I don'’t know, I think that footage got leaked.
-What footage? -The fight with me and Kalinda.
VANESSA: The cops got it and they leaked it,
'’cause somehow it's out.
We'’re gonna get through this.
Love you.
Laila said her and Kalinda worked
for that woman, Roxanne Wood.
And now another one of Roxanne'’s girls is missing.
SUSIE Q: We probably shouldn'’t mess around with these guys.
LAILA: She goes by Susie Q.
Well, that'’s not much to go on.
-Who else you tell about Laila and me? -Nobody!
Marques King got a lot of heat on him right now.
Folks saying he killed that girl Kalinda.
I figured he'’d be willing to pay good money to make sure...
you don'’t end up like her.
Go, go, go, go, go!
-Where are we going? -Go!
[indistinct shouting]
I'’m supposed to drop off $300,000
in 30 minutes or this gets posted.
Please help me! He'’s gonna kill me! Please!
-He'’s gonna kill me! -JAMAL: Hey! Hey!
Hold that door! Hold that door!
Oh, shit.
[panting]: Oh, thank God.
[tires screeching]
["Brighter Day" by Drew Vision & D'’anna Stewart playing]
♪ Ooh, yeah♪
♪ Say yeah, yeah, yeah♪
-♪ Oh♪ -♪ Say yeah, yeah, yeah♪
♪ Say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah♪
♪ Yeah♪
♪ I know you'’ve been hurting♪
♪ I know you'’ve been searching♪
♪ I can tell you'’ve been crying♪
♪ But you gotta keep fighting♪
♪ You don'’t have to search no more♪
♪ Girl, I'’m what you'’re searching for♪
♪ My love will always be here for you♪
♪ Leave your worries at the door♪
♪ It'’s gonna be a brighter day♪
♪ You just got to make a wish♪
♪ Lift your head up high, and scream it loud♪
♪ Brighter day♪
♪ Brighter day...♪
Bitch, didn'’t I tell you to get off on Lankershim?
♪ Brighter day♪
♪ Say yeah, yeah, yeah♪
♪ Say yeah, yeah, yeah, brighter day.♪
♪
[water running]
[muffled screaming]
Please let me out!
[grunts]
-Hey, wait! Please stop! -Come on! Come on!
No, no, no, no, please! He'’s gonna kill me!
[sighs]
Hey, you need to stay within yourself.
Stay within myself, Nia?
Do you have any idea how much restraint
-I am exercising right now? -Girl.
-[groans] -I understand.
No, you don'’t.
Look, there is a lot going on right now.
This girl has been through it, okay? She'’s a mess.
So, I just need to settle her down,
and then I will take you home.
No, thanks, okay? I'’ll call a car.
Well, hold on. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
She might be able to help us.
-Girl... -And, uh, let me hit that.
[sighs]
Thank you.
-Hi. -Hey.
You okay?
Do you-- are you good? Do you need anything?
You hungry?
We have some leftover spaghetti in the fridge.
I-I don'’t think I could eat right now.
Can I hit that, though?
-Yeah. -Ah-ha-ha, no, hold on.
[scoffs] It'’s like that?
Yes, it'’s like that.
Do you want it or not?
No, I'’m good.
Okay, ladies.
All right.
So, do you have any idea who took you?
No, not a clue.
Was just some guy. Uh, an old guy.
Do you know what he looked like?
He was black.
He kept talking about this Wing-a-Ding thing.
My mind was racing the whole time. I'’m sorry, I'm blanking.
-Hey, it'’s okay. -I know this cop, Loomis.
-We should go to him. -Uh, yeah, count me out of that, okay?
LAPD is already trying to hang a case around my neck.
I can'’t be mixed up in no kidnapping.
But you didn'’t have anything to do with it.
Yeah, I also didn'’t kill that bitch either,
but it doesn'’t matter.
I'’m straight nun mode.
I'’m so sick of this shit!
I'’m the one looking like a target, okay?!
Everyone'’s after me!
First, Susie disappears and now, all of a sudden, I'’m kidnapped?!
-Who is Susie? -Probably some ho.
Susie'’s my friend.
My only friend, okay?
-Uh, you need to calm down, okay? -Okay.
[sighs]
We sometimes work for this woman Roxanne.
She books us gigs and-and stuff, and events and parties.
Parties and events. [scoffs]
It'’s not like that.
Well, sometimes it is, but you know how L.A. is.
They just want pretty girls to stand around at these events.
-[stammers, exhales] -Go on.
VANESSA: Yes.
Enlighten us. Explain the ho game to us.
Sometimes there'’s shady dudes there.
A-And I don'’t know. I don't know if what happened to Kalinda
happened to Susie and...
-Now it could happen to me! -NIA: Uh...
Calm down. D-Do you need anything?
I need your phone. Please, can I please use your phone?
Yes, here.
Girl, we need to get at this Roxanne chick.
Uh, you handle your little
Sherlock Holmes stuff on your own.
I need to get home, okay?
My husband'’s probably about to lose his mind.
-You haven'’t called him? -I mean, I texted him, I told him I was okay.
-What? -LAILA: Oh, my God!
-What? -[crying]: It'’s Susie!
Look, she'’s dead.
-Her sister just posted this. -Okay.
I was supposed to be at that event.
-That could have been me. -Okay, okay. Okay, I'’m sorry.
LAILA: Look,
I know you hate me.
I'’m not a bad person.
I'’m not.
[snoring]
Yeah, I know I can make you scream, baby.
Make you make noise and it'’s like,
[high-pitched]: "Reem..."
Ugh.
Kareem!
[regular pitch]: Marques.
Come on. Please, man.
Man, are you serious right now?
Vanessa'’s out there with my gun.
I'’m sorry, man.
Damn. Look, man, Vanessa went to law school.
All right? She not no OG gangster or nothing like that.
Man, she ain'’t gonna shoot nobody.
Man, anybody capable of anything.
She, she texted you, right?
She said she okay, right?
Yeah, but that was hours ago.
Man, she all right, man.
-[door opens] -VANESSA: Marques.
-See? -Man, Vanessa, where the hell were you?
Relax. I texted you, I told you I was okay.
Yeah, hours ago.
Shut up.
-Scoot over. -[groans]
[sighs]
The good news is that Laila is not a problem anymore.
-What? -What?
-What did you do? -Relax. Damn.
-Both of y'’all. -Oh, wait, hold up.
You mean to tell me you didn'’t shoot nobody?
No, I didn'’t shoot nobody. Are you crazy?
I mean, I was trying to trap her,
but she really got kidnapped and escaped.
So, all y'’all talk? And you talked to her?
Yeah, I talked to her.
Oh, word?
Um, well, y-you know what?
What'’s most important is that you'’re okay.
I'’m okay.
'’Cause... [grunts]
...if something were to happen to you...
I know. I'’m okay.
Well... That'’s-that's...
[chuckles]: black love right there.
Yeah. I, I guess my work is done here.
I love y'’all when y'all happy, y'’all look good.
Y'’all make me feel good.
-Bye, Kareem. -Yeah. Bye.
Marques, I'’m-a call you later, man.
[sighs]
[door opens]
[door closes]
What?
Your little, your little hood habits came back out, huh?
Oh, my gosh, stop.
Where'’s the gun?
It'’s somewhere close.
-Somewhere close? -Mm-hmm.
-Yeah? -Mm-hmm.
How close?
♪ You can'’t imagine it♪
♪ I'’m 'bout to be, I'’m 'bout to be♪
♪ I'’m 'bout to be the business♪
♪ '’Bout to be, I'm '’bout to be♪
♪ I'’m 'bout to be, I'’m 'bout to be♪
♪ I'’m 'bout to be, I'’m 'bout to be the business♪
♪ Baby♪
[engine starts]
♪ The business, baby♪
♪ '’Bout to be♪
♪ '’Bout to be the business, baby♪
♪ '’Bout to be♪
♪ I'’m 'bout to be♪
♪ I'’m 'bout to be.♪
Yeah, yeah, Laila'’s fine.
TERRENCE [over phone]: Did she describe her kidnapper?
Uh, it seemed like some old-school thug.
I'’m not even sure there'’s a connection.
Well, they'’re still watching the Kings.
NIA: I think she wants us to find this Roxanne chick,
so I-I'’ll follow up and keep you posted.
All right, and how about you? Are you okay?
I'’m fine.
You know I'’m here for you.
Yeah, I know.
Hey, I'’m gonna talk to you later, okay?
All right.
[ringtone playing]
Hey, babe.
NIA: Hey, I know it'’s-it's late over there.
Sorry.
[fake yawns] Yeah.
Everything okay?
Yeah, I'’m fine.
I just...
I just wanted to say I'’m sorry for the whole Terrence thing.
Well, don'’t worry about that, sweetheart.
No, it'’s-- relationships are about trust,
and I need you to trust me.
I do trust you. Seriously, everything'’s fine.
Okay.
I miss you.
How soon can you make it back?
To-to L.A.?
I'’m on the first thing smoking.
♪
Got a present for you.
-Who is that? -That'’s Ana Reyes.
She was working at the Hotel Camarillo
the night that Kalinda Walters was attacked.
You always know how to make me smile.
Yes, that'’s who I saw.
-Vanessa King. -If that'’s her name, yes,
but that'’s the woman I saw go into the room and fight.
What did she say to the victim?
She said,
"I see you again, bitch, I'’m-a kill you!"
In those exact words?
Yes, those exact words.
WOMAN: Hi, welcome to Wing-A-Ding. How can I help you?
Ah.
[scoffs] What'’s up, Jamal?
-Don'’t run from me. -Can'’t you just leave me alone?
[scoffs] I guess you giving me my answer, huh?
I don'’t know. What'’s the question?
You snatched that little girl up, didn'’t you?
-And don'’t lie to me. -What girl?
Oh, so you want to go back to jail?
Look, I don'’t know what you'’re talking about, man.
I'’m just minding my business here.
You can'’t be that stupid. What'’s the matter with you?
After all the shit you done done.
But this?
I shouldn'’t even be seen with you right now.
What was you gonna do? Kill her? Rape her?
Rob her? You went too far with this, Jamal.
Look, I can'’t believe you'’re coming at me right now,
with the Marques Kings of the world
taking what don'’t belong to 'em,
what other people worked for, sweated for.
My life is shit because of him,
so is yours.
I just... wish you could see that I'’m...
I'’m trying to help you.
I'’m a grown-ass man. I don'’t need nobody to help me,
and I definitely don'’t need you to help me.
That'’s funny coming from you, pool boy,
car washer, laundryman.
Man, get out of here, man.
Smell yourself, boy.
You'’ve been walking in Marques'’ shadow so long,
there'’s a darkness all around you.
I'’m just trying to show you the light, son.
Only thing you ever shown me,
is what not to do and who I don'’t want to be.
Yeah, well, go on, Kareem, you want to be a flunky,
be broke!
But I'’m-a get mine, Kareem.
I ain'’t never gonna stop.
Why don'’t you just... call her?
Well, I mean, the old number doesn'’t work,
and the last time we talked, we kind of got into a fight,
so I don'’t see her reaching out anytime soon.
[sighs] Well, that'’s helpful.
I mean, she'’s still working, right?
Someone has to be in touch with her.
Wait! Book an appointment.
-Wait. What, you want me to... -Yeah,
just book an appointment and request me.
Go get your computer, I'’ll show you.
Okay.
LAILA: Okay, so,
in that client box, just put a name, any name.
Just make up a guy'’s name?
Mm, she'’ll probably call to verify,
so just use a female'’s name.
You do girls, too?
-Freaky. -[typing]
What now?
All right, in the next box, just put my name.
No! Not my real name. GoldenGoddessLA.
[scoffs] What, is there a Golden Goddess Cleveland?
Detroit.
-[typing] -Okay.
Got it. What now?
Now, we just wait for her ass to call.
-[phone ringing] -BOTH: Damn!
That bitch is thirsty as hell.
Hello?
Hey. I got a possible for you.
You available tomorrow night?
Yeah, I am, but, hey, can we link up tonight?
We need to talk.
ROXANNE: Can'’t tonight. I'’m going to a fund-raiser.
But what'’s the problem?
Oh, not-not a problem, I'’ll meet you there.
[scoffs] Sorry, honey.
It'’s at the Adelaide Gallery.
You couldn'’t get in. It'’s really not your crowd.
But I'’d be happy to see you after your date.
Fo'’ sho'. Send me the details.
-I can'’t stand this bitch. -Wait, if she'’s turning girls,
how is she at the Adelaide Gallery?
That place is high-end.
Then I guess we'’re gonna need someone high-end to get us in.
♪ Got, got♪
♪ Higher, higher, higher that I go♪
♪ That I go♪
♪ They wanna come and snap me, man, I know♪
♪ Du-Du-Dude, you missed♪
♪ They wish they was just like me on the low♪
♪ On the low-low♪
♪ They hate me '’cause they ain'’t got no control♪
-♪ No control♪ -♪ '’Cause I go higher♪
♪ Higher, higher, higher than the sky, higher...♪
-I don'’t understand it. -What is there to understand?
It'’s confusing.
There goes Vanessa King and her friend, that blogger girl.
-♪ Higher♪ -♪ Higher...♪
-Who'’s that with her? -I don'’t know,
but I'’ve definitely seen her before.
-Oh, my God, it'’s the Golden Girl. -There she go.
The one that was with Marques.
-♪ Fly higher♪ -♪ Higher♪
♪ Higher, higher, higher...♪
Shh! Don'’t-don't let them see us.
I can'’t stop looking.
Stop looking.
Hey, boss!
So the date you booked for me, for tomorrow,
I don'’t think I'm gonna be able to make it.
-I started my period! -[chuckles nervously]
[woman gasps]
Come with me.
Hi...
I think she saw us.
-Oh, my God, Ginger, I told you not to look. -Oh, my God.
-She scares me so much. -Why?
What is this about?
It'’s about Susie Q. You know she'’s dead, right?
-Yeah, I heard. Terrible news. -[scoffs]
Terrible news? She went on a date and never came back!
-So who booked her? -And Kalinda Walters.
-What happened to her? -[scoffs]
-I don'’t talk about my clients. -Kalinda Walters?
-Murder victim, also your client. -Listen to me,
I don'’t know who you'’re talking about.
And who are you two anyway?
-Uh... -They'’re my friends.
Well...
I'’m gonna call security over here in about a second.
Oh, what they gonna do?
Well, we can call the police, too. How about that?
[gasps]
I do know who you are.
No, you don'’t.
Yes, I do. You'’re Vanessa King,
and maybe you'’re the one who should be telling me
what you know about Kalinda Walters.
-Killer. -Bitch, I'’ll beat your ass!
-You killed my friend! -Keep your voice down.
Why? You scared everyone'’s gonna know that you'’re a little pimp?
-Mm-hmm. -Yeah, I could tell them all about that.
Oh, yeah? And I can tell '’em
you'’re nothing more than a cheap whore.
Who you calling a ho?
MAN: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
[overlapping chatter]
NIA: I didn'’t even do nothing.
Get off me! Looking like... I didn'’t even do nothing.
LAILA: Don'’t touch me!
-Don'’t touch me. -NIA: Nasty-ass hors d'’oeuvres.
Cheap-ass place anyway.
You gonna tweet or are you gonna help me with this timeline?
You actually seen this GoldenGoddessLA social media?
Her body is ridiculous.
[chuckles]
Hey. Scroll up to the night Kalinda died.
I'’d break my thumb.
Just do it.
Hold on, hold on.
Uh...
What, i-it'’s a picture of a naked guy'’s ass in a bed.
Hotel room, African-American,
uh, "#ProBaller, guess who."
Marques King.
Well, I don'’t know what Marques King'’s ass looks like,
but this guy is very tall.
They were sleeping together.
Vanessa King said she was with her husband that night,
so if that'’s him...
Either they'’re doing three-ways,
or Vanessa King doesn'’t have an alibi.
Right.
It'’s not bad.
Not much, but it'’s not bad.
So, uh, where'’s this girl, then?
Yeah, right.
Right. Okay.
♪ We crazy in here, we crazy in here♪
♪ We crazy in here♪
♪ If I got a dollar for the crazy...♪
What'’s that little thing right there?
-Oh, this? -Yeah.
This is like GrayKey, but better.
Um, if Roxanne didn'’t update to the latest firmware,
it should let me in her phone.
Even if it'’s locked?
Yes, even if it'’s locked. I found an exploit.
They tried to patch it up two weeks ago,
but I think we'’ll get lucky.
[typing]
Where'’d you get that?
Huh?
-Where'’d you get that? -Oh, this... Um.
-[chuckles] I made it, actually. -[laughs] What?
Yeah, I made it, um... Well, well,
me and my, my-my friend in New York, uh, made it.
-LAILA: Hmm. -Uh, but, yeah.
S-So I made it, is the point.
Yeah, I didn'’t get it from anywhere.
-That'’s so cool. -Thank you.
Uh, I appreciate that.
Yeah, um... [clears throat]
So, GoldenGoddessLA.
That'’s, like, such a great name, like, it'’s really unique.
Like, how did you come up with that?
I don'’t know, it just came to me.
-It came to you? I-- I think it'’s very... -Yeah.
-I like it a lot. It'’s really dope. -Thank you. Thanks.
-[chuckles] -Yeah, it'’s really nice.
[both chuckle]
-Thank you. -Something spoke to you, and it was amazing.
[both laugh]
ERIC: Um...
[muttering]: Nice.
[clears throat] We'’re in! We're in.
-Hmm. -NIA: How we doing?
-Nothing. We ain'’t doing nothing. -What?
Huh? Oh, you talking about...
Nothing, this...
-It is nothing in here. -Oh.
I don'’t understand why there'’s nothing in here.
I don'’t know how or why, it'’s like she's--
there'’s no call history, there'’s no contacts.
I-It'’s like she deletes all the time. I don'’t understand.
She has to delete every time she makes a call.
-I don'’t know, that's weird. -NIA: Okay, so what do we do now?
[phone ringing]
-Oh, shit. -What'’s up?
-It'’s the cop. -Don'’t answer that.
No, I have to. What if it'’s about Susie?
[sighs]
Hello?
Ms. James, Detective Loomis. Got a photo here.
I was wondering if you could I.D. somebody for us.
Uh, s-sure, of course.
LOOMIS: Okay, good.
Texting it over to you right now.
[text alert whooshes]
-[sighs]: Oh, God. -LAILA: Uh, uh,
-could you just hold on a second? -Oh, my God.
You know what? I got a better idea.
Why don'’t you come down to the station today?
I'’ll get you a hard copy and you can I.D. him on the record.
Cool?
Yeah, sure.
-[table thuds] -Goddamn it, no. -Look, I'’m sorry.
I don'’t know how many more times I can tell you.
No, you don'’t get it. If you go I.D. him, they'’re gonna know
that he was with you the night of the murder
and not at home with me like he said.
NIA: Okay, okay, hold on.
Uh... we-we can, we can figure this out.
No, we can'’t. My alibi is blown.
Just tell me what you need me to do and I'’ll do it.
You kept hashtagging "ProBaller,"
but then we see this workout guy.
-So which one was it? -I don'’t remember.
You don'’t remember?
This man, this night?
No, I mean, I post all kinds of pictures.
I post a ton of pictures for fun.
I mean, there'’s all kinds of guys up and down my timeline.
You'’re seriously that big a ho?
[laughs softly] Yeah, you know what?
-I am. Now what? -LOOMIS: Laila.
I'’ve been cool with you, right?
I'’m trying to help find your friend.
Now you got to help me.
Come on, a woman'’s dead.
This is serious.
I don'’t know who that is.
Thank you for your time.
Yeah, no problem.
[door closes]
She'’s lying.
Well, here'’s something.
Deep Dive Daily? Been teasing the story.
They said it was a pro athlete, but they didn'’t run it.
So, y'’all went through all of that
and didn'’t get shit from her phone?
I cleared this whole space out for updates.
-Now the shit look all lopsided. -KRIS: Nia?
Uh...
can I help you?
KRIS: This gentleman has a search warrant.
He says that he'’s gonna need your-- all your...
Ma'’am, I need all of your notes and/or recordings
from the interview you conducted with Laila James.
I don'’t, uh, I don'’t have any notes.
I keep it all in my head.
Gonna have to take your laptop, then.
Because he'’s not taking mine.
So his dumb ass kidnapped Laila, so that I could...
pay him the money he thinks I owe him?
Look, man, I'’m sorry.
I didn'’t know what was going through his head...
No, no, it ain'’t your fault, it'’s just...
This shit make you think, don'’t it?
-About Kalinda? -Yeah.
Yeah. No.
[sighs] I don'’t think so.
-Think about it. If, if... -Well...
-If he capable of doing this... -Wait. Uh-huh.
...why wouldn'’t he be capable of doing something like...?
You all right?
-We'’re going to jail. -What you talking about?
The cops got ahold of an interview Nia did with Laila,
and it proves that you were with her that night,
which means I don'’t have an alibi.
-I'’m-a go ahead and head out... -Wait, how does that affect you?
Just '’cause I wasn't home, that doesn'’t mean you weren't.
Marques, I wasn'’t home either.
And the only other person that really knows where I was
is whoever jumped me the night I went inside Kareem'’s hotel room.
Oh, shit.
-What? -Jamal. It was goddamn Jamal.
Who'’s Jamal? Who's Jamal?
That'’s my AAU coach.
That'’s the dude who attacked you that night.
What, you never said anything?
Oh, yeah, I-I had a few words with the man.
She means to her.
Look, I don'’t want to be rude, Vanessa,
but you are not the easiest person to talk to.
MARQUES: Look, what you need to do,
you need to have Jamal talk to the cops
and say that he saw her that night.
I'’ll do it. I'll do it.
'’Cause I know you don'’t want to do it.
Kareem, please get out of my house.
[stammers]
LOOMIS: Vic'’s name is Kalinda Walters,
former dancer for the Golden Nuggets.
Now, prior to her death, she was involved
in an extramarital affair
with former Golden Nuggets player Marques King.
Phone records will show that the two of them
had multiple calls in the days leading up to her death.
We'’re providing a motive for his wife, Vanessa.
Now, Kalinda fell or was thrown
from a height of ten feet or more.
She hit her head on a blunt surface and died on impact.
Now, the Kings have a two-year-old child at home
and they both claim that they were at home
with their daughter the night of the murder.
But we'’ve confirmed that he was actually with another woman,
a Laila James, on that very night.
So give me the punch line.
I think Vanessa King found out that Kalinda
was pregnant with her husband'’s child and killed her.
Just like she said she would.
[Vanessa and Kalinda grunting on video]
VANESSA: I better, I better not see you again or I'’m gonna kill you!
Kind of blurry.
TRILLIN: We know it'’s her.
-It'’s her. -We have a witness.
So it seems you need a subpoena for Vanessa King'’s DNA.
Yeah. It'’s why we're here.
[page flips]
[exhales]
No one ever just wants to stop by and say hello.
A nice set.
They was my grandmama'’s.
Ah, your grandmama had money, too, huh?
She was blessed.
Must be nice.
[chuckles] My grandmama...
hmm...
lost both her legs to diabetes.
And she thought she was blessed.
[Jamal laughs]
That old bird was wrong.
That'’s a King thing.
Yeah.
Yeah, that'’s a King thing.
-[dominoes clack] -So you want me to stand
for you and your pretty little wife?
Yeah, that'’s right.
-I can do that. -[Kareem chuckles]
What'’d I tell you, man? I told you he got our back.
No sweat.
[laughs]
Just tell me what to say.
Just say the truth. Say you saw her that night.
JAMAL: Truth.
No, truth is complicated.
You willing to pay for that complication?
♪ I go for the OG...♪
What you asking for?
$300,000.
♪ Watchin'’Belly, full screen♪
♪ Yeah, I'’m a thug with a passion♪
♪ Go broke, hit the club with a mask on♪
♪ One coke, give it up or I'’m blastin' '’em♪
♪ Went from little shows to headlining♪
♪ At the Madison, yeah.♪
♪ I bet you'’re yearnin' for a piece to eat...♪
Yo, my intuition is fire right now.
-Fire. -Like that Roxanne chick,
uh, Kalinda, Susie Q.
-Mm-hmm. -Somehow they'’re all connected.
-Susie Q? Who'’s...? -Look, I never told anybody this,
but I'’ve always had this gift.
I can see things.
You can see things, babe?
[slurps] My grandmama used to say that
since I was a little kid.
-Grandmas be knowing. -Mm-hmm.
It'’s like... it's like when you see one color.
-Mm-hmm? -But then you see all the colors
that make up that color inside that color.
You feel me?
-You see all the colors. -Exactly.
You see all the colors in that color.
-You'’re smart. -Yes. Oh, you'’re a genius.
I am a genius.
Oh, my God, babe.
Oh, man, we'’ve been through a lot.
Yeah.
Not as much as them, thank God.
Yeah. I'’m so glad you're safe.
Thanks, babe.
-And not a murder suspect. -[both chuckle]
And not kidnapped or an escort.
-Or on crutches. -Definitely not on crutches.
-Uh-huh. -That'’s terrible.
Aw, your friends are crazy.
Yeah, babe. I love you.
I love you, too.
[knocking on door]
Who isit? Mm!
-Who is it? -[knocking on door]
-Shit. -Hold on.
Coming.
Sorry, but your phone was off.
-Man, come on. Nia, really? -Hey, Eric.
-Sorry, my man. -Uh, no, you'’re not.
What is it?
I got some bad news.
I heard some stuff at work about your girl.
Hey, uh, listen, I'’ll call you back.
Something just happened. Yeah, yeah.
-Well? -Subpoena time.
Vanessa King'’s DNA.
Let'’s bring her in.
-We got her. -Good man.
Yeah. I got a subpoena.
Vanessa King.
[dogs barking in distance]
Okay.
Is there, is there no other way?
[sighs]
Okay, I got it.
[sighs]
Okay, tomorrow at 2:00 p.m.
Bye.
What'’d she say?
They have a subpoena for a DNA sample,
and I'’m supposed to go in tomorrow at 2:00.
Where is the alibi?
I thought you found the guy
that attacked me that night?
I did, but he want money.
A-As soon as I pay him, that alibi is no good.
Oh, my...
But, babe, DNA, that'’s good. That-that, that frees people.
Are you kidding me, Marques?
We had a fight. My DNA is all over her.
They'’re trying to pin this on somebody,
and who better than Vanessa King?
[sighs]
Me?
What?
I'’ll turn myself in.
Man, that'’s only fair after everything I'’ve done.
You would do that for me?
What?
If I found out you were sleeping with somebody else...
I'’d kill him with my own bare hands.
[sighs] Well, it'’s a good thing you don'’t have to.
[sighs] I got this.
♪ Hey, pretty lady♪
♪ What you doin'’, baby?♪
♪ Nine-to-five drivin'’ you crazy♪
♪ Let'’s go pullin' up in the Mercedes♪
♪ How '’bout we take a trip to Cabo?♪
♪ Private jet, you go wherever I go♪
♪ Spendin'’ money like you won the lotto♪
♪ It ain'’t trickin' if you got it, that'’s the motto♪
♪ Show you something...♪
Putting your steps in?
Babe.
Checking every five seconds
is not gonna change anything.
I just don'’t want to miss a notification, okay?
I could tell you what I'’vebeen missing, though.
I know you did not just...
-Really? -What, babe? I...
It-- we didn'’t get a chance to finish...
This is serious, Eric. You don'’t know what it's like
to have someone you care about be in trouble,
and you not being able to do nothing about it.
Oh, I don'’t know?
[indistinct chatter and laughter on TV]
[knocking on door]
[turns off TV]
[sighs]
Thank God, I am so freaking starving.
Hey... [screams]
-Wait, please. -Help me, please!
[screams]
-Help me, please! -Wait, please stop.
-I'’m not going to hurt you. -Get out!
-I am not going to hurt you! -What are you doing here?
-I'’m sorry. -Get out!
I just want to give my condolences for your friend.
Sorry is not gonna cut it, okay?
I know.
What happened?
They were on a boat to Catalina.
She jumped off the boat to escape and she was never found.
Atebe jumped in after her and he drowned.
Just get out! Just get out!
[sobbing]: Please just get out!
It'’s going to be okay.
[sobbing]
It'’s going to be okay.
You'’re going to be safe.
I will make sure you are safe.
[crying]
[line ringing]
[doorbell rings]
Marques King.
-Yeah. -We'’re looking for Vanessa. Is she here?
Nope.
Where is she, sir?
I don'’t know.
Next onGames People Play...
Oh, my God. Are you watching this?
-I'’m about to lose my girl, MJ. -I lied to you, Nia.
I don'’t just want to be friends with you. I want you.
I just want to see my wife.
She'’s in a safe place.
And where is that?
The last place anyone would look.
If you can get eyes on Vanessa King,
could be a promotion in it for you.
'’Reem, you don't have to do this!
I think it'’s best that I move on.
You trying to break out right now?
KAREEM: We can'’t do nothing as long as Jamal
is in my life.
[siren chirps]
[indistinct radio transmission]
We know that you'’re in there!