Every time you talk about this child, it's a boy.
[Fatima] Previously on Zatima .
This is just first of six,
so at least one of them will be a girl.
What? Uh-uh.
I'm Detective Thompson,
and this is about the murder of Davante Clark.
Are you sure you didn't say anything?
I didn't say a peep.
[Belinda] Someone broke in my salon.
They stole the cash register, the safe.
Can y'all just get here?
[Bryce] How did it feel when I went down on one knee?
Good, I guess.
-[Zac] Bitch! I'm sorry. -What's wrong?
[Zac] I thought I saw Leslie. Just get here.
Zac's saying get to the venue now.
-Zac? -What? Oh, my bad.
-Uh, Angela, how is she? -She's fine.
She's getting dressed, but she knows something's wrong.
What's going on?
I'm not sure, but I'm pretty positive I seen Leslie.
-What? Shit. -Yes.
Well, you need to make sure.
I spoke to Henry. He's checking in with his people right now.
So you really think she got out and she's here?
I don't know. She can't be, right?
-She can't be. -Well, you need to make sure.
Oh, if she in here right now, yeah.
Zac.
Yeah. So I'm going to pray for her sake that she's not.
Well, you got to do what you got to do.
Yep.
But you're not sure she's here, right?
No, no, no, I'm not sure.
Then maybe try to enjoy your baby shower just a little bit?
All right, all right. Yes, yes. I will. I will. I promise.
All right. I'm going to go check on Fatima.
OK. Thanks.
-Zac? -Yeah? Oh, hey.
Everything is just so beautiful.
-Thanks. Thanks. -And the open bar? Nice touch.
Yeah, it cost a grip.
-Yeah, but it says "class". -[Zac] Yeah.
You did a wonderful job planning all of this.
I had some help.
You all right? You're looking fidgety.
No. I'm just, I want to make sure everything's perfect.
-Where's Fatima? -She's in the back.
She's in the back over there. She's getting dressed.
-OK. -Everything's good.
-[Mona] OK. -Yep.
Later, Mom.
Hey! Hey. Come here. Hey, come, come, come.
Hey, man!
-We're here. -Focus!
-[Tony] What's wrong with you? -Focus!
I'm here.
Have you seen her?
No, man. We don't see her. You sure you seen her?
I swear I saw her.
Maybe you saw somebody that looked like her.
-Maybe. -I mean, even if she got out,
that don't mean that she's here, though, right?
I don't know. Shit!
Hey, you know what? We still going to be security.
-Mm-hmm. -Oh, that's what y'all doing?
Yeah. Nate said you needed us posted up so we could,
you know, be security detail.
I never... I never said that. You remedial.
What I said was if she gets out,
we're going to have to hire a security detail.
You did say that.
[Zac] What the fuck y'all going to do?
-We held her down last time. -Hey! Shh! Why you being loud?
What?
I ain't tell nobody that she here.
Oh.
I don't need Fatima all panicked and worried.
I need her to relax. So we going to relax. Relax.
-Loosen up. -Relax.
[laughter]
-The godfathers. -Hey, what's going on?
[Zac] So what I need y'all to do is smile.
You know what I'm saying? Look around.
If you see the little crazy bitch,
you let me know, we jump on her ass.
But stop walking around like Secret Service.
Hey, man. There's some talent in here.
-Hey! Focus! -OK.
We're going to sweep the perimeter, all right?
No, don't sweep no perimeter. Just focus.
-And smile, please! -We got you.
Yes. Hey. What's up, Pop? What's up?
Hey, look. I talked to my guys, right?
[Zac] OK.
What's up? What's up? What's wrong? What's wrong?
She didn't post bail, Zac.
OK. That's good.
No, no. It's worse. She escaped.
-What? -I don't know. I don't know.
What the fuck?
* Love ain't perfect *
* But we still workin' *
* May not be what we see on TV *
* But it's damn sure worth it Uh-huh *
* Love ain't perfect *
* But we still workin' *
* Don't gotta be what we see on IG *
* 'Cause we still worth it Uh-huh *
* Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah *
* Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do We still workin' *
-Hey. I'm cold. -Ain't no thermostat for you.
You get in that cell, you get under that blanket.
Or you can give me something else to keep me warm.
I heard about you. The rumor's true?
I'll be back to get you later.
I'll be waiting.
[Leslie moans]
Yes, baby. Oh, I love it so much.
-Mm-hmm. Hell yeah. -Yeah.
-I like it. -Mm-hmm. You like that?
Yeah. Take me home with you.
-What? -Take me home with you.
Bitch, I can't do that. I'll lose my job.
-I didn't know you was a pussy. -I'm not no pussy.
OK. Well, then take me home, baby.
-I'll make it worth it. -Oh, yeah?
-Yeah. -Show me then.
OK. Just be nice.
[Officer Raycor moans]
[Leslie] Hey, somebody!
-Hey. What's going on? -I can't... I can't...
[Guard] What's wrong with her?
[Officer Raycor] She said she can't breathe.
Hey! Stop the bull!
No, man. I think she can't breathe.
[Guard] These bitches be lying.
Go get help, man! She really can't breathe!
[Leslie coughs]
-Shit. I'll get medical. -Go!
Get up.
[slow, somber music]
We good, baby?
[screams hysterically]
You want my fucking life? Huh? Huh?
Stupid bitch. You want every fucking thing!
Every fucking thing! Every fucking thing!
You don't deserve this. You don't fucking deserve it!
You don't! You don't, fucking Fatima!
[continues screaming]
You fucking hurt me, Fatima. Fuck!
[sniffles]
* Hush little baby Don't say a word *
[suspenseful synthesizer music]
Hey, friend!
Hey! I ain't see you in a minute.
I know, girl. I've been away.
You look like you getting ready to pop.
Well, I hope not. I still ain't had my baby shower yet.
It must be baby shower season.
Girl, my friend and her man having theirs this weekend.
Is it really? Well, what venue did they get?
Because me and my man been looking,
but everything's been booked.
Well, you know what? They actually are using her law firm.
Oh, that's real cool.
Yeah. I think because she works there, they let her use it.
But either way, it's a blessing because you know venues
-be hot as hell these days. -Girl, I wouldn't even care.
-This is my first baby. -Oh, it is?
Yes, girl. I just want the best, you know?
Aww.
-[sighs] -But...
You know what? Maybe I can give your information
to my girl and her man because I'm sure they were
looking at other venues before they found this one.
And that way they could just send you.--
You don't have to do that, girl. I can handle it.
Trust me, venues and planning for baby showers and all that
is kind of hard and they don't know me,
so I don't want to bother them.
All right, girl. Well, come on. Let's get you done up.
OK. It's good seeing you.
It's good to see you, too. Your hair still look good.
[Leslie] Thank you!
Excuse me?
Do you mind helping me get some stuff out of my car?
I obviously can't carry as much as I used to.
-Well, sure. Yes, ma'am. -Thank you. Oh, no.
I'm in the alley out back, so we got to take the elevator down.
I didn't know that there was an alley out back.
Oh, yeah. Just us employees know about it.
It's actually closer to the parking garage.
Oh, I guess. OK. Lead the way.
OK. What did you say your name was?
Jessica.
Jessica. Nice to meet you. I'm Ms. Taylor.
Nice to meet you and congratulations.
-[Leslie] Thank you so much! -Do you know the mother to be?
I do very well, girl.
It's almost like we're the same person.
-Oh, cool. -[Leslie] Come on. Let's go.
[ominous, dark music]
-Oh! I am so sorry. -[Leslie] It's fine.
[Mona] Let me help you.
No, it's fine, ma'am. I got it.
Have you seen the guest of honor?
I haven't, but the bathroom is that way.
Oh. I think I hear her down there. Thank you.
[Leslie] OK. Have a good one.
Speech! Speech!
Um, thank you, everybody, for coming to celebrate Baby Taylor.
I want to thank all of you, friends and family.
Even people we can't really tolerate are all here.
[laughter]
[Zac] But we wouldn't have it any other way.
Baby Taylor is going to be blessed
because we have a village here,
and that's the theme for this baby shower,
is "It takes a village."
I thought it was "Coming to America"
with all this jungle and safari stuff.
I thought I saw The Lion King in here.
[Zac] That's very funny, Henry.
That's my father-in-law to be, y'all.
[laughter]
And I'm going to need all of y'all to make some noise
because my baby's about to come out that room in a little bit.
-So are y'all ready? -[everyone] Yes!
-I said, are y'all ready? -[louder] Yes!
I'm going to go get her. I'm going to go get her.
[cheers and applause]
Y'all heard the man.
Girl, I can hear the people. Can we take this blindfold off?
Fatima, would you calm down?
-Don't tell me to calm down. -You're right.
[door creaks open] Oh, baby.
[door creaks shut] Zac...
You look like an angel.
-Thank you. -You ready to see the people?
Zac, how big is this place and how many people did you invite?
Hey, hey. Don't you worry about that.
You just get ready to walk. You look nervous.
You ready to go? Come on. We about to walk.
-Why can't you just... -Hey, hey, shh.
OK.
-[Angela] Uh-oh. -[Fatima] OK, he's got it.
[pleasant instrumental music]
Hold still, now. Hold still. Right here. You ready?
-Yeah. -Ready?
I'm ready.
[group yells "Congratulations!"]
[cheers and applause]
Zac, who are these people?
It's my family, man.
Hey, Unc!
How you doing? I haven't seen him in years.
You wasn't supposed to see him today.
I ain't invite that nigga.
Have a seat. Have a seat. Have a seat.
-Thank you. -Yes.
So, what you think?
It's too much. I did too much?
You did a lot, babe. You did the most of it.
You don't like it?
Zac, I love it.
Hello, everyone. Can I get your attention? All right.
The buffet line is now open. Women and children first. OK?
But don't get too full, because we have some games coming up.
I want to see those clothespins.
If you say B-A-B-Y, I'm taking yours. OK?
I always win these. All right, y'all.
Let's have some fun, don't be shy,
and let's hit the dance floor.
[cheers]
-Play the jig! -OK, I got you.
[laughter]
I know, I know. Hey Momma.
Come and take a picture with the aunties.
-Come on. -Thank you.
-Is that Aunt Claire? -Yes.
How did y'all get her out the house?
You know it's hard to get her out.
[tense music] [indistinct chatter]
Come here, baby. Baby's got you waddling slow.
[Bryce] I'm so impressed.
So wait. Hold on. What's the game with the pins?
It's a classic shower game.
You collect pins, and then you can win prizes.
Cool. Cool.
Would you want a baby shower this big?
Or something more, you know, low key?
Bryce, you are thinking way too far ahead. OK?
Yes. Yes!
OK. Why are you so happy?
Because you said I'm thinking too far ahead,
-which implies a possibility. -Boy, bye.
[Bryce] Because before, you would have been like,
[imitating Angela] "Boy, I don't want no baby!"
OK, stop. Don't you ever mock me like that again.
-I will hurt you. -What?
Angela? Angela, it's just a joke!
[R&B music plays over speakers]
[clears throat]
[clears throat loudly]
-Nigga, you ain't gonna speak? -Hey Belinda, how you doing?
You know what?
That's all you had to say. Ask me how I was doing.
Rude ass. How your ex-wife doing?
Hey, Ronda! How you doing? What's going on with you, girl?
This nigga think that [indistinct], OK.
Hey.
Thank you.
Hey.
[swelling, mysterious music]
You good?
[music continues]
Baby, you all right?
I think... I think I...
I think I saw somebody I know.
[Mona] Come on. One more picture.
Oh, hey.
That's nasty.
[R&B music plays on speakers]
Who is she?
Was that Leslie?
Damn, Belinda! Watch where you're going.
I'm sorry. I could have sworn I just seen one of my clients.
This weird-ass girl. Her name is Leslie.
-She look just like Fatima. -What? You saw her here?
Yeah, she went in there.
-She went in here? -Yes!
-Are you sure you saw her? -What's wrong?
That bitch is trying to kill Fatima.
[suspenseful instrumental music]
Where the hell is Fatima?
I don't know. We gotta find Fatima.
Yo! Come here! You! Come here!
Why are you flagging me down like a crackhead?
Yo. I think I... I think I seen...
What? You seen what?
I think I seen the stalker bitch.
What? Where?
She dressed like one of the employees, man.
Fuck, uh... Go get Tony and the security officer Toris,
-bring them here now. -OK.
[Zac grumbles]
[Both] Where the hell is Fatima?!
Shit!
Fatima, why are you rushing?
I just... I don't feel good.
Do you need to sit down? There's a bathroom right there.
No.
You can't just leave your baby shower.
Fatima, that's rude.
Look, I'm going to use the bathroom real quick.
Just stay right here, OK?
You look pale. Like you done seen a ghost.
-Momma, just stay here. -You want me to get Zac?
No, Momma. Just stay right here, OK?
[faucet turns on]
Momma's going to go get you something to drink.
-I'll be right back. -No, Mom. I'm good!
[sighs]
Momma? Hello?
[screams]
[ominous ticking]
[loud bass stabs]
[yells in pain] Oh, God!
[ticking and bass continue]
[heavy, pained breathing]
Oh, God!
[heavy breathing continues]
-Oh my God. Shit. -[Leslie] Fatima...
[music and ticking continue]
[Fatima gasps]
[Leslie] Mm.
[Fatima gasps]
You have always been a thorn in my side.
The height of a mountain I could never fucking climb!
I was everything to Malachi. OK? Everything!
There was not a task,
not one fucking task or ask, that I did not fulfill!
You think I didn't have goals, Fatima?
You think I didn't have dreams?
But none of that shit was ever good enough.
Never! You want to know why?
Because "Fatima would have done this"!
And "Fatima would have done that"!
I wanted to be married! And he told me we would.
I should have had my fucking ring by now.
[tearfully] Oh, my goodness...
But he was always just waiting on you!
Running around with this fake-ass belly.
I wanted a family, Fatima! I wanted kids!
But do you know every time I got pregnant,
he made me get an abortion?
Because, "Oh, I can only have kids with," guess fucking who?
Hm? You know what that shit feels like?
[sobbing] Mm-hmm.
So I had to build my core to be you. You!
But of course, as soon as you come around again
with you, and your new little fucking lovebird, Zac,
he finally realized it was over.
Now he don't want shit to do with anything like Fatima.
He hates fucking Fatima! So where does that leave me?
Huh? Where does that leave me, Fatima?
See you, you and all your little youness
cost me everything that I love. Everything.
And you don't even appreciate it!
You never even apologized for stealing my fucking life!
And I'm just here hurting! I'm just here hurt!
[ticking and music continue]
Hm. Now it looks like
I took something that you love from you.
Deal with it.
[ticking and music continue] [Fatima sobs]
[Fatima breathes heavily]
[sparse piano notes]
-Where's Fatima? -What's going on?
-I just heard Fatima screaming. -She's in the bathroom.
What's going on? Henry!
Hey! Fatima! Fatima!
-[Mona] Fatima! -[Zac] Fatima!
[crickets chirping] [dramatic music]
[breathes heavily]
-Mr. Taylor? Mr. Taylor? -Huh?
[Doctor] We think you should come back now.
-I'm sorry, I can't, I can't. -[Doctor] You can.
-Come back now. -[Zac] Huh?
Come back now.
-I can't, I can't... -[Doctor] Yes, you can.
[Zac pants]
[intense instrumental music]
[Zac] Oh God...
I can't believe I let this happen.
Henry.
I should have done more to protect her.
[Mona] What could you have done?
-[Henry] I could have done more. -You can't blame Zac.
[Henry] I wasn't trying to.
But, hell, why wouldn't I blame him?
Because it's not his fault either.
All you need to do is make sure
that crazy bitch gets locked up for a long time.
I swear, Mona. If anything happens to my grandbaby,
I'm going to kill him!
Henry. You've been drinking. Calm down.
Hey!
Old man, you need to watch your mouth.
Zac would die for your daughter.
Mm-hmm. Who are you to talk to me?
You probably just like him. You're no good.
Probably bring trouble wherever you go. What?
I'll smack the shit out of your old ass!
[commotion]
-I'll knock your ass out. -Hey, sober up, Henry.
[Belinda] Hey! Hey! Hey! Would you two stop it?!
You don't know us like that, bro.
-Please. -Sober up, Henry.
Please! Just pray with me.
Please.
[music intensifies]
[sobbing] Dear Lord...
I leave my daughter's health in Your hands.
May Your divine hands bring her restoration
throughout every part of her body.
[continues weeping] [somber piano music]
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