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I'm Vonda Brooks.

Our prime suspect
in Deonte's kidnapping in '95.

-Deonte!
- His mother.

Can you help me?

I'd like to believe
that D is out there.

She didn't do it.

You are some "Beautiful Mind"
shit right now, Dee.

I got him tied up.

Chris?

And then these some chicks
showed up.

I know divorce
can be rough, okay?

I'm actually seeing
somebody already,

so you can tell your brother
that I am good.

When you walk away
from something,

it says you don't care about it.

I want my fucking car!

Okay...

Some urban legends are true.

Buddy Black's poker game
was old Detroit lore.

Everyone from Berry Gordy
to Big Meech

was rumored
to have played there.

Men lost their houses
and their lives

at those tables.

We should be on the list.

Hey, hold up,
I don't know them.

His granddaughter
inherited the game.

She was ruthless
and went by one name--

Maisha.

Reggie.
I should be on JB's list.

♪ There can be no show ♪

♪ And if there's hell below ♪

♪ We're all gonna go ♪

♪ Oh, everybody... ♪

I'm aware
that we're way past the point

in the story where most
Black women would have been out.

There's one rule.
Respect my fucking game.

See, us Black women
with decent credit

and ample self-esteem,
we have a longstanding tradition

of not running right
towards trouble.

That's some white people shit.

Hey, y'all see that grill
on the bar?

- Yeah.
- They say she personally

removed it from a dude
who was cheating.

His name was Juicy.

This is a bad plan.
We should go.

Aja, relax, okay?
I just wanna talk to the guy.

If anything feels off,
we'll go.

- Friend.
- What?

Off, off, off.

Off.

My old pal the Russian
asked what turned me on.

Obviously, it was Ambien,
but it was also this.

And for the first time
in my Black woman life,

taking a gamble felt like...
a breath of fresh air.

Only thing
is, running towards trouble

is exactly how the hunter
becomes the hunted.

Yeah?

Well, she wasn't there
by accident.

Yeah, we got her plates.

Yeah, all right.

What up, Tank?

Hard copy for your luddite ass.

- Lud-what?
- I don't have the time, Tank.

I got a lot of homework.

Ain't nobody tell your nerd ass
to go get all them degrees.

The economy did, nigga.

His name is Francois Brickland.

Bad and bougie address
in Grosse Point.

Nah. You sure you ran
the right plates?

I'm looking for a woman.

You know people
share cars, right?

You're welcome.

You could've said,
"Thank you," damn.

Confession...
I was wired.

I was up all night
going over everything

we recovered
from Chris' apartment.

He'd been gathering evidence,

articles and a host
of '90s artifacts

that Deonte must have had
when he went missing.

It proved I was right.

Do you smell that?

It is the sweet, sweet smell
of I fucking told you so.

Chris is Deonte,
100% confirmed.

Welcome to "CSI: Detroit."

If I'd have known,
I would have warned you.

Do you even have
fingerprints? DNA?

I got a backpack.

And it is a '90s time capsule,
except it's a crime capsule.

Boom, the Mary J. Blige tape
that Vonda bought

before Deonte went missing.

Vonda is the mama.

Apparently they went
on some ghetto ride-along.

It's all very
"y'all niggas wiling."

The woman is an inspiration,

and I'm already jumping
on that Impala lead.

- Yes.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Diarra, booski,
friend, nigga, no, okay?

And what is this over here?

- What is this thing?
- Gloves!

Nobody touch any of the evidence
without gloves.

Oh, this bitch done lost it.

- I know.
- But you guys,

what's crazy is
that these doodles are fresh,

because my phone number
is written

next to a spider doodle.

Y'all, this nigga

was facing down
his childhood trauma,

and he stopped to fall
in love with me.

Maybe the spiders reminded him
of where they kept him.

Definitely.
See, look here.

"Behind the house,"
"Gave me Lunchables."

Me and my cousin
used to steal Lunchables

from the corner store
when we couldn't find my mama.

Goddamn.

And then every single article

about his kidnapping.

- Are we coming to a point?
- Ugh.

Yes.

I think Ambien came back
to solve his own kidnapping,

and he got too close
to the truth,

and now whoever took him in '95
is hunting him all over again.

Y'all, we need to help him.

I mean, after Deonte
went missing,

my mama ain't even want me
to cross the street by myself.

I mean, everybody
was in they feelings.

He only stayed
five minutes from here.

Hey, yo, I went
to All-Stars too.

It's where I learned

that nobody could guard me,

and that shirts and skins
was my shit.

- Okay, this might prove...
- I can't.

...that Chris is Deonte.

Or it could prove that Chris
kidnapped Deonte.

Aja, you are being
very negative.

Oh!

Well, I'ma just take
my negative ass on, then.

-Wait, Aja, come on now.
-Let her, it's fine.

Oh.

Who is it?

There's a Lion in my DMs.

But I am ignoring him,
because a pro athlete

is not the plan
that God have for my life.

Not exactly known
for their strong moral fiber.

Tea, who ran this camp?

Oh, snap.
Mr. Greek's.

What?

Mr. Greek's.

-You in there?
-Hello?

Hello?

This is when it started.

Now sleeping
was catching up to me

and I was floating
from one place to another.

I didn't even remember setting
a meeting with this chick.

As I was saying,
we are a no-fault state.

No, it's his fault.

He's asking to deny
spousal support

on the grounds
that you stated to his brother

that you've already
moved on.

- Have you moved on?
- Yes.

But I can't find
the motherfucker, you know?

Well, Mr. Brookland's preparing
a settlement offer.

A real one, or some bullshit?

Well, we can go to court.

Court.

- But...
- Court.

Okay, but it's a risk,

and this is chess,
so we have to be strategic.

But in the meantime,
I'll need an asset list--

everything you had
going into the marriage,

and what you have coming out.

So, they just coming and going
like they own the place now?

Yeah, it seem like everybody
acting that way in my shop.

Mo, you offering discounts
for Impala repairs now?

- Oh.
- Oh.

- That.
- Oh, come on now.

Mo, I got folks bringing in

their rusty-ass Impalas
left and right.

Well, I told you,
it was the getaway car.

Now, any of the owners have
like a creepy, pervy vibe,

or a weird pedo mustache?

I'm creating
a criminal profile.

No, no, Mo.

You are gonna jack up
my damn Yelp ratings.

I need you to dead this.

Yo, Diarra's shit
got you acting crazy.

You ain't finna tell me
what I can and can't do.

Yo, Moni...

What?

Ah, shit.

I'm sorry, okay?

I am sorry.

I know-- I know we supposed
to be the role model

for Black love,
and I am sorry.

You know what we haven't done
in a minute?

- What?
- Go to the theater.

Well, then set it up.

Okie-dokie.

I knew enough
about my assets

to know most of them
weren't financial.

I loved my job, didn't I?

Did you know
that every two minutes,

a public school teacher snaps?

You never heard that?

Well, that's 'cause
I made that shit up.

But if it sounds true,
it's because it should be.

You're part warden,
part therapist,

part janitor,
all fucking day.

When I was married,
I didn't notice as much.

But when you're underpaid
and under-sexed...

Hey, everybody!
Sit down.

This shit just really starts
to wear on you.

Be quiet.

Open your books,
read chapter 26.

Thank you.

Finding my missing asset

felt like a matter of survival--
his and mine.

No one remembered
anything suspicious

with Deonte at the mall
that day,

maybe because Deonte went
with someone he trusted,

someone like his coach,
Tony Kincaid.

They called him
"The Tarantula."

And what do we know Deonte
was obsessed with?

Spiders.

Okay, so I called Mama Vonda.

- I miss her.
- And she said that Tony

invited Deonte to all
these sleepovers,

that he took
a special interest in him,

even though Deonte
couldn't play for shit.

Well, by the time
I went over to All-Stars,

this dude was barely around,
but pause.

You do know
you skipped sixth period.

I'm pretty sure
I taught that class.

- You did not.
- Who's to say?

Can't be Tony,
he's the greatest

defensive player of all time.

- So what?
- $35 for a burger?

Pssh, yeah, bro,
it's farm-to-table.

Then where the fuck
is the farm, Tea, Mars?

Welcome to new Detroit,
but can we stay focused

on old Detroit when Tony
owned a Chevy dealership?

Oh, shit, yeah, um...

♪ Get your car
from a superstar ♪

He had an entire fleet
of Impalas.

- Mm-hmm.
- But that don't narrow it down.

No, no, you haven't heard
the big finish.

So, in '97, old Tony
gets into a car crash,

and guess who's
in the vehicle with him?

- Who?
- An underage boy.

- Oh, hell no.
- Shut up.

I'm fucking his ass up.

Okay, well keep
that same energy,

because we are about to.
Come on.

- Wait.
- Okay, give me my switchblade.

Wait, now?
Don't we need more proof?

Proof?
Wow!

- Okay.
-Wait, Dee.

Insta-stalking
confirmed Tuesdays

was Tony and wifey's date night.

Cost me 300 bucks
for a Leesie's gift certificate

and a messenger to drop it
at his office.

But if Swa's client dinners
taught me anything,

it's that rich people
love free shit.

Hi.

I'm a schoolteacher--
Salt of the Earth--

and I am doing a project
on hometown heroes.

He don't do pictures.

So sorry to you
and your three little followers.

Okay, that is offensive
on a number of levels.

Um, this woman
is bothering us.

We may need to see a manager,
or the police.

- Really, bitch?
- Really, bitch.

Okay.

- Okay, I'm going.
- Bye.

- Damn.
- Shit.

- Gina.
- Who is she?

- Did he confess?
- He didn't have to.

He has very guilty eyes
and his wife is a bitch.

Oh.
Yeah, Gina.

Legendary pussy control.

Had him on lock since Y2K.

Roman, I told you I'm on
my "Law and Order" shit tonight.

Okay, new plan.
So, you go over there,

you talk basketball, basketball.

"I have a penis,
you have a penis."

No, no, no, no.
Since you wanna play

a little game of Clue,
you first.

Who killed the Russian in
the BDSM spot with a pistol?

Wait, what?
Micro-dick is dead?

Oh, so she ain't know either.

Busters.

Second time this week.

Oh.
Yeah, that lemon pepper

was calling me, girl.

I think it's dope that you can
just come in here,

eat by yourself
like it's nothing.

- Oh.
- I couldn't do it.

Your wings will be out
in a minute.

I told them every detail

and then waited
for their questions.

It turns out
it was a game of 20.

- Did Chris kill the Russian?
- What? No!

- He's a lover.
- Then, who did?

What, am I supposed to solve
every crime in Detroit?

- Jesus.
- Technically, you don't have

- to solve any.
- Okay, the Russian

was a criminal.

He was out here
doing crimey shit.

Anybody could have killed him.

The real question is,
who sent him?

And all the evidence
says it's Tony.

Okay, now, Dee,
I don't know.

Mr. Greek's sponsored
Tony's camp--

also the only place
the Russian called.

Paper did say that
the Russian was mobbed up.

And Mr. Greek's
is a mob spot.

So, maybe Tony used
the Greek mob as his muscle.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
how do we know

that Mr. Greek's is a mob spot?

Girl, I know the city
backwards and forwards.

Second only to me.

Where'd Anita Baker
lose her virginity?

Something's wrong with her.

They were a wealth
of information.

They knew that
after white flight,

even the Greek mob
had to diversify.

They let in all kinds
of white guys,

including Russians.

So, wait, why didn't the police
come after Tony

- back in the day though?
- He's rich.

He probably lawyered up.

You know, I have a connect
down at the police station.

Maybe there's something
in that original case file

that we can use.

You know, maybe Tony
already killed Chris.

Oh! Oh!
Okay.

Question--
are you trying to kill me?

I think that Chris
is still out there,

he's just somewhere,
you know, laying low.

No, no, no, no, no,
you said he was taken.

That was before the motherfucker
looking for him

asked me where he was,
and then he got shot up

right in front of my face.

Damn.
Are you okay?

No.

But I could be,
if you guys would help me

come up with some kind of a plan
to nail Tony.

Okay, Ambien can come
out of hiding,

you can get your reward money,

and I can get
my eight hours of sleep.

Cool.
What do I get?

Baby, you get the tea,
Mr. Tea.

You get to solve
themystery of our childhood.

You should have
some of this money.

Okay.

None of us
wanted to admit

that getting in deeper
was stupid.

And the most exciting thing
in our lives.

I just have one more question.

Where did Anita Baker
lose her virginity?

Oh, my God.

Truth or dare?

Truth.

What's the weirdest place
you ever got frisky?

Amtrak Quiet Car.

Ew.

You and your ex
never did the public thing?

The bathroom?
At a bar?

Under the blanket at a park?

Oh God, no.
No, no.

He would die.

Swa liked it
the way he liked it.

Until he didn't.

Truth or dare?

Truth.

How are you?

Hanging on by a thread.

You know, I was hoping
you would have said dare.

Would I have to get
out of the bed?

No.
You would stay right there.

Okay, I'm game.
Dare.

Okay.

I dare you to let me lick you.

Mm-hmm.

Dee.

Dee!

You gonna send
a dildo bouquet to my brother

at the damn police station?
Who the fuck does that?

I asked him for a file,

and he was being
very uncooperative.

Oh, okay, so this
is what we doing, huh?

This is how we fighting?

With grand theft auto and
dildos, this is what we doing?

The perky lawyer
said we were playing chess,

but the look in his eyes
said this was war.

Maybe.

How'd you get over here,
by the way?

Did you ride your bicycle,

or did you take
the public bus, or...?

Aaron also told me
that you are obsessing

over some type of cold case
just to fuck with me.

- Is that right?
- Oh, no, no.

You're conflating shit.

I stole the car
to fuck with you.

I'm solving
the cold case for me.

Wow, was I really the only thing
holding you together, Dee?

Damn.

- Excuse me, Felicia.
- Damn, would you mind

- your damn business?
- Goddamn.

Damn.

I don't blame you.

With your low-ass standardized
test score-having ass.

Listen to me, okay,
I done worked too hard

to be the guy
in a messy divorce again.

All right? No.

No, I'm serious, okay?
So, let's save the drama

- for Keisha and Ray-Ray.
- I don't know, Swa.

Keisha and Ray-Ray,
they sound like a lot of fun.

Kinda like you used to be.

You remember that?

Yeah, yeah, I remember that.

Before I started dealing
with your bullshit.

Oh.

- Mm-hmm.
- Is that what I think it is?

It is-- nope.
No, no, no, no, no, no.

- Francois Brookland...
- Under one condition.

I will give you this
if you stop embarrassing me.

Swa, I will try to stop
embarrassing you,

but you are the one
who is picking out these suits.

Oh, wow, your mama
gave me these suits.

Oh, please, you a damn lie.

Yeah, she did.

- Give me the file.
- Okay-- ah.

- Do we have a deal?
- Okay.

- Do we got a deal?
- Yes, we have a...

You got 24 hours.

Aaron says
you're spinning your wheels.

Actually, I'm spinning
yourwheels.

Oh, you're spinning mywheels.

- That was clever, huh?
- So, you're admitting

that the baby is mine.

See, that's gonna work well
in court for me.

He was in the parking lot

before I realized
he'd won the first battle.

Corduroy?

It's fucking denim velvet,
actually.

And they never
questioned Tony?

He was supposedly out of town.

- Wait, was this '95?
- Uh-huh.

He missed a shit ton
of games that season

with no explanation.

Well, maybe he was reeling
from a kidnapping.

What'd you find out?

So, my homie JB said...

It had taken less
than a round of drinks

for Tea to pull the tea
from his old AAU homie

on how I could get a sit-down
with Kincaid.

- Only time he's alone is poker.
- Oh, that's perfect.

Nope, it's
a two-and-a-half grand buy-in,

- and we're teachers.
- Oh!

In public school, in Detroit.

Well, I could do OnlyFans.

I would do that shit
with a ski mask on.

Your ass assing enough
for some OnlyFans?

No, probably not.

Even if we had the money,
word is his table's full.

Oh, I'm sure
we could get around that.

Cat Daddy's had
quite a few.

Plan Night-Night, bitch.

Excuse me.
Cognac, straight up.

- Are those drugs?
- No. Shh.

Well, yes, yes,
they're my sleeping pills.

I thought you said
they didn't work.

Not on me.

Take your drunk ass somewhere.
Goddamn, Curtis.

All right, Dee, listen.

These dudes are dangerous.

Fat dude on the end
near Cat Daddy, Sunday Saunders.

He's a gospel diva who gambles
his tithes away every week,

but don't let
that silky voice fool you.

He will cut a bitch.

Spoon Davis, former leader
of the Dope Boys Death Squad.

I don't think that one
needs much explanation.

And of course, there's Tony,
Highland Park's very own.

He's an amazing poker player.
Anything can be expected.

You got this.

Deal me the fuck in.

You don't even know how to play.

I have seen "Ocean's 11"
11 times,

and I am excellent at Taboo.

- Re-deal.
- You have lost every hand.

She was never good at cards.

Couldn't count books in spades
to save her life.

Okay, you came here to support.

- Can we just focus?
- Yes, thank you.

And I'm not just
playing the game,

I'm also playing the man.
Here, watch this.

2 for 17, yikes!

Pat Riley just have your number?

- Get out of my face.
- Answer the question, big guy.

Yeah, I went out last night!

Damn, man, this is Miami.
You happy now?

If I push hard enough,
he'll snap.

And when Tony snaps,
he tells the truth.

I knew from looking
in his eyes,

he was likely to break.

It was the only thing
in the world we had in common.

Oh, okay.
New plan.

Fold every time.

What?
I can't win like that.

- Well, you can't win anyway.
- Right, so the point

is to stay at the table
long enough

to break this dude.

- That's your game.
- Mm-hmm.

If you can afford it.

You can't afford it.

I was more than ready
for the rematch.

Married
to a manipulative ass-hat,

I had learned a few things
about games.

Hey.

He was wearing
my favorite cologne,

trying to disarm me.

Appreciate the invite.

You know, people get
divorced every day,

so there's no reason
why we shouldn't be able

to handle this with class.

Mm, shouldn't be a problem.

Problem was,
I was trying to play

multiple games of chess at once

like I was
Bobby fucking Fischer.

Oh.

Excuse me one second.

Excuse me.

Great, thanks.

Good evening,
welcome to Mr. Greek's.

Hi, I noticed
Tony Kincaid on the wall.

Does he come in here often?

I read it's his favorite
restaurant.

- Yeah, once in a while.
- Oh.

He loves the baklava, yeah.

He once had it shipped
directly to his home--

When's the last time
he was here?

Oh, pssh-pssh-pssh.

So, I think we'll start off
with the shiraz, a bottle?

- Sure.
- It's her favorite choice.

Sure.

- You look great.
- Thank you.

And you look very much like you.

- What is this?
- It's an offer.

Ooh. He was good.

Good and disrespectful.

Have you lost your mind?

No, well I--
no, I think that's fair,

considering what each of us
contributed to the marriage.

How much did we each contribute
to the breakup?

Did I ask you
for an open marriage?

Dee, can we just keep it down
a little bit, please?

Why do you always
have to control me?

Why do you have to try
to control everything?

- I'm not even controlling...
- You are.

How come you're so tight?

How come you never
loosened up?

How come you never fucked me
in the bathroom

of a restaurant or something?

- In the-- what?
- On a Ferris wheel?

- In a laundromat?
- I'm sorry.

She's-- she didn't have
her medication today, so...

He asked me
for an open marriage.

It was just a conversation,
it wasn't...

- It was just a conversation.
- And we were going to keep

a discreet arrangement.

Oh, I'm sorry.
We were gonna have

a discreet arrangement.

And then, things got,
pfft, really weird.

- Okay.
- Although, you know what?

They got a little weird
before that

when we couldn't get pregnant.
Yeah.

I knew
his Alpha Phi Esquire ass

had to play the part
of the good negro.

Me?
Shit, I was over it.

Look, I have two clients
sitting back there, okay?

- Can we just keep it down...
- Oh my God, you have

- two clients back there?
- Yes.

Oh, wow, you know what?

I feel... I feel like
an interpretive dance coming on,

and honestly,
I'm not really sure

- that I can control it.
- Please, Dee. Okay, Dee.

It's feeling a little...

Dee? Dee?

It's a lot of Alvin Ailey,
it is.

- It's a little Aunt Viv.
- Dee, will you please stop?

- I can't control it.
- Okay, Dee, Dee,

just stop, please!

- What?
- Listen to me, okay?

Okay, real talk.
I was wrong

for springing all those bills
on you like that.

- You goddamn right.
- I was.

- Especially the Amex.
- Especially the Amex.

You know I'm a spa bitch.

How 'bout you return Da Baby,
and I will pay

all the bills
for the next three months,

regardless
of the settlement agreement?

I just want things to be civil.

Fine.

But I need two and a half stacks
tonight.

Damn, t...
How much is the Amex?

The Amex is interpretive
fucking dance.

- That's how much the Amex is.
- Okay, okay, okay, okay.

All right.

Here is your shiraz.

Hi.
You know what?

I'm gonna take
all the specials to go.

I read online
that people

are more likely
to confess when eating.

And you said something
about the baklava.

Yes.

- I'm gonna have that too.
- Great choice.

Thank you so much.

I found her.

You're not gonna believe
where she at.

Bitch is working
with the Greeks.

Yeah, I'm gonna stay on her.

Yeah, a'ight.

So, maybe you
weren't ghosted.

My waitress said that Chris
was at MoFos all the time

scribbling those spiders,
and then he just disappeared.

- Whoa!
- Exactly.

How did I miss the waitress?

Girl, maternity leave.

She said, and I quote,
"He was fine as hell."

Said that she was talking
about baby names with him.

This bitch has no boundaries.

And he suggested David.

Said he liked the story
David and Goliath.

I don't know,
maybe it was personal.

Hm.

Damn right.

Goliath was 6'9"
and a legend.

So, wait a minute.

Miss New Detroit
been sneaking back

- to a hole in the wall...
- Oh!

...to eat non-organic
chicken wings?

- I know.
- Does your wack-ass

women's group know about this?

Girl, hell no.

Hell, I almost wore a disguise.

Oh, thanks for, um, putting me
on that very perky lawyer,

- by the way.
- I heard that.

- Mm-hmm.
- Don't do that.

I'm sorry I haven't been
a great friend lately, Aja.

- Oh, girl.
- I am.

Well, you know,
with your divorce,

I thought that I was just gonna
get my road dog back.

- I'm here.
- I know, but...

I'm lonely, Dee.

You know, I'm--
I'm opening a spa,

I'm trying
to make the list...

and I guess I feel
really unsupported, and...

Well, I guess
that's how you feel.

Tea said that y'all was going
out tomorrow for that case.

Yo, wouldn't it be crazy
if I was the only entrepreneur

who also helped bring home
Deonte Brooks?

I'd have to make that list.

You're just trying
to distract yourself

from fucking that Lion.

What the fuck?

You good?

Swa, what's going on?

Yeah, yeah, I stopped
payment on that check.

Mychelle says I was giving you

what you wanted
to avoid conflict,

and you know that's just
an unhealthy pattern, so...

- Swa.
- So, listen...

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Either accept the offer

or make a counter.
I'm done with the games.

Now is not the time
for fucking self-improvement.

Hello?
Hello?

I didn't need
to reexamine my asset list

to know that if Swa's check
didn't clear,

every dollar to my name
was in my hands.

You in or out?

Wow.

Y'all niggas are fucked.

Ooh.

I am so sorry, sir.

I forgot my wallet.

You accept other forms
of payment?

I mean, it's a pretty big bill.

You gonna show me
how big it is?

Oh, I'm definitely gonna
show you how big it is.

Is that the Impala
that came in today?

Oh, come on,
are you kidding me right now?

Okay, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, I'm here.

I'm here, I'm here, I'm here.

Can we get back
to us, please?

Yeah.

But how long has it been since
I had something just for me?

Ever since Diarra came back,

I remember how fearless
I used to be.

When you used
to be Crazy Moni?

Mo, you worked so hard
to live down that rap,

and you did.

Look, you're a great wife,
an amazing mother.

- People--
- You don't need

to be anything else.

It's not that simple, Ro.

What if I boiled you down
to just my husband and his shop?

My family lived in this city
for three generations,

and none of 'em
own a piece of it.

Look, if you put "husband,
father," and this shop

on my tombstone,
trust me, I'd be happy.

Turn off the lights
when you're done.

I had studied up
on Tony all day.

Fold.

Ha! Embarrassing.

- Okay, that's good.
- Good, yeah, that's good.

Learned what made him tick.

Fold.

I needed to get under his skin.

Fold.

Oh, man.

Playing it tight
for all that mouth.

Don't worry about
what the fuck I'm doing.

Looking like an ashy-ass
Milk Dud.

If I was gonna get
something I could use,

I was gonna need
to keep him off-balance.

Hey, Tony, you hungry?

You want some baklava
from Mr. Greek's?

I heard it was your favorite.

Hey, man,
pass it to him, damn.

Huh.

Mm, you did your research.

You're drawing this out,
baby girl.

Hey, I know just
what the fuck I'm doing.

Unlike Jolly Green Giant
over here

Christmas Day game, '99.

Oof, homeboy went, what,
two for 19?

Goddamn.

Self-checking-ass nigga.

Uh, what did I do to you?

Oh, did I fuck your moms
back in the day?

Oh, no, my mother
was a grown woman in '99.

Not exactly Tony Kincaid's type.

Whoa.
This is a friendly game.

Nah, fam.
She's been out for blood.

Okay.

I had minutes,
not hours, to break Tony.

Raise.
Bet's to you.

Luckily, I had a killer hand.

Call, Bigfoot.

First time
for every fucking thing, huh?

So, we finally pressured you
into making a move.

Is that what you did
to Deonte Brooks?

Deonte Brooks?
Why you bringing up old shit?

You know, you missed
a lot of games in '95.

Where were you, huh?

Somewhere just dealing
with the guilt?

Raise.

Call.

Pistons know about that accident
with that underage boy?

Fold.

Huh?
I'm asking you a question, Tony.

Where were you, huh?

Why did you miss
all of those fucking games?

You know, the thing
about talking shit is...

- Hm?
- ...you gotta back it up.

All in.

Oh, shit.

I was all in--
in the game, on the theory.

The card gods were backing me.

I could feel it.

You're a monster,
aren't you?

What you got, girl?

Three-of-a-kind kings
with ace high

for the lady in blue.

Well, I hope you like sailing,

'cause I got you
a fucking boat.

- Oh, fuck.
- Full house for Mr. Kincaid.

What does that mean?

- What does that mean?
- That means you lost.

I need to talk
to this bitch now.

Hold on, hold on,
wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Guys, seriously, seriously,
let's just have a conversation.

What are you doing?
This is a lot.

Come on, guys,
this is really quite--

Hey, what are you doing?

I told you I had one
motherfucking rule.

Y'all, seriously,
this is crazy.

Hey, Maisha, can we please
just discuss this?

This bitch did enough talking.

Seriously, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait,

wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait.

I'm 'bout to give
this bitch a root canal.

- Stop, please! Wait!
-Maisha. Maisha.

I think she's ready
to come clean.

You stalking me, big mouth?

What? No.
No, no, no.

You just know every fucking
detail of my life.

Who the fuck are you?

Me?
I'm-- I am nobody.

I am a-- I am a schoolteacher

going through
a fucked up divorce.

I am nobody.

Suddenly, I realized
I was the one

being interrogated tonight.

Mm, so you got a problem.

I do.
I do.

Yeah, I been where you are.

Bottom of the pit.
Kinda where us addicts live.

Wait, what?

I'm an alcoholic,
you're a gambling addict.

I am.

Well, you asked
about the accident.

Here you go.
I was drunk.

I nearly killed Gina's son.

The report said it was a minor

because we weren't
technically related.

And I've been trying to make it
up to them every day since.

The monster was becoming
more human by the second.

Where were you the day
Deonte Brooks went missing?

Again with Deonte Brooks.

Please, just tell me the truth.

Rehab.

I was in rehab.

Front office kept it quiet.

Well, then why did you invite
Deonte to sleepovers?

D was a good kid.
Big heart.

No skill, but he was brave.

Kind of reminded me
of myself.

And I was trying to make
a difference in a kid's life.

No.
No, no.

Don't play me.

What about the Russian
and Mr. Greek's?

- Mr. Greek's?
- Yes, Mr. fucking Greek's.

I see him once a year
at a sponsor dinner.

I don't know that guy.

Oh, God.
Oh, God.

I need my money back.

You need help.

And the first step,
is you have to ask.

I am asking.
I-- this is me

asking for help in the form
of my money back.

Get this bitch outta here.
She needs to hit bottom.

No, no, no, it is--
this is kind of-- hold on.

It's kind of a crazy story.

Get this bitch
out of here now.

It's actually funny.
It's funny.

My friends are downstairs,
they'll actually vouch for me.

It's a really funny story.

Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Homegirl! Maisha!

Homegirl!
Maisha!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no,
wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Can I ask you a question?

Mm.

How do you know
I'm still alive?

Hello?

Chris?

Are you there?