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Let me get this straight.

Ambien may have
been avenging his

- kidnapping and using you to help do it.
- Uh-huh.

All I wanted was to grab
that latest Mary J. Blige album.

Do you know if she's a suspect?

Not yet,
but they're leaning in.

You know I like to fix things.

That's Goldie Lucket,
mob fixer.

I'm focused and celibate.

Danger and I weren't smashing,

but what was happening
wasn't exactly platonic.

The Greeks is
walking back a 30-year truce.

Only folks I can
trust now is family.

How much we into
the Woodward Boys for, Roman?

50 grand. If you put
husband, father and this shop

on my tombstone,
I'd be happy.

- Deonte Brooks.
- Deonte James Brooks.

DIARRA:They kidnapped
the wrong fucking Deonte.

Who were you talking to
that day at Eden's?

Who's calling the shots?

Chief needed a favor, so...

Hey, what the hell?

DIARRA:Do you ever think
about the subject of fate...

Deonte.

How your destiny can be
determined by a stupid mistake?

Deonte James Brooks.

- Boy, keep up.
- DIARRA:But somebody

once told me that no one is
ever where they are by accident,

which would mean
there are no mistakes,

no coincidences ever,

that everything is part
of a very purposeful,

universal dance,
pushing and pulling us

towards a deliberate outcome.

Some things are just meant to be
because God herself intended it.

♪ Man, I'm getting tired of all
this fucking snow, bitch ♪

♪ Man, I'm getting tired of all
this fucking snow ♪

METEOROLOGIST:But, my, it
certainly is so cold in the D.

Look, folks,
the snow is not going anywhere.

Big Gretch is asking
Michiganders to stay indoors...

Who brings a date
to a search party?

I tried to break up with him,
and dude can't take a hint.

Yes, Diarra Brickland.
No, Brick-land.

I just listened to Diarra's
last voicemails again.

- She say anything else?
- It says Zervas is lying.

But we already knew that.
Yes, 5'9".

- 135 pounds--
- Girl, she ain't no 5'9".

Okay? She's just tall
from your perspective.

5'7". 125.

It sound like y'all trying to
win a prize at the state fair.

She's tallish and skinny, sir.

Fine. I'm just going
to keep on calling.

Hey, babe.
This weather ain't letting up.

If she don't come back soon,
I don't know.

The only thing we need to know
is where the hell she is.

Only place
her hard-headed ass can be.

She went to press Zervas.

All-all right,
let's everybody just pray.

- That's all I know how to do.
- Let's pray. Let's pray.

- Let's bring Him in.
- Okay.

Father God, we know that Diarra be
doing the absolute most, Father God.

- Yes, the most, Lord.
-I know that you give

extra grace to your flock
when they battling demons,

- Father God.
- Aja, babe.

Bro, you interrupting Jesus.

But you said something
about Zervas, right?

Yes. Turn it up.

REPORTER:The local police...

So please protect her.
In Jesus name, amen.

The family
has confirmed that John Zervas

was found dead alongside
several of his employees

in what sources
are calling a gang hit.

Police Chief Benton

- is not ready to comment.
-Shit.

SPIDER:We hit them, Greeks
is going to hit back.

I'm out of the city, but the boys
are strapping up at Roman's.

And the other issue?

I think Tank
read that shit wrong.

The teacher and Zervas wasn't
working together. That wasn't the vibe.

She ain't in the middle
of all this by accident.

So you want me to drive back
in all this and get the teacher?

Shit, I ain't even
got my long johns on.

Nigga, wear a hat.
This a race. Win or die.

I'll take care of it.

Oh. Shit!

Drove through Greektown, Mo.

Half the streets are closed
'cause the damn freaking storm

or these mob killings...

- And?
- There's no Diarra.

Okay, well,
thank you anyway, baby.

Well, you asked
and I did it.

Anyway, look, Woodward Boys
are using my shop

to arm up like
it's the fucking apocalypse.

Whatever's been
stirring them up before

is whipping their ass
into a frenzy now.

You think it has anything
to do with that dead Greek?

Look, I don't think shit.
I'm looking the other way.

Look, right now, Roman,
I'm combing through evidence

that I'm trying to figure out
what Diarra found--

Maybe you should just let
Diarra have this shit

before you go missing too?

I don't like
the way the shit feels, Mo!

Oh. Oh.

You know, um...

In the living room, y'all.
Let's go.

And how do you suggest we get
out of from under your debt?

By giving my shop away.

Let Velvet take it,
and then maybe me, you,

and the kids, we could
just walk away from this.

What's up, y'all?

Y'all got something to drink?

- Yeah, we got you.
- Okay, cool.

Oh, wow.
Full house.

'Sup, Keyshawn?
Um...

We've been sitting on a smoking
gun and we need to find it now.

- Where the hell have you been?
- We've been sick!

Despite all the negatives

that come from being thrown
into the trunk

of an unknown car on the way
to an unknown destination,

it did give me time to think.

Whoever my captor was, they
didn't want me to get arrested.

I had heard two other sirens
at the scene

and no one stopped this
motherfucker from driving off.

I figured one thing about him.
He was probably a cop.

And I only knew one cop that
bought his cologne from Costco.

Wow! Did your ass hit every
pothole in the goddamn city?

I'm sending you
my chiropractor bill, Aaron.

You should be thanking me,
all right?

It was either my trunk
or their cuffs.

How did you even know
where I was at?

We've been onto you
ever since that lawyer lady

- called Swa.
- Wait, what?

You need to talk
to your fucking husband.

DIARRA:I didn't understand it
at the time, but everything Swa

did next was his way
of finally fighting for me.

You want to tell me why my brother
swooped you up from a murder scene?

The second murder scene
this month.

How about you tell me why

a lawyer for the Greek mob is
demanding a sit-down with you?

That mob is so damn messy.
We're not even together.

Why are they calling you?

Let's just say Goldie and I
has crossed paths.

Oh, Goldie and you.

So you just casually admit you
do business with the Greek mob?

Goldie is a lawyer
who has other clients.

How do you even get involved
in something like that?

I'm sorry, I can't focus.

Look at all of this shit.
Your brother is a fucking freak.

Has an actual woman
ever been in here, Aaron?

Plenty.
Tahiti is my man cave.

You don't need a man cave
when you're single.

Okay, and this is coming
from the divorced woman.

- Yeah. All right.
- Your car is a man cave.

What kind of person has
all this ass in a garage?

What kind of person sends
a bouquet of dildos to my job?

- A person on a mission.
- Okay. Hold it.

- Hold up, hold up. Hey, guys.
- I don't care if it's--

Cool down, cool...
Enough. Aaron.

- I made this drink for you.
- Okay. Thank you.

I'm sorry about the other night.

And I'm sorry
that this is so messy.

I really am
trying to help someone.

Deonte Brooks.

I mean, do you even realize
how insane that is?

It is worse
than you could even imagine.

Need a vacation?

- Yes.
- All right.

- I'm taking you to Tahiti.
- Mm.

You know, you remember that time
that we went to Turks?

You swore up and down
you knew how to swim.

And then once we got there,
you got into that water

and you sunk like a stone.

You only thought I was sinking
because you like to rescue.

I was actually doggy paddling.

Quite proficiently,
thank you very much.

No. You were sinking.

- I was doggy paddling.
- But then I saved you.

Swa...

I've been, like, really scared and
panicked in the trunk of that car.

I probably smell really bad.

Yeah, you do smell really bad.

But that's okay.

Are you fucking kidding me?

My badge is on the line
right now.

Aaron. Aaron.
Give me a minute, okay?

- You having a good time, Swa?
- Excuse us, bro. Excuse us.

All right.
Here we go, Dee.

I need you to tell me
all about this dude, all right?

- Goldie says he's criminal.
- I think he's a victim.

Her exact words were, "Your wife
and her lover are upsetting my client."

Yeah, well, her client is dead,
so problem solved.

You know who killed Zervas?

Whoever he plotted to kidnap

Deonte Brooks with in '95,
I guess.

You guess? You think
you're some Black Nancy Drew?

- Well, you're not that good.
- I am good at it.

No, you're not. If you are,
then what does she want?

Chris is a blackmailer
and a con man.

A con man. He wants money,
which I'm not going to do.

Someone else shows up
to this guy's shakedown.

I want us to be friends.

DIARRA:We're looking
for something hidden.

ZERVAS:My friends bring me gifts even.

Chris had something on Zervas.

Something that he was
blackmailing him with.

Then Chris disappears,
and now they think I have it.

Why would
they think you have it?

'Cause I do.

Diarra, where the hell
have you been?

- Ah!
- Oh!

What the hell is you doing?

Look, people, shut up!

Okay? I will explain,
but right now,

the whole key to the case is

somewhere on this table,
and we need to find it.

The gift Zervas wanted was in
the crime capsule the whole time.

Okay, but what are
we looking for exactly?

REPORTER:...and for all you
parents out there,

DPS has announced closures
until Monday,

due to the expected snowfall
and hazardous roads...

Okay, so, Zervas basically said
that somebody else

put this whole thing in motion.

All right?
He calls him The Chief.

And you're thinking
that whatever Chris have

might implicate Zervas
and The Chief?

Yes. That's why Goldie
still wants it.

And why Zervas ended up dead.

We just need to comb
through everything that we have.

Do you guys do this
all the time?

- No, no, we don't.
- Okay, wait, look.

You might be
this fancy ass lawyer and all,

but we have been living and
breathing this case, all right?

Diarra, we've looked through
this stuff a million times.

Yeah, Mo, but we never listened.

Oh, shit.

Okay, we thought the Milk Carton
Boy kept that Mary J tape

because Mama Vonda bought it.

But it was something
else on there.

- Yes.
- Okay, we just need a tape player.

- Tape player. Tape player.
- Uh-huh.

Tea, come on. You like old shit.
You got one?

Oh, yeah, yeah.
I got one at home on my desk,

right next to my typewriter
and my two-way pager.

- Ha!
- Oh, my God. Tape player.

- Ha, ha.
- All right. Okay.

Radio Shack, maybe
could be open right now.

Radio Shack ain't been open
in ten years.

I might have one in the shop.

What?

Y'all want me to go get it now?

Yes!

- Nigga, there's a blizzard outside.
- You'll be a'ight.

I don't even know
if I could get there.

Moni, get your husband.
Moni, get your husband.

- I got it, I got it.I got it. ROMAN:
- Y'all don't care about my life.

Don't make me yell at you.
Come on.

Anything happens to me--

- Okay, put your hat on.
- This is wild.

All we ever do
is have game night.

You know what's wild?

That you got your shoes on
on my carpet.

Why do all of y'all have your
shoes on in my living room?

...shoes on
and come into the house?

I know, I know. Listen, let's not
let anybody else in on this, okay?

Whatever you saw last night,
not a word to anybody.

Who else am I supposed
to talk to about it?

Shh.
Take a hot bath.

Wash every stitch of these
clothes. You're going to be okay.

Excuse me one second.

DIARRA:I had to admit,
it felt good to fight

for the same team for a change.

But I was getting
the hang of trauma showers

and I wasn't sure
if that was good or bad

or if it was even my last one.

GOLDIE:What you don't know
can't hurt you, Brickland.

You understand?

You fucking threatening me,
Goldie?

I need assurances that once you
get what you want, she'll be safe.

And then you keep her name
and mine out of all this shit, okay?

You know you're putting your
head up as collateral, right?

- Yeah, I do.
- There's something else.

I'm not the only one
looking for that tape.

Make sure you protect it.

Now, when you're cooking chili,

a lot of people
go with green pepper.

No shame in it. People gravitate
to where they feel safe.

But that's not going
to get you where you want to go.

I use three colors of peppers.
Red, yellow and green.

They all got
a different sweetness.

Now, the real secret
is turmeric.

The Indians love turmeric.
They put it in everything.

They even put that shit
on their face.

It just does
something to a chili.

Can't explain it.
Not going to try.

And if you really want
that earthiness,

like you're eating that bean
straight from the ground

in a good way,
you use a bit of cumin.

The chili pepper
gonna do its thing,

but what really brings
that heat is

the flaming Hot Cheetos.

That's the magic.

And that's what chili
on a cold day's gotta be.

Magic.

Thank you.

Wow. That sounds
really time-consuming.

Shit, I didn't know
you had all this company.

- How y'all doing?
- Mm...

Just chilling.
Danger and I were friends.

But he had braved the cold
'cause he wanted something else.

Well, shit,
it's enough for everybody.

I mean, it froze on the way over,
but I know where the kitchen is.

- I could eat.
- Me too.

Diarra got none here but some
tequila and Flaming Hots, so.

DIARRA:My knight in shining
armor had competition.

DIARRA:We were dying
to know what was on that tape.

Only thing I could think
to do to pass the time

was host the world's
most awkward dinner party.

Boom.
Ghetto charcuterie.

So the sardines and the Oreos
are actually the perfect combo.

You just need the gummy bears in
between as a palate cleanser and... Umami.

Okay.

I--I actually might
throw up if I eat it.

You know,
I think I might try it.

- Thank you.
- Yeah, I think I'm good, babe.

Hold on. Babe?
Did I just hear babe?

You really need
to catch me up, Dee.

What happened
when you went back to Zervas?

'Cause, you know, I got a lot
of shit invested in this, too.

- Ugh. It's my squatter.
- No, I didn't forget.

Hey. What?
Um...

No, it's a search party,
Jerrell.

Ain't nobody bringing no dates.

Yeah, we--we found her.
Thank God.

You know, it's a lot
of black ice out there,

so, uh, don't wait up.

Damn. You kind of tough
on a nigga.

You ain't had nobody
paint you an accent wall before?

No, but shit sound
kind of interesting.

I'm sorry.
Why are you here again?

What up, doe? Danger, man.
I brought the chili.

Did you learn
how to cook in prison?

Yeah. What prison job
was that from, bro?

There a problem, man?

- Whoa, whoa, what, now?
- Hey, hey, hey, Swa.

Not in Mama's house.
Not in her mama house.

No. Swa. You don't need
to cross examine everybody.

Well, I'm thinking
maybe I should, because you got

quite a crew
of people assembled here, Dee.

Yeah, it's the crew of people
who've been there for me.

I'm thinking maybe
we need to cross examine

the tight ass in the house.
Why are you here?

I'm here because I'm helping
my wife out of a mess.

Oh, you're helping
your wife out of a mess?

- Yes.
- Because you still love her?

Or because it's starting
to blow back on you?

- Oh, good question. Hmm.
- You supposed to be my cousin.

Swa married his first wife

'cause he had knocked her up
freshman year and couldn't stand

the idea of a baby mama.

He cared about appearances. And we all
cool with alternative relationship styles,

but why would you askher
for an open marriage?

Hmm...

Also, good question.

DIARRA:With the answer
to one mystery on pause,

my friends and I were circling
the answer to another.

I think we're all here because
of your missing lover, right?

Right? I'm really not sure
how I'm the one

that's ending up on trial.

Signature move in the courtroom,
ladies and gentlemen.

Master of diversion.

Well, at the end of the day,

she loves Milk Carton Boy,
and he love her back.

So you can
just suck on that, baldie.

DIARRA:And so we remained
in the dark about a few things.

We had no idea
we were sitting ducks.

Be careful.

That's Diarra's stuff
from school.

What is this?

Key, we need to talk.

I was breaking things off
with you.

- I didn't get that vibe at all.
- Really?

Because I text you, "I don't
think we should see each other"

and then you just came over.

Aren't you glad that I did?

You was about to drive into
a snowstorm in a convertible.

- The top was up.
- All right.

I just need to be unapologetic
about being in a me season.

I think you're inventing shit
so you don't catch feelings.

Running back,
don't try to read me.

I play corner.

- Stop looking at me like that.
- Tell me why.

Celibacy is just a lot easier

without a linebacker
looking at me like that.

I respect your relationship
with God, and I can wait.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

But if we're gonna be together,
you have to learn my position.

Stop respecting me like that.

And don't you say position
to me like that.

Just shh. Shh.

It's okay, baby.

DIARRA:My lawyer had advised
against filling Moni in,

but she wasn't just my backup.
She was my safe space.

So I guess that's
kind of my thing, you know?

I hang out with a strange
white man for a couple of hours.

- And then he gets murdered.
- Shit.

Maybe you should hang out
with my supervisor

because I can't stand
his pasty ass...

trying to get that promotion.

Okay, fine.
Write his address down.

I'll go hang out with him.
So damn stupid.

What about you?
You good?

Milk Carton Boy got taken
for some shit

his dad was into,
so it's not really sitting well

with my present situation.

Yo, Dee, I think there's
some stuff we need to say.

Oh...

Oh, okay, I see.

Little masseuse wanna have
a moment in private.

I'm not telling you shit.

Danger.

Danger was looking for answers

that I wasn't sure I had.

You know, I'm trying not to read
into the fact that you ain't

telling them about all that you
got going on up in here.

And focus on the fact that you
ain't never asked me to leave.

Your ex...
kinda uptight.

I see why you came home.

So it goes like this.

Everything and everybody
is a mystery.

Okay.

You never quite figure
that shit out.

Once you accept that,
you Gucci.

- Danger?
- Hmm?

Are you going to talk
through the whole massage?

That's part of the experience.

Most people think
they have lower back pain,

but it's really the glutes.

Yo, what is that?

You've been doing that throat
thing the whole time.

I know you. Is that
like a medical condition?

It's another mystery. That
shouldn't keep you up at night.

It's not a mystery, my dude.
Get your ass some Mucinex.

I'll think about it.

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

Wait.
I gotta stop. I gotta stop.

Wait, wait.
Aja, wait.

Wait, wait. It's okay.
I don't wanna...

- I don't want to go too far.
- Shh, shh, shh.

- Just the tip.
- Just... What?

- Just the tip.
- Huh?

Just go.

- Just go. Just go.
- Okay. Ready?

Oh, shit.

- You good?
- Yeah.

Okay.

Okay. Just the shaft.
Just the shaft.

- Just the shaft.
- Yeah, just the shaft.

Shh. Okay.
Just three strokes.

- What are you doing?
- Just three strokes.

- Okay, okay.
- One, two, three.

- Oh, my God.
- That was three.

Three more.

If you think I'm not listening
to that tape, you're crazy.

Okay, think about
when they ask us what we know.

Maybe the best strategy
is that we don't know.

Swa, I've been through
too much.

I have to know.

Yes. Yes.
Praise the Lord.

Somebody getting it
in Jesus name.

Amen.

Brother can put in work
like this,

we should have made
the playoffs.

That's my baby cousin, nigga.
Dude, what the fuck?

I got it. Roads are a mess.
Almost didn't make it back.

- Yes.
- Here you go.

Oh.

- Whoa.
- What is that?

Ooh. Somebody just fell
off a wagon and onto a dick.

Dee.

DIARRA:It finally felt
like things were aligning.

- Dee.
- What y'all sipping on?

No, it's fine. Please.

Zervas and Goldie
wanted this tape so bad.

I knew it must have proved
who kidnapped Deonte.

- Okay, y'all ready?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

DIARRA:I was about to solve this thing.

Shit, I'm nervous.

What is it? What is it?
What is it? What is it?

It's Jodeci.

I knew something was up
with that KC and JoJo.

Oh, which one was the kidnapper?

No, it's playing Jodeci.

This is not
the tape that I just saw.

Uh...

Oh, okay, maybe Chris
took the Mary J tape.

Moni, I literally
just had it in my hand.

All tapes
basically look the same.

Maybe you just assumed
that the Mary J tape--

I can read, Swa.
It didn't say fucking Jodeci.

So that means
that we don't even actually

have what the fuck Goldie wants.
Fuck!

Shit. Somebody pass me
this drink. I can't.

- Are you good?
- No, I'm not good.

Okay, well, I hate to make
things worse,

but Ro is thinking about giving
up his shop to the Woodward Boys.

I thought you said Ro
called the shop his third born.

Yes, which is why we need
to figure this shit out, Dee.

- Like, tonight.
- Yeah.

With the hit on Zervas,
I'm starting to think if Chris

is still alive,
he's on borrowed time.

And we all wrapped up
in his shit now.

- We ain't got no choice.
- Yes, somebody playing dumb.

I'm not having it.
And you want to do this shit?

Swa, Roman,
get your asses in here now.

DIARRA:Swa and Roman
both wanted us out,

and if we listened to that tape,
we'd be further in.

So when did you lose
control over your wife?

When she got back cool
with your wife.

So which one of y'all
switched the tape?

Now, Roman, I don't want
to jump to conclusions,

but you seem more likely to have
a Jodeci tape just lying around.

Actually, I do love Jodeci.
I mean, that was my group.

I went to this concert back
when it was at the Fox.

Oh, shoot.
You went to that concert?

When it was all Black downtown?

All Black.

Hey, stop it.

- Don't kiki.
- This is not brunch.

- Do I have a mimosa?
- Nobody here has a mimosa.

- I'm fucking serious.
- Yes.

- Now look at me.
- I'm looking.

If you don't tell me
what's going on, you can forget

about the theater,
forget about the circus.

You can damn well
forget about that damn car wash.

Oh, no, no, no.
We got to keep the car wash.

No time soon.

I get the theater.
I kind of get the circus.

- But the car wash?
- He's the dirty car.

She's the thing that's like...

- She the shop.
- Oh.

Wait, don't go telling him
my secrets.

- Can we get back to Roman?
- Roman, what are you hiding?

Look, when I went
back to the shop...

another Impala came in.
'94, green.

And you wasn't going
to tell me?

'Cause...

one of the Woodward Boys
was driving it.

Moni, in '95, when Swa went
to his stupid fucking concert--

- It was stupid as fuck.
- It was all Black downtown.

It was all Black
everywhere in the D.

Zervas would've stuck out
like a sore thumb.

Yes. Right.
So?

Okay.
All right, class.

So, so The Chief wants Zervas
to snatch Deonte, Sr.,

but Zervas has to farm it out to somebody
who could blend in in the neighborhood.

Someone like the Woodward Boys.

You said it yourself,
Deonte lived, what,

ten minutes from here?

Yeah, WB territory. So now
they coincidentally arming up?

It's not a coincidence.

The Greeks and the Woodward Boys
are at war over something

they fucked up
almost 30 years ago.

So two rival
criminal organizations

just met for a drink
and planned a kidnapping?

Yeah, yeah, something like that.

They grabbed drinks or a dinner.

What about Mr. Greeks?

I see him once a year
at a sponsor dinner.

Sponsor's dinner.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait.
- Move all this.

So, Mr. Greeks, Zervas...

Do the Woodward Boys have any,
like, legitimate businesses?

Red's, that's Velvet's place.
That's where I got the bracelet.

Okay, Woodward Boys,
we need to talk, and... shit.

PKR Automotive.

That's it.
That's gotta be The Chief,

the owner
of Deonte, Sr.'s factory.

He would have had the most
to lose if Senior caused a strike.

I'm sorry,
what does this all mean?

- I'm just asking.
- Okay, baby, listen.

The Chief hired the Greeks,

and the Greeks white asses,
called in the Woodward Boys.

Now, if something on that tape
was a threat to all of them

and they think that we have
the tape, we're a target.

How do we prove all of this,

find Milk Carton Boy
and get that reward money

all while they're trying
to pop our asses?

Somebody needs to start talking.

And as fate would have it,

I just happened to have
a reformed Woodward Boy

sitting in my living room.

Roman, I need you to tell me
about the driver of that Impala.

Wait.
We've never had control of us,

so you might wanna
start talking.

Father God,

please forgive me
and continue to bless me.

You know that my spirit is
willing, but my flesh is weak.

Oh, shit. It's already
happening. God is pissed.

Everything okay?

Oh, my God!

"Wanted to let you know "that
I recommended you for the list.

"Let's grab lunch

and discuss
a future partnership. Harley."

Let's go.

I'm so proud of you, baby.

- Thank you.
- Mm. So good.

- Oh.
- Oh.

You know
what I like about you?

- What? Yeah.
- You're a builder.

Not like these
other girls out here, man.

They just want me
for what I got, you know?

Yes.

They'd be pissed to find out
that I ain't got

what they think I got.

I'm sorry. Say what?

And... just...

When you... When you say
that you don't got, what's that?

I ain't broke broke, but,
you know, I had some fumbles.

Everybody fuck up.

Big Dick energy water never took
off the way it was supposed to.

Big Dick energy water?

Like, who would have
thought that wouldn't work?

But don't worry, baby.
I'm the bounce back king.

This next contract, I put it all in
that construction project downtown.

- We good, baby.
- Wait, hold on.

You invested all of your capital
into one project?

Key, who's advising you?

I go with my gut
on this money stuff.

Oh, shit.
Lord forgive me.

So, what up, Dee?
I was just about to bounce.

I thought we were friends.

Of course. I mean, I got nothing
but love for you. You know that.

Just got some shit I need
to take care of, that's all.

So then why'd you switch
the tape?

What tape?

...trying to get that promotion.

You're a snake, aren't you?

Marshall called them fishbones.

That thing that gets
stuck in your throat.

Dee, we running out of time.

Your stepson, Bone, he drove an
Impala into Roman's shop today.

I knew it was him because Ro said he
was wearing a jacket covered in patches.

Hood patches.

Where'd he get the car?

I passed it to Bone
just like...

somebody passed it to me.

- It's a relic, but it's reliable.
- It's a crime scene.

Woodward Boys used it
to abduct Deonte Brooks.

This shit is
too close to home, Mo.

We just got a gift. Okay?

The Woodward Boys go down,
we get the reward

and we don't have
to pay them back.

You talking about a gift,
then you're talking crazy.

I'm trying to...

The fuck?
Shoot.

They hitting us with the
high beams. I can't see shit.

-Get away from the windows.
- Shit.

Come on.
Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry.

This your ride?

If I don't walk up there
in the next 30 seconds,

they coming in, Dee.

- You don't want that.
- I want the truth, Danger.

You were at the Underground
that night, weren't you?

You shot the Russian?

Were you supposed to kill me?

What? No.
Hell, no.

I was on the Russian way
before me and you was vibing.

So what? So me being there, that
was just like some kind of coincidence?

No one is ever
where they are by accident, Dee.

That's "A Course in Miracles."

You were standing there.
He had a gun on you.

The nigga had to go.

I was there
because I was meant to save you.

You need to let me do it again.

No, Danger.
I do not trust you.

You ghetto ass Confucius.

Where's the tape?

Where's the tape?

Velvet will kill everybody
in here over this tape.

Let it go.

Just here to collect.
Don't have to get bloody.

- Where is the teacher?
- Wait.

Calm down, Spider.

- She gonna cooperate, man.
- I got the tape. Danger had it.

Moni, pack up the crime capsule.

Do that shit. Quick.

Hurry up, I said.

Okay.

Motherfucker.

Spider.
Just go.

Just go. Come on.

Fuck!
He shot me in my dick!

- It's your knee.
- You know how big my dick is.

He might have shot me
in my dick.

Tea, it's your knee.

We got to get him
to the hospital!

Hospitals got to report
a gunshot wound.

Dee, don't we know
somebody off the beaten path?

- This shit don't sound sterile.
- I got a tow truck.

I'll go get it.

Fuck!

- Dee, I need you to stay.
- No, I am going.

No, no! You already got
enough heat on you, all right?

What? I'm bleeding out.
I'm bleeding out!

Call my man and tell him
where I'm at!

As they often
say, if you don't like Michigan weather,

wait a few minutes.

The worst of this snowstorm is over,
folks. We'll see accumulation taper off

in the next
couple of hours, so...

There's something
you should know.

Dee, you coming?

Deonte Brooks.

Deonte Brooks is dead.

Ooh!

So I'm too late.

By about 30 years.

After my mama died, Velvet
started looking out for me.

Buying me gym shoes.
Calling me her little soldier.

She had just taken over
the Woodward Boys.

That kid right there,
Deonte James Brooks.

I heard it clear.

It's fucking me up, Dee, that
you the one looking for him.

I haven't even said this shit
to my therapist.

DIARRA:What Danger was about to tell me
had been lodged in his throat for decades.

Say it.

My job... was just to point
Spider in the right direction.

How was I supposed to know
that he was looking for his dad?

All I had was a name.

The Greeks was pissed.

That was a stupid mistake.
We had to clean it up.

Velvet shot him.

We buried him in the woods.

Chris had his backpack.

Fuck. Jesus fucking Christ.

Trust me, he was back--

He was blackmailing Velvet
and the Greeks.

Okay?

He got his hands
on the tape somehow.

Dude saw a chance
to get paid.

- Shit ain't that deep, Dee.
- No.

No, no, no.

- Yes.
- You're wrong or you're lying.

On God.
On Bone.

On my momma's grave.

I saw him go in the ground, Dee.

I didn't want it to be true.

But I looked in his eyes,
and I knew he wasn't lying.

If you in love with this nigga,
you need let that shit go.

'Cause he sure as shit
ain't Deonte Brooks.

There it was.

I was out of theories,
projections, delusions.

I had been chasing a ghost.

Ambien was a con man.

Danger was
a traumatized little boy

who grew up to be
a liar and a killer.

And I was a woman
run ragged by fate.

It was too insane to be anything
other than some grand design.

I was meant to fight with Swa,

so I could run back to the
neighborhood, get robbed by Danger,

and get mixed up in the very thing
that allowed him to finally confess.

Meant for Swa and I to see
each other with fresh eyes.

Meant to finally answer the
question he'd asked months before.

I had always, always been
hurtling towards the same place.

I'm home.