02x02 - High Crimes

[bunniefuu]

- Excuse me, do you need some help?

- I'm FBI, I'm working your boyfriend's case.

- Thank you. - You know I love you, girl.

- Look at that file, his first wife.

- I need to see him.

- My dad wanted to have a drag show after his funeral.

My dad was thinking that maybe we could turn it into

a fundraiser for Maurice. - Really?!

- I told you the truth,

if you don't believe me, just go.

Go!

- I love you.

- I get stabbed to death, and he gets the girl. Got it.

- Everything inside is being seized by the US government.

- No, you can't-- - Move!

- Andi! - Stop!

- Stop. Andi, stop! - Stop. Okay?

- What are you doing? - Do you wanna be arrested?

- What is he doing with these boxes?

What is he doing? He can't do that!

- Right here, it's okay, I got her, just go.

It's okay. Go, go.

Andi. What is happening? - No, Karen.

- No, no, no. - Karen! Get out of my way!

Stop! This is my stuff! - Andi, stop.

- You know what you're doing. - Listen--

- You know this is bullshit. - Stop.

- This is my stuff, this isn't his!

- Do you wanna be arrested? - No, she doesn't.

She doesn't--stop! Andi! What are you doing?!

- Karen, they're taking my things!

Do you not see that?! They're taking my sh*t!

- Yes, I see, but please, you're scaring me.

- Let's hurry it up. - Just explain to me

what's going on so I can go in and I can talk

to somebody and I can help. - This...is mine.

- KAREN: Okay. - This is not his!

I don't deserve this! - Who?

- Gary's! - What about Gary?

What does he have to do with this?

- This isn't right, this isn't right.

- I know it isn't, but stop. This is the FBI, okay?

Just stop it now.

- Okay. - Okay?

- Okay. I'm fine. I'm fine.

- KAREN: No! No, Andi, stop! Stop, Andi, no!

Stop! Stop! - Stop, stop! Listen to me.

Stop. I've asked you three times,

do you wanna get arrested? - She doesn't, just--please--

- Okay, then she better act like it.

- Okay, I got her, I got her.

I got her. I promise.

- Look, maybe she should leave. - I promise, okay?

- I'm not leaving until I know where my stuff is going.

- I'm taking her, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- Karen. Karen. And go where, Karen?

- I got her, okay, I got her, I got her.

- Come on, come on. - Where am I gonna go?

- Away. Now. Okay. Oh, thank God.

Help me, help me.

- [indistinct chatter]

- Okay, come on.

- You had me drive to Alabama,

then tell me you got a ride, girl, what's going on?

- Danni, no. - No, I just...

I need my gas money.

- Okay, but not right now, okay? Just...it's gon' be okay.

- You know, that was a long ride, girl.

Shaking and sh*t 'cause my car's out of alignment.

- Danni-- - Or I was shaking

'cause I was ridin' dirty. - Danni, stop it.

This is serious, there's some serious sh*t going on inside,

okay? Just... - Just tell me what the hell

is going on. - We will. Later. Okay?

[exhale] Can we just go to your place?

- Yeah, but... [clears throat] - KAREN: It's okay.

- Are they gonna follow us? - Stop now.

- DANNI: I gotta protect my bag. - Stop now.

- It's a small bag-- - KAREN: Stop talking.

Lead the way. Okay? - DANNI: Come on now.

- We gotta go. Thank you.

- DANNI: Is anyone gonna tell me what's going on?

- Just go, lead the way. - DANNI: Come on, then. Come on.

- Oh, my God.

- ♪ My girls hold me down, them boys mess around ♪

♪ And my love life is a headache ♪

♪ We going out tonight

♪ 'Cause I'm looking for love ♪

- Uh, can we help you?

- Yes. We have a warrant for the contents

in Andi Barnes's office.

- Uh, yes, one moment, please. - Where's her office?

- I need to get my boss. - Ma'am, where's her office?

- Sir. I would get fired. - We're going with you, ma'am.

- Sir, I will get fired if I let you back here.

Now, please, I'm--please, I need this job, Officer,

'cause--please, please.

- Okay. - FATIMA: Thank you--

- AGENT WATT: Go get your boss.

- Thank you.

- ♪

♪

- MAN: Bellamy? - Sir?

- MAN: Yes? - There's an FBI agent out front

that wants access to Ms. Barnes's office.

- MAN: See if they have a warrant.

- Yes, yes, thank you.

- ♪

- Hi, um, he's on his way up.

Can I get you all some coffee?

- No. We're going back.

We'll talk to you when we're done.

- Yes, sir.

- I can't believe this.

- You gonna tell me what happened now?

- He was embezzling money from his firm.

- What? - Yeah.

- Andi, did you know? - No!

- So then why are they taking your stuff?

- He asked me to move some money into my account

to hide from his wife. - Andi, what--

- I know, I know.

- So now they're taking all your stuff?

- They can take everything.

- How can they even prove that you--

- I have the money in my account

so they said they can seize everything.

- Damn.

- My car, my clothes, my apartment.

- Look, you gotta get a lawyer who handles

this kind of stuff, Andi. - I know.

- Wait, can you be arrested for this?

- I hope not, I--I-- I didn't do anything.

- I know that, but... but can you?

- I need a lawyer, I have to-- I have to figure that out,

I don't know.

- Alright, well, who can you call?

- There's one guy at my job that maybe I can call.

- Alright, call him.

- He took my phone. I don't have anything.

- Look, when we get to Danni's house,

you can just look up somebody-- - Can we go to Sabrina's,

please?

- You're right, you're right. I'll call her.

- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

- ♪

- SABRINA: Hello? - Girl,

something is up with Andi.

- SABRINA: Is she okay? - I don't know,

but the FBI is taking all her sh*t out her house.

- What? The FBI?

- DANNI: Yeah and I don't know what's going on.

- Okay, um...damn.

- Alright, well, we're all about to go my house.

Can you come?

- SABRINA: Girl, my boss is here right now, I really can't.

Honestly, I need to get off the phone.

- [phone buzzing] - Wait, hold on.

- SABRINA: I have to get off the phone.

- Hold on, it's Karen, sh*t.

- [call beeps] - Hey.

- Hey, um, we're going to Brina's.

- DANNI: Um, she's at work. - I know, I got a key.

- Okay, what's wrong with my apartment?

- KAREN: Danni, it's not the time to be sensitive--

- I'm not being sensitive, we had a plan. Fine, whatever.

- It's fine, I'll call her and let her know,

just meet us there, okay?

- No, don't worry about it, um, she's on the other line,

I'll tell her. - KAREN: Oh, perfect.

We'll see you there. - [call beeps]

- Hey, that was Karen. - SABRINA: What happened?

- They wanna go to your apartment.

- Okay, y'all got the key. - DANNI: Alright.

- Okay bye.

- Sabrina. I need to talk to you.

- Yes, Ms. India?

- I just got a phone call.

Did you authorize this wire?

- Yes, I did.

- How many forms of ID did you get?

- Well, it was over the phone.

- You didn't flag this?

- I mean, it's a friend of mine, India.

- It's a friend of yours and you didn't flag this?

You just received this wire without following protocol?

- Did I do something wrong? - Yes!

You didn't follow protocol.

- I'm really sorry.

- You know, the FBI is gonna wanna talk to you.

- Talk to m--talk to me, why? - Just go home. Just go home.

- Wait, are you firing me right now?

- No, Sabrina, but this is really not good.

- Well, can you at least tell me what's going on--?

- I can't. Just go home. I'll call you.

- But does that mean you're firing me, India?

- Sabrina, go home. I will call you.

The FBI will be in touch.

Go. Now.

And just take your purse.

Leave your keycards and your access badges.

- Okay.

- ♪

- [exhales]

- ♪

- We're here. Come on, come in. Come in, come in.

Let me help you. [indistinct chatter]

Now we're just gonna have a seat,

let's sit down, sit down.

Can I get you some wine, make you feel better?

Just...a bit of a drink.

- Does she have anything stronger?

- Let me check, let me check.

- [knocking] - KAREN: Okay.

- Can someone tell me what's going on now?

- Oh, wait, we're looking for wine or something.

- Oh, girl, I got some something.

- Oh, you do. - DANNI: Mm-hmm.

Got a little bit of that Ciroc vodka.

- I'll take that. - Okay.

- Mm-hmm. That was vodka.

- KAREN: We can all use it-- Andi. Andi.

- Girl, this is the gin or something.

- Mm-hmm.

- Did you steal this from work, Danni?

- It's impossible to steal from people you work for.

- I don't think that's how that works.

- It's impossible, they owe me plenty.

- Okay, I don't-- - [indistinct chatter]

- KAREN AND DANNI: Hey.

- Thought you had to go to work.

- Got sent home. - What?

- Yeah. - Okay, why?

- For signing...for...

and receiving a wire transfer on my friend's account.

Now the FBI wants to talk to me.

- Wait, girl, you be doing dirty sh*t too

and not telling me? - Danni, shut up.

- I knew you be having too much money.

It's a real cute dress, girl. How'd you buy it?

- Stop. Stop it, Danni, just stop.

Okay? - You right.

- Andi, you wanna tell me what the hell's going on?

- Just tell her, okay? Just...it's okay.

- Gary got arrested. - For what?

- For embezzlement and a bunch of other charges.

When they, um, saw that he put the money in my account,

they thought I was involved.

I'm so sorry, Sabrina.

- I could lose my job.

- ANDI: Sorry. - Over Gary.

- I know, and--I know.

Why are you looking at me like that?

- Like what? - KAREN: Danni.

- What? - Don't do it.

- Y'all know I'mma say what's on my mind--

- Don't. Don't.

- Girl, you in this nice apartment,

you driving one of them really exclusive Benzes--

- Okay. Danni, I'm just gonna stop you right there, okay?

Just don't. - Danni.

- Mm-hmm? - You know I wouldn't do

something like that. - She knows it.

- You know that! - She knows that.

She knows that.

- I just lost everything and you're saying

some sh*t like that to me? - It's okay.

- Girl, I'm sorry, I'm just trying to help you

understand the optics.

- Just relax.

Danni, stop smoking all that weed, okay?

- Karen, you know I'll k*ll a b*tch if I don't have that.

- Look, we all gotta figure this out, okay?

- Andi, we could go to prison. - Wait.

I mean, all of us. Together. - Sorry.

- I could really lose my job.

- All of us need to figure this out together, okay?

We got this.

- I'm--I'm trying to figure

something out. - KAREN: What?

- Karen, why is there blood all over your pants, girl?

[slurps] - What's going on, Karen?

- DANNI: Nobody noticed that? - What is that?!

- Okay. It's fine.

- Karen, what is it? - Karen...

- It's fine. - It's fine?

- It's fine. - SABRINA: Blood is fine?

- Y'all remember Aaron's wife-- ex, ex-wife, ex-wife.

Her brother tried to come after me last night.

- What? - Excuse me?

- Karen. - Yes.

He stabbed Zac. - Wait.

- Zac is fine, though, okay? He's fine.

The brother had to get stitches, I shot him.

I shot his a*s. - You shot his a*s?

- Danni, damn, shh! - She said him, which him?

- I shot the brother. - Is he okay?

- Who gives a--who gives a sh*t if the m*rder*r...

- I don't want random people to die, Danni, I give a sh*t.

- He's fine, okay? My mama patched him up.

He's alive, that's all I know.

Can I get one of those?

- Me too. - It's the last one.

- Okay. - Give it to me. Can I--

- It's the last one. - b*tch, you steal them.

- Give it here.

- I don't steal from my job.

- SABRINA: Karen, that seems like a lot, I'm sorry.

- Why?

I didn't do nothing to that woman.

- ANDI: You didn't. - KAREN: No, I didn't.

- You--you was talking to her husband

and they weren't divorced. - Shh!

- Talking to him, not f-- him.

- Exactly. - Should we bring up Byron?

- Should we? I think we should.

- Let it settle. - Mm-hmm.

- I ain't telling yo a*s sh*t else in life.

- That man was too old for you. - He was my tune-up man.

- He was a -year-old barber with a baby on the way.

- Clearly he still has the juice, okay?

- Okay, just-- - Sorry, okay?

- Who can you call, Andi, huh? Who can you call?

- You're going through this and you're worried about me.

- Yes. Who can you call?

- I don't know, there's a tax attorney at my job

and maybe he can help me. - Okay, call him.

- [exhales] This is so embarrassing.

- Just do it, okay? - Okay, I'm sorry.

Okay, um...

Sabrina? - Hmm?

- Can I use your computer?

- Yeah, it's in the room, no password.

- [heels clicking] - [door opening]

[door shuts] - Danni?

- Hmm?

How much money was in that account, friend?

- KAREN: [groans]

- I can't tell you guys that.

- Mm-mm. Mm-mm. - I can't.

- How much money was in that account, Sabrina?

- million dollars. - DANNI: My God.

- What?! - She going to jail.

She going to jail. - Fourteen? Fourteen?

- SABRINA: That's what I'm trying to say.

- Now you interested. - No, but--

- Now you wanna know. - SABRINA: Jail.

I'm gonna go get a drink [unintelligible]

- I just--I--God, I had hope that this was all

gonna turn out okay, I didn't know this was that bad.

Can that be?

- [phone ringing]

- Benson, Jones, and Leeland Law.

- ANDI: Fatima? - Andi?

- ANDI: Yeah. - I've been calling you.

- I don't have my phone.

- FATIMA: Oh.

- Why were you calling me?

- There are FBI agents here going through your things.

- ANDI: That's probably the same people from my house.

- [exhale] Well, they wanna talk to me.

- Why? - FATIMA: I don't know,

but I ain't telling folks sh*t.

- Fatima, there's nothing to tell.

- I know that, but I don't wanna say nothing.

- ANDI: Fatima.

- Look, I'm telling you right now, I'm going in

and I'm playing dumb as sh*t.

- Will you just listen to me, please?

- FATIMA: I'm sorry.

- Okay. There's a tax attorney at the job, his name is Mike.

I need you to get his information for me.

- Oh, yeah.

- ANDI: Why do you say it like that?

- I know Mike.

- Okay, well, I need his information.

- FATIMA: He's just...ugh.

- Fatima, what's the problem?

- Nothing, nothing.

- ANDI: Fatima, I'm in trouble and I need some legal advice.

- Okay, well, what about Hayden? - ANDI: Who?

- He works over here and he's really good.

- I don't know him, mm-mm.

- FATIMA: I know him. Can I have him call you?

- [sighs] Yeah.

- Alright, well, you don't have your phone,

where can he call? - ANDI: Tell him to call me

on Karen's phone. - Okay, alright.

And look, I got all your personal sh*t out your office.

- You did what? - FATIMA: The letters you wrote

to Gary, I took it all, and I cleared your hard drive.

- ANDI: Fatima, I didn't do anything wrong.

- I know that, but I'm not giving them sh*t.

- ANDI: Okay, Fatima, thank you.

- Okay. Alright, bye.

- ♪

- Come in.

- Oh. Hi.

- [scoffs] This -- dude.

- Is Karen here? - No.

- Yo, that's a lot of blood.

- Yeah, my blood, and it's on your hands.

- Hold on, what?

- Look, you're the reason all this is happening,

you don't feel no way about that?

- Look, I didn't mean for any of this to happen.

- What does that even mean,

you don't mean for this to happen,

while being the only reason all this is happening?!

- Well, I'm sorry. Alright? - Yes. Yes, you are sorry.

You are.

- Look, just tell her I came by, alright?

- I ain't telling her sh*t.

You call her, you got her number.

- Yeah, I do.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait. Wait.

Come here. Since you always popping up.

How is it that you don't know that she's not here?

Like, you don't--you don't call before you come,

you just come by? - [sighs] Yeah.

- And she lets you do that?

- Look, my friend-- - Ah, whoa! Stop right there.

I am not your friend.

- Okay, but I'm not trying to be your enemy.

- You're not my enemy neither. - Okay, good.

- Great. But you a --boy though.

And you need to just get out of here.

I'm tired of seeing you everywhere I go.

- Look, I know this is hard for you, brother.

- Why are you talking to me? - Listen, I get it, alright?

You don't really have a good job, you can't help her pay

the bills, and then I come along and I--

- Bro! What--are you--is this supposed to be a pep talk?

Look at--look at what you did. Look at me.

- I'm not trying to insult you, okay, I'm just saying--

- You like doing that. You like saying,

"I'm not trying to insult you" while insulting me.

"I didn't mean for everybody to die," but everybody's dying.

- I'm just saying this all wrong, okay? So--

- Everything you do--look at me! Everything you do is wrong!

I'm cleaning my own blood in my ex-girlfriend's house

with pink gloves on! Look at me!

Look--no, look at me! Look at me!

Just look, don't--just look. Look, look, look at--

this is my blood. Pink gloves.

Everything you do is wrong, bro.

- I'm sorry, alright? - Yes. You are sorry.

You said that already. Okay?

Can you just say whatever you say

on the other side of the door?

- Look, I don't wanna argue with you, so...

- I don't wanna argue with you neither, you just popping up.

Look, well then--wait, wait, wait, come back, come back,

come back, come back one more time. One more time.

- What?

- I just realized...

She be talking to you about me?

- Look-- - No, no, no, no.

She be talking to you about me, right?

So what did she say?

- I'm not gonna do this. - Oh, now you wanna leave.

Now--jo--you a -- joker. You a joker, son.

- [phone ringing]

- I'm pretty sure this is her.

Pretty sure this is her. - [phone ringing]

- Y'all must, like, be telepathically synced.

Yeah?

- Hey, Zac, um...

I'm actually at Brina's house,

can you bring some clothes for me?

- Yeah. - KAREN: Okay, perfect.

- I've got it. - KAREN: Thank you.

- I'm on my way.

[mumbling] Hold up, brother.

Don't go nowhere.

You can finally be useful for once.

You wanna take a ride?

- What?

- Your girl need clothes.

And I ain't got no car.

So, you wanna just take 'em to her together?

- Nah, I can just take 'em to her.

- You right, you could do that.

Do you know where Sabrina lives, though?

- No, but you can just give me the address.

I can do that.

- Or you can just...give me a ride over there

and we can take 'em together.

- You know, just let me call her real quick.

- Why are you calling her for? Why would you do that?

Like, you just be popping up any other time,

now you wanna call her 'cause you're coming with me?

Alright. Stay right there. Don't move.

If anybody pop up, help me k*ll the --.

Can you at least do that?

Everybody else around you dying.

One more won't hurt.

- Would you just get the clothes, my friend?

- Hey, one more time, I'm not your friend.

- But you wanna ride in my car?

- I need the ride, your girl need the clothes,

what you want me to do?

- I can bring them.

- I said we're going together.

- Alright fine, fine, just grab the clothes.

- I will, I'm gon' step over my blood.

Can I step over my blood?

- Man, can you just get her clothes? Please?

You know, I'll be in the car.

- No. You supposed to be here

in case somebody comes and protect me!

- I'll be in the car. Bye.

- Oh, -- man, I... [mumbling]

Ah!

Karen, I do this sh*t for you, Karen.

- ♪

- Got a second? - Yeah.

- I need to talk to you.

- About? - My boss.

- I'm sorry, I can't get into any of that.

- Look. She and I are the only black women here,

and you're one of two black men here,

you've gotta help her. - Fatima.

- Look, I don't wanna hear it.

- I saw the FBI going into her office.

- She's innocent. - Of what?

- Whatever they're blaming her for.

- I don't-- - Look, you are going

to help her.

- It's just really, really risky.

- That's what you became a lawyer for.

- No, I don't wanna get in the middle of this.

- Come on, you can help her.

- How do you know that? - sh*t, you're brilliant.

- Thank you. - Right, now help her,

or... - Oh. Oh, I see.

So you about to start bringing up past sh*t, right?

- I was...not gonna do that. - You sure?

- Maybe. - [laughs]

'Cause you know, that card is getting real old.

- Don't play with me. - Look, I'm sorry, okay?

- Look, just help her out.

- And if I don't? - I'm gonna call my mama

and tell her you wouldn't help me.

- Damn. Not your mama. - Yeah.

- You gon' do me like that? - And you know

she gon' call yours 'cause you know they go to church

every Sunday together, try me. - Okay, okay.

I will call her. - Thank you.

But do not call her on these phones.

Go over there, I have an address to where she is.

- [scoffs] Is there anything else?

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Now, you know you owe me, right? - I got you.

And you'll be happy you did it.

- You promise? - Yes.

- Okay.

And you better be sure she's worth it.

- Just...help her out, she's solid as sh*t.

- Fine. - Thanks.

- HAYDEN: I got you.

- [door closing]

- ♪

- [knocking at door]

- If this is not chocolate or a fine man, please go away.

- I guess one out of two ain't bad.

- Hey, Calvin. - Hey.

- I'm sorry to hear about your dad.

- Yeah, sorry to hear about what happened to you.

- [laughs] Well, a b*tch is still flawless, so...

- Yes, you are. - Hmm. How you doing?

- I should be asking you that. - I'm fine.

- Maurice. - What?

- Well, I thought I'd come by to check for myself.

- That is very nice of you to come and check on me, Calvin.

- Come on, man, you know I got love for you.

- What else do you have for me?

- Candy. - Ooh, give it to me, daddy.

- [laughs] No. I mean real candy.

- Ah, sh*t. - What's wrong with you now?

- I thought you was talking about something I can suck on,

like peppermint p*nis, nut nougat, tootsie stick--

- Okay, okay, stop.

- I'm just saying. - Look, that's the only candy

you're gonna get from me.

- Thank you anyway. - You're welcome.

- You sure you don't wanna have sex with me?

It'd really make me feel better.

- Look, come on, man.

- Is that an invitation? - No.

- [scoffs] Whatever.

- I'm told that you're doing fine.

- Very fine, been fine.

- Come on, Maurice. - I am. Look at me.

Look at my little legs. - Stop, man, this ain't no joke.

- [sighs] Listen. I know.

- Look, I got two dads that went through the same sh*t.

- Did they? - Yes. This isn't a joke.

- Let me tell you something, Calvin.

Us queens, we know how to smile through some things.

Hmm, you don't get to be this age without knowing that.

I'm , but still.

- Maurice, you're ? - Yes, b*tch, don't try me.

Get into the skin. - Alright, alright. Hey.

- I'll never let a mother-- take my joy, I can tell you that.

- Well, I'm glad. - Yes, I am doing just fine.

- Well, since you're doing just fine, I was thinking

that, you know, maybe we could go out.

You know, grab a drink, just relax.

- You trying to take a b*tch to dinner?

- Sure, why not? Dinner, dancing, clubbing,

whatever you wanna do.

- Oh, Calvin, that is so sweet of you to think of me.

I'm not available. - Maurice, come on, man!

- What? I'm trying to get disability,

I can't be out doing death drops and twirling

and dancing and sh*t, you'll never find me.

- Okay, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but...

you ain't got no money.

- Then I'll travel to Biloxi.

- Look, forget what you're talking about,

you're coming out with me.

If I can smile after losing my dad,

you can at least come out and get a drink with your boy.

- I guess you have a point, I will think about it.

- Alright, well, don't think too long.

- Uh, Calvin? - Mm-hmm?

- How old is your living daddy? - Maurice.

- I'm just saying, uh, he could use some comforting.

Bereavement.

- Are you really saying this to me right now?

- Oh, yes. I can do an old white man for the right price.

- [chuckles] Look, man, I'm glad you're feeling better.

I gotta get back to see my dad, but I'll check on you.

- Uh-huh, tell your dad to call me, girl.

Have mercy.

I love a daddy.

- ♪ You remember all of the times ♪

♪ But girl

♪ You thought you were going out of your mind ♪

♪ There's no one that's going harder ♪

♪ Remember that you're a queen

- What are you doing? - You can't be doing this.

- Danni, what? - [indistinct mumbling]

- SABRINA: What is it?! - I--I--you got my perfume

all over your couch.

- Danni, I don't wear your perfume,

I know how you get.

- Girl, it's all over the couch, though. I can smell it.

- Oh, sh*t.

- What?

- It's Calvin.

- Calvin wears my perfume, Sabrina?

- No, Danni, it's just a man's version, okay?

- Oh, Sabrina.

There is no man's version of it.

- You know what? I don't even care.

I don't, 'cause I'm really--

- DANNI: Karen, smell this pillow.

- I ain't smelling that. - Karen.

- I don't even care about all that anymore.

I'm not gonna sit here and let you judge him.

- Moi? - Yes.

- I don't recall me sending me pictures of him in panties.

- Danni. - Hmm?

- I don't care about him in pant--I don't care

about it anymore! - You want--you--you want

someone-- - SABRINA: What?!

- I'm sorry, it seemed like you was about

to say something else, go ahead, go ahead.

- I just like him, is that okay? A lot, that's all.

- That's all that matters. - Right, that's all that matters

because all that other stuff that you're judging him on,

I'm not judging him anymore.

Especially after what happened to Maurice.

- I understand that. - Well...

- It's good. - Can he at least stop

wearing panties and perfume?

- Danni. - Stop it, Danni.

You know what? Honestly, he stopped wearing the panties,

he wears underwear now. - Mm. That's great.

If that's what you want. - Mm-hmm, I know.

- Yeah. - He's trying. For me.

- KAREN: That's nice. - What about the vibrator?

- Girl, I cannot with you,

you got to stop-- - You're thinking it.

- I'm not thinking it, I'm thinking a whole bunch

of other stuff, I'm not thinking that.

- [sighs] I don't care about the vibrator, Danni.

He's just...

He's a good guy and he treats me nice.

And he told me he loved me today.

- Wait, what?

- Mm-hm. - KAREN: Okay, well, do you...

do you love him?

- I like him a lot.

- Wait, what am I missing?

- She said it. Go ahead.

You like him? You love him?

- I like him a lot. - KAREN: Oh, okay.

- Mm-hmm, he told me that he loved me,

but I didn't have to say anything now,

I will later. - That's nice.

- DANNI: How did he say it, girl?

Was he like, "Love you!" or was he like,

"I love you, girl"? - KAREN: Oh, yeah.

- I don't know, when was the last time you heard

"I love you"? - KAREN: Ooh.

- You know what? We don't have any room to judge her at all.

- Exactly. - Cheers.

- What did, uh... what did he say?

- Hmm, I spoke with Fatima and she said that he's--

- Sorry. I'm sorry, who's Fatima?

- Oh, she is my assistant and paralegal. Well, she was.

- She was. Do you trust her?

- More and more every day, yeah. - SABRINA: That's good.

- Damn. - What?

- All the evidence was at my house.

- What, Andi? - I had evidence that Bellamy,

my boss, Gary's ex-wife, and Morris were all trying

to set him up.

- You have evidence. - I had it, yeah.

- Solid proof? I don't understand, what?

- So they're all... just in on it together.

- Right. Yes. - Yeah!

- There's something about this I'm not buying.

- No, Danni, I saw it. I saw it.

- Where, Andi? Where is this evidence?

- The private investigator gave me a folder

and she told me about everything.

But it's at my house.

- Okay, what can we do?

- Call the P.I. and see if they got, um, duplicates.

- Yes, okay, yeah, you're right, you're right.

- Here, use my phone. - Thank you. Thank you.

Password. - -----oh.

Girl that's an old iPhone, what are you talking about?

----. - Oh, my God.

- SABRINA: Can you hurry up?! - Okay, sorry, sorry, sorry.

- [call tone ringing]

- [phone buzzing]

- Hey? - ANDI: Hey, Fatima.

- I just talked to him, he's on the way

right after work.

- ANDI: Okay, that's-- that's great, um...

uh, can you, uh, call Leslie?

- FATIMA: Sure. - Thank you, I had some files

that were lost in all this, I--I need them.

Can you see if she has backups?

- FATIMA: I'm sure she does. - Okay, thank you.

- Okay, I'll call her right now. - ANDI: Okay.

- No problem. - ANDI: Thank you.

- Bye.

- [exhales] I know she has backups.

She has to have backups.

- She better have backups. - She better have backups.

- SABRINA: She has to have backups.

- She's gonna have backups.

- DANNI: I got a question. - GROUP: [groaning]

- Can I ask a question, b*tches?

- Don't do it, you know it's crazy.

- What is it, Danni?

- Thank you. - You're gonna regret this.

- Why were you in Alabama?

- What?

- [gasping] You're interested, you mean...

I said something that made sense?!

- What's going on?

- He took me out there to look at a house.

- He? Gary? Um...a house?

- Yeah. A farm he wants to move to.

- So you think you got green eggs and ham--

- Okay, Danni, can you just be serious for a second?

- I'm just saying, what, she gon' up and move

to the country? This is a city hoe.

- Okay.

- His wife said he was an isolator.

And...I'm seeing that now.

- This is sounding bad, Andi.

- That--that's 'cause it is bad, Sabrina.

- KAREN: Danni.

- She clearly don't get it, though.

- KAREN: Danni. - Yes, yes, Karen?

- Would you like to go home? - That's a great idea, Karen.

- Okay, fine. - 'Cause I mean, look,

we're all going through stuff right now,

so if you could just, like, you know, just... [sighs]

- Alright, I'm--I am here for support, I'm just--

processing. - Then can you act like you can

support us by just...shh.

- I'm sorry. - Or support us by going home.

- I said I'm sorry, you're not gonna get too many more of them.

- [phone ringing]

- Who's this? Hello? - GARY: Hi, Karen?

- Yeah? - GARY: Have you seen Andi?

- Who is this? - GARY: This is Gary.

- Gary? - [whispering] What the --?!

- [whispering] Okay, okay. - Speaker, b*tch.

- [whispering] Okay! Hold on. Hold on!

- [whispering] Now.

- How did you get this number?

- GARY: Look, I'm sorry, but I have my lawyer on the phone,

we're trying to reach Andi.

- Oh, okay, well, I ain't with her.

- Please, Karen, it's very important that we talk.

- What's so important? I'll pass it on.

- GARY: I'm sure she's told you.

- Told me what?

- About the FBI. Embezzlement. My first wife.

- First wife?! What the--?

- GARY: Look, I'm sorry about all this, okay?

I swear to you I'm telling you the truth, okay?

I did nothing wrong, I'm being set up by my ex-wife.

- Okay, Gary, I'mma pass it on, okay?

- Karen?

Look, I know you don't know me,

but I promise you I'm telling you the truth.

- Okay. Danni, take it away?

- Uh-huh. - I'll hold it for you.

- Hey, Gary? This is Danni.

- Danni? - DANNI: Hey, uh, we met once.

- Oh, hi. - Hi.

Can I ask you some questions, sugar?

- No, no, no. - GARY: Yeah, sure.

- Uh, who the -- do you think we are?

- Hmm. - Who the -- you think you are?

- What do you mean? - DANNI: Huh!?

Oh, you trying to sell bullshit,

put it on a stick and call it fudge.

- I know it looks and sounds bad, okay?

But this is the truth.

- Oh, okay, see, I got some truth for you, baby.

See, here's the truth.

You're a lying a*s. - [agreeing]

- Trifling a*s. - Danni, gentle!

- b*tch a*s, married a*s, -- deserve everything

that's coming to him. - Hang on!

Let me tell him something! - Don't call her!

- Listen up, now, hang up.

- Don't--stop!

You ain't got nothing to say to her!

- Hang up! - KAREN: Get off the phone!

- Hang up! - KAREN: Hang up! [screams]

Hang up the phone! - You heard me?!

- I'm hanging up! - You're knocking

the liquor over!

- Gary, we gon' call you right back, okay?

- GARY: Andi, why do I feel like you're there listening?

Andi, talk to me. I'm telling you the truth.

- Hang up the phone on his a*s. - Okay.

- No, no. No! - Hang it up!

I'm about to cut through the phone!

- GARY: No, no, no, wait, please, please, please.

Please. - No!

- GARY: Andi. Andi, I love you.

Okay? I am telling you the truth.

Alright? Talk to my lawyer, they can explain.

- Please, Karen, please. - I know you're not falling

for this sh*t, Andi, I know you're not falling for it.

I know you're not falling for this sh*t.

- Let me just-- - DANNI: Andi.

You're not falling for it. - Give me--

- GARY: I can see how you don't believe me.

- SABRINA: Damn, this is a lot.

- DANNI: You're telling me. - KAREN: Bye, Gary.

- This sh*t is startin' to aggravate me.

And, uh, I'm getting hungry.

- You spilled stuff on my rug. - I'm sorry, Brina.

- You know I--I--I... love you girls.

I do. But this sh*t is stupid. I mean stupid.

- Hey! Hey! Hey! What are you doing?!

What is wrong with you? - Control yourself.

- Stand up, get yourself together, get up.

- I don't wanna go to prison for a man!

- DANNI: Stupid.

- ANDI: You won't. I'm gonna fix it, he said he's innocent.

- Just sit down!

- Ha! Speaking of stupid.

Karen...it's for you.

You know, I think will stay.

Some sh*t 'bout to get good.

- I was at your house cleaning my blood off of your floor

when this -- walked in,

and I realized she really must be over me.

- Preston, just pace yourself. - Why?

- Because isn't this how this works?

- Danni, I'm sorry, I don't get this at all.

- I'm staying at a hotel.

I'm gonna stay with-- - Aaron--

- Oh sh*t! Oooh!

- Don't I have a right to be mad?

Aren't I entitled to have feelings?

- Come to the hotel,

come trusting that everything will be alright.

- I'll think about it.

- I'll be waiting while you do.