03x09 - Mercy Me

[bunniefuu]

I cannot be worried about Zac
day and night.

-I'll find him.
-We'll all find him.

If y'all see Jeremiah,
can you please just--

You'll be the first to know.

[Zac] Previously on Zatima.

Did Jeremiah come back over
there?

I got him with me right now.

I'm about to take him
back to Belinda's spot.

You seen Jeremiah?
He hit Fatima.

If you fight him and he dies,

your a*s going
to jail for m*rder.

-Where is he?
-Zac, you're not doing this.

I'm going to speak
to my brother.

I can't let you do that, man.
Zac, just--

-Relax, relax!
-[Fatima] Stop him!

Zac!

[g*nshots]

Oh, sh*t, Fatima!
Yo.

Stay down, everybody, stay down!

-What is happening?
-Who is sh**ting?

Jeremiah's sh**ting.

-What the hell, man?
-Go talk to him.

-What the hell?
-What?

Hey, maybe you can
talk him down.

-I don't know that, n*gga.
-I'm talking to Tony.

You're the one that
brought him here, Nathan.

You're gonna take your a*s back
there and talk to him.

-I ain't going up there.
-Stay down.

Everybody, stay down.

-Yo, he shot at you?
-Yes, he shot at him!

-Damn!
-Where'd he get a g*n from?

sh*t!
That must be my g*n, y'all.

There's a crackhead with a g*n?
Somebody call the police!

-I already did, Angela.
-No, no!

-Whoa, you did?
-Yes.

Yo, I can't be here.

What the f*ck are you
talking about?

You know I can't be here
when the cops come.

That's some of that b*tch-a*s
sh*t, Nathan!

I ain't going to jail for you.

I can't believe he f*cking
shot at me.

-I can't believe he shot at me.
-Baby, are you okay?

No, that m*therf*cker
shot at me.

-[Fatima] Zac.
-[Zac] I got you.

-No, no, baby, please. Zac.
-No, he tried to k*ll me.

-My own brother.
-Where are you going?

-Hey, you stay with her.
-[Fatima] No, no, no.

-If you go, I'm going, Zac.
-No, no, no.

-Just let me handle this.
-No. If you go, I'm going.

I mean it!

If something happens to you and
this baby, I won't be the same.

Zac, I mean it.
It's this or us.

[music]

♪ Love ain't perfect

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Do, do, do, do, do
We still work it ♪

-Come on, Fatima.
-Don't touch me!

-Y'all take her outside.
-No!

-Fatima, come on.
-Stop it!

Don't touch me.

Where's your g*n?
Where's your g*n?

-I don't have it!
-Why don't you have your g*n?

-I'm trying to be better.
-Oh, sh*t.

-Take her outside.
-We're all going.

-Damn it, no!
-Come on.

-Zac!
-No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

-Get off of me!
-No, Fatima.

Get off of me!
Zac!

Let her go, let her go!
He's gone, he's gone, he's gone.

-What? How?
-Out the window.

Oh, I bet this n*gga
stole all my sh*t!

f*ck!

Yo, f*ck her sh*t.
Y'all all right?

Whoo.

[Tony] Damn.

-Is this what you're gonna do?
-Me?

I didn't do nothin'.
He started it.

Zac, this is why
I didn't want to tell you.

-Look at this!
-Fatima, come on, man.

-I didn't even do--
-No. No, Zac.

If this is the way
you wanna live,

then do it without me.

Fatima, come on.

Oh, my God!
This n*gga stole all my sh*t!

[Fatima] I've gotta get out
of here.

-He stole my f*ck' rent money.
-What?

-What the f*ck am I gonna do?
-How you gonna be mad at me?

I'm sorry.

Look, you better find this
son of a b*tch.

♪ I'm gonna find him, all right?
♪

Yeah, when you do,
his a*s is going to jail.

Stealing my sh*t.
f*ck!

-My rent money is gone!
-You left it out?

-No, I didn't leave it out!
-Then where was it?

Why does it matter?

I hid it
in the f*cking bookshelf.

-He found that sh*t that quick?
-Damn.

I guess f*cking junkies
can smell money.

I just know you better
find his a*s and get my money.

All right, okay.
I will.

-Let's go. Come on.
-[Tony] Okay.

Neither one of us gonna have
nowhere to stay if you don't

-find it.
-I'ma find it.

-I'm serious.
-All right.

-[Nathan] Come on.
-f*ck.

[music]

-Yeah. See, I like this.
-Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

This is great.
This way it all works out.

Yeah, I see.

Okay, well, I mean,
contract, straightforward?

Yeah. I'll get my lawyer
to look it over.

Okay. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
And um...

I just wanna thank you again,
Preston for this bail out.

Okay, let's get
one thing straight.

This is not a bail out.
I expect my return on this.

Yeah. Of course.
And you'll get it.

[door closes]

Okay.

-Hey.
-What's up?

Hey, Zac.
You okay?

-Yeah, we've been calling you.
-I need a minute.

Okay.

No, no, not you.
You.

But Zac,
I have the contract ready.

Yo, yo, yo, did I not--
Come on, man.

I need you to leave.

-I'm really sorry.
-[Zac] Bryce, come on, man.

I am, man.
I'm sorry.

The f*ck are you not
understanding about me

-saying I need you to leave?
-All right, all right.

Hey, hey, hey.
Just, Bryce, go ahead.

Okay.

Like, I'm happy you're okay,
dude, but you're still

on my sh*t list, and I--
I gotta talk to Preston.

-It's all right.
-Sorry, man.

I just--
I'm good.

-You okay?
-Man.

-What is it?
-Man.

Okay. All right.

Hey, just take a deep breath.
Talk to me.

-It's my brother.
-What did he do?

He attacked Fatima
for some f*cking money.

-Are you serious?
-He's on all sorts of sh*t, bro.

Damn.

-Then he shot at me.
-He what?

I know.
I know, this sh*t sounds--

Yeah. Crazy, yeah.
Just a little.

I'm so f*cking mad right now
I could k*ll him.

Okay, well, calm down.
Calm down.

I can understand how
that would make anybody mad.

This n*gga shot at me, bro.

-I get it.
-I've been dealing with this

my whole en--
Oh, my gosh.

I could f*cking k*ll him
right now.

-Okay. Well, look--
-And Fatima's mad as hell at me.

Whoa, whoa.
Why is she mad at you?

'Cause I--
It's a long story, bro.

Okay, look,
this what we gonna do.

We're gonna get out of here,
okay?

-Where we gonna go, Preston?
-We're gonna go to a bar.

We're gonna have a drink,
or two, or three.

And we're gonna talk this out.

It's not gonna work for me.
I don't need to talk to nobody.

-Listen--
-It's not gonna work for me.

A good drink and a good
conversation always helps.

Okay?

I just need a minute.
Just give me a minute.

[Preston] Whatever you need.
I'll be waiting in the hallway.

Okay.

It's gonna be all right.

[music]

Hey.
I overheard.

Okay, well, don't let him
overhear you overhearing.

Okay, okay. Here.
Take this.

-What's this?
-That's his therapist,

Dr. Reid's number.

You should give him a call and
have him meet you at the bar.

-He has a therapist?
-Yeah, but don't tell him

I gave you his number.

Yeah. No problem.

I know he can help.

-Thanks.
-Yeah.

So we'll go over
the contract tomorrow?

-Yeah.
-Okay.

Tomorrow's fine.

Okay. I'm gonna get out of here
because I'm the last person

he wants to see, I'm sure.

Yeah, that might not be
a bad idea.

Okay, okay.
Good luck.

See you later.

[music]

♪ All day
All night ♪

♪ I get to the wallet
Topper ♪

[indisctinct party chatter]

-Girl.
-Are you kidding me?

-What the hell is going on?
-Having a damn party.

Oh, my God.
What the hell?

Look, Angela, I'm not
in the mood for her sh*t.

I know.
I know, Fatima.

It's okay.
I'll handle this, okay?

-Angela.
-I will.

I'll handle it.

All right, 'cause you know
if I ever go in there--

Yeah. Please don't, Fatima.
I got this, okay?

And I'll park the cars
and everything, okay?

-[Fatima] Thank you.
-Just go inside.

[Fatima] sh*t.
Move!

[Angela] Again.

[music]

♪ I'm gonna get to it all
All night, yeah ♪

-Hey, what's up?
-What the hell?

-What?
-What are you doing here?

-I was invited to the party.
-Oh see, what the hell?

-Hey, Shawn. I see you, baby.
-Hey, what's up?

-What's up?
-You know her?

-[Shawn] Yeah.
-Okay, see, I'm done with you.

-What? Why?
-You messin' with her, too?

Oh baby, uh-uh.
I don't do broke-a*s men, okay?

-Atlanta's just too small.
-Look, I'm just--

No, no.
Get up out of my face.

-Damn, you see how she does me?
-You love that sh*t.

-[Shawn] Yeah, I do.
-[Deja] You do.

-[Shawn] I do.
-What you even doing here?

-I'm actually here to spare you.
-Girl, you wasn't invited.

-Yeah, I know that.
-So spare me the door.

Listen, Fatima is not
in the mood for this--

That b*tch ain't never
in the motherfuckin' mood.

You got all these people
in here being loud

and you got her
driveway blocked.

So what?
It's my birthday.

It ain't--
Girl, I don't give a damn, okay?

Get these people up out of here.

These people ain't
goin' nowhere.

Okay.
Then she gonna call the police.

Okay. Well, tell her
to do what she got to do

because the music
ain't even that damn loud.

Well, then she can
call her cousin.

I don't give a f*ck.

Tell her to call Madam
because she ain't gonna get

over here in time.
And you know, while she at it,

you might as well tell Fatima
to fight her own issues, okay?

And I can take your man.

Please.
I tried to warn you.

You think I won't?

No dogs allowed, babe.

Now what the f*ck you
gonna do with that?

b*tch, that's an expensive-a*s
speaker!

My sugar daddy bought me
that speaker.

[glass breaks]

Fatima, don't start
that bullshit.

It's my birthday, okay?
Yo, this b*tch is f*ck' crazy.

Hold this for me.

Yo, get your friend.
You can get the f*ck out!

You weren't even invited.

Don't just be coming up
in my house breaking up sh*t

and think that you're not finna
to clean this sh*t up!

Yo, Angie!
Get your b*tch!

Everybody, get out of here!
Shut the f*ck up!

[Deja] No, no.
We're still partying.

[Fatima] What'd I say?

We still turnt it up.
Don't worry about her.

Just ignore this b*tch.
Now why you gots to do that?

Get out!
What the f*ck did I say?

What is wrong with you?
Yo, you're really gonna

come up in here and try to ruin
my birthday like this?

No, no, no, not the lamp!
This my mama--

My mama got me this lamp.
Put is down.

My mama bought me this lamp.
Let it go!

What the f*ck is wrong with you?

Don't worry about this
crazy b*tch, okay?

We still having fun.

-Call me b*tch one more time.
-b*tch!

Yeah, everybody on the count
of three.

One, two, three.
b*tch!

b*tch, b*tch, b*tch.
I can make a beat out of it.

What the f*ck!

What the f*ck is your problem,
you crazy b*tch?

How about that one?
Damn!

Okay, Fatima, fine.
You proved your point, okay?

You can go now.
What are you doing?

-Leave my cake.
-Fatima. Girl, calm down.

Exactly.
Listen to your friend.

She the one who clearly
got some damn sense.

My grandmama made me that cake.
Leave the cake alone.

Leave it alone!

It's a symbol of all the money
I made this year!

I didn't even get
to make a wish, yet!

No! Look, we gonna call it even.
You can just get the f*ck out.

Not my f*cking cake!
No!

I said this f*cking party is
over!

Damn.
And I was gonna eat that.

Oh, that's the vanilla
sweet butter cream

that my grandma made us.
It's her famous cake!

-The f*ck is your problem?
-[Angela] Fatima, calm--

-sh*t.
-Actually, it tastes disgusting.

Oh!

I'm not f*ck' playing
with you.

Why the f*ck are y'all still
sittin' here?

It's time for y'all
to get the f*ck on.

Get out! Go!
Okay, fine. All right? Fine!

You f*ck' win, okay?
You ruin every f*ck' thing!

And you can get the f*ck out
and I'm sure you've got a

cleaning crew or somebody that
can come get this sh*t up!

'Cause I can't clean it up!
I got a bad back!

f*ck' crazy b*tch.

Look at my house.
Look at my f*ck' house.

You wanna see crazy?

-Fatima--
-Let's go.

You done did it now. sh*t.

No. Leave my car alone!
That's candy paint!

I was gonna eat that cake, sh*t.

You need to get these people out
of here.

She can't be doing this sh*t,
okay?

-I'm gonna call the police.
-Call whoever you want,

but I'm telling you,
you gotta get these people

out of here faster than this.

Look, I ain't scared
of no damn Fatima, okay?

You ain't seen crazy yet.
I'm trying to tell you.

How much crazier
can the b*tch be?

sh*t.

You don't listen.
Shut up!

-You don't f*ck' listen!
-Damn, sorry. Damn.

I'm sick of your sh*t, Deja.

Move!

I tried to tell you.

What kind of car is this?

-I'm sick of your f*cking sh*t!
-Okay, I'm sorry!

I'm sick of your f*cking sh*t!

If you don't want a homicide,
I suggest you go inside

and stay quiet.

Okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
okay? sh*t.

Wait, wait, wait.
Hey, hey, hey,

it's my friend's car.
It's my frien--

I'll move it.
I'll move it.

Get the f*ck out of here!

I'm going, I'm going, I'm going.

Fatima, it's okay.
She's in the house now.

-Angela, I can't take this sh*t!
-I know.

Fatima, calm down.
Go inside, okay?

f*ck. What the f*ck you
still doin' here?

-They're leaving, Fatima.
-sh*t!

-Ang--
-I got it. sh*t. Go!

What the f*ck are y'all
still doing here?

Get out of here!
sh*t.

[music]

[music]

-[Preston] Man, yeah.
-So that's what he did.

Well, you know, I'm certain
Fatima wouldn't want you

to go after him like that.

I know she didn't,
but what am I supposed to do?

-Well--
-Well, what?

-Zac, man--
-Oh, sh*t.

Hi.

-You invited him?
-Bryce gave me his number.

Damn.

Well, look,
I'm gonna let you two talk.

Drinks are on me.

Thanks, buddy.

Look, now is really
not the right time.

Why don't you think so?

I really don't feel like
thinking straight.

-That's good.
-What?

That you know that you don't
wanna think clearly.

No, I don't.

I just wanna bust his
f*ck' head open.

Who's his?

Don't play.
I know they caught you up.

-Your brother's?
-Yes.

-So Fatima called you, too?
-No, Bryce did.

I wish he would just mind his
f*ck' business.

They are just looking out
for you.

They care.

You know he took a shot at me,
right?

-Well, I--
-You know it's true, right?

Okay. Are you gonna talk
or can I talk?

Do your thing.
Do your thing, Doc, yeah.

I just want you to take a couple
of moments.

In this place?
Yes, just--just briefly.

[sighs] Okay.

I want you to take a look
at your life.

I want you to look at everything
that has been against you

since birth.

And then I want you
to look at how you made it

through them all.

Yeah.

No. I want you to really
think about it.

You overcame every one of them.

And now you're gonna throw
that all away?

What am I supposed to do?
He came after Fatima.

-That's my wife.
-I get that.

But she's fine.

Yeah, but it's my job
to protect her.

And that is a natural instinct,
but she is fine now.

This has escalated to a place
that is gonna cause an issue

between you and her.

You have to approach this
from the point of view

of where you want your life
to be now.

You cannot handle things the way
you once did when you know

-how far you have come.
-I hear you.

-That's easier said than done.
-I get it.

How--how could you
possibly get it?

I'm not from some
white-collar neighborhood.

Oh, here you go.
Here you go.

I had a hard life, too.

I just don't let my past dictate
the answers to my now.

I hear you.

Look, I know you're gonna do
what you wanna do.

But you are gonna have
to decide

how you handle
things in your life.

The way the streets taught you
or what you've now become.

I still ain't got
nothing to lose.

Ye--yes, you do.
You have Fatima to lose.

Now if she means nothing to you,
then by all means,

keep doing this.

sh*t.

Look, I know how hard
you worked to get here.

Do not throw it all away
because of your brother.

I hear you.
I hear you.

No, no.
Really hear me, Zac.

You are about to throw it all
away because of your brother.

I need this n*gga to learn.
It'll all be worth it, trust me.

That's because you're angry.

But when you calm down,

it won't be.

sh*t.

Your brother has caused you
enough pain.

[Zac] Mm-hmm.

If you let him do this,
he will destroy your life.

He doesn't get to make
that choice.

You get to make that choice.

Choose wisely.

-I hear you, Dr. Reid.
-All right.

I hear you.

So am I buying
or am I gonna have to bill you?

Ain't you on the clock
right now?

Man, I've been off the clock
for three hours.

You just got a free session so,
but this one's on me.

Thanks.
I appreciate it.

I got you.

-Can I be honest?
-Go ahead.

I stil don't really know what
I'm gonna do.

Like, I get mad
f*ck' thinking about it.

As long as you acknowledge
that you are in control.

I'm not in control.
He took a shot at me.

-Doesn't he have a--
-A what?

A substance-abuse problem?
Everybody keep bringing that up.

That doesn't change anything
for you?

No.

I can't let him slide
because of that.

Come on.

Look, I'm not gonna tell you
what you should do,

but I would hope that you'd
at least hear me out.

I hear you.
I'm listening.

-I hear you.
-All right.

Bartender...

-Appreciate you.
-Thank you.

-Nah, that's Preston's drink.
-Can I get an old fashioned?

-On the rocks.
-On the rocks. Definitely.

-I'm f*cking with you.
-Appreciate it.

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

[music]

-Thank you.
-Here you go.

It's quiet over there now.

-She keeps trying me.
-I know.

-She gonna learn today.
-sh*t.

You okay?

-No, I'm not.
-I know.

sh*t.

Loving somebody is so damn hard.

-It shouldn't be this hard.
-Well, it is with Zac.

Yeah, and he's got
a lot going on.

And then with this baby
on the way.

I know, Angela.
I don't need you to remind me.

I'm just sayin'.

You know, I feel like every time
we get over something,

-something else happens.
-I know.

Isn't that exhausting?

-Angela.
-What?

You cannot give me advice
on this.

What's that supposed to mean?

I mean, all the men you got
in and out of your door.

Wait, what?

Look, I'm just saying
you don't know how to commit.

What are you talking about?
I was committed to Bryce.

Remember? And then we found out
he likes d*ck.

Hmm, yeah.

If it wasn't that,
it would've been something else.

What are you talking about?

You know what?
Never mind.

No, no.
Say what you gotta say.

[sighs] Angela.

Look, y'all always have
something to say about Zac,

but none of y'all got a man.

Wow.

-Right.
-Look, I'm just sayin', okay?

Look, I'm really trying
to work at this.

Well, look, you're the one
who brought this up, not me.

Angela, sometimes I just--
I just need you to listen.

Just sit down
and don't say anything?

Yeah, I mean,
so I can hear myself think.

No, you know I can't do that.

Well, can you at least
try sometimes?

You know what?
I think I'm gonna go.

Yeah.

-Angela.
-No, Fatima.

I don't like all this drama.

And that's why when they start
being dramatic, I make my exit.

Angela, relationships are drama.

You just gotta work through it.

I know.

You got enough drama
for the both of us.

I'm going.

-Angela.
-No.

Oh, and there he is now.
Bye, drama.

Don't you have a home?

I'm about tired of your friends.
Real talk.

-I'm mad about this whole thing.
-I know that.

And you know how I get
when I'm mad.

Yep. I'm learning that
more and more every day, Zac.

What you expect me to do?

Just let him push you
on the ground?

Zac, there is a reason
I didn't tell you.

And if your actions
don't show you that,

then I don't know what
to tell you.

Really?

There is a reason why women
do not tell men everything.

Why can't you see that?

So like Tony said you were
trying to protect me, right?

You think Jeremiah pushing you
on the ground

and you letting him do that
is protecting me?

-Zac, he didn't hit me.
-He didn't?

[Fatima] No.

Yes, he did.

You know what?
That's besides the point, okay?

Zac, I don't want you throwing
everything away.

Come on.

I'm not letting this go, Fatima.

Okay, so you're just gonna stand
on that?

That's where you're gonna stay
with this?

Fatima, he took a shot at me
and could've hurt both of you.

-I'm not letting that go.
-What you gonna do, Zac?

-Hmm?
-What I have to.

-What? k*ll him?
-No, I'm not gonna k*ll him.

So what then?
Beat him?

Till I'm tired.

Zac, that could k*ll him.

Since you care so much
about him how about you pray

that I get tired first?

You know what?
I can't do this with you.

I'm sorry you feel that way,
but I can't let nobody hurt you.

Go ahead and see this your way,
Zac.

-I will.
-Okay.

-Mm-hmm.
-But I promise you this.

I will not come see you.
I will not write you.

And I will not answer
your calls.

Okay.

Oh? You think I'm kidding?
Zac, you know me.

-I do know you.
-Mm-hmm.

That's it?
You just gonna be mad?

Zac, I mean it.
Let this go.

-It's not leading anywhere good.
-I hear you.

I don't think you do.

[door closes]
[phone rings]

I ain't no b*tch.
And he took a shot at me.

Yo, this is Zac.

Right now?

KC, don't play with me.

Yeah, I got the money.

All right.
I'll be right there.

[music]

-So he just came in there?
-With a damn g*n.

No, no.
It was Belinda's g*n.

Whatever, man.
It doesn't even matter.

He shot at us.

Jeremiah is wild.

Yeah, man, he is off his rocker.

-And Zac...
-I know he ain't havin' it.

-Nah.
-Where he at right now?

I don't know.

So wait a minute.
Y'all can't find Zac.

Everybody lookin' for Jeremiah.

[Tony] They won't be looking
for long.

Oh, sh*t.
There he go right there.

Yeah.

-Yo, J.
-Hold up, hold up, hold up.

-There goes Zac right there.
-[Tony] Oh, sh*t.

Jeremiah, you tough, right?

-Oh, sh*t.
-[Zac] You tough, right?

Jeremiah, you touch my wife?
Huh, p*ssy? Huh?

You took a f*ck' shot at me,
p*ssy? Huh?

-[Tony] Damn.
-[Nate] You're gonna k*ll him.

[Zac] Huh?
You took a shot at me? Huh?

Stop him.
He gonna k*ll him.

[Tony] Yo. Come on.

Huh?

[Tony] Zac, calm down, bro.

-[Nathan] Yo, Zac. Relax, bro!
-[Zac] p*ssy!

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