03x15 - Everybody Knows

[bunniefuu]

-Jeremiah is alive.
-What?

[Fatima]
Previously onZatima...

-Call Fatima!
-Fatima already knows.

And they still left me here?

I can't believe you was gonna
leave his a*s in jail.

Look, Zac is like a badass kid.
He gotta learn his lesson

-I mean, I've seen you.
-You've seen me where?

-You're the big black b*tch.

What the hell
did you just say to me?

Girl, he is banging
on my damn door.

Angela, do not open the door.

You need to leave!

[Man on phone]
Come to the window.

Oh my god!

Angela? Angela? sh*t.

Pick up, pick up, pick up.

Yes, yes, I need the police

to be sent to


No, I was on the phone my friend
and she was screaming,

then she just stopped talking.
Okay.

Fatima Wilson, yes.
Please hurry!

[Jake] That's you right? So
don't make me think I'm crazy.

-Where are you seeing this?
-[Jake] What do you mean?

Just what I said. Where is it?

-[Jake] It's online.
-Online where?

[Jake] You want me to talk to
you through the glass?

-Open the door.
-sh*t!

Come on!

Give it to me.

-Turns me on, too.
-Ugh.

-Wait, so what is this on?
-It's a site.

And people are paying
to watch this?

Yeah. Right now there are about


That tells you
how many people are on.

-What? What the hell?
-[Jake] We all love you.

What the f*ck are
you saying to me?

-Oh, sh*t.
-What?

You didn't know about this?

Hell no,
I didn't know about this!

-Oh, man.
-Oh, god.

-Look, I'm sorry,
-Whatever. Just leave me alone.

-I really need to go.
-Wait, wait.

And I need my phone.

-I'm not giving you sh*t.
-Give me my phone, Angela.

-I'm not giving you sh*t!
-Wait!

♪ Love ain't perfect
But we still work it♪

♪ Ain't gonna be
what we see on TV♪

♪ But it's damn sure worth it
Uh-huh♪

♪ Love ain't perfect
But we still work it ♪

♪ Don't gotta be
what we see on IG♪

♪ 'Cause
we still worth it
Uh-huh♪

♪ Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah♪

♪ We're still working♪

Yo, give me my phone, Angela.

Whatever.
I'm not giving you sh*t.

Yo, I'm serious!

Oh, sh*t.

sh*t!

Hey come on, give me my phone!
Angela!

-Get off of me! Get off of me!
-Police, don't move!

-[Officer] Stop resisting!
-[Angela] Get his a*s!

Dispatch, I got the perp.

[sniffs the air]

-Hey, you be eating curry?
-Yeah, man, I love curry.

Smell like curry in here, man.

You good, bro?

Not really.

Yeah. I mean, her leaving you in
there was messed up, bro.

-Can't believe her.
-Really?

What? I didn't like it.

I just got out of jail. You
think I want to hear that sh*t?

Yeah, I don't think we should
talk about that.

Hey, hey, hey, you focus
on the road.

-I'm here. I'm here. You there.
-Okay, yeah, yeah, you got it.

What you do now?

Why you so nosy?
Why you need to know that?

I mean, we was
all just hooping together.

It had to be some bad sh*t bro.

-Well...
-Mm-mm!

Right, you can talk to me, man.
What you do to him?

-Why he mad at you like that?
-We're almost to your car.

First of all,
why are we going this way?

Oh, because my car is closer,
bro. It's right up here.

So? Yo, take me to my car.

-Damn, n*gga!
-What now?

You don't even want to
ride with this man?

Yo, let it go, bro. Let it go!

Okay, fine. I'm letting it go.

-f*ck, man.
-Golly.

Take me to my car, Bryce.

-But his car is just--
-I don't care! I don't!

Y'all two
blowing my mind right now.

You got it. You got it.
We'll go to your car.

Thank you.

-Hey man, let me out up here.
-No, no, no, no, no!

What? Look, dog, my car is two
blocks away, I can walk.

You know what? Fine. Fine. Just
pull up. Just pull up. f*ck.

So Zac, per the contract
that you--

Oh, my God. Stop the car.
Stop. Please stop. Let me out!

Please let me out right now!
I'm going to lose it.

-Okay, Okay.
-Thank you. Thank you.

-We can go to your house, man.
-No, I don't want to go nowhere.

Shh. Shh. Shh. Sit back.
I don't, I don't...

You two the worst person to ever
pick somebody up from jail ever.

-What?
-Zac, come on, man.

You two will never pick me up
from jail ever again.

-You understand me?
-I hope not.

And I'm taking this jacket.
I'm taking it.

-What?
-Don't touch it!

What the...

He has real anger issues,
man. Yeah.

-He took my jacket?
-Yeah, he did.

It'll be all right . Man, what
the hell was that about?

Whatever. Hey, I can take you to
your car, man. It's just...

Nah. Look at him. He's gonna
get himself a wedgie.

Power walking like that.
I'ma walk with him, all right?.

-Okay, man.
-Good talking to you today.

-Right?
-Yeah.

-[Zac yells]
-My God.

He's so angry, man.
You know what?

Nathan...

Okay, I got it.

Excuse me.

I'm glad you're flexible.

-Gymnastic--
-[Zac yells again]

I took gymnastics as a kid.

Even in the projects,
we got balance beams.

-Hey, man.
-Yeah.

-Good job, all right?
-Okay, yeah. Good luck.

Hey slow down, Zac! Wait up!

Hey. Drive safe.

-Yeah, you got it, man.
-My man.

All right. Slow down! Golly!

[sighs]

♪ I, I've never been this
happy before♪

♪ No, no♪

-[door closes]
-Angela?

-Are you Okay?
-It's Okay. It's Okay.

-I was worried sick about you.
-It's okay.

You and little Zaquan do not
need to be worried about me.

-Okay?
-Really?

Ma'am, if you think of anything
else, just let us know.

-Okay. Thank you officer.
-You're welcome.

Girl, what is going on?

-Look.
-Damn!

Yeah, I'm all over
these fetish sites.

-Angela, are you kidding me?
-No.

Angela, why would you...

-What?
-Why would you do this?

b*tch, I didn't do this!

-What?
-I didn't do this.

One of these assholes
did this to me.

Angela, no.

They put cameras
all around here.

What?

Yeah, they've been just
filming me, everywhere.

-sh*t.
-Angela, I'm so sorry.

People are paying somebody
a lot of money to watch this.

This is unreal.

They got motion sensor cameras
all around.

So every time I was walking in,
they were filming me.

I cannot believe this.
What the f*ck?

Girl, every time.

-Every time?
-Every time. With every man.

-Damn.
-When I was asleep.

Girl, even when I was
masturbating.

Okay, we definitely need
to get this taken down.

I know.

Okay, why don't we call
somebody at the firm?

There's a lot of people
that can help with this.

Who, Fatima?

I don't want anybody
at your job to know about this.

-Well, why not?
-I work there, too, remember?

sh*t.

I'll bleach my hair
or shave my hair.

Maybe bleach my skin.

Okay, Angela, you're taking
it way too far, Okay?

Listen, we can get somebody
to help with this.

-We gotta get this taken down.
-I know that, Fatima.

Okay, we can find somebody to
help us take it down discreetly,

okay?

This sh*t
is not gonna be discreet.

sh*t.

-What are the police saying?
-They're not much help.

-sh*t.
-sh*t.

I think I might know somebody
that can help us.

Wait, who?

You remember Leslie?

-The girl from the gym?
-Yeah.

Well, her and her husband used
to be in the military,

but now he works for the FBI.

And you really think
that he could help?

Yeah, I mean, I can call
and try to ask.

-Please, Fatima. Please.
-All right.

-What?
-I'm calling. I'm calling.

Okay.

-Fatima?
-Yeah?

Um, are you gonna
call anybody about Zac?

Look, I'm helping you right now,
okay?

Right. Right.

I'll focus on him later,
but I want to get this done.

[instrumental music]

Okay, Zac! Yes!

Come on, glad to see you ou--

-Don't touch me. I stink.
-How you feeling?

Good. How you feeling?

-Good.
-Good, man.

You know, good to see you out,
man. Free my n*gga Zac!

Out, right?

-Free, man.
-Let me ask y'all a question.

Did y'all know Jeremiah
was alive?

I kind of just found out.

Oh, so y'all just found out.
They just found out.

-Friends.
-How many of us have them?

-Not us, apparently.
-[laughs]

-Connie?
-Yeah?

Did you know?

I found out yesterday.

And neither one of y'all
thought to come check for me?

Honestly man, you know
how tricky sh*t can get.

What's tricky about this?
I'm confused.

Oh, I'm sorry. It's Fatima.
That's how it get tricky.

Why? How is that tricky?

Because y'all supposed
to be down for me, right?

-Y'all my peoples, right?
-[Connie] Yeah.

Bro, come on. you know your wife
wanted

this whole plan to teach you a
lesson?

[Zac] Right, teach me a lesson,
right? And you Okay with that?

No, Zac, it ain't
even like that, bro.

Yeah, because I'm not
a f*cking toddler, that's why.

Yeah, we know that.

Yeah, so I don't have to sit
in jail to be taught a lesson.

But you needed to understand how
bad this sh*t could have gotten.

-Connie, are you done?
-Oh, okay, yeah. I'm done.

Because this sh*t could
still get bad.

[Tony] Facts.

What the f*ck are y'all talking
about?

Oh, Jeremiah can
still press charges on you.

-f*ck him.
-Oh, no doubt.

You sure you want to say that?

-Yeah, I'm sure.
-No doubt.

Zac, what you need to do is go
to the hospital and apologize.

Okay, y'all can take your asses
to hell.

How about that?

So you just gonna go back
to jail?

You know what? Let's go, Nate.

-Excuse me.
-Okay.

Zac, seriously,
when I was there,

I was talking to him, he like--

Connie, Connie, I don't give
a f*ck. Okay?

I will never apologize to him.
Ever.

Zac, it's time for you
to grow the f*ck up. Yeah.

-You know what?
-[Connie] What?

Benedict and Arnold?
Y'all can have each other.

"Fatima said, Fatima said."

Wow.

[Connie] You know
what Jeremiah gonna do.

The minute that he figure out he
can get Zac locked back up

and take Ms. Gladys' stuff,
oh, he gonna do it.

Yeah, for real.

Yo, would you please
talk to him?

Because he's not
listening to me.

Okay, but I'm gonna let
him calm down first.

I mean, you see how
hot-headed he is, right?

Completely. One thing about Zac:

if it's trouble, he gonna find a
way to get his a*s in it.

Yeah, but I mean hopefully,
he'll get better, right?

-I hope so, for his sake.
-Damn.

[instrumental music]

Yeah, it's a big mess.

You think you can help, though?
Okay.

All right. Thank you.
All right, I'll be right there.

Oh, sh*t.

Well...

-You Okay?
-This is nasty.

It's fine.
Girl, what did they say?

Well, I think they can help.

-What did they say?
-I'm gonna talk to them.

Okay. sh*t.

Well, why was she asking
all those questions?

What do you mean?

I heard
her asking about Malachi.

-That's his name, right?
-Oh, yeah.

Nothing. It's nothing.

-What?
-Nothing.

Okay. Well, will they be able
to help me?

Yes. I'm gonna talk to them,
Okay?

Okay.
sh*t.

I know you feel
violated right now.

-You have no idea.
-I'm sorry.

It's Okay.

-But...
-What, babe?

I mean, I do look good
in some of those shots.

-Angela.
-I know, I know.

This is not what we're... sh*t.

I mean, who do you think would
do something like this?

I have no idea.

-Okay, well think about it.
-I don't know.

-A girl? Bryce?
-What?

No, Bryce would never do this.

I mean, he's
a little questionable.

-Think about it.
-No, I don't think he would.

You know, actually,
you're right. No.

That would actually shock me if
Bryce did something like that.

Yeah, me too.

Who else?
What about Shane, Shawn? Shawn?

-That stray.
-Mm-hmm.

He's dumb as a box of rocks.
He didn't do it.

Right.

-He couldn't do it.
-He's a little dumb.

But who else could it be?

I mean...

-What?
-There's an old faithful.

-Who, Angela?
-You haven't met him.

Girl, it's me. Who is it?

His name is Humphrey.

Okay. Have I...

I don't think I've met Humphrey.
Have I?

No. You ain't met this one.
He a little ugly, so I hide him.

Now you tell me that.

Yeah. Um, he's kind of older.

How old, Angela?



Okay. No judgment.

What? I mean, he be helping
with the bills and stuff.

So, you know.

Okay, well, if he helping
with the bills, then...

[Angela] Okay. sh*t.

Wait.

He also bought me these
damn smoke detectors.

-Wow.
-Oh, sh*t.

-Mm-hmm. See?
-That m*therf*cker.

Listen. You know what?
That's what it is. Humphrey.

Wow.

-I'm calling his a*s.
-No, no, no, no, no, no.

-Why?
-Mm-mm.

-We gotta get his a*s.
-How?

-We're gonna set him up.
-Okay.

You're gonna invite
him over here,

and we're gonna see
what he does.

But every time he comes over,
he always likes to blindfold me.

Come on, now. That's it.

I thought it was
on some kinky sh*t.

-Girl?
-Damn.

No, that's what he was doing.
Now we know that.

Well, I'm gonna do
that sh*t tonight.

Good for you. Let's do it.

What we're gonna do
is we're gonna call the police,

have him outside ready
to arrest his old freaky a*s.

-You damn right.
-Exactly.

-That's what we're gonna do.
-Yep.

Yeah. I'm gonna call him now.

Call him.

Call him!

But what if it's not him?

Well, there's only
one way to find out.

-Think about all the men...
-[clears throat]

that you deal with,
and who has the most to lose.

Or to gain.
That's how we'll know.

Okay. You're right. Um...

But, but,
I don't wanna make him mad.

Okay, what else is he doing
besides paying the bills?

Oh, girl.

That's not the only reason
I keep him around.

I don't know if
I really wanna know.

You know you wanna know, girl.
He be sucking on my toes,

and doing all types of stuff to
me. Let me tell you something,

he's better than all of them
young n*gg*s put together.

I'm telling you. And that d*ck?

Swinging...
Just knocking sh*t over.

-Yeah.
-Okay, it's like that? Um,...

Yeah, girl.

Well then, keep on
having sex with him,

and let him keep recording you.

See, I didn't say all of that.
sh*t.

Hold up, let me go try to get
this taken down,

and I'll let you know
how it goes, Okay?

-Okay. Thank you.
-Of course. Come on, now.

-Oh, sh*t.
-Yeah, just...

Try to just chill out
for a while.

Yeah. Find the rest of these
damn cameras.

That's real creepy.

All right.
I'll keep you posted, Okay?

-Okay. Thank you.
-You're welcome, babe.

-I'm gonna slide these doors.
-Thanks.

How did they even...

sh*t.

[phone rings]

-[Humphrey] Hey, there.
-Can you come over?

[Humphrey] You know
I can always come over.

Great.

I have something I want
to talk to you about.

-[Humphrey] I'm on my way.
-Good.

-[Humphrey] You need anything?
-Just you, Daddy.

[Humphrey] That's what I like.

Son of a b*tch.

[instrumental hip hop music]

-All right, man.
-Thanks, bro.

I got your back, man.

Hey, you want me
to go home with you?

Why would I want that, man?

Bro, you've had
a crazy 24 hours.

I'm good. I just...

I just really need
to take a shower.

-Don't even.
-All right.

[laughs]

Why, Fatima home?

I don't even know.

Well look. If y'all get into it,
don't do nothing stupid.

-That's coming from me.
-Really?

-I'm saying I've seen the video.
-Oh, here you go, bro.

Matter of fact,
I lived the video.

Okay.
I know I don't gotta say this,

but I would never hurt Fatima.

You see?
And that's why I love you, bro.

Because even after all
you've been through,

you're still trying to be
a better person.

-I think this is really cool.
-What are you talking about?

I mean, her not telling you
about Jeremiah,

her leaving you in prison,
her doing this to you.

-All right. All right.
-Okay, but I mean--

-I said enough! Okay?
-You know what? Okay.

I've learned my lesson.

That's your woman, you love her,
I dig it.

-And I'm gonna stick beside her.
-I respect it.

My man.

-Zac attack.
-For life.

Hey also, drive safe, man.

-I got you.
-Don't be like Bryce.

-It's too soon.
-You're right.

Bryce all right, though.
I've been giving a hard way,

-but he a good dude.
-He cool people.

[Zac] Yeah.

-All right.
-Yo, thanks again, bro.

All day, man.
I'll see you later.

Yes, sir. Locked in for life!
[Nathan] For life!

[knock on door]

-Hey.
-Hey.

So you was ready
for me to come over?

Yeah.

-Feel like this is ready.
-I can see that.

Well, come on.
Let's go to the bedroom.

Actually, let's do it over here.
Let's do it down here.

You know I like it
in the bedroom.

Yeah, but we always do it there.

Well, you know, my back.

-Your back, huh?
-Yeah.

Hmm. Okay. Humphrey,
Let me ask you something.

And what's that?

These smoke detectors
that you put up?

-Yeah.
-Where'd you get them?

-Let me take a look.
-Oh, so you admit it?

-Yeah, but--
-But, so you did this sh*t?

No, this is not
the one I bought you.

-What?
-The one I bought had batteries.

-Are you lying to me right now?
-No, I'm not.

-There's a camera in there.
-A camera?

Yeah, a camera.

What are you trying to say,
Angela?

I'm trying to say
you've been spying on me.

-What?
-Yeah!

Angela, I don't know what
you're talking about.

And you're still lying. sh*t.

Why are you talking
to me like this?

You know what? I can't believe
your old a*s did this.

-Angela, what's going on?
-This is done.

After all I've done for you?

And all the p*ssy
I gave your old a*s?

I don't owe you sh*t.

And all the times you were
down on your luck, I helped you.

Like I said,
you got what you wanted.

I don't owe you sh*t. Now, go.

-Well, damn.
-What?

Fine, Okay.
But I didn't do that.

I don't believe you!

And then you put
all this sh*t online?

I don't even know how
to get online!

-I don't have any of that stuff.
-You still lying?

-Damn, Angela.
-Why are you still here?

-Take your old a*s and get on.
-I'm out.

I'm so far gone.
I'm so far gone.

Bye, Grandpa.

[slams door]

sh*t!

-[knock on door]
-Angela? Hey.

What the hell?
What are you doing here?

What's going on?
I've been calling you.

Bryce, if I didn't answer, then
I didn't want to talk to you.

Okay, but I got an alert
that the police were here.

-I came rushing over.
-What?

-Yeah.
-An alert from what?

The door camera.

Why would it be alerting you?

Because I installed it.

-Bryce, what?
-Yeah.

Yeah, when I installed
the new smoke detectors.

You? You did this, Bryce?

-Yeah.
-What the hell?

-What the hell, Bryce?
-What?

I put them up. They look nice.

The ones with the
hidden cameras in them?

Yeah, yeah.

What are you saying
to me right now, Bryce?

Angela, you're the one
who told me

to get the ones with the camera.
I don't see the problem.

I never said that.
What are you talking about?

Look, I have the
text message right now.

Uh, yeah.
You're going to have to show me.

-Look, it's Okay. It's Okay.
-What? Just show me.

-Shut up and show me.
-Look. Yeah, see?

"Hidden camera?" You said, "Yes,
thank you." Smiley face.

No. I was busy, and you said
install with the cameras.

Yeah.

Bryce, you did this?

-Angela, what is going on?
-sh*t.

-Bryce, get out.
-What?

Bryce, get the f*ck
out of my house.

-Whoa.
-Bryce!

Angela, come on.

-Bryce! get out right now!
-Okay.

-Get the f*ck out, Bryce!
-Okay. Okay. Okay.

-[Angela] sh*t!
-I don't--

-[Angela] Get the--
-Okay.

f*ck.
He made me lose my old n*gga.

sh*t!

Man, what the f*ck?

It's your girl. Looks like
she's stepping out on you.

What the f*ck?

-[crash]
-[glass breaking]

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