02x08 - A Cold a*s Wedding

[bunniefuu]

Duncan Duckett, everyone who's gone

looking for your treasure is dead.

Half the world's in a water shortage.

Enjoy that.

Harley hasn't answered not one of my calls.

Why do I feel like you had something to do with that?

If you ever darken my door, I will set your life on fire.

Where the f*ck have you been?

Wasn't worth mentioning, "Oh, you know, by the way,

"I might not be dead."

- What'd they used to call you? - They call me Danger.

You said Danger, Roman, Preacher in a Chevy.

You need to end this w*r, not escalate it.

I think I need that gold in order to help me

forget everything that I know.

I have broken the toughest m*therf*cker.

- [g*nsh*t] - Oh! [sighs]

DIARRA: Confession.

I've always thought of summer as an invitation to adventure.

DANGER: Y'all listen to me very carefully.

Every hair, every drop of blood gotta take a bleach bath.

She a cop, can't be no mistakes.

DIARRA: And if I'm honest, my favorite summer escapades

have always been wet and wild.

But this was f*cking ridiculous.

And I was desperate for a guidebook,

a how to cope with an adventure spinning out of control.

God damn.

- What? - DIARRA: What do you mean what?

What you what?

Why are you looking at me like that?

Why are you looking at me like that?

Now you're looking at me, you wouldn't even look at me

when we were sitting at the f*cking table.

Oh, I can give you a couple reasons.

- Why are you here? - DANGER: Why--

Why are you in this sh*t again?

Why the f*ck are you in this sh*t again?

There's always some sh*t with you.

f*ck you, Danger.

You know, I swear, I feel like we're part

of the same soul family, just destined to keep meeting

and meeting and meeting and meeting again

'til we fulfill some sacred contract.

n*gga, what?

Why are you with the militia

kidnapping kids?

Okay, first of all, that big n*gga ain't no kid.

I don't know why the f*ck you keep saying that.

And I didn't know anything about him until we were in it, okay?

- Me and Bailey-- - You and Bailey?

- Yes. - Who the f*ck is Bailey?

She saved me, okay?

She patched me up.

- She gave me space to heal, D. - DIARRA: Yeah, I bet she did.

I bet she healed the f*ck out of you.

- What do you care? - I care. Danger.

- She saved me. - I grieved you.

I called every hospital, every morgue,

every meditation center in a tri-state f*cking area.

Yeah, in between f*cking Chris, huh?

Yes, I did a little bit

- of f*cking Chris. - Yeah, you did a lot of that.

But you let me think that you were dead

for four f*cking months.

How could you do that?

I thought that I did enough, D.

Don't you?

I needed time to put myself back together.

I thought ghosting you would be easier for you.

Maybe I was making it easier for me.

Tell me why.

You know why, D.

[sighs]

Royce...

is the man that I'm dating.

Bailey is the woman that I'm with.

I don't think y'all noticed I went to get some more bleach.

You need some more time?

- DIARRA: No. - No. Nah, we was...

We was just...

He's all yours, Bailey.

And thank you for patching him up.

- Holy sh*t, what the f*ck? - Oh, no, no, no.

Hey, yo, is that the cop?

You're supposed to be with Raqueeba.

You, um, you can't be here.

I'll call you later. Let's get you--

I don't got nowhere else to go.

I ain't gonna snitch. I'm in this.

- Okay. - Come on.

We, um, we gotta get her outside.

BAILEY: Yeah.

Uh, on three?

- Let's go. - DIARRA: Yeah.

- On three. - f*ck.

Oh, sh*t.

- Three. - [all grunting]

- Are you-- Like, give me-- - I got the castle.

Y'all wasn't answering the phone,

so I hope y'all like Chinese--

Really? Who the f*ck is that?

DIARRA: I would have given anything

to downgrade from adventure

to day trip to Cedar Point,

but the universe had other plans.

Tea parked the sheriff's car in Warrendale.

With any luck, it would be in a chop shop by noon.

And Bailey? She had a spot on her farm to bury the body.

You coming?

Yeah. As soon as I handle this Cartier thing.

The farm doesn't need another albatross.

With the sheriff gone, we got an opportunity

to tip the feds on the feed store.

BAILEY: Then, we're home free.

DANGER: Then, we go back to summer corn.

So you're really coming back?

Yeah. I'm coming home.

Just don't forget yourself.

Home.

TEA: So now you got me burying bodies.

You owe me again.

DANGER: What are we supposed to do with the pieces?

Oh.

Hold this for me.

Bap. And this one goes here. Bap.

- [mechanical whirring] - Oh, sh*t. You did it.

I knew it.

No way.

- [Diarra laughing] - No way, no way, no way.

You did it.

Yo.

- Holy sh*t. - sh*t.

Yo.

BOOKER: There's that burnt piece of wood.

Just like my granny told me.

DIARRA: Ah!

"Sons, you have passed my test.

"I have given you the direction. My treasure is yours.

"."

If Dunc's sons had gotten this far,

they would have been baptized.

They would have been Masonic brothers.

They would have been worthy.

I wondered if the ghetto goonies

for all our hot-a*s messiness

were still the ones Dunc had been waiting for.

. What is ?

Is that a locker combo?

It's my address.

Booker, how long did your granny have this house?

It's been in the family forever.

Oh, sh*t.

So when you snuck up out of here,

you didn't use the front door or the back.

Because you knew there was a secret passageway.

I'll show you the trick to the furnace.

You just gotta bang it in the right spot.

DIARRA: It was clear why they never got the furnace replaced.

It was a doorway.

It goes down to the river.

Me and Abe used to sneak out down here.

DIARRA: Where does this go?

What? Do I look like a Ninja Turtle?

It's a sewer.

Yeah, I'm not climbing in no damn sewer.

And neither are you.

[panting]

I guess I missed the part

where you became a damn treasure hunter.

Well, um, I got a new nickname too.

It's Michigan m*therf*cking Jones.

DANGER: Damn, this place is like a maze.

Okay. Dunc's letter don't make no sense.

Talk about I've already given you directions

and ain't gave nan direction.

- You sure about that, Michigan? - DIARRA: Yes, I'm sure.

I just need to think.

I was gonna have to write my own adventure guide

by drawing upon every lesson I had learned.

The first was focus.

And then boom.

Sewn.

South, east, west, north.

Damn, so the man already gave directions.

- Like you said. - Yeah. Okay.

So which way is south then?

So...

It's that way.

Then east.

[sighs] Okay.

Yo, what the f*ck is that smell?

[coughing] Oh, oh God.

- Ew! - sh*t.

DIARRA: Ugh!

DANGER: This n*gga been shot.

[screaming]

Wait, stop. Stop.

- It's booby trapped. - DANGER: Booby trapped?

Probably to keep the Purples from getting to the treasure.

Purples ain't never wear no ostentatious short set.

sh*t look like Gucci.

ORA: I bought Sincere some things.

Silk short sets with matching Gucci slides.

I knew where the treasure was a long time ago.

But Dunc, crabby son of a b*tch.

ORA: Sincere disappeared.

Sincere. [exhaling]

DANGER: Come on. That's nasty, D.

Wow, ah.

- It's Sincere. - DANGER: Who's Sincere?

Aw, he loved her.

Even in that moo-moo.

- Yeah. Ugh. - DANGER: Again, who is Sincere?

So Ron's b*tch a*s got to everybody.

Before he sent me and Chris after the desk,

he tried to get Sincere to go straight for the gold.

But they couldn't figure out the clues.

[sighs]

"Lerosa."

ORA: He might have had a double life and a fiancé.

Lerosa, some raggedy bullshit.

DIARRA: Ora thought Sincere was having an affair,

but Lerosa wasn't a girl.

Lerosa was a password.

- Yeah, one that ain't work. - Ugh.

Okay, wait. I'm gonna try something.

What?

[g*nf*re]

sh*t. f*ck.

Now, how do we shut this sh*t off?

We need the code.

He said, "My treasure is yours."

So whatever he meant by treasure.

The answer gotta be gold or diamonds or something.

[panting] No, no, no, no, no.

Dunc would have wanted them to treasure something more.

So Cain and Abel should have treasured...

It all boiled down to the question the universe

and Royce had demanded I answer.

It's family.

Six letters.

Wait. Not that I don't trust your gut.

- Okay. - Yeah.

[g*nshots]

Damn. Everyone okay?

Yeah, I'm straight,

- I'm straight. - Oh, sh*t.

Okay, so that wasn't the password.

I realized maybe what I treasured

wasn't the same for Dunc.

I had to think like a man.

Luckily, I'd done it before.

BOOKER: You know, my granny, she didn't know much about Dunc,

but she knew that our soul of our family

was stitched into a disk.

Trinity was passed on to me from my father.

This is my legacy.

But then my dad died, the whole legacy thing just

kind of landed on me like boom.

Men prioritize legacy.

No, some n*gg*s just want peace and quiet.

Yeah, some chicks just be gangsters as hell.

Okay, but I know Dunc.

Family was too emotional, but legacy could be neat,

tidy, and Dunc was about order.

[metal rattles]

- [laughing] - [sighs] Okay.

Hell, yeah.

Good call on the sandwiches, Dee.

[sighs]

Mm. You need a little?

No, no, I'm good.

You know what though? I do.

This knot is crazy. You feel that?

- I got you. I got you. - Right there. Ah!

Damn, you all over the place. [chuckling]

Boyfriend in jail, ex-husband all on the billboards.

And you got this mumbling a*s n*gga.

- Shut the f*ck up. - Uh-uh.

- Not you trying to come for me. - I mean, we'll look out.

DIARRA: Adventure tip.

Remember your soft focus.

It can reveal hard truths.

One thing I learned from my worst students

is that sociopaths imitate to fit in.

I made a mistake when giving the Oreo test.

Never eat the cookie first, but I was hung over.

Cookie?

And I guess I was desperate to see him unlock

the magic of an Oreo cookie.

So Booker watched me

and then showed me exactly what I wanted to see.

Appreciate it.

He played me, which meant he was still playing me.

Booker, do you even have a drone?

What?

Told you as soon as I get my gold, it's yours.

DIARRA: I'ma ask you one last time.

Do you even have a drone?

I read Lisa's diary back to front.

She mentioned a whole lot of little nasty tricks

you got up your sleeve,

but she never said anything about you having a drone.

There's no footage, is there?

What the f*ck is going on, D?

Oh! [gasp]

Where the f*ck did you get that from?

Sheriff wasn't using it no more.

Oh!

- Get up. - Danger.

- Get up. - Okay.

BOOKER: I said get up.

What in the f*ck is wrong with you?

Dunc's sons ain't even trust each other.

I'ma trust a teacher I barely know?

Are you brain dead?

I have been trying to help you this entire time.

You've been trying to help yourself.

- No, I-- - Thanks for leading the way.

That's about as far as you go.

Whoa. Wait, wait, Booker.

You don't even know which way to go.

Do you go that way? Is it that one?

[Booker grunting]

BOOKER: Oh, you b*tch! I'ma k*ll you.

[tense music playing]

DIARRA: The funny thing was,

I was actually planning on having a pretty chill summer,

but a wet and wild adventure found me.

And this time, it wasn't all that was cracked up to be.

[Diarra panting]

- [g*nshots] - f*ck! f*ck!

[Diarra grunting]

[metal rattles]

PREACHER: But he saw that wheel,

and that big wheel run by what?

"And the big wheel moved by faith, not by might be."

I realized when in doubt,

the faithful kneel down and pray.

[lock opens]

[gasp]

[panting]

Oh, my God.

"I bestow the entirety of my fortune."

Ah!

After all the searching, I finally held it in my hand.

- [doors open] - Hands up, n*gga Holmes.

- Move. Get the f*ck back! - Okay.

- Back up. All the way. - Okay. Okay.

- Back up! - All right, calm down!

All the way to the wall.

Look at all of these crates, there's plenty for everybody.

I can still help you.

BOOKER: After all the bullshit I've been through, it's mine.

The f*cking treasure's mine.

- Ah! - [punches landing]

DIARRA: All right!

Hey, f*cking stop it.

[ceiling rattling]

DIARRA: It's gonna collapse.

Okay. All right, we gotta go. We gotta go.

Booker? Booker?

BOOKER: I'm not leaving without my inheritance.

DIARRA: Booker, we gotta go.

- DANGER: D, come on! - I'm coming!

- Booker, come on, right now. - DANGER: Come on!

DIARRA: We gotta go. Just leave it.

- Booker! - My brother's counting on me.

- Let's go, D! - I am!

[Diarra screaming]

Booker!

DANGER: D.

[screaming] Booker!

- [crying] Booker! - Diarra!

No, help me!

- He's gone! - Help me!

He's gone, D.

[Diarra crying]

He's gone.

I'm sorry.

DIARRA: And that's how I found myself with no witness,

the gold out of reach,

and a lost cause I couldn't save.

Booker was gone.

A long list of people had failed him before I ever met him,

but I still took that sh*t personal.

[crying]

This part of the story is too painful.

We should skip ahead.

- [g*nsh*t] - Oh!

DIARRA: Wait, that's too far.

I should start with Swa.

Adventure tip.

Sometimes you have to admit defeat,

pack up your tent, and trudge home.

I'll catch up with you, okay?

DIARRA: All the way back to square one.

Hey.

Hi.

Oh, f*ck.

Oh, you still mad at me. Okay. All right, well that's fine.

I thought I forgave you. I did some forgiveness affirmations

and all of that sh*t.

Then why are you here, D?

I need your help.

Oh, you need my help? Oh. Oh, that's funny,

because I've been helping you all summer.

You still ain't thank me for getting you out of jail.

Oh, sh*t.

My bad. Thank you. It was very gross in there.

They don't even have doors on the toilets.

- Did you know that? - Oh. Yeah,

I wouldn't know that, 'cause I've never been arrested.

Okay, I gotta tell you something,

and I just need you to take it in without judging.

Can you do that?

Yes, I can do that.

Okay, I tried to solve the Coney killings myself.

Why the f*ck would you do that?

- DIARRA: Whoa, whoa, whoa. - SWA: That's insane!

This is judgment, all right?

- But-- - This right here is judgment.

- You need judgment. - You're not listening.

- Okay. - I haven't even gotten

- to the insane part. - Oh, sh*t.

♪♪♪

- Hey, Morg? - Oh, excuse me.

We need to talk.

I've called you, like, five times.

- My hair is back. - I got your text. That's great.

You know what? No, it's not really great.

It's suspicious. So let me ask you something.

Okay, before you do that,

- I want you to think-- - About?

About what you really wanna know.

The truth, Morgan.

[chuckles] The truth...

is you're a woman with a successful business

who just navigated a shipping snafu and a burglary.

And that's all you know.

Listen, the perks of membership

is that we take care of our friends.

Yeah, we keep each other's secrets.

And we help each other achieve our goals.

So...

This should make us square.

Stick with me. We'll get your boat off layaway.

[tense music]

What the f*ck?

SWA: So, what's the ask?

Represent Chris.

I lost my witness and I need to get him out of gen pop.

His life is in danger.

From who?

One of these ghetto treasure hunters.

But what about the killings?

Look, if you have some suspects you want my PI to track down...

No, she's good. She's good. I mean,

- she's an actual professional. - Okay, rude.

But, no.

All the suspects are f*ck' dead.

Damn, what the f*ck you been doing?

I didn't k*ll 'em! These are very violent people, Swa.

They're k*lling each other.

Here.

These are all of my notes.

All of your notes.

Do your notes explain how the scene

was cleaned with industrial solvent?

And at the end of the day,

his prints were the only one that they found.

Please, Swa.

[sighs] You know, this, uh--

This guy at the firm, his ex-wife is the star

of the new Dugg video.

She is twerking that fat a*s in a studded thong,

and they got three kids under six.

She sounds amazing!

She sound like a walk in the park compared to you.

[heartfelt music]

All right.

DIARRA: Thank you.

Listen, I, um...

I don't want the legacy of our marriage to be that lie.

So, let's not let it be.

Right.

DIARRA: Where you going?

To file an emergency motion.

This wouldn't be my first questionable client.

No promises.

[exhaling]

DIARRA: Swa could buy Chris some time.

- [phone chimes] - But without that gold...

Cartier was still a big problem.

Good thing Swa worked quick.

He got Chris out of gen pop,

but that didn't mean he wasn't a d*ck about it.

[phone chimes]

SWA: Dee, look, I'm combing through your notes

and if I'm gonna prove this was all about a treasure,

the gold would be some great evidence.

AJA: Diarra.

You're sure there's more crates of this?

Yes. And I'm % sure

that I was leaning right against a second entrance.

You know Dunc. He did everything in twos.

I just-- I don't know where the f*ck we were.

I'm f*cked, Aja.

Hmm.

Maybe not f*cked. Look!

Those same windows in the lobby of the Yacht Club.

Yeah.

- Stop. - AJA: Yeah.

- You mean windows like that. - Nah. The exact same ones.

[classical music playing]

And I'm starting to wonder if Dunc's treasure room is...

- Under the Yacht Club! - Yes!

- Oh, my God! - Yeah!

Oh, my God!

Adventure tip:

only after everything has gone to sh*t

can the real adventure even begin.

The Downtown Yacht Club was an institution.

Perched on the shore of Belle Isle,

the island that sits halfway between Canada and Detroit,

made it the perfect staging ground for bootleggers,

and for our heist.

So Tea, what you got on the club?

Okay, okay, so this is the club in ',

and this is the current layout.

Yacht Club. You know them n*gg*s still won't let me in?

Wait. Would they have even let Dunc inside in ?

Not as a member. Not even if he was supplying they liquor.

Okay, so where's the servant's entrance?

Okay, so service entry and dining room.

The Lerosa room. Negroes only.

That's it. Dunk hid his treasure underneath the n*gro-only room.

Oh, my God, I love him!

Okay, so what is it now?

TEA: It's the bridal suite.

Yeah, we gotta get in there.

Jesus! I forgot that you was here.

I was looking for answers on the astral plane.

Who is this Farmer Jack-looking a*s n*gga?

Okay, well, then we need to get below Lerosa. Then what?

Then we carry up $ million in gold.

And according to my math,

it's gonna weigh well over , pounds.

How the hell are we supposed to get it out?

And you can't even get in the bridal suite

unless you're a bride, club rules.

DANGER: So we gotta get cool with a bride.

TEA: So we crash a wedding.

Or we force some folks we know to get married.

[scoffs] Don't look at me. After her little mom-cation

was over, Raqueeba dipped, left me on life support.

You got three stitches and a tetanus shot.

- I almost got my d*ck shot off. - I got shot with an arrow, Tea.

My body different.

I'm breathing different.

DIARRA: n*gga, you got shot in the other arm.

Okay, does anybody know any good couples?

Hmm...

Y'all! I got the perfect couple in mind. One second.

MAC: Let's say we do find a bride, we still broke as hell.

And weddings ain't cheap.

Well, lucky for us...

I got a deposit.

DANGER: Oh, sh*t!

- [Tea chuckling] - MAC: Damn!

[phone chimes]

DIARRA: It was my craziest plan yet,

but it could work if I could keep Cartier off my neck

long enough to pull it off.

- [knocking on door] - Oh, sh*t.

- Wait, go, go, go. - [knocking continues]

Who the f*ck is you?

n*gga, I'm Danger.

Oh, hi! [chuckles awkwardly]

Royce, Danger. Danger, Royce.

Danger?

DIARRA: My summer romance was pissed

I hadn't heeded his call to adventure.

All that, "I gotta take it slow, date me,"

you got a whole n*gga sleeping over.

Okay, he's just staying here while he figures some sh*t out.

That's it.

So, you do like n*gg*s with no bed frame.

I like you.

And I have had a terrible f*cking week.

A hug would be really good.

I had been trying to do the honorable thing

and fix this mess before I dragged in another innocent.

Kiss would be even better.

Tell me about Erma Beaumont.

DIARRA: Turned out he was desperate

- to be in the middle of it. - Coincidence that we were doing

a deep dive on a lady hours before she gets impaled?

Well, I didn't touch her.

Can I quote you on that?

- Are you serious? - Yes.

Um, unless Erma Beaumont could dunk

with two bad hips, I don't see how that has

anything to do with you, sports reporter.

[chuckles] You know, as a favor to you,

I asked my guys in Vice to help research Erma.

Now, they think I have a hot story.

I know it ties to the Coney killings, the Masons.

And according to a source in DPD,

Erma was looking for buried treasure.

Oh, sh*t. You cannot print that.

You print that sh*t, every broke n*gga in the D

will be walking the streets with a metal detector.

Only if it's true.

It's true.

Okay? So I'm--

I'm asking you to hold the story.

This is big. I got to write the story.

But that gold is the only thing that's keeping me and my friends

from a very unpleasant fate.

I need to find it first.

Journalism is dying.

I mean, you got to take the layups when they come, right?

Um...

I don't think I can sit on this.

Well, that's what I'm asking you to do.

As your what?

As my almost-boyfriend.

As soon as we go on our first date,

but my sh*t is almost in order.

- But you-- - We're going in circles, Dee.

I am gonna close that chapter.

Wham! All right?

But you bringing a bunch of attention to this

is gonna f*ck that up.

Where you going?

- Goodbye, Diarra. - Hey!

Wha--

I wasn't sure if Royce walking away

meant his offer went with him.

- sh*t! - [door slams]

But my legs felt like lead.

For some reason, I couldn't follow him.

I had to focus on the Yacht Club play.

[dramatic music]

Stitch, the beloved hood doctor,

had been nervous about his fall wedding.

Tea talked him into downsizing the guest list,

upgrading the venue, and doing it in a matter of days

before his dangerous clientele realized they'd been disinvited.

The mission was set.

We worked Aja's connections at the club.

I got to go undercover as a wedding planner,

and a half a dozen little slight lies later,

we ended up throwing a cold-a*s wedding.

All we had to do was bring the vibes

and finally claim Dunc's prize.

Ladies! We're ready for you.

Uh, I was drinking that.

We will keep watch on the suite.

It's almost time for your big entry, girl!

DIARRA: But there was one thing we hadn't accounted for.

The bride grew up in Brightmoor,

and her cousin, Nay Nay, violated our no-posting rule

two minutes after she arrived.

Nay Nay gave up the location of the wedding to the 'Gram.

Adventure tip: never post to social media

until you're sure you're out of the woods,

especially during a g*ng w*r.

[dance music playing]

That look like the spot right there.

[guests applauding, cheering]

[screams, laughs]

Queeba! Oh, you came!

I dropped Sela off at Randy's.

I figured you could use all of the Goonies.

- Hell yeah. - All right, y'all.

Let's get busy.

- DIARRA: Whoo! - All right.

♪ It's like thunder, thunder ♪

♪♪♪

[tense music]

♪♪♪

[Diarra sighing]

[gentle music]

♪♪♪

Yo.

Yo, check this out.

What the--

"I bestow the entirety of my fortune.

"Use the instruments of faith and family

"to build a great legacy.

"Kings :."

Y'all...

we f*ck' did it.

- Yo! - [all exclaiming, cheering]

DIARRA: Solid gold,

and boxes full of more where that came from.

I realized all of Dunc's tests and hoops and clues

were there to bring together whoever took the journey.

He did that, and then some.

Yes!

Are we celebrating finding my gold?

[chuckling]

Well done, Private p*ssy.

You wasn't trying to move my gold without me, was you?

'Cause I've had a man watching your a*s /.

No. There's a U-Haul out back.

We were loading it up.

And then I drive it off. Beautiful.

Well, get your a*s to work.

Chop, chop.

Keep 'em honest. I got a wedding to crash.

I f*ck' love weddings.

All right, team. Let's get to work.

Okay, I'll check on the bride and make sure she stays put.

All right, bring me a plate, D.

I saw the ca-napes. Those shits look good.

- DIARRA: You mean "canapes." - DANGER: Whatever.

DIARRA: Cartier was confident, but by that point,

we came to expect the unexpected.

[tense music]

- MAC: I like you in purple. - RAQUEEBA: Boy, stop.

You know we got about more trips of this.

Plenty of time for me to convince you

to go out with me for real.

Mac, this is not the time.

♪♪

DIARRA: Wait. I should go back.

See, after a week of hearing motorcycles circling my house,

I was prepared for Cartier's signature move,

which seemed to be showing up to my sh*t unannounced.

So what he didn't know?

I was castling, doing two things at once.

Cartier would get his gold,

and the Ghetto Goonies would be taking a healthy cut.

- This one too, Miss Edwards? - AJA: Yes, please.

Hey, hey, sh!

Look, y'all better not be

getting me in trouble with F-Mobb again.

TEA: Oh, come on. You know that's not--

I done seen your crew all over.

Diarra was on the dance floor following Tory around.

- Who? - Tory! The bride?

- Is that-- - From Brightmoor.

Yeah, see? I was invited, unlike some people.

- Unlike who? - Unlike you.

You up in the bride suite, but you don't know who the bride is?

- I know who the bride is. - And Cartier's a*s is here too.

And Pump...

he's coming.

It's good to see you.

I want my dance later.

DIARRA: Turned out Pump's social media addicted a*s

had seen Nay Nay's post.

Rumor was he was on his way to pay his respects.

Without a RSVP?

They gangsters, not debutantes, D.

This is getting way too complicated.

Okay. You keep the train on the tracks, all right?

[sighs] Okay.

I'll figure something out.

There was a reason I planned the wedding on a Tuesday.

It was the only opening 'til fall,

but it was also the day of Walt Harley's cigar club.

He was an atomic b*mb I was hoping not to use,

a top dog to whom even other top dogs cowered.

Adventure tip:

when you come across a bear in the woods, stand tall.

Make yourself appear larger.

Right? The reason that New York has the best taste in beer--

[clears throat] A word.

Or, you know, we could do this in public.

MAN: We'll give you a minute.

HARLEY: This is a very bad decision.

Okay, Pump's on his way.

I need you to turn him around.

I'd learned a valuable lesson in Brightmoor.

Maybe my two problems could cancel each other out.

You're dead, Miss Brickland.

Your mama's dead. I'm just getting warmed up.

If you even try and f*ck with me,

I have a reporter on standby willing to print a story

on the financial connection between you and Erma Roy,

international money launderer.

Erma Roy. Doesn't ring a bell.

DIARRA: I was bluffing, scrambling for any leverage

that might give me the upper hand.

And then I realized, I already had it.

Nice shine.

Walter and I grew up together.

Boy was shining shoes outside the Cadillac Hotel.

The head of the Purples died in the penthouse

of the Cadillac Hotel.

ROYCE: Erma Roy was arrested

for solicitation in the Cadillac Hotel.

You met the head of the Purple g*ng when you were just a kid.

I mean, he'd gone straight by then,

but he'd still b*tch to anybody who would listen

about what Dunc stole from him.

Told the kid who shined his shoes.

Told his young wh*res too, huh?

You know, I'll bet that's where you and Erma Roy first met.

I guess y'all vowed way back then to find that treasure.

Last year I paid for a team of divers to go down there

and see if the legend was true.

Artifacts from that driver's life

are now immortalized in a museum.

He'll be remembered.

You donated your artifacts to her museum.

She cleaned your money.

What about now? Is it starting to ring a bell?

I know you were on her little council.

The only person who wants to stay anonymous

with pockets as deep as yours is you, Chief.

Well, buck up, Walt. Don't look so down.

The story has a happy ending.

I found your treasure.

And if you want your cut...

take it.

How do you suggest I do that?

CARTIER: Making sure you n*gg*s ain't leave

- any meat on the bone. - DANGER: We almost done?

Mmm! Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.

Mmm-mmm. Wow.

You know, after all this is over,

you gonna need a job.

You can be my butler.

Would you like that?

Think about it.

- [plate shattering] - Chop, chop, n*gga.

Okay, so Cartier Kelly will be driving a U-Haul full of gold

across the Belle Isle bridge in one hour.

He'll be vulnerable.

And I have a feeling taking out Cartier

will solve more than one of your problems.

So long as Pump doesn't show up and cause any trouble.

Exactly.

[tense music]

- PUMP: Yo. - If you heading to

the Belle Isle, turn around.

- PUMP: What? - Now.

Wow. Thanks.

I called off Pump because

I don't like any mess at the club, but...

there's no gold.

Ha! Bullshit.

I heard it from the horse's mouth.

You were right about that.

Purples didn't k*ll Duncan because of some stolen gold.

He was a threat.

Got too big for his britches, like you.

Dunc's heist was a story they spread around

so they didn't have to pay their debts.

DIARRA: A strange feeling crept into my brain.

If we weren't stealing gold, what were we stealing?

Since we're being so open,

I just thought you should know...

Chris Steele is your son.

b*tch.

Your legacy isn't revitalizing Detroit.

It's whatever happens to him.

Pump was contained, but if we had no gold,

Cartier was still a big f*cking problem.

["She's a Bad Mama Jama" by Carl Carlton]

DJ: Go get it, man.

- [applause] - [Tory exclaims]

♪ She's a bad mama jama ♪

Get in there, n*gga. Get all the way in there.

♪ Just as fine as she can be, 'ey ♪

♪ She's a bad mama jama ♪

Wanna be rich, baby?

♪ Just as fine as she can be ♪

♪ Her body measurements are perfect in every dimension ♪

♪ She's got a figure that's sure enough getting attention ♪

- [record scratch] - [music stops]

[slow clapping]

DIARRA: Well, at least I thought Pump was contained.

Seem like nobody want me to come to this b*tch.

That's exactly why I pulled up anyway.

Yo, put the m*therf*cking music back on.

♪ She's poetry in motion ♪

DIARRA:And I wondered

if we were throwing a cold-a*s wedding or a funeral.

What do you mean there's no gold?

I don't know, Tea, but he seemed sure.

F-MOD GOON: No gold? The f*ck?

Cartier gonna--

♪ Got all the curves that men like ♪

♪ She's a bad mama jama ♪

[gasping]

DIARRA: Um...

I would like to make a toast.

And this g*n right here is a metaphor.

For, um...

- Love. - For marriage.

For love.

- Because, because you two-- - Um, because--

Let me do this. You are not romantic.

Is she even a friend of yours?

I'm gonna have to say something real

or somebody in this room is gonna sh**t you.

Most of my adult life,

I have been on a quest to grab just what you have.

You know, the man, the baby, the happily ever after.

The world could tell women that, you know,

if you don't have all of that sh*t by the time you ,

well then you may as well just k*ll yourself.

But that's not why I have the g*n.

Don't worry.

Can you imagine?

Um, but it can feel like, if you don't have it,

you don't exist.

Um, um, um, but, but, but, when we look at you two...

You look perfect.

But all I could think was,

I didn't want to be them anymore.

I didn't want to be checking off boxes.

I wanted to be checking those crates

in the underbelly, on the case.

But you are an old dream for my life.

[crowd gasping]

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on. Hold on.

Bring it back, D.

Um, sorry, y'all.

I'm gonna, I'm gonna really bring this back around.

You just gotta bear with me.

Hey, she's my teacher.

You said teacher?

Hell yeah, she used to f*ck with Danger.

Thank God that life is a choose your own adventure.

And may you treasure the journey that you're on.

PUMP: Wait, teacher, not preacher.

And um, I hope neither of you f*ck this up,

but if you do, I have a great divorce attorney.

- Hear, hear! - [g*nf*re]

Everybody run! Don't stop! Go, go!

I hate shotgun weddings.

Why are they always sh**ting

every time yo God damn a*s come around?

[g*nf*re]

STITCH: We gotta get out of here.

Go. Go, go, go.

I told you we should've eloped.

BRIDE: It was still fun.

- Not romantic, my a*s. - What?

f*ck, that's loud! Oh, f*ck!

[g*nf*re]

[somber music]

What the f*ck are you doing?

What the f*ck do you think I'm doing?

You cannot be out here.

This place is f*cking crawling with Woodward boys.

Yeah, well it's my karmic duty to keep you safe, D.

And I wish you would make it f*cking easier.

Just do me one favor.

- [g*nf*re] - Stay the f*ck right here.

What the f*ck?

Oh, God.

Okay.

- f*ck! - DIARRA: Okay. Okay, baby.

Okay.

Okay.

And that's when I would finally pass a motherhood challenge.

Okay.

- You're okay. - You're a teacher?

- Okay, just-- - You k*lled my dad.

No, no, no, no. Stop moving, baby.

And Aunt Velvet.

DIARRA: As non-traditional as I was,

I did the most thug-a*s sh*t any thug-a*s mom could ever do.

I lied my a*s off for his own good.

And I finally got the chance to protect Danger, too.

I was there, and I promise you, it was the Greeks.

Cap!

My dad said.

Yo daddy was wrong.

Respectfully, okay?

It was the Greeks.

Now, hold my hand.

[g*nf*re]

And be quiet.

Okay?

And that's when I realized

I wasn't waiting to become a mom.

In my way, I already was one.

Okay.

And I was already on an adventure with my family.

CARTIER: Pump!

Where you at, baby boy?

It's time.

To crown yo' king.

[stomach rumbling]

[Cartier groaning]

Hemlock. Bad for cows.

Bad for people, too.

BAILEY:I guess we know why the cow died.

She ate all this damn hemlock.

All right, bring me a plate, D.

I saw the ca-napes. Those shits look good.

Mm. Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm.

Mm, mm, mm.

[Cartier groaning]

But for good measure.

[sirens wailing]

LESLIE: Danger.

My n*gga home.

Come on, we gotta get out of here.

We got him, Ms. Brick. Appreciate it.

[siren wailing]

Okay.

D, we need to talk.

Now.

Okay, one second.

MAC: So, can you date me if I'm rich?

[Diarra sighing]

Is Harley the Chief?

Yes.

So, you let me run behind him.

Push myself into his circle.

- I was trying to protect you. - Stop. You...

He introduced me to Morgan.

And she had me move

I don't know how many kilos of cocaine into the city I love.

So, he set me up.

He targeted you.

To get leverage on the people that I love.

I'm sorry.

But I got leverage on his a*s now.

All this sh*t is gonna move very different from now on.

You were so pissed about me not telling you about Danger.

And you put that on me and not Tea.

Okay, Aja, I am f*cking exhausted.

I need to get in there and see what's in those f*cking crates.

Right. And after we do that, we're done.

I need a break.

You don't get to take a break, Aja.

We're family.

I can't do this anymore with you. This...

This mess, this chaos.

You might be built for this sh*t,

but I'm not.

Once we open up those crates...

it's over.

I don't believe you.

Believe it.

It's water.

- What? - What?

Y'all, it's water.

f*cking water.

AJA: What the f*ck?

DIARRA: This doesn't make any sense.

Did you check all the other boxes?

TEA: We checked every damn crate.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

This can't be.

I can't believe you're drinking that.

MAC: That's crisp.

That's definitely H- m*therf*cking...

Oh, God.

- We stole water? - It's f*cking water.

I'm f*cking out of here.

Wait, Aja. Wait--

[door slamming]

I felt like a fool.

[Diarra laughing]

I can't.

So people are dying all summer.

Somebody blowing up your car.

All those folks looking for some g*dd*mn water?

DIARRA: Yep.

Unless...

Unless one thing had nothing to do with the other.

You didn't blow up my Chevelle and try to k*ll me before.

You're looking for a b*tch-a*s n*gga.

Or female.

SWA: You have some suspects you want my P.I. to track down?

No, she's good. She's good.

I mean, she's an actual professional.

- I know who blew up Da Baby. - TEA: What baby?

The car.

It was Swa.

I've been helping you all summer.

The Woodward boys were looking for someone in a...

Mint condition, Chevelle.

So one of his questionable clients

must have tipped him off.

This wouldn't be my first questionable client.

So, he got rid of it to get them off my a*s.

SWA: She's good. She's an actual professional.

- Aw. - MAC: That's what men do.

I mean, we're protectors, you know?

Hm.

If you let us.

Boy, let it go.

No, Raqueeba. He's right.

Men do crazy sh*t to protect their women.

BOOKER: At the Coney, there were two shooters.

And one of them was me.

DIARRA: And women protect their men.

I know what happened in that Coney.

She let us take this fake sh*t because she was stalling us,

giving Booker time to set up in Black Castle.

BOOKER: Yeah, some chicks just be gangster as hell.

LISA: Handmade every dollhouse on this block, b*tch.

SWA: Industrial solvent.

[g*nsh*t]

DIARRA:I had no gold,

but suddenly, I had a new suspect who was still alive.

Of course she showed up to warn him.

- What the f*ck? - It was self-defense, baby.

I promise.

Holy sh*t.

Uh, we-- we-- we'll clean it up.

All right, all right.

What are you doing here?

Patto's people are still looking for you.

BOOKER: Oh, f*ck.

CUSTOMER: Drove down from Blair, Michigan.

BOOKER: Here. Take this and get out of here.

- Okay. - PATTO: Sorry, old man.

I'm prepared to go pretty high.

Yo, yo, yo. Auction's off.

[fast-forwarded speech]

DIARRA:And then militia b*tch showed up in Irma's mask.

[masked woman whistling]

MASKED WOMAN: Where's the desk?

LISA: Get away from him!

DIARRA: And Lisa got protective.

Lisa?

MASKED WOMAN: Relax, little girl.

Don't touch my f*cking boyfriend.

BOOKER: She gotta g*n.

Oh, f*ck. f*ck, f*ck, f*ck. f*ck, f*ck.

Some chicks are pretty gangster.

f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck.

DIARRA: And he did everything he could

to keep her name out of it.

That sound about right so far.

I have a friend out in Blair.

She spoke to the daughter of the victim.

She said his phone pinged off Gratiot two days after he died.

What do you want?

Just the truth.

f*ck, f*ck.

Come on, come on. It's gonna be all right. Just hide.

- Don't need to stay here. - Booker.

- I'll take care of everything. - [metal clanging]

Shh, it's okay, it's okay, bro. It's okay.

I don't want to hurt you, old man.

I didn't see anything.

I wouldn't tell nobody if I did.

We can forget the whole damn thing.

Okay.

Are you f*cking filming me?

I'm gonna wipe down the g*n.

LISA: I got furniture solvent in my car.

It'll clean the prints.

BOOKER: Here. Keep that safe.

LISA: I was just trying to protect him.

I only saw the video once.

It shows before Booker k*lled that old white guy.

Proves that your boyfriend didn't do it.

[Diarra sighing]

DIARRA: There wasn't as much gold as we thought, but...

this is Booker's cut.

He would have wanted you to have it.

Hm.

I'm sorry, Lisa.

I really am.

You take care, okay?

And girl, don't k*ll nobody else.

I'm serious.

ORA: So wait a minute.

Sincere went down there because of Ron's dumb a*s

and got caught in a booby trap?

Am I saying that right?

Mm-hmm, that's right.

But as far as I know, you were the only woman he was seeing.

So, I'm sorry.

And congratulations, you know?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

- I said I was gonna pay you. - Okay.

Okay? I'm gonna pay you.

DIARRA: Okay.

He loved me.

Thank you.

Hm.

My first paying client.

What?

He got a Gucci short set and I get $?

What was money to the Patron Saint

of Lost Negroes and Causes?

I was still a mother archetype and a bad m*therf*cker.

And in that moment, I felt so good.

♪ Ain't no love in the heart of the city ♪

Everyone wants their kids

to be the change they want to see in the world.

To live better, more noble lives.

The ones they just couldn't live.

REPORTER: What's next for Chris Steele?

Chris Steele has been cleared of all wrongdoing.

He will not be giving any statements at this time.

He's instructed me to ask all of you to respect his privacy

and allow him to return to his normal life.

DIARRA:But I was already doing sh*t on my own terms.

I didn't need to force my legacy on a thing unborn.

- Oh, sh**t, I gotta go. - What?

I've got that meeting about Abe.

- They wanna check the crib. - Oh.

Make sure I'm fit to foster.

Uh-huh.

Well, you just get rid of all them random drawers

you got strewn all over your house

and you'll be aight.

♪ Ain't no love in the heart of the city ♪

♪ Ain't no love in the heart of town ♪

♪ Ain't no love, and it's sure is a pity ♪

Word is Pump takes his cues from you.

DIARRA:They say some women carry babies in their womb.

Some women carry all of them,

a whole city.

And some women carry themselves.

So, I was embracing the fact

that adventure was my new normal.

Kings :.

And the water fell all around the altar.

And it even...

Filled the trench also with water.

DIARRA: And Dunc's final note was telling me that

adventure was still calling.

Dunc had the foresight to know

that water wouldn't always be free.

It was a lasting legacy for his sons.

So, this is what Harley and Erma were looking for?

DIARRA: Uh-huh. Liquid gold.

I think that Dunc's treasure was the spring.

And I think it's directly below us.

Dunc found his treasure exactly halfway

between Trinity Rose and Thomas Gunn.

My client deserves better. The city deserves better.

It's time for a change around here.

[shutters clicking]

Excuse us. Please. Please. Please.

♪ On the city, oh ♪

HARLEY: I need a new Velvet.

People called her a gangster,

but she helped me keep the peace.

She and I,

well, we accepted the fact that nothing in this city

is ever going to be tied up neat.

Some of us have to stand in the gray as a sacrifice.

You understand what I mean?

Son?

I bet this water hasn't seen a surface

in like a hundred years.

What?

Purity contents off the charts.

Okay, so how much is it worth?

I mean, depending on the mineral content, up to a billion.

With a B.

So, what-- what-- what do we do with it?

Keep Dunc's secret until we figure that out.

Yeah.

DIARRA: And I already know you can keep a secret.

[knocking on door]

You ever had a feeling like a fresh chapter of your life

had already begun,

but you still needed to close the last one?

I just kept telling myself, don't get dickmatized.

Don't get dickmatized.

How's your mom?

Yeah, I thought she'd be on my a*s,

but I think she's processing.

Giving me space, which I needed.

That's why I've been giving you time and space.

I'm not pressuring you to see me.

Yeah, thank you for that. I needed it.

I think it's good that you went home to your mom.

I think that might have been where we messed up before.

We did sh*t out of order.

[both chuckling]

- I know this is weird. - Yeah, yeah it is.

- Yeah. - And I know we had that look.

- Yes. - Yeah.

We definitely had a look.

- So we should talk. - So we should talk.

- There we go. You first. - Yes.

No, no, no.

You first.

Okay, we go at the same time.

- Okay. Okay. - Okay, ready?

- Mm-hmm. - One.

- Mm-hmm. - Two.

Three.

- We should get married. - We should break up.

You know, I was thinking that too.

But then I kept thinking.

I love you.

And if there's anyone who can teach a kid

how to protect themselves, it's me and you.

And as far as kid names go,

I mean Wolverine Steele goes pretty hard, right?

Wolverine Steele does go pretty hard.

Truth was, I was done with limbo.

I had to leap off the edge one way or another.

Adventure tip:

the thing that scares you the most

might be the thing you should try.