- "Discreetly designed." - [Fatima] She's perfect.
Why would I fuck this when I could fuck that?
Previously onZatima...
[Zac] It's my brother.
[Zac] I told him I would go see my mama tonight.
You know, I know you got a lot of money.
I don't know about a lot.
[Gladys] I need some groceries.
I got it.
[Gladys] You're on me like the damn police.
Damn!
Today she left me again. Gave her $100.
And snuck out the back door.
[phone ringing]
Hey.
Hey, girl, where you at?
Yeah, I'm just waiting on Zac to come down.
Mm, okay, well, I'm here.
[Fatima] Where?
At the parking garage at work.
Why are you there?
'Cause I'm waiting on him to bring that tire back.
- Well, has he? - [Angela] No, not yet.
Well, hopefully, he didn't steal it.
Girl, he didn't.
Okay, well, when you see him, ask him how much I owe him.
Um, Fatima, you need to get here.
What are you saying, Angela?
You need to keep your options open.
Angela, I am engaged. Will you stop?
My mama always said...
Girl, your mama ain't never said nothing wise.
Okay. You right.
All right, I'll see you at the office.
[Angela] Wait, wait, wait.
Is Zac dropping you off?
Yeah, but he's moving a little slow this morning.
He had a rough night. I'll tell you about it.
Okay, I know you will.
All right, I'll see you later, girl.
Okay, bye.
[Fatima] Hey.
What's up?
You all dressed up.
Yeah. Sorry I'm late.
- No, you good. - Ready to go?
You okay?
Yeah, I'm good.
Okay.
I just want you to know that...
I know. You got me.
Yeah.
Come hell or high water,
[Fatima] I got you, baby.
I love you. I really do, Zac.
I love you too.
- Come on, get you to work. - Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh.
I'm going to tell you that as much as I have to,
so that you never have to doubt it, all right?
I know.
I know you do.
Come on.
[music]
♪ Love aint perfect
♪ But we still work it
♪ Ain't gonna be what we see on TV ♪
♪ But it's damn sure worth it Uh-huh ♪
♪ Love ain't perfect
♪ But we still work it
♪ Don't gotta be what we see on IG ♪
♪ 'Cause we still worth it Uh-huh ♪
♪ Yeah yeah
Do-do-do-do-do-do-doo ♪
♪ We still work it
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You see this shit?
- Now she got a neck brace on. - [Deja] Hey!
Can you help me?
- Help you? - In the car.
- [Zac] No, get in the car. - Not you.
- [Fatima] Girl... - Go get in the car.
[Deja] Do you see this? Look at me.
You are the reason that I'm like this.
- Really? - No, no...
You better be glad that's all I did.
- No, no. - Are you still threatening me?
- You better know it. - Stop. I need to...
So you not even gonna help me?
No, he's not.
[Fatima] The girl better be glad she breathing.
- Are you serious, Fatima? - Yes, I am.
[Zac] What if she really hurt, though?
Look at her.
You know what? Here, hold this. I'm gonna go help her.
[Deja] Are you not even gonna help me?
- I'm gonna help you. - No, no, no!
- I don't want your help! - I got it. Too late.
- [Zac] No, no, no! - I don't...
Oh, my God.
No, I don't want your help!
[Fatima] This shit. Give me this shit.
- Don't throw the... - [Deja] No! Zac? The lettuce.
I'll help you.
[Deja] No! No! No...
Girl, you breaking my damn wine!
- [Fatima] Oh, well. - [Zac] Why would you do that?
Zac, did you see this shit?
No, I didn't. What happened?
Who the hell be cleaning up?
You asking too much. Ain't nobody cleaning that up.
[Fatima] I've warned you.
What the hell?
Your lettuce. Here's your...
- Don't kick the... - --damn lettuce!
Zac, let's go. Put that shit down.
She was trying to give me head of lettuce.
You got my tampons covered in wine!
That's all right, girl.
Them tampons will suck up that wine.
- Get in the car. Get in the car. - You should open the damn door.
Act like you know.
- [Deja moaning] - Shit.
[car honking]
[Zac] Here, come on, come on.
[car honking]
[Zac] Come on, come on. Get in the car.
Why you blowing the horn? It's a residential neighborhood!
Get in this car.
- Damn. - Sick of her shit.
Trying to give you some head.
[Zac] Why you got to do that to that girl?
[Zac] Who is this?
Oh, babe, that's the contractor I was telling you about.
He don't got no shirt?
Zac, stop it.
What you talking about, "Zac, stop it"?
This ain't the fucking jungle.
Zac, he's just trying to help.
Do you know how hot it is?
You should've seen how sweaty I was
trying to change the damn tire.
Oh, so he saw you sweaty, huh?
I know what he trying to help himself to.
Really, Zac?
I got something for his ass, though.
You... Zac, stop it.
Hey.
- [Fatima] Hey. - [Angela] Hey, Zac.
What's up, Angela?
This is Paul.
Hey, what's up, man?
You tell me.
Okay. Well, just fixing the tire
for this beautiful young lady here.
Hey, hey. Whoa, whoa.
Chill on all the compliments.
This is my fiancée.
[Paul] Okay. My bad.
- I didn't mean nothing by it. - [Zac] Mm-hm.
But you a lucky man.
I know.
[Paul] Okay, well, there's no need for the hostility.
I'm not hostile. This is not me hostile.
Trust me, I'm just hot, but I'm not hostile.
Okay? Right, baby?
- Yeah, babe, yeah. - [Zac] Mm-hm.
Okay, well, Fatima, your tire's all fixed, so...
Thank you so much. How much do I owe you?
Oh, nothing.
No, no, no, what you mean "nothing"?
You ain't gonna be walking around,
just doing stuff for her willy-nilly.
She gonna pay you.
Yeah, I got it.
I got it.
How much?
Honestly, Fatima, it's my pleasure.
- Just doing it for you. - Hey.
You ain't gonna be pleasuring nobody.
Matter of fact, we gonna pay you.
What I got in here?
- [Fatima] Oh, my God. - [Zac] I got here,
one, two, three, four, five, six, seven dollars.
Seven dollars, seven dollars. There you go.
- [Fatima] Really, Zac? - You good, you good now.
All right?
Zac... Paul, I am so sorry. Thank you.
What you sorry for. That's $7.
He can get about two, three shirts.
'Cause I used to wear them flannel shirts
when I was doing construction.
- [Fatima] I know. - Yeah, okay.
Back in my smaller days, you know?
- I'm big now, you know? - Really?
- Yeah. Really. - [Paul] All right.
- [Paul] Okay. - Thank you.
- All right. - [Zac] All right.
- Don't eyeball me, light-skin. - Paul, sorry.
Zac, what the hell?
What?
Man, fuck that nigga.
Wow.
Okay, I'm gonna go head into the office.
- See you later, and call me. - All right.
Bye, Zac.
Bye, Angela.
What the hell, Zac?
What? What, that?
Yeah, Zac, don't act like you do that all the time.
What was that?
I mean, that's no different
than what you do with Deja every time.
Wow, okay.
He probably the nigga that flattened your tire.
- Really? You taking it there? - Yes, really.
It is what it is.
- You know what? - Look, I gotta go, all right?
So now you mad at me? Why?
I'm not mad, at all. I'm not mad.
Zac, we were just happy at home. What is going on with you?
I'm happy. Look at my face.
- You are not, something's wrong. - I'm happy.
I'm good. Trust me, I'm good.
All right? I just got to go to work.
[Fatima] Fine.
You just going with no kiss? That's what we doing?
Yes.
You just gonna leave the money there?
[Zac] Seven dollars, you want it?
Don't try me, nigga.
You know that ain't enough.
[Zac] Seven dollars, nigga.
My $7.
[elevator dings]
- Girl, what the hell? - Girl...
I know.
That man is jealous as shit.
Angela, I have never seen Zac like this before.
- Mm-hm. - I'm telling you that's not Zac.
Well, then, why the hell is he acting like that?
I don't know. He went to see his mom last night,
and he's been in a foul mood ever since.
Damn.
I know. Shit.
Well, Fatima, this is what I mean
about keeping your options open.
I hear you, girl...
But do you?
Yes, but I'm telling you that is not Zac.
No, what that was was some bullshit.
I know that. I don't need you to remind me.
Okay, well, I'm gonna go upstairs then.
- All right. You too. - [Angela] Have a good day.
You might want to deal with that first.
- Hey, Bryce. - Hey, Fatima.
- I'll see you later. - Mm, bye.
Hi.
- You're avoiding me. - Bryce...
[Bryce] Wanna tell me what's going on?
I just need some space, okay?
What? Why?
What do you mean "Why"?
'Cause we're moving too fast, okay?
Okay.
Right, okay, I'm gonna go upstairs.
Angela, hold on, hold on.
I came over here to see you. I wanna talk to you.
Bryce, I gotta get to work, so...
Your work doesn't start for an hour, right?
Um, maybe they need me there early.
Okay, hold on a second.
Can you just tell me what it is, please?
Can we do this maybe later?
Yeah, sure. Do you want to call me after work?
Sure. Whatever.
Okay, 'cause if you don't call me,
I'm gonna come to your house, okay?
I said I'll call you, Bryce, okay?
Okay. Call me. Thank you.
- All right. Mm-mm. Bye, okay. - Yeah.
I'll talk to you later, okay?
Uh, yeah. Okay.
It's like he don't have no sense of what's going on.
- At all. - He just be just wildin'.
- [Tony] Yeah, that's... - [Nathan] Hey!
- Shit. What y'all doing here? - What's up?
Yo, what up, man?
You know, we had to come check up on you, bruh.
Why?
We heard you saw your mom last night, bro.
- [Tony] Mm-hm. - How you heard?
You know Jeremiah tells me everything about you.
Always running his mouth.
Yo, you good, bruh?
Yeah, I'm good. I'm good.
- Cool. We can go. - All right.
- No, no, we can't go, bruh. - Why?
Because we got to make sure the homie's good,
- make sure he's straight, bruh. - Yeah, nigga got an attitude.
Told y'all I'm good.
Like, I don't know why y'all keep looking at me like I'm not.
I don't look good?
You look good. Look like shmoney.
- Thank you. - Here, what about here?
- But how you feel though, man? - I'm fine. Okay?
Y'all can leave.
No, bruh, look, we gotta make sure you good,
and this place, nigga, this shit is nice.
You came up, bruh.
You got the nice chairs and shit.
It's temporary.
- It is? - [Zac] Yes.
What, it's not working out with you and ole boy?
Hell, no. Not at all.
[Bryce] Oh, it's the boys!
Oh, my gosh.
- Stop. Stop. - [Bryce] Come on, Big T.
Hey, hey, there we go. Yeah, it's us.
Everybody doing good, right?
What's up, what's up, we hooping this week?
Nobody's hooping. No balls this week.
No balls playing with this week. Baby, nope.
Okay, well, how you guys been?
- What's up, man? - Man, we just chillin', man.
Yeah, we good, bro, you know.
Good. Good, good.
That's great.
You got busin... Speaking of business, right,
the property on Peachtree,
you's gonna go look at that, remember?
- The Peachtree property. - Oh, yeah, yeah.
- Yeah, yeah. - [Zac] Yeah.
- Yeah, okay, cool, um... - [Zac] Yeah.
- Don't want to lose it. - Yeah, you got it...
Fellas, thanks for stop, stop...
Yeah. Uh-huh. The Peachtree.
- Bow, property. - It was good to...
Good to see you guys in the office, man.
- All right. - Good to see you too, Bryce.
What the hell was that?
Trust me, I'm saving you.
Saving me? Okay, so I can see you in a bad mood.
So what she do?
- Why you always gotta go there? - No, no, no.
Look at him, man, look at how he be acting with us, all right?
I know she did something. What she do?
The same thing Lori does.
Oh, damn, we got a monster.
She as bad as Lori?
No. You as bad as Lori.
That's why I'm going to my office
and y'all getting the fuck up out of here.
- Come on. - Take him.
Shit, why you be tripping, bro?
You always getting upset.
- Look. All right. - Unbutton your suit.
All right, look, just go on.
I'ma talk to him, all right?
- He needs... - Why?
What you mean?
Yo, Nate, just go to the car
and I'ma meet you there in a second, all right?
Yo, y'all about to have a meeting,
I should be in there first, that's my boy too.
Yeah, but you the boy that's always talking shit
and hates his girl.
Right? Just go, bruh!
Oh. No, no, no. You a fan of her now?
My bad. I didn't get the memo.
You might wanna discuss that with me next time.
Now y'all buddy-buddy and shit. Okay. Cool.
Can you just go?
You know what? You got an attitude.
He got an attitude.
I'ma leave 'cause I don't need this.
Make me trip. Fancy-ass office and shit.
Ooh. Oh, you got an office-office, boy.
- I said leave. - Look, look...
That meant you too.
Bruh, I'ma just say this and then I'm gone.
What?
Look, bro, I know you got a lot going on.
If you need somebody to talk to, I'm here.
I know. I got you.
Facts.
Bro, are you good?
Y'all keep asking me if I'm good.
Don't I look good?
No, you don't seem good, bruh.
Look, I know when you see your mom and your brother,
they send you there, man.
And you have every right to be mad as hell.
Shit. I remember the shit they did to you.
Please, please, please.
I mean, bringing up all that jail shit, bruh.
I...
They always bringing up the jail shit,
like he wasn't doing the same thing.
Yeah, I know, man.
But, shit, bruh.
Look at your life now, man. Look at this.
You got these nice-ass plush pillows,
the big-ass office.
Tony, I feel like I owe them.
Bruh, you don't owe anybody anything.
I hear you. I hear you.
- But that is my mother. - [Tony] Yeah.
But I remember all the shit that she did to you.
[Tony] It was a lot, bro.
Please don't remind me, please.
All right, well, look, bro, we your boys.
If you need us, we here for you, all right?
I know.
[Tony] And lighten up on ole boy...
Hey, you do not know anything about that, trust me.
Hold up. What, what happened?
Tony, Tony, Tony...
Oh, all right, all right, all right.
- I don't wanna talk about it. - [Tony] I got you.
I'll get up out of here before you kick me out again.
But just know this.
If you need me, I got you, all right?
I know.
- We locked in for life, right? - Yes.
I know, I know.
My man.
I appreciate you.
- Love you, bro. - I love you too, man.
You want this door shut?
- Just leave it. I need air. - All right.
Yes, yes, I'm...
I'm sorry, there's construction going on upstairs.
Yes. All right. Thank you.
Oh, my God. This is driving me crazy.
[telephone ringing]
Andi Barnes' office.
Yes. Okay.
All right.
- Dion. We need four... - Hey.
- There's four of them.
Hey! Hey.
I'm sorry, but my boss is on a conference call.
They're complaining about the noise.
Hold on one sec, hold on.
You going to be up here, you gotta wear one of these.
What?
If you're gonna be up here, you need to wear one of these.
And mess up this hair? Yeah. No.
I'm good. Is that even clean?
Look, I'm sorry, but my boss is complaining.
Can you guys just keep it down a little bit?
All right, I'll come down and talk to him
when I finish this last side right here.
- "Her." - [Paul] Oh.
- I'm sorry. Okay. - [Fatima] Mm-hm. Yes.
- That'll be "her," okay? - [Paul] All right.
Thank you.
Hey, you know what? Actually, I'm gonna come with you now.
Okay.
[elevator dings]
Look, um, I'm sorry.
No, I'm the one who should be sorry.
No, I'm talking about earlier with the tire.
Oh, yeah, no, that's nothing.
[metallic thudding]
You're kidding, right?
Shit.
Come back, Dan.
[Dan] Damn.
Please tell me you did not cut the power.
[Dan] Wasn't me. One of these idiots hit a line.
I'm in the elevator.
[Dan] I'm sorry, boss. We're getting right on it.
All right, well, get it fixed quick, all right?
I'm in here with a nervous young lady.
[Dan] We're on it, sir.
I'm not nervous.
Yeah, well, good
'cause I might be.
Why you nervous? Should I be?
No, no, we're fine. Everything's good.
It's just some stuff from, you know, my combat days.
I get a little weirded out in small, closed spaces.
You in the wrong business. Combat?
Yeah. Middle East.
You all right?
Yeah, I'm good.
And are you even old enough to fight?
I didn't say Vietnam. I was 18 when I enlisted.
Okay, well, thank you for your service.
You know, I always find it strange when people say that
because I feel like nobody really means it.
Well, I do.
- Oh, okay. - [Fatima] Yeah.
My father was in the Army.
- Wait, really? - Mm-hm. He's retired now.
Oh, nice.
Uh, yeah.
Um, I heard that one call you the boss.
So you running things around here?
Well, I hope so. It's my company.
Oh. How long you been doing that?
Well, my father, he owned it first,
so I kind of just took over,
but I'd been working with him for years,
so I knew the ins and outs.
Nice.
Yeah, well, it's nice when it's nice
and when it's not, well, let's just say
if I don't finish this job soon,
I'm probably gonna need that money
your boyfriend threw in my face.
Yeah. Um, he's usually not like that.
Well...
He's not. He's just been really stressed out.
And I'm really sorry.
It's okay.
You know, he's actually in construction too.
You'd really like him.
I highly doubt it.
I know you would.
No.
Any man who would be that disrespectful
- in front of you isn't... - He's not disrespectful.
Your dad was military
and you don't know that he's disrespectful?
Okay, look, you don't...
Oh, you know, honestly, I'm sorry.
I shouldn't even have said that.
It's just you're defending him, you know, rightfully so,
and I'm just, I was speaking my mind,
but that's not my place. I'm sorry.
It's cool.
All right.
Shit. Oh, God. I don't have my phone on me.
Can you ask him how much longer this is gonna take?
Dan, how long?
[Dan] We're on it, sir. We're going as fast as we can.
Copy that.
- What? - Hey. Zac, um...
What is it?
Okay, I can see you're still in a mood.
- [Bryce] I'll just come back... - No, come on, what is it?
Okay, um, I was wondering
if you told Fatima about what happened.
Yes, of course I did.
Okay.
What?
Well, damn, that's why Angela's been acting so weird and...
Well, can you blame her?
Gosh, man.
What did you say to her, exactly?
What are you sitting down for? I...
I told her what happened.
Okay, but what did you say
specifically to her about what happened?
I specifically said that you tried to kiss me.
But there's so much more to the story, Zac.
Not on my end.
I just wish I got the chance to tell her myself.
This is so...
You still do. Go tell her. Like...
No, because it's tainted now, because you told her.
I told her my truth.
Is this it, Zac? Is this how you are now?
What?
You used to be this great guy, man.
And you just turned into this asshole.
- I'm an asshole? Me? - [Bryce] Yeah.
It was just a kiss, man.
You're acting like I murdered your mother.
What the fuck you just say to me?
I, um... I...
Okay, Zac, I didn't... I...
I didn't... I don't know...
Say that shit again,
and I'll break your fucking face.
I'm sorry, man.
Don't you ever say shit about my mother.
Shit.
Your feet hurt?
You try standing in these heels all day.
You should sit down.
I'm not sitting on this floor.
Oh, you know what? Here, you can take my jacket.
- I'm good. - No, take it, for real.
I'll stand. I'm fine.
Yeah, you know, this thing is probably filthy anyway.
You said it.
I hope I don't smell.
- [Paul] I don't smell, do I? - No, you don't smell.
Okay, good.
Hey, are you dating,
married, straight?
Uh, no.
No. And, yes.
Okay, great. So what'd you think of my friend?
Your friend who?
From the garage. Angela.
Oh, Angela.
[Fatima] Yeah.
Eh, she's, she's nice.
Mm. Not your type?
[chuckling] No, sorry.
Uh, she's a really great girl.
I know. I'm sure she is.
It's just that, um, well,
I'm attracted to a certain type of woman.
- Mm. - [Paul] Yeah, see, it's, like,
my two exes, they look like they came from the same family.
Oh, okay, so you got a type and what do they look like?
You.
I see.
You are a stunning woman.
- Thanks. - Yeah.
That bad dude's lucky.
He's not a bad dude.
Yeah, okay. Well, he's a lucky dude.
Mm-hm. Thank you.
I hope he knows it.
No, he definitely knows it.
Are you sure about that?
He does.
Okay.
Why you say it like that?
I don't know. I mean, I just...
I know his type. I've seen it, you know.
Misplaced anger. He don't appreciate nothing,
he's just mad at the world.
That's not him, no.
Oh. Right. That was just him today.
Right. Just today, like, seriously.
So how long y'all been dating?
Um, about a year now.
Are you happy?
Very.
All right, well, I guess that's all that matters, right?
That's right.
[Paul] You know, if I had a chance,
I would do all that I can to make you happy.
Yeah, well, that chance will never happen,
um, but if you want to talk to my girl,
- I can definitely... - I don't want to talk to nobody
but you.
Can we just be friends at least?
Yeah, no.
Damn. Is he that jealous?
No, you don't want to be my friend.
- Oh, no? - [Fatima] No.
Then what do I want to be?
Don't act like you don't know.
All right, well, I tell you what, friend,
let me at least give you this number, all right?
What number?
He's a good friend of mine, all right?
He's a brilliant dude. He's an amazing therapist.
He does these retreats for the guys, you know.
It really helped me out.
Thanks, but he's fine.
He doesn't have to know it came from me.
I just don't think that's a good idea.
All right, well, I'll tell you what,
let me just at least give you his information.
You know, you can look him up later.
Just have it on deck, just in case.
All right, well, what's his name?
His name's Dr. Jackson Reid.
All right, and he does these workshops
called The Healthy Black Man.
I'm serious. Look him up.
I will.
You gonna remember that?
Yes, I'll remember.
All right, good.
[elevator banging]
Oh, my God.
Shit.
Oh, my God.
What the fuck?
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