- You're breaking up with me? - Yeah.
What's wrong? Look, if you want to talk, I'm free.
Let's get married.
- What? - Is that a yes?
- Yes! - We're pregnant!
What say you let me show you a good time?
Are you smashing Joe?
- Why have you been lying to me? - It's over.
How many people have you killed?
- Pol... - No, don't.
I don't care about the world.
I care about me.
So if things don't start to pick up at the clinic,
I'm gonna have to seek greener pastures.
They bought it was Clint.
I'm sorry I went rogue, Zaddy.
Just don't do it again, okay?
Shameful, paying that bastard to fill a prison
with innocent people.
Prisons that you take bribes to build.
The casino is mine now.
We listen to a higher power.
He's referring to the Triads.
If you take over, the cat is out of the bag,
and we are all dead, including our son.
Meet Dean Lovestone.
We legally adopted him this morning.
W-W-We're all family now.
Hey, y'all. We are broadcasting all the way live
from the apartment of Desna Simms.
And today, the "Blue Chairs" is about to
The hell off.
With me are Desna Simms and Mac and Melba Lovestone
of the Bayside Rapture Casino.
There has been a lot of drama between y'all.
She just keeps coming back.
She's like an antibiotic- resistant strain of gonorrhea.
Don't start it, you hi-hag.
Oh, joy, oh rapture.
The tea is spilling off the table.
So much bad blood, but, as it turns out, there's been
a bigger boss all along... the Macau Triads.
The most ruthless crime organization on the planet.
And if y'all don't come together,
and they find out about your little side hustle
with the Governor, they gonna kill your ass
and the asses of everybody you love.
You know, if she had just taken that check...
Bitch, if you would've told me you was in the bed
with the Chinese Mob, maybe I would have.
Okay, okay. We want to work this out.
We have an interracial family to protect.
We love our black son.
Dean is not your son.
As a matter of fact,
I have the results of the paternity test right here.
So, as it turns out,
Dean is not the biological son
of Mac and Melba.
In yo face.
But he'd rather be with them than with you.
- Bloop. - What...
This is bullshit!
Hi, Dessie.
- "Macau"... M-A-C-A-U? - Yeah.
- Where the... is Macau? - It's off the coast of China,
but these Triads are serious.
Listen to this... in Atlantic City,
a man and a woman... sweet toddler Jesus...
Oh! Des, look at this.
This shit is serious.
They are worse than the Russians.
We've got to get Dean the hell out of that casino right now.
- What's the game plan, Des? - Okay, listen.
I need all y'all to sit this one out.
- What?! - No, ma'am, ma'am.
No way, no way. I'm not gonna let you go there by yourself, no.
It's dangerous, Ann, and you got a bun in the oven.
Okay, well, that part is right.
I'ma get over there with Roller, we gonna grab Dean
and be in and out before Macau find out,
and when we're done, that's it with this shit.
Let me just get this straight.
You gonna roll with your boy and not your actual crew?
Hos before bros, Des.
He's got his own beef with Mac and Melba.
What ever happened to ride or die?
This time, I'ma need y'all to just ride.
Gwen, hey, pick a color, girl.
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Des?
What?
Listen, I know that I lied about Joe.
You damn right you did.
You were literally sleeping with the enemy.
Bitch, you ain't Julia Roberts.
- How am I supposed to trust you? - I know, I know.
But let me make it up to you. I can go and talk to Joe.
I can get the inside track on Mac and Melba
and find out what they're really doing with Dean.
And are you saying that just 'cause you want
to fall back on the man's dick? No!
Well, if I'm being honest, partly.
Please don't tell me you ain't caught feelings
- for this Rico Suave. - I didn't mean to!
Oh, God, I don't even understand how it happened.
I don't know what's going on.
Shit, you in deep.
Oh, girl, I'm drowning.
Oh. Listen.
Oh, I get it.
I mean, me and Roller... we...
We don't make sense, but we work.
See? You know what I'm talking about.
No, because Joe is in bed with Mac and Melba,
so who knows what kind of foul shit he into over there.
Well, I can compartmentalize my feelings.
I like Joe, but I would never put a man before the crew.
I'm totally down with you, Des, and you know that.
I know that.
And I forgive you.
Pol, there's some dark shit happening over there,
and I cannot let you back in that lion's den.
Dean is part of my family, too.
I taught him how to chairy-pop.
Okurrr? Right?
I'm not gonna lie.
It would be nice to have somebody else
watching my back over there.
That's me, girl.
- We got to be careful, Pol. - Yeah.
Those Triads will skin us alive.
I know.
I love you so much.
- Uh, uh. - Hello, ladies.
- Are you ready to see the baby? - Mm.
I'm just gonna hand you this, okay?
Oh, God. Alright, okay.
We're gonna check for a heartbeat, okay?
Alrighty. Alright.
Why aren't we hearing anything?
This is bad. This is really bad.
Just give him a minute. Let him do his job.
Oh, God.
Something's wrong. I know it. Something's wrong with the baby.
It's gonna be fine. I...
It's gonna be fine, right?
Just tell her, right?
Tell her. It's gonna be fine.
There it is.
Nice and strong, see?
Mm, okay, um, I'm gonna...
I'm gonna catch up with you in a little bit.
Hey, hey, D., look at me.
Just be easy, alright?
Go in there and tell him about the Chinese gangsters.
Dean's sharp. He'll listen, okay, babe?
Okay.
Dean?
- Mm. - Can I talk to you for a minute?
I don't... I don't want to talk about
Mac and Melba with you anymore.
Well, I don't want to talk about Mac and Melba either.
I want to talk about Mac and Melba's bosses.
The Triad. The Chinese Mafia. The San Ho Hui.
Their name means the union between heaven, earth, and man.
Mac and Melba told me all about them.
Oh, oh, okay, then good.
Then you know that these people are dangerous
and that we could be diced up and buried just like that.
Dean, we got to get out of here.
I don't want to talk about this anymore.
I have a very important tournament to prep for.
I-I-I need to focus.
Dean, y-y-you remember, the, um...
when you were around eight, that group home
that we lived in in Oceanside?
- Terrible food, yes. - Okay, Dean. That's the one.
You remember when the kitchen caught on fire?
You said it was cosmic justice, yeah.
I set the fire, Dean.
Were you protesting their fish-stick heavy menu?
I was trying to keep you from getting adopted.
Th-There was a family that... that wanted you, Dean,
and I begged and I cried to get them to take me, too,
because I knew what kind of people they were,
and I knew that they wouldn't take care of you
as good as I could.
They already had too many kids.
They couldn't give you the attention you needed,
and they said no, so I set the kitchen on fire,
and I blamed it on you.
And after that, they were gone.
I know this is hard for you to understand, baby,
but it was the right thing to do.
Don't you see, Dean?
I will do anything to keep you safe.
You took a family from me.
You were selfish.
I did it for you.
I did everything I've done for you.
It's all been for you.
I just want you out of the casino, Dean.
I'm not trying to control you, baby.
I'm trying to protect you.
You're not trying to protect me, Desna!
You're trying to protect you.
Just you.
It's sad how hard she tries.
- Dean will stay focused. - He better.
We need him to win that tournament.
Oh, he will. He's so talented.
It's a shame he's not gonna get a chance to act...
Look, I understand that stealing his prize money
has always been a part of the plan,
but the kid is...
Is the final step necessary?
Don't be a chicken pussy.
Stick to the plan. No loose ends.
After Dean wins, he's dead, and we're gone.
Hey, baby, what's happening?
Roller, Dean... he shut me down.
Hmm?
So I want to ask if you could do me a favor.
Yeah, what you need, baby?
I need you to run the Hunting Grounds.
Okay.
I mean, what's running a whack-ass club
got to do with your brother?
I just figure if you were here running the club...
you know how much Dean likes to spend time with you,
and maybe you could just talk to him and convince him
about our exit strategy.
'Cause we need to get Dean out of this casino.
I got you.
Yeah?
Thank you.
You think you can do it without killing Mac and Melba?
Baby, I'm all about restraint.
- Promise? - I got you.
What's the matter?
Why the long tits?
I'm thinking that the Hunting Ground
needs to be revamped, and Roller is just the person to do it.
Mm. I have serious reservations
about your white-black lover taking over.
I don't know why not.
He has experience in the music industry,
and he could take that club to a whole new level.
It doesn't need that.
The Mac daddy make you jump-jump.
- I'm just not a fan. - Yeah, me, either, bitch.
I can't work with this meathead.
Okay, well, you gonna have to figure it out,
'cause his ass ain't going nowhere.
Listen, your club is shit. Lucky for you, I can fix it.
Fine, do what you want.
I'ma need some paper.
- Skrilla? - Bread?
Chedda?
- Money. - Money.
Oh, for God's sake, just go up to accounting
and get what you need.
Hey.
Hey, stranger.
Want to get rowdy together?
What are you doing here?
Um...
I missed you.
Then why'd you send back the gun?
I'm not very good at accepting gifts.
One time, uh, Richard Branson...
- he gave me a trip to outer space... - Yeah.
Cut the bullshit.
You want to be with me?
Yes.
You walked away.
You killed Penelope and Yolanda.
I thought I was next.
- So what's changed? - Nothing.
I just... I can't stay away from you.
Are you playing me?
No.
'Cause I am not playing you.
- Jenn. - Yes?
I've decided to go on a real date with Eric.
Oh. Which one?
Uh, that one. Showcase them titties a little bit.
Let 'em dance around.
Girl, you know these mosquito bites don't dance.
That is true.
Listen, it doesn't really matter what you wear.
It's gonna end up on the floor anyway.
Ahh!
- Jenny-Jenn! - Yes, baby?
- Whoo! - Oh, my.
You ain't never finna believe what just happened to me.
Oh, my God, you got me that Cadillac Escalade from my dream board?
Oh, ho. Oh!
Better. Better.
I just got a meeting with some publishing folks
who want to turn "Get It, Get It"
into a book-book.
- A book-book! - And they sound real excited!
Get it, boy!
I know, I know.
Oh, I always thought that, you know,
e-books were the future, but to hell with that.
I want to be in Barnes and Noble.
Dip me.
OH, COME HERE. BOTH: Ah!
I've never been more proud, baby.
Ah!
- Or wet. - Wh...
You got the... the...
She's almost done.
R-Roller, I-I-I have to... I have to get back to my game.
It's just one minute. I need your advice, Dean.
But did... did Desna send you here
for some kind of intervention?
Because I'm not an addict, Roller. I'm not an addict.
Dean, nobody's saying that.
Dean, I got to open this club up,
and you're in here, like, 24 hours, seven days a week.
Actually, I'm in the mahjong room.
Yeah, but you know the customers, right?
- N-Not really. - Dean, what you mean?
You got the party instinct.
I hate loud music, and I don't like being touched,
so, actually it's, like, the exact opposite of...
Dean, just... just come on, man.
Help me out.
Okay, Roller. Okay. Okay.
Um, have you procured entertainment yet?
Nope.
Oh, oh, oh, wh-what... what about male exotic dancers?
Attendance at the Hammer and Pickle
went up 30% when Polly's Boys started to perform.
- Yes! - Yes!
- See? Yes. - Y-Yes.
Hey, you can get your boys back together?
Well, I can't, 'cause then it'd interrupt
with my mahjong training.
No, it would not interrupt your mahjong training.
It would help your mahjong training,
because dancing's like sex.
It will help your mind, body, and soul.
Okay, well, I have missed expressing myself
- through movement. - Right?
- Yeah. - You get your boys back together.
You're on tomorrow night, okay?
- Okay, tomorrow night. - That's it.
What the hell?
Trip says you're on this now.
- On what? - The wash.
Bye.
Wha...
Come in. I'm famished.
Ah, I thought you were my pizza.
Question.
No, the belt is not flattering.
How do you wash the Governor's money through the casino?
I only know how to smurf through my salon.
Oh, Desna.
Dumb-dumb Desna.
Washing money is easy.
It's keeping it from Macau that you have to be careful about.
Let me tell you about our counterparts
at Gambler's Delight in Atlantic City.
They skimmed a little bit of money from the Triads
because they wanted to build a pool.
Nothing fancy... above ground.
But Macau found out, and they went swimming alright.
Swimming in a deep-fat fryer.
Alright, then... then tell me how to do it.
Just give me a sec.
Let me just bask in this for a moment.
Yep. Hmm.
Open your eyes, bitch.
If you don't help me, we both go down.
The drop always happens here...
...because it is a security-camera-blind spot.
Right.
Desna, this is Phyllis.
She's a third grade teacher who gambles
"on the house" with us every month.
Nice to meet you.
Very nice to meet you.
Phyllis gets the money from us and exchanges it for chips.
She has to gamble just long enough
for the security cameras to capture her.
We want to make it look legit.
And then she cashes all the chips back in.
We record it as a gambling winning,
and Trip has nice, clean money.
And then she does it again and again and again.
For school supplies.
Wow, this is a baby?
Yup.
I cannot stop eating.
Why aren't you guys eating? You're not hungry?
I don't have an appetite.
Oh.
I'm considering dropping out of the race.
Mnh-mnh. You can't do that.
Yeah, we need you. You're our voice.
I have a feeling Patel's gonna out me at the town hall tonight.
I think we can all agree Florida isn't ready
for a gay Cuban governor.
You've got to stay in the race.
- And lose? - You've worked your ass off.
- Don't let him stand in your way. - It's pointless.
I don't know why I ever thought I could do this.
But you can. With what I know about him, Ted Bundy could beat Patel.
What do you know?
Well, if you knew where he got his money.
I already said too much.
Come on. You can't just drop that bomb and then walk away.
Come on, sis. I need your help.
Hey, deejay, nothing before 2001.
You heard me? What do we got?
Okay. Here, what's this?
Does that say "Cristal"?
- Take it back. - Boys.
Boys, boys, boys. Nope, nope, nope.
You're looking rusty, alright?
Balanchine once said to me, "The key to dance is discipline
and a tight-ass twerk."
Alright? So back to the top.
And five, six, seven, eight.
Joe.
Tonight, these boys christen this humble stage
with man sweat!
Well, looks like you're busy.
I guess we can't go extort anyone.
What? No, yes, we can.
I'm gonna be done with these girls by 3:00.
Oh, yes, yes, Dean,
you are a poet of the dance.
- Mwah! - Wow.
That man can do no wrong.
What are you talking about?
Mac and Melba. You now?
Everyone's obsessed with Dean.
Sweetie, I love Dean like a choreographer loves her muse.
I can't speak for Mac and Melba's motivations, though.
- I've devoted my life to them. - I know.
Did their dirty work for decades.
- You don't see them adopting me. - That is weird.
Do you know why they would pick Dean over you?
I don't know why they do anything anymore.
- I'm out of the loop. - Hey, Polly, look.
I-I've been thinking about putting this in.
Ooh, yes, yah, yas, Queen, I love it.
Love it. Work it. Work it.
Work it. Work it. Work it.
Excuse me.
- So? - What?
- Is it working? - Yeah, it's working.
Polly got the boys back together.
They're back there looking like
a butt-naked Backstreet Boys reunion.
Maybe it's a good time for me to go talk to him now.
Slow down. Why you so thirsty? I told you.
- I'ma speak to him, take care of it. - Roller, I...
Look, we're gonna get drinks after he's done dancing.
I'ma speak to him.
I can't tell you what this opportunity means to me.
If I could actually get "Get It, Get It" published,
I could finally go wide with my message of empowerment
and stick-to-itiveness and drive.
And spunk. Don't you forget spunk.
- You know that's important. - Spunk.
Honestly, we couldn't agree more.
We'd really like to publish your book.
- What do you say, pal? - Yes!
- Am I yelling? - Oh, my God.
Yes, please.
You don't know how much this means to us.
I mean, it's like our daughters can finally stop
asking why their daddy cries all the time.
- Jenn, what the... - I'm sorry.
- That was not... - It's just...
I've been working on this project for so long.
So long.
And to have someone believe in me.
Mr. Husser, mine's an old family
whose roots run deep.
We've always believed in supporting our community.
An advance, to show you how confident we are in you
and this project.
Uh... uh...
Pulled it back.
It's $25,000.
Holy shit. That's pretty.
We'd like to start to get a buzz going with the book right away.
Kick things off with a small promotional tour
through the Deep South.
My baby has always wanted to go on tour.
- I always loved the South. - I know.
Great. I've got a printer.
They can make some advance copies.
I'll invite some folks that you can meet
and give you a taste of the author life.
What are you talking about... tonight?
Yes, ma'am.
- Okay. Not again. - I'm sorry.
- There he goes.
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry. - All right.
- You shouldn't have to see me like this. - Okay.
Thank you so much.
- Get over here. - Whoa!
Oh, God! Oh! Damn.
Mm.
What's up, Bayside Rapture?
Y'all ready for some sensual shit? Huh?
Oh.
First time at Roller's, let me introduce to you,
Dean and the Get Money Boyz.
- Let's go! - Oh!
Ooh-hoo-hoo!
So, what did you find out from Joe?
Joe is super jelly that Mac and Melba adopted Dean.
I kind of feel bad for him. But...
But does he know what they got planned for my brother, Pol?
If there is a plan, Joe doesn't know anything about it.
So, are you saying that they actually like Dean?
That's what Joe thinks.
Damn.
This shit is more twisted than I thought.
Mm-hmm.
That's our baby!
Whoo! Yes! Those are my boys!
Hey.
Yeah. Dean, that set was fire.
- Killed it. - Th-Thanks... Thanks, Roller.
Thanks. And... And you were right.
I-I'd forgotten about the endorphin rush
that dancing provides.
It's... It's really gonna help my game.
Hey, Dean, you got to forget about mahjong.
You got to take this act on the road, baby.
But I-I can't, because then I'll miss the tournament.
Dean, Dean, listen to me.
You can play that game whenever you want,
but you can't shake that ass forever, huh?
Merce Cunningham danced into his nineties.
Man, I don't know who that is, bro, but listen...
nobody wants to see a wrinkled ass twerking.
Baby!
Look at this turnout!
- You killed it. - Hey.
Hey, I didn't know you was gonna be here.
Yeah.
Hey, you want something to drink?
W-Well, Dean, what are you having?
A-A kombucha sour.
Can I have the same, but with vodka?
You looked good out there tonight.
Th-Thanks, Dessie.
It... It was good to be back with the boys.
It was a much simpler time then.
- I hadn't shot Zlata. - Slow...
A-And... And... And you hadn't killed Dr. Ruval.
Baby, that... that is all water under the bridge.
- Yeah. - But those body rolls you did tonight...
boy?
- Hey! - Yeah.
- You noticed that, yeah? - Yes, I did.
We were practicing a lot, Des. We were practicing a lot.
I am fundamentally opposed to same-sex marriage.
But, clearly, my opponent, Henry Zayas,
to my left here, disagrees with me.
For personal reasons.
Governor Patel is correct.
I am supportive of same-sex marriage.
And not just because it's right.
But, uh...
because my sister's a lesbian.
She and her partner are engaged,
and I can't think of two people
more deserving of a happy, healthy marriage.
Aw!
Well, alrighty, then.
And that's the only reason you support same-sex marriage?
Did you see that?
Dean didn't get defensive or walk away from me at all.
You're welcome, baby.
I think he's finally opening up to me,
and I can convince him to get out of here a little sooner.
Just don't freak him out, okay?
- I'm not. - Okay.
Wait. What is happening?
So, I assume you're planning on marrying your boyfriend?
I don't know what you're talking about.
Well, I think you do,
and I think it's time you fess up
to the good people of the great state of Florida.
Be honest, son.
Okay.
I'll be honest.
As soon as you admit to the good people of Florida
that you've been taking bribes.
- Shit! - Factually not true!
And then you launder the money
through Bayside Rapture Casino.
- These are lies! - Oh, shit.
I've never even been to the casino, liar!
Shit.
Polly, Ann is in trouble.
Her brother just leaked that the Governor is taking bribes,
and I think she was the one who told him.
That's an unfortunate development.
Look, I've been trying her,
and she's not answering the phone,
but I need you to find out from Joe
if Mac and Melba know about this yet,
'cause, if they do, her ass is Melba toast.
I will get right on that and, uh, circle back.
Hey, uh, Roller has a question for Mac and Melba,
and he can't find them.
Do you have a fix on their location?
No, I don't. And, frankly, I don't care.
No one consulted me about having that Neanderthal run the club.
They don't appreciate you, Joe.
All those years of service,
not getting included in the decisions?
I don't want to talk about it. It's hurtful!
On top of being replaced by Dean.
Polly, please.
Baby, I'm sorry.
I-I'm not trying to pick a sore spot.
I'm just trying to understand why you still put up with them.
They were there for me during my darkest moment.
There's a darkness in me, too.
And I like it.
Maybe too much.
And when I'm around you, I feel it, and it...
and I really... just, it...
It scares me.
So I'm your issue?
What scares me the most is that I can't stay away from you.
I'm afraid of what being around you does to me.
I will never let anything happen to you, Polly.
This is Ann. Leave a message at the beep.
Ann, no one is picking up the salon phone.
Are you okay?
I need you to call me back.
It's an emergency.
Verla, please.
I just need a little something, please?
I miss pills. Especially booty-bumpin' em.
Look. Come back tomorrow to get treatment.
Everything's gonna be fine. Methadone is great.
It'll help you get over your opioid cravings.
Will it help me get over seeing my drug dealer
turn into a Mormon Tabernacle choirboy?
Ugh!
Mmm.
Mm.
Do you think Toby will be okay with what we're doing?
Well, he's a millennial.
There's no need to fill him in on the details.
It'd just confuse him.
Yeah, but if you keep threading my needle,
you are gonna tell him, right?
Well, I'm definitely gonna keep threading your needle.
Mmm!
Okay, I'm gonna see you later.
Ow.
Don't forget the cocoa butter.
I won't.
Hey, Toby.
Well.
Don't you look like the CEO of Haternation.
- You've been keeping a secret. - What are you talking about?
I know you've been giving Brenda vitamin D injections.
Well, I was gonna, you know, ease you into that.
But, uh, I guess this is
just as good a time as any.
How about we bring, uh,
ol' Brenda into the fold?
Our fold?
Oh, come on now, Toby.
You know I love you.
But, uh...
well, the heart wants what the heart wants.
And it... And my heart wants...
Tobrenda.
Tobrenda?
Are you serious?
I am a 26-year-old sugar baby.
This is not how you treat me.
Come on, boy, all I done for you...
After what I've done for you!
I tried to kill for you.
I never asked you to go after Desna...
I did what you couldn't, you moron!
Stop, stop, stop, hey. Shh, calm down.
Calm down, boy. Calm down. Shh.
Calm down.
I feel like I'm losing you.
Oh, you ain't losing me.
Yeah, I'm right here, boy.
No, you're not. You're with her!
Well, how's this any different than with Juanda?
Because Juanda was a queen and...
and you... you both chose me.
Only you chose Brenda. You went behind my back.
Look, Clay.
There's only room for one princess in this relationship.
You have to make a choice.
- So, uh... - So...
...w-what made you pick the Tomato Oasis?
Oh, uh, well, before I went away,
Jenn and I used to hit this place all the time.
Oh.
Cool.
And when she was pregnant, um,
all she ever wanted was those breadsticks.
Oh.
Sounds like you really miss Jenn a lot.
- Virginia! - Uh...
Hey, girl, hey!
Speak of the devil.
I didn't know that y'all were coming out for fancy Italian!
Oh, my God, these breadsticks.
How's this going?
- G-Great, yeah. Mm-hmm. - Great.
Well, this distinguished gentleman to my right
has a talk in the Executive Vine Room
if you'd like to stop on by.
- "Get it"? - "Get it"?
Oh. That sounds amazing.
I think we should stop by, yeah?
Yeah, I'm in.
Yeah, I'm sure you are.
Hey.
- Author coming through! - Stop it.
Hello?
Ann?
Hello?
Are you here?
Oh, God.
Why weren't you answering your goddamn phone?
- I thought something happened to you. - I saw it.
Ann, you told your brother? Why would you do that?
- It was a mistake. I'm so sorry. - You...
You want them to take your intestines out
and make them into a goddamn bolo tie?
It was a mistake. On...
On the life of my unborn baby,
you know that I wouldn't do that.
Just... I made a mistake.
I was just trying to encourage him.
- I would never ever... - Shut up.
I didn't know he was gonna do that on live TV...
Shut up!
For somebody named Quiet Ann, you talk too damn much.
Get your ass in the car before somebody finds you
and blows your head off.
This is bullshit.
I'm not going into hiding.
Five minutes ago you was cowering in the back office.
- Now she don't wanna hide. - Well, I freaked.
Okay? But I'm fine now,
so we can turn around and go back.
We are not going back, okay?
I'm gonna get you safe, so just deal with it.
Dean's right. You're always trying to control people.
Unh-unh. Don't bring Dean into this.
_
Great.
We're in this mess because of you and Dean.
What? So this is my fault? I swear to God.
It's like you just like sabotaging shit.
What the hell does that mean?
Hello, Arlene?
Hello, quitting the crew way back when?
- I mean... - So you're giving me a history lesson?
- Yeah. - Hello, Zlata?
Oh... Hello, Riva?
Stay outta my business.
You just better hope Mac and Melba
stay out of your business.
Speak of the devil.
Hey, girl.
Clearly the quiet one wasn't so quiet.
What? I... I don't know what you mean.
Her brother just accused Patel
on television of washing money through Bayside.
We need to take care of this, Desna.
- Where is she? - I-I don't know.
Poppycock!
Don't worry, okay?
I'll find her.
Oh! Oh, no.
No, I'm not worried.
She will be found.
And punished.
We're looking, too.
Thank you.
Okay, okay, but I have never been late
on any credit card payment.
I have been a loyal customer since college.
You people lured me with an application and a free trip
to Weeki Wachee State Park.
Hello? Hello?
What the...
Ken, I need some Oxy.
I can't just give them out anymore.
- We're healing people, remember? - Don't worry.
Uncle Daddy's too blinded
by Brenda's feminine wiles to notice.
He's got pussy goggles on.
I can pay you for them if that makes it any better.
That... That would make me a dealer.
So what? Get your side hustle on, girl.
You work at a strip mall in Palmetto.
Don't you have dreams?
Hey, hey, hey, you can't take that.
Wait, hey!
How am I gonna explain the accounting?
Figure it out.
Hey. Hey.
Bad news.
Mac and Melba just asked me to murder your friend.
The quiet one.
- Joe! You can't do that! - It's my job.
Ah! No, it's not!
They treat you like a red-headed step-child,
no offense to me, and they expect you
to just jump every time they call.
- Yeah, it is getting old. - So stand up to them.
Show them that they can't treat you like that anymore.
You know what? They should ask their mahjong son
- is what they should do. - Atta boy.
Okay, here's what we're gonna do.
I am gonna put this over here, and you are just gonna lie
and say that you can't find Ann,
and I am gonna keep you occupied.
"Because it's not just about having pride in who you are.
It's about speaking up and demanding respect from others.
Demanding that they acknowledge the inherent greatness
you've always known in yourself.
Now that is what it means to get it, get it."
- Oh... - Yeah!
Alright, then I'll, uh...
I'll be happy to take any questions.
First of all, buddy, really, really inspiring.
Thank you, brother.
But what I find most empowering is the subtitle
to your magnum opus... "The Final Solution."
I just think it's refreshing when someone has the gonads
to rise up and encourage the master race
to "get it, get it."
Question, uh, what do you mean "master race"?
Oh, the one true race. The white race.
Yeah.
Oh, Lord.
I think there's been a mistake.
I'm not a part of the white race.
I mean, I'm... I mean, I'm not a racist.
Oh, neither are we.
We're nationalists.
- White power! - White national...
Me and my wife... we have many, many black friends.
- We love our black friends. - So many, and we love them.
And co-workers.
Okay, race traitor. Chad, don't. Chad.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. - Chad, don't do this.
- You just wanna back off... - Come on!
Oh!
Jenn, I'm sorry.
- I have a black... - I'm sor... Oh! Oh!
- We have a black daughter! - Shit!
Back! Get back!
- Let go! - Virginia, did you see me?!
White power!
Somebody definitely died in this shit hole.
Please stop talking about death.
- It's her. - Oh, God.
It's okay, baby. I'm here now.
I can't believe your brother would do this.
Didn't he know it would blow back on us?
I'm not gonna defend him, alright?
He screwed up, and now we're gonna be in hiding
for the rest of our goddamn lives.
Don't say that. I'm gonna fix this.
How? How are you gonna do that?
I'm gonna make a deal with Mac and Melba.
No!
You're not gonna become a dirty cop because of me.
No.
I'm doing this.
This is happening.
Are you sure?
We're having a baby.
That's all that matters now.
I love you.
I love you, too.
Thank you for taking the time to talk to your sister.
Okay.
- Baby. - Huh.
Baby.
I want to talk to you, and I just wanted to say
that you were right, and I've been selfish.
Yes, extremely.
Yeah, and you are a grown-ass man,
and you don't need me to be your protector.
Can I go back to play mahjong now?
Okay, well, no, I have some other things to say,
and if you still want to go after that, you can.
I just want to make sure you have all the facts.
Yeah, facts, I like facts.
Facts are friends... your friends.
Unless you're the President.
Okay.
Well, the fact is Quiet Ann is in hiding right now
because Mac and Melba want to hurt her.
T-T-That's not a fact.
Baby, that's a fact.
And the other thing I didn't tell you
because I didn't want you to worry was that Mac and Melba
kidnapped me and Roller...
...and left us in the swamp to die.
Dean, these are the people who adopted you.
I don't know, Dessie.
I-I don't... that's a lot to process.
I would not lie to you about this.
Dean, you are a grown man now.
You can handle the truth,
and that's why I'm telling you all this.
That's why I want you to leave here,
because I'm worried about you. I promise you.
I will find you another place to dance and play mahjong,
but just not here.
I can't... I don't know... I don't... I don't...
I-I can't talk about this until after I finish the tournament.
The tournament... I have to finish the...
O-Okay, okay, okay, baby.
- Yes. - We...
We can talk about it any time you get ready.
T-Thanks, Dessie, I appreciate it. Thank you.
I love you.
- Doc? - Shh.
I know you're missing the goods.
Wait, wait, wait.
I need you to tell all your friends
that I can hook them up,
but you can't use my real name, okay?
You call me...
Ishmael.
I'll call you Beyoncé.
Just give me my damn drugs.
Thanks.
I couldn't find Ann anywhere.
Wh... What the hell are you doing here?
Saving your ass.
Your friend Arlene was just telling us
that she is willing to help us bury this unfortunate debacle
so that we can keep law enforcement out of it.
- Oh, is she? - This is what's gonna happen.
You need to make your books are completely clean
and sever all ties with Patel.
I can make all of this go away if you never look at Ann again.
Well?
Come on, y'all. That... That seems reasonable.
Oh, indeed it is. I like your friend.
I don't.
Professor.
What a surprise.
She...
was a liability.
Now, let's find out if you are, too.