02x17 - Addicted

[bunniefuu]

- Can you tell me what I'm in for?

- Credit card fraud. - What?

- KAREN: Previously on "Sistas"--

- Danni, I love you, and I know there's somewhere in you

that just wants to give me another chance.

- PRESTON: You met my sister at the airport.

- He's been staring at you since we got here.

- She's so open-minded.

- How did you get in here so quietly?

- I'm a ballerina.

- I miss him.

- That's normal. - ANDI: Is it?

With all the stuff he put me through?

- I just read the report.

A kilo of coke in a spare tire. You're going down for it, Zac.

- Whoa, hold on-- - No.

- You gotta be kidding me. - Mm, I wish I was.

So you're selling drugs, huh?

- No, I'm not! I'm not! - Are you sure?

- I'm telling you I'm not!

- So then why is there a kilo of coke in your truck?

- That's not mine! - Oh, come on, Zachary.

Tell it to me like I'm a two-year-old.

You don't know how that sh*t got there?

- I swear to god, that's not mine.

It's not mine! - Mm, oh, come on, Zac.

Aww, you can tell me.

It's so hard out here, so you can't find a -- real job?

- Rayah, I swear to god, I swear to god it's not mine.

- The DA is going to prove that it is.

- Please, Rayah, I'm telling you--

- You know what I don't understand about you, Zac?

You know what I don't get?

Is that I read your police report.

And did you know what it said about Zachary Taylor?

It said that you were a model inmate.

- I'm telling you that's not mine.

I swear to god it's not mine! - And it's probation.

So you know what that means.

- Rayah...

I'm telling you. Please, listen to me--

- And I am telling you to tell it to a DA.

- Wait, wait. No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I need a lawyer.

- Oh, you'll get your phone call.

- All right, um...

can you--can you call this lawyer for me?

- Oh! Why the hell would I do that?

- Her name is-- her name is Andi--

- Andi...

- She'll--tell her I'm here. - Uh-huh.

- She'll come see me. - Do I look like your secretary?

Huh?!

- Rayah, please, I'm telling you--

- Boy... - Oh my god.

- I ain't gonna call no more of your h*s.

- She's not my--

- Wait for your call, inmate.

- ♪

- I can't believe you're doing this to me.

- I already risked my job enough for you.

- Please, I'm telling you, I'm telling you--

- Oh, I had so much hope for you, Zac.

I really did.

See, ain't nobody gonna tell it to you like this.

But you a -- up.

- ♪

- No, please, listen, help me--

- No, I ain't gonna call nobody for you.

Nope.

When you get your phone call,

you can call whomever you please.

- Fine.

-- you.

- You know what makes this sad, Zac?

- Whatever.

- Is that I was stupid enough to have hope in you.

- I don't care! I don't!

Leave me alone!

- Yeah, I'm out.

- ♪

- [screams]

- ♪ My girls hold me down

♪ When them boys mess around

♪ My love life is a headache

♪ We're goin' out tonight

♪ 'Cause I'm lookin' for love ♪

- ♪

- [knocking on door]

- Come in.

- Hey, it's um--it's after .

- Is it? - FATIMA: Yeah.

- Um, okay, I have a few more things I have to handle here

that are important. - Okay, I'll stay.

- ANDI: No, no, you go home.

- You sure? - Yes, I am sure.

- Okay, thank you. Have a good night.

- ANDI: All right. - All right, bye.

- ANDI: You too. - Thanks.

- ♪

♪

- GARY: Hello?

- I shouldn't be calling you.

- GARY: I'm glad you did.

- I'm leaving work and I'm on my way home.

Can you meet me there so we can talk?

- GARY: Yeah, yeah, of course.

- Just talk.

- GARY: Okay, yeah.

I'll meet you there.

- Okay.

- [phone beeps]

- ♪

- ZAC: Hey, Fatima, um, this is Zac.

I'm in jail, man.

Can you, uh-- can you come get me?

I'll fill you in tonight when I see you.

[unintelligible]

- [phone beeps] - What the hell?

- Hey. Everything all right?

- Are you following me?

- No. This is where I park.

- What did you do?

- What you mean?

- You let me find out you did something.

- I don't know what you talkin' about.

- Yeah, okay.

- Hey, um, you free for dinner tonight?

- -- off! - Come on, now!

I know this great restaurant.

[chuckle]

- [Fatima slams car door]

- Man, if I could have this money right here--

- Don't think about it, man.

- b*tch, please, I would never.

- Yo, you need to stop calling me that, all right?

- What? b*tch?

- Yes, that ain't cool, man.

- Listen, it's a term of endearment.

You should be so honored.

- For who? A female dog?

- Well, look who's got teeth.

- I don't like it. So just don't do it.

Okay?

- Fine.

- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

Just don't ask me about doing any balances,

or reports, or anything.

We're even.

- Really?

'Cause I ask you not to call me a b*tch,

you wanna go an act like one.

- Hm.

So you do know what a b*tch is.

- Yeah.

Kinda looking at one.

- Oh, you wanna get nasty?

- Well, you know, you already are.

And you've been pretty damn disgusting, Maurice, so...

- Hm.

You're just like your friend, Olonzo.

I knew that. - Okay, bro.

I don't know what all that means.

But if you called Olonzo a b*tch,

I could see why he kinda chose to go a little left.

- Hm. Are you threatening to go left?

- ♪

- You know what, Maurice? Look.

How about you do your job good for once--

- Well. - --I'll do mine.

- Well.

- And we just don't talk to each other, okay?

- Yeah, you do that.

- No.

You do that.

- [chuckles] - All right.

Or I'll get your a*s fired.

- [laughs]

Fired?

- I made myself clear, Maurice.

- What's clear is that you're an entry-level teller.

- Hey, Sabrina. - Hey.

- All right, so I am all done for the day.

- Already? - Yeah, you--

you know, I--I balance all day, so--

- So you don't have to do it at nighttime, right.

Right, like some of us. - Yeah, like some of us.

- Of whom do you speak, Sabrina?

- Oh, come on. You know I'm just kidding.

- No, you're not. - Kind of. [giggles]

- Okay, so-- - Let me get the report?

- Here is my report and my reconciliation forms.

- Thank you.

- There's a little note on the top.

And, uh...

I'll see you tomorrow.

- ♪

- JACOBI: Good night, Maurice.

- Aren't you gonna say good night?

- I'm not saying nothin' to that b*tch!

- ♪

- Bye, Sabrina.

- ♪

- What are you smiling at? - Nothing.

I'm just ready to go. How much longer?

- I'll be here for a while. Have a lot to do.

- Well, Maurice, you can't be here all night.

Hurry up 'cause my feet hurt.

- Well, just go on!

- I don't wanna leave you here. - I'll be fine.

- What if Olonzo comes back?

- Then I'll beat his a*s like I did the first time.

- Maurice...

- What are you gonna do?

- I--I can fight.

- Girl, you fight like you went to an all-girls private school.

- What do you mean by that? - Hmph!

I grew up across the street

from the projects that I lived in,

in a public school, big, black, and g*y.

It was either k*ll or get k*lled.

I'm good.

- Okay.

All right, fine. - Mm-hmm.

And I saw your little note. - What note?

- The one that had you over there smiling with them

raggedly-a*s teeth.

- You're so damn nosy.

- I don't like him. - You don't even know him.

- You don't know how he talks to me.

- Maurice, I know that you talk to him crazy.

- Are you taking sides?

- No!

What did he say?

- Well, he told me to stop calling him a b*tch.

- And?

Maurice, people don't like when you do that!

- I call everybody a b*tch, mother -- .

The b*tch!

- Well, maybe you shouldn't.

And I respect that.

- Respect?

He got your little dress all up

and you ain't even slept with him yet.

- No, he doesn't.

- Yes, he does!

I bet your a*s rushing out right now to go that bar to meet him.

- I am not.

- I am the fairy godmother.

I have insight.

- Mm, okay. Insight?

- I know you like all them tattoos and sh*t.

- Yeah, he's tatted.

- Uh-huh.

- Wait a second.

Ooh! You like him.

- I do not like that mean b*tch.

- Yes, you do!

That's why you've been so damn rude to him.

- Well--well, he is...

- I knew it. I knew it.

Mm-hmm.

- The man is fine, girl.

- He's your type, isn't he?

- I love that man. - Uh-huh.

- I love the tattoos.

He's dark, mysterious, and handsome.

I like his weird lips.

I love the nape of his neck go right here

and his Adam's apple keep bumping.

I like that. I like how tall he is.

I like how his hairline is a little crooked.

- Do you like how straight he is?

- No, no. I don't--

I don't want anybody who doesn't want me.

- Oh, since when?

- [sighs]

You live and learn. - Okay.

- Get beat up in a parking lot.

- Okay, I'm--I guess I'm gonna go now.

- See you later.

- Okay. You're gonna be all right?

- I'll be fine.

Go.

You go on and enjoy yourself. - I will.

- But let me ask you something. - What is it?

- What about Calvin?

- Well, what about him? He hasn't called me.

- And you have not called him.

- No. - Hm.

You got your head up another cloud.

- ♪

- What does that mean?

- It means you got your head on another d*ck.

- You know what, Maurice?

I'll leave it to you.

Text me when you get home.

- Mm-hmm. Have fun, h*.

- ♪

- All right. I got you.

Thank you so much. Enjoy your flight.

- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

- Hi, can I help you? - Hi.

I'm Preston's sister.

- ♪

- Damn.

Okay, y'all just got money, popping up on a b*tch.

That's cool. - Yeah, I'm sorry.

- Mm-hmm. You need to get the hell out of my face now.

- No, no, listen. I just landed.

He told me what my brothers did to you.

You know I'm the one that introduced you.

- Oh, hi.

- Hi. [laughs]

- What do you want?

[clears throat] - Listen, I'm really sorry

for the way my brothers talked to you.

- Yeah. If they come back in here again,

I can really show them

how straight-up ghetto I can be, so...

- They won't. I talked to my ma.

- DANNI: Your ma? - Yeah.

- Y'all some country-a*s people, you know that?

- Yeah, and we're proud of it. - Oh, girl, I see you.

- Listen-- - Mm-hmm?

- My older brothers are idiots.

- You tell those idiots they come back in here,

I know some hood people--

as hood as y'all are country--

and proud, okay? - ALICIA: Okay.

I will let them know.

- 'Cause first it was the cart.

But then it's gonna be them.

Sleep with an eye open. - All right.

I will let them know. - Good.

- So, listen. Um...Preston really likes you.

- Good. That's good.

- So do you like him? Like that?

- What's he telling you?

- I mean, he says you really do.

- Why do you need to know?

- Look, I just wanna make sure

he's not gonna get his heart broken.

He's a good guy.

He's been really sheltered.

- Oh, I know that.

- Listen, I'm--I'm gonna call him,

just so I know that he's okay.

- You do that.

- Well, now I know he's in your hands.

- Okay. - Okay.

So thanks! - You bet.

- [laughing] All right. See ya!

- Bye! - ALICIA: Bye.

- Don't come back now, you hear?

- Oh, you are so funny. - I know it.

The -- ?

- [phone rings]

- Hey. - DANNI: Hey, girl.

Where you at? - I just got off.

I'm about to go grab a drink.

- Oh, where? I'm coming to meet you.

- Oh, no, no, no. I'm good.

I'm actually gonna meet someone.

- Oh. You and Panty Man made up, huh?

- No, and stop that.

- DANNI: Okay, then who?

- It's the guy from the bank.

- DANNI: What? The what guy from the bank?

- The new guy.

- Oh, you're going out with him?

- I'm gonna go have a drink. And if he's there, you know...

- Okay, girl, that's a date, all right?

Good for you.

- I don't know.

But, we'll see.

- Anyway, enough of your light drama.

Can we talk about mine?

- SABRINA: What is it?

- Preston's country-a*s sister just rolled up on me.

- Damn, do they have a bunch of money

to buy tickets just to see you?

- DANNI: That's what I said. - That's scary, Danni.

- No, but she said she was coming here to meet him

or something and...I don't know.

- SABRINA: At your house? - I hope not.

- Well, you know he is staying at your house, Danni, so...

- He should know better by now than to do that.

He knows to call me. He wouldn't do that.

He likes me. He wouldn't do that...

- All right, girl, well, you let me know.

I'm close. Just call me later.

- All right. Let me know if you get some.

- SABRINA: You know what? Who do you think I am?

- Sneaky and you've been tight lately and mean.

You need a tune-up.

- SABRINA: Bye, Danni! - Okay, bye.

[sighs] sh*t!

- ♪

- Hey, girl. - Hey.

- What's up? You okay?

What's that look for?

- What look?

- Heh.

You ain't telling me you was coming.

And you got that look on your face, so what's up?

- Nothing.

- Andi...

- Can we talk in your office?

- Ain't nobody here. What you mean?

Why do we gotta go to the office?

- Just in case--okay, never mind.

Um...

Okay. Um...

I just--I need you to promise you're not gonna get upset.

- ♪

- And just hear me out, hear me out.

Yes, take deep breaths. Do what you have to do.

- Okay. - Okay.

Um...I feel crazy.

Uh...I feel really guilty.

- Guilty?

- Yeah.

Gary lost a lot because of me.

- You ain't lose nothin' 'cause of him?

- Can you just--

- Okay. - --listen?

- I'm--I'm listening. - You said you would.

- I'm present and listening. - Okay, thank you.

I just--I feel like-- how do I say this?

Um...I feel behind.

Like I should be married by now.

Okay, you're not interested in what I have to say.

- I am interested. I'm listening.

Just sit down, okay?

Sit.

- ♪

- I feel...lost.

- ♪

- Okay.

Um...

Look.

I love Zac, right?

- ANDI: Mm-hmm.

- But it ain't gonna work.

So I moved on.

- Karen, you haven't moved on from Zac.

- I have. Yes, I have-- - You haven't.

You're using Aaron just like I'm using Paris to fill a void.

- What? Andi, that's crazy. Why would you even say that?

- ANDI: No, admit that I'm right.

Every time y'all make up, it's because he made love to you.

You're addicted to it!

- No, it's 'cause of the tears he was crying.

You know that! - No, it's because of the d*ck!

- No! What? You know what?

- Hm? - Oh...

You wanna argue.

I said everything I'm gonna say about this.

- Well, thank you so much for your time.

- I ain't fighting with you. You're very welcome.

Very welcome.

- [chuckles] You know what?

When you're back with Zac, and you break Aaron's heart,

then we can reconvene this conversation.

- I ain't gettin' back with Zac.

- Yes, you will. - Don't do that, Andi.

- Hm.

- Wait a minute.

You seeing Gary, ain't you?

- No.

- KAREN: Oh, Andi!

- I'm not. - KAREN: Are you sure?

- I'm sure. What--no, I'm not.

- ♪

- Okay. Okay.

Then I'm sorry. I am.

But I'm always gonna tell you the truth.

- I know.

- And you know that I love you even if the truth hurts.

- Why does your truth always hurt, though?

- The truth always hurts, I guess.

- Yeah, just work on it. Just work on that truth, please.

- What are you doing tonight? Where you goin'?

What's happening? What are we doing?

- I think I am gonna go home and get some wine.

- Okay, well, let me stop by.

I'm almost done wrapping up here.

- No, I wanna be alone.

I wanna process this.

- KAREN: Andi, you don't need to be alone.

- Please?

I've been around y'all all the time.

I just wanna be alone.

- Okay. Whatever.

Call me if you need me.

- Okay.

Goodnight, Miss Self-Righteous.

- You look better when you cry, by the way.

- ANDI: Uh!

- The truth feels good, don't it?

- ANDI: No, it doesn't!

- Bye! - ANDI: Bye!

- Hi. I'm here to post bail for Zachary Taylor.

- Zachary Taylor? Um, Rayah?

- Hey? - Yes?

- How can I help you? - Yeah.

I was telling her that I'm here to post bail

for Zachary Taylor. - And you are?

- Um, I work with a group that he's involved in.

- And what is that? - Chain Breakers.

- Hm. I've heard of Chain Breakers.

He's involved in that? - Yes.

- And they provide a company car.

- Yes, I personally made sure he had one.

- Okay.

- Okay, so how much is his bail?

- Oh, he doesn't have one.

- Why not?

- Because he has to see a judge.

- Um...can you tell me why he was arrested?

- Oh, no, I can't.

- Well, I, um--I--

- I'm sorry.

- ♪

- Hey, this is Fatima.

Can you call me back?

I need to talk to you about Zac.

I'll be on my cell.

Thanks.

- Hey.

- ♪

- You a lawyer? - No, I'm not.

- Are you sure? - Yeah. I'm not.

- You dress real fancy. You look like one.

- I am. I work for a law firm.

- Oh, really? - Yeah.

- All right, come with me. - Really?

- Yeah. - Okay.

- ♪

- I'll go get him for you. - Okay.

- Give me about, ah...

about ten minutes, and I'll have him here for you.

- All right, thank you so much. - Sure thing.

- ♪

- [chuckles] So, I am glad that you actually came.

- [indistinct chatter]

- Yup.

- See? Look, I told you I was fun.

- I can see that.

- Yeah.

And see, you're not so bad yourself.

- I like to laugh and have a good time.

- Hm. What else you like to do?

- [indistinct chatter]

- Um...I mean, me and my girls, we--

- Uh-uh, no, no, no.

I mean, is that all that you like to do?

- What are you saying?

- Who are you seeing?

- No one.

- Are you sure?

- Yes.

Why are you asking me like that?

- 'Cause Maurice, you know, I heard him saying--

- Don't tell me that he told you.

- No, no, no, uh-uh.

I mean, I just overheard him, you know,

talking to some guy on the phone, and--

- So you were nosy? - No, I was not nosy,

and I could care less what Maurice is doing.

- You don't really like him, do you?

- Um, I mean, he's just...you know...

- What?

- He's a little over the top.

- Over the top?

- I mean...Sabrina, why he gotta act like that, you know?

- What are you talking about?

- I mean...so...flamboyant?

Like, come on, Maurice is a dude, not a girl.

- Well, I mean, who are we to say how people should behave?

Right? I mean, people are just who they are.

- Okay. - You really shouldn't do that.

- Okay. [coughs]

- [indistinct chatter]

- What?

- Okay, so...

you think it's okay for a dude that's bigger than me

to be acting like that?

- Well, I think it's okay for a dude to act like himself

and not what you think that he should--

You know what? I think I'm going to go.

- No, no, no. Come on, hey, why?

- Excu--

- Why?

- I don't like the way you're talking right now.

- Okay, well, hold--hold on, Sabrina.

Look, I've never been around anybody like that before, okay?

So I'm just telling you how I feel, all right?

And, look, I'm sorry that you don't like it.

But instead of getting pissed, how about you educate me

and my challenge my opinions?

- [laughs]

- Huh? Come on.

- [indistinct chatter]

- Okay, I'm sorry. Hey!

I'm not a stupid man. I just don't know.

Sabrina, I am sorry.

- Okay, you're right. - I really am--

- Okay. - --just taking it slow.

- You're right.

But you cannot think that way.

- I got you. And I will work on it.

- Good. - Good.

But Maurice can't be calling me no b*tch, all right?

Uh-huh. - I talked to him about that.

I talked to him about that, okay?

- Good.

Ah! Man.

So, you sure you don't want that other drink?

Mm...

- I'll take a little sip if you do not talk about Maurice again.

- Uh-uh, uh-uh, no. How about you challenge

my opinions and give me your opinions?

Come on, educate me, Sabrina.

Hm?

- Okay.

Where should I start?

- Just tell me.

Hey, waiter? Hey, man?

She will have another one.

- Just a little bit, please.

Well, we can start with what happened with Olonzo.

- Uh... [inhales sharply]

Yeah, I heard about that.

- It was a hate crime.

- Well, tell me.

- ♪

- What the hell, Zac?

- ♪

- ZAC: -- .

- [coughs] Thank you.

- ♪

- [door shuts]

- What the hell, Zac?

- You know, I didn't even do nothin'.

- What happened?

- First they said I got arrested for credit card fraud.

- What? - Yeah.

My crazy-a*s ex.

Man, she said I charged $, on her credit card.

- Well, did you?

- No!

- Are you sure? - I'm not -- lying!

- I didn't say you were. I just--I need to be sure.

- It's not even the worst part.

- What's the worst part?

- ♪

- They found a kilo of coke in the truck.

- Zac! - It's not mine!

You don't even gotta ask me.

- No, this is really bad.

- I swear to god it's not mine!

It's not!

[sighs]

I don't want to go back to jail.

- I believe you.

- What?

- ♪

- I believe you, Zac.

- ♪

- Wait, what do you know?

- Nothin'.

I just believe you, okay?

- You just believe me.

You gave me that truck!

I get pulled over with a kilo of coke in the truck

and you just believe me? [sighs]

- Are you insinuating that I had something to with this?

- What the hell, Fatima?! - Zac!

The truck was at my house.

If the police hadn't come there and arrested you,

they would've arrested me, too.

Think about it.

I didn't have nothin' to do with this.

- ♪

- Okay?

- You right. Um--

- All right, then. I believe you.

- Well, what about these dudes with this real estate?

You sure they legit? - Yes.

- Are you sure?

- Zac, I'm sure.

- Well, they need to run some fingerprints on that -- kilo

'cause it's not mine.

It's not.

- I know. I need to get you a lawyer.

- What do I need a lawyer for?! I just told you it's not--

- Zac. - I'm gonna lose my job.

I was just out, Fatima.

- Zac, I'm gonna get you some help, okay?

- How? How?

- Zac-- - [sighs]

- --I need you to calm down. Calm down, okay?

- I'm going back to jail.

- No, you're not.

I'm on it. Just calm down.

I know you didn't do this.

- All right.

All right, all right, all right, all right.

- Look, I'm gonna get on this right away.

Okay?

- ♪

- How did you even get in here?

- That officer let me in.

- She did? - Yeah.

[sighs]

But, look, I'm gonna get on this, okay?

Just please try to hold it together?

- [scoffs] I'm--I'm trying.

Trust me, I'm--I'm trying.

I hate for you to see me like this.

I'm trying. - It's okay, it's okay.

I'm on it, just--

- I'm trying. - --I got you.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

- ♪

- ♪

- Hey, Hayden.

- HAYDEN: Hey.

- You know what? I am free tonight.

- HAYDEN: Oh, are you? - Yeah.

You wanna come by?

- HAYDEN: Yeah.

- All right. Bring wine.

- HAYDEN: Okay. At what time?

- Um...I'll be home in about an hour.

- HAYDEN: Okay. I'll see you then.

- All right.

Son of a b*tch.

- [crickets chirping]

- ♪

- [door shuts]

- Hey. - Hey!

- I cooked.

- I can see and I can smell.

It smells good. - Thank you. And...?

- Oh, you cleaned up, too! Wow, wow.

- I had to find something to do here by myself.

And plus, my mom would have a fit if I left a mess so, yeah.

[chuckles]

- Thank you. Talk to your sister?

- I did.

- What'd she say?

- Only that you wouldn't tell her a damn thing.

- Not a damn thing.

- She's the good one.

- How am I supposed to know that, Preston?

- Because I told you.

- Mm...I just don't know if I can trust that.

- Trust me, she is.

- Okay, that's good.

Why are there three plates?

- Well, that's what I was getting to.

I was trying to tell you that--

- I know you like Zac, but he's not your friend.

- Danni-- - He's not eating with me.

- Okay, look at this. You know Zac's not here.

All the food is still here.

- That's true.

Then-- - What?

I was trying--I was making my way to tell you, um...

- Spit--spit--spit it out.

Talk, man. - I invited...my sister over.

- ♪

- Hi! [giggles]

- sh*t.

Okay.

- ♪

- [giggles]

Yeah! Dinner!

- ♪

- [knocking on door]

- ♪

- Come in.

- ♪

- Hi. - Hi.

Sit down.

- Thanks.

- I don't know why I asked you to come here.

- I'm glad you did.

- I hope I don't regret it.

- I don't want you to.

So, tell me.

- I have nothing to tell.

- It's just--whatever you wanna say.

- I'm having a hard time finding words right now.

- Um...

Well, can I start?

- Yeah. - Okay.

Look, there's-- there's three things

I wanna show you, all right?

Um, first...

this is my ticket to Boston.

One way.

I'll take this trip in a couple of days, unless you say no.

- ♪

- And these are my divorce papers.

She signed them, so...

- Really? - Yeah.

I have my lawyers on it right now,

so they're getting it all straightened out.

They know it's all bullshit.

They found documents with Jasmine's fingerprints on them

that trace back to Morris's firm, so...

And all that's bullshit.

And when I confronted her about it,

I told her you either sign it or you go to jail.

And...she signed it.

- ♪

- I never thought she would do something like that.

- Yeah.

- Whoa.

Um...

And your first wife?

- One month married.

I was drunk.

And she lied about being pregnant.

I--I was young.

- You don't think that was information I needed to know?

- Look, I was .

sh*t, I didn't even wanna remember it.

But it was annulled, and it--it didn't last long.

- Gary, I, um--

- Andi...

I love you with all of my heart.

And all of it, not part of it.

It beats one way, and--and that's for you.

Look, if--

if I've lost you--

if--if I've lost you and--and this is it...

Andi, I'll be sad for the rest of my life.

- I, uh...

- Look, I--I--I know you don't know what to say.

It's a lot. - I don't.

- Um, I know you're scared. - Yeah.

- And I know I gave you every right to be.

Babe, please tell me to stay.

Okay, I promise you that I'm him. All right?

I promise you that I'm the man that you told me about.

The man that'll always be there for you,

always protect you, and never, never hurt you.

I'm him.

- Gary...you get so jealous.

That's scary. - I know.

Here's the third thing.

- ♪

- This...is the number to the counselor that I'm seeing.

Um, I told him to share everything with you, okay?

I'm--I'm going three days a week, if I stay.

Um...if I leave, then I'll find one out there in Boston to see.

- [exhales] Wow.

- Uh, I know you don't know what to say.

- No, I don't. - It's a lot.

Um...

- It's a lot.

- Just...tell me to stay.

- ♪

- I can't say that.

- No.

I told you that when I got divorced,

that we would get married.

- ♪

- Uh!

- ♪

- Uh!

- ♪

- Andi, I want you to marry me.

Look, I--I know you may not want to right now.

But I pray--I pray that you change your mind.

Look...I promise you that I'll do better.

I promise you I will.

This ring...

This ring is for you to hold for as long as you want to.

I don't care how long my yes is gonna take.

I'm gonna wait for it.

I'm gonna wait for you.

- ♪

- I mean, not yet, no.

I just have to think about it.

- ♪

- [giggles]

- ♪

- -- .

- ♪

- Oh, hello.

- ♪

- Hi.

- SABRINA: Next, on "Sistas"--

- ♪

- Karen, I love your friend.

- Okay, go ahead, Gary. Go ahead.

- Let's just go to your place. - You're not coming to my house.

- Why not?

- He can really cook, huh?

- Oh, I know. She loves my cooking.

- Yeah, I can tell.

- DANNI: What does that mean? - Ah--

- Zac is in jail.

You don't wanna know why? - No.

- You should, because you put him there.

- Calvin told me that he was going to dinner

with a girl.

- Come on, you know you like me.

Come on. Come on.

- ♪

- ♪

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