03x17 - Forgiveness

[bunniefuu]

What the f*ck?

[Zac]
Previously onZatima.

Somebody better start talking.

I'm Malachi.
This is my wife Leslie.

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

Jeremiah can
still press charges on you.

-What do you do?
-Real estate.

-I'm an FBI agent.
-You have a good memory.

-How could I forget?
-Malachi never forgot either.

OK, I think you've
had enough wine.

-Is this you?
-What the?

So what you gonna do, Zac?

[Malachi] Baby,
you need to stop!

Girl, I can never
live up to you.

-[Malachi] Baby.
-Give me the damn wine!

sh*t.

Let her finish. Let her finish.
Please. Go ahead. Yes.

It's you. We went to therapy and
he only could talk about you.

I knew it.

Come on. Just tell
him how much you loved him.

I'm sorry about this, Fatima.
We're gonna go.

-No, I'm not done.
-[Malachi] Leslie!

Don't you want to explain
the picture?

[Malachi] Leslie!

You know, the reason why
my hair is like this

and the reason why you saw us
in the kitchen

is because he wanted to see what
it would be like to be with her.

Before you got there, I saw
him all through your house,

going all through your pictures,
looking, staring at stuff.

And you too, Zac.

[Zac] Trifling. She trifling.

[glass clinks]

You know, every time we try
to get to a good place.

How?

How we gonna get to a good place
when she is always present?

-You love her like that?
-Tell him.

-Yes.
-Tell him, Malachi.

And tell him you was
at that hotel.

I wasn't.

You lying.
Don't lie to protect them.

That's a picture I doctored
and I had someone send to you.

Oh, the lies. Why? Why?

Leslie, you've
had too much to drink.

-[Leslie] Look at the picture.
-Enough!

♪ Love ain't perfect
But we still working♪

♪ Ain't gotta be
what we see on TV♪

♪ But it's damn sure worth it
Uh-huh♪

♪ Love ain't perfect
But we still working♪

♪ 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-do-do-do ♪

♪ We still working♪

I think we should go.

I think you're right, Malachi.

-Fatima.
-[Fatima] No.

You should go.

-You gonna keep seeing him?
-No, I'm not.

So my eyes just lying
to me then?

Look, I don't know what that is,
but it's not real.

So we just gonna pretend
to be the ones they want?

Like, come on. Like, what's up?
She want him, he want her.

Like, we just out here
looking stupid.

-No, you looking stupid.
-[Leslie] Whatever.

-Malachi?
-Yeah, I got it. Come on.

Oh, come on, Zac.
You a street n*gga.

-We not taking this.
-I'm not a street n*gga.

-Go get in the car.
-You go to hell!

-Bye, Leslie.
-Bye!

-I'm sorry about this, Fatima.
-Yeah, so am I.

What you sorry for?

-You wanna talk about this?
-I'm pissed.

Zac, you do not believe that.

That? Not about that.

-Then about what?
-Fatima, come on.

Zac, that was an old photo,
OK?

Look, I don't know what type
of game she's playing,

but baby, it has nothing
to do with me and you.

OK.

Zac, you do not believe
that I was just with him.

-With him?
-Yeah.

Hell no. I know you.

-Good.
-Yeah.

But, babe, why are you upset?

Bruh, you let them two weirdos
know where the spare key be at.

sh*t, OK, Ill move it.

And you didn't tell
me about him.

Baby, I'm not gonna tell you
about every man

that broke my heart
and walked out on me.

Every man?

-There's a few.
-Wow.

But you didn't tell
me about him, though.

-Baby, it's over, OK?
-Fine, OK?

But before you
invite people in this house,

I need to know what's going on.

I'm sorry, babe, OK?
I just needed him to...

-What? You needed him for what?
-To help Angela.

-Help Angela how?
-Don't even worry about it.

-I'm not gonna call him now.
-No, you can call him.

-I don't care.
-No, I'm good.

Good.
At least we on the same page.

-Yeah.
-But I don't blame him.

What you mean, Zac?

How can anybody not want you?

Look at that shoulder. Bite it.

It look better than this food.
This is trash.

Look, Zac, n*gg*s like that that
kept breaking my heart,

leaving me at the altar and just
walking out on me, it's...

Baby, baby, stop.

I'll never break your heart
or leave you at the altar.

But you just did.

What are you talking about?

When you went after Jeremiah,
that's what you did.

-You chose him.
-No, I didn't.

Zac, you even going to jail
is choosing him.

I could see you was out here
hustling or doing whatever

and got caught up,
but you didn't.

You chose to go after Jeremiah.
That's choosing him.

And that's also choosing him

over this baby
that we have on the way.

OK.
What would you have me do then?

Check on me. Make sure I'm OK.

And think of something else
before you abandon me.

Wow. OK. OK.
I got it. I got it.

-No, you don't.
-I got it.

-I don't think you get it.
-I got it. Trust me. I got it.

-OK?
-OK.

And it will never happen again.
And I'm sorry.

So am I.

You should be,
for leaving me in jail.

Zac, I needed to make sure
you learned your lesson.

Lesson learned.

-Good.
-Mm-hmm.

You need to go see your brother.

-Now you pushing it.
-Zac, I'm serious.

That video
is all over the place.

Your brother's in the hospital.

You need to go see him before
he presses charges on your a*s.

And you better hope that D.A.
don't see it.

I'm not going to see him.

-So you want to leave me again?
-Don't do that. Don't do that.

No, Zac. That's what it is.

OK.

You need to go see him tomorrow.

I'm not going to see him.

Before your mother's funeral.
Yes, you do.

-When is that, by the way?
-I got to call this damn man.

We got to figure
it out ASAP, though.

Why?

Because the rate
is going up day by day.

That n*gga's a scammer, bro.

-Yeah, I know that.
-Yeah.

-So go see your brother, OK?
-Why'd we get back here?

I don't want to hear it, Zac.
He's in the hospital.

I'm going to text you
where to go, OK?

-Fatima...
-I'm going to bed.

-Really?
-Yes, I'm going to bed.

Fine, I'm going out.

You're going to have to
clean this up.

You don't want
to know where I'm going?

No, I do not.

How I get stuck?

Invited these crazy-a*s people,
this nasty-a*s food,

ain't nobody eat this food.

Now I got to clean it up.

Fatima! She better give
me some booty for this.

[Zac] Yo, it's Zac!

Who is it?

-[Zac] It's Zac, man!
-Oh.

What the f*ck you got this sh*t
locked up like this for?

Yo, bro. There's been
a string of robberies lately.

-You not holding?
-Oh, yeah. I'm always holding.

So what's the problem?
Why you out here so late?

Man, I got to come
in at different times,

you know, throw them off
just in case.

What, you getting threats?

Nah, nah, nothing like that,
but, you know, just in case.

So I already know
what's going on here, so.

sh*t, they knew Mike up the
street, but he got got.

-They got Mike?
-Yeah, B.

-Damn.
-It's crazy.

I mean, these young kids,
they got no code, no ethics.

They be shootings
and gangs and sh*t.

I mean, listen
to that drill music.

-Hey, oh.
-Nah, bro.

-No, you're not?
-Nah, bro.

-Hits my spirit, here.
-Yeah, that's the hood in you.

That's the hood in you, man.
Yeah, but...

-[Zac] You good?
-Yeah, I'm good, man.

What's up? What's going on?

Fatima wants me
to talk to Jeremiah.

I know. I see. I know.
I know what you guys said.

Yeah, we just don't want him
to press charges on you.

I got it.
I don't want that either.

Yeah, so I think you
should go talk to him.

-And say what?
-He was wrong.

-[Zac] I know.
-But you was wrong, too.

Dude, how was I wrong, bro?

-Can I show you something?
-Show me.

I'm not trying to
see that sh*t, bro.

Bro, you blacked out, man.
Like, you was gone.

He shouldn't have touched
my wife.

You were beating him
for everybody who did you wrong.

This wasn't just
about Fatima, yo.

How can you say that?

If he don't touch Fatima,
I don't got to touch him.

You could have k*lled him.
I mean, you damn near did, bro.

He's your brother, all right?
And we can't choose our family.

But you can't allow people to
have a say in your relationship

and allow you to lose yourself
and lose your character.

I know. I know.

These people are going
to be in your relationship

whether you like it or not.
They in your head.

Fitting to sound like
Fatima, bro.

-Well, I mean, she's right.
-That's why I didn't call Nate.

He'd have told
me I should have k*lled him.

He probably would
have helped me, too.

He would have.

See, you got these two
different sides to your brain.

You got this good dude

that everybody loves
and is a stand-up guy.

And you got this other cat

that'll just k*ll
at the drop of a dime.

The thing is,
who are you going to listen to?

Oh, f*ck.

I hear you.
I hear you, Tony. I hear you.

I say you go and talk to him.

But if you don't want
to talk to him, it's on you.

If you do, that's on you.

Either way, there's going to be
consequences to your decisions.

I hear you. I'll think about it.

All right. You do what
you think is best, bro.

-I appreciate it.
-Come on, bro.

-We family.
-Locked in, baby.

Locked in for life.

I got to go smoke, though, man.

You still smoking?

No, I'm doing edibles, actually.
Them shits is banging.

Your head look like an edible.
Edible Milk Dud.

That ain't even funny.

See, that's why your hand's
still busted.

That's why your hand's
still busted.

-I can make it worse.
-Nah, nah, we good.

Don't let the door hit you.

I appreciate the advice, though.

[Tony] Nah, you good, bro.
Always. For life, man.

See? See?
Don't even unlock the door.

That's because your hand's
f*cked up. See?

[Zac] No, this is because this
whole thing is f*cked up.

You shouldn't
have to live like this.

Hey, better safe than sorry.
Come on, man.

Aha!

-It's about time.
-Figure stuff out.

[Zac] I love you, bro.

[Tony] All right.
Love you, too, bro.

[knocks on door]
Come in.

-Yo.
-Oh, no. Hey Doc!

Shh! No, no, no, no, no, man.
I ain't come here for all that.

Sure, man.

I just came to talk, bro.

Well, you gotta hear me out.

Jeremiah?

No, man. You kicked my a*s, bro.

Bro, you can't touch Fatima,
bro.

Man, you know I got a problem.

You think that make it OK, bro?

No, I don't think it make it OK,

but she fell when I was
pulling her purse.

I don't care how she fell!
Like...

I ain't gonna talk to her again.

And you won't.
You don't talk to her.

You can't talk to her
no more, bro.

I know, man.
Man, I'm hurting, man.

I ain't come here
to fight you, bro.

I'm sorry for what I did, man.

And I know you sorry,
but you don't have to say it.

How you know I'm sorry?

Because you've kicked
my a*s before.

I have.

I want to
get off this sh*t, man.

What makes this time
any different?

Mama dead, man.

Yeah. She is.

And they say
that sh*t k*lled her.

I know this sh*t did, bro.

-[Tony] So...
- So then that's enough, bro.

Like, her death is enough, bro.

Yeah, it is.

It's enough
to get you off this sh*t?

What if I get some help?

-Would you help me?
-You want me to help you?

Yeah, would you pay for it?

If you're serious
about going this time.

I'm serious, man. I don't wanna
live like this no more.

All right. I'll help you out.

-Thanks, man.
-I gotta go.

Why did you come, bro?

-I came because I wanted to.
-What?

I just wanted to say I'm sorry.

I'm sorry too, man.

All right.

-I'm out of here, man.
-Hey, when's Mama's funeral?

You really wanna know?

Yeah, man.
I want to pay my respects.

No, I know.

I got you. I'll let you know.

Look, Zac, man, I know I ain't
never been sh*t to you, man.

-Jeremiah, man, we--
-No, man. Listen, man.

I don't wanna end up like Mama.

What you talking about?

I want to tell you
I love you, man.

And I always have.

Why you treat me like sh*t then?

Man, jealousy is a m*therf*cker.

Jealousy? What the f*ck I ever
have for you to be jealous of?

Man, look at you, man!
You got f*cking money.

All the women like you.

I'm a f*cking junkie, man!

-I'm a junkie!
-All right.

All right. Damn, Jeremiah.

Damn.

So that's why you mistreated me?

Yeah.

All right. Well...

Can you forgive me, man?

I almost beat you half to death

for you asking me
for forgiveness.

I deserved it, bro.

I wish you would've
never stopped.

Then you'd be dead,
Jeremiah, like...

f*ck. It wouldn't be so bad.

Come on, Jeremiah.

Come on, man. Man, my f*cking
kids don't even talk to me, man.

They don't say nothing to me.

When you get off this sh*t,
then you can fix that.

No, man. I f*cked up too bad.

-It's just too much damage.
-No, it ain't too much f*ck-ups.

It's never too much.
It's never too late, bro.

As long as I can just
get off this sh*t, man.

You can.

[Zac] All right, well...

I'm gonna go, bro. All right.

Look man, I love you, man.

I love you too, bro.

And I'm sorry.

Sorry too, man.

You're my little brother, man.
You're my little brother.

Let me know about
Mama's funeral, man.

I got you, bro.

-You gonna be good, man.
-I'm gonna be good.

Hey?

I'll see you when
you get out of here.

[Jeremiah] All right.

[Jeremiah cries]

♪ They wanna see us down
They wanna hit us hard♪

♪ We ain't never finna fall
Aw no♪

♪ They crossed us once and now
we ball, ball, ball♪

♪ I'ma be the one they
call, oh Lord♪

[hip hop music]

You asleep?

I love you.

I don't know what I would do if
I didn't have you.

I'm so grateful for you.

Zac, are you OK?

I went to see Jeremiah.

How'd that go?

It went.

I said I was sorry.

He said he was sorry.

I cried. He cried.

-That's good, baby.
-Yeah.

He's good when he's sober.

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

He told me he wanted me
to help him get clean.

You gonna do it?

-I'ma do what I can.
-That's all you can do, baby.

Yeah.

-I love you.
-I love you, too.

-And I know you really love me.
-Mm-hmm.

This is really a beautiful
moment with you and Jeremiah.

Yes, it is.

-Can we keep it that way?
-Mm-hmm.

-Zac?
-Hm?

Can you get your hard d*ck
off my back?

-Hmm?
-"Hmm?"

-You said "Hm," you can hear me.
-No, I was just...

-You just, what?
-I can't help that, you know?

Have you seen your back lately?
Your back backin', you know?

-Zac, come on.
-OK, OK, OK.

-Mm-hmm.
-We can just lay here.

-All right.
-Until we fall asleep.

Or...

Or, yes, yes, I like "or."

-Oh, you do?
-I like "or."

What's up? I like "or."

-Do you?
-Mm-hmm.

You can answer
some questions for me.

Mm-mm. Mm-mm.

Get up. You the one that
woke me up. Get up.

-[Zac snores]
-Zac, stop playing.

Get up.

OK, all right. OK. I started it.

-Mm-hmm. You did. Yes.
-What's up? What's up?

-So...
-Yes?

When you saw that
fake-a*s picture of me,

you didn't blink an eye.

No.

Why not?

You wouldn't do
nothing like that.

Like, you move with,
like, integrity and purpose.

You know, even when you mad,
you might leave a n*gga in jail,

but you ain't gonna just go run
up on somebody else.

Feel me?

-No, I wouldn't.
-Exactly.

But...

Oh gosh, then there's a but.
There's always a but.

-No, baby.
-Oh no, you're sitting up.

Oh, there you go.
Now she's sitting up.

Now, come on. Come on, now.
You're sitting up. Come on.

-Seriously.
-OK.

I love you
with everything in me.

I mean everything.

Yeah.

And before I go out with
someone else, I'll let you know.

Well, damn.

I mean, what you want me to say?

You really gonna go out
with somebody else?

Zac, I cannot see myself
with anybody else.

Good, good.

But baby, seriously, if you
don't get your sh*t together...

I know.

I won't lose you.

Well, you come really close
several times.

I know. I know.

So you promise to be calm?

-I promise. I promise.
-Mm-hmm.

Zac, I don't want our kids
around this.

-I know. I know. I know.
-OK.

Zac, you are a good man.
You really are.

And I love you.

You're not perfect.

But if we continue to work
towards what we need to,

-I'm good.
-I can rock with that.

All right.

So, now that we...

Got that out the way...

We are not having sex.

-OK?
-Damn. What? Why?

Because you was with
old boy, right?

Right? I'm just playing.
I'm playing. I'm playing.

-I'm playing.
-You play too much.

I'm playing, I'm playing,
I'm playing, no, no, no.

Look, I took one look at that
photo. I knew it was old.

How could you be
so sure, though?

Because I know you.

That picture had
an ear pierced to the top.

That hole been closed.

How did you know it was closed?

Fatima, I know every hole
in your body.

-Really?
-Yeah, really.

OK, but...

-Wow. Thought you trusted me.
-I do trust you.

-I just had to verify.
-Oh, I bet you did.

Yeah, you remember that, huh?
Verifications.

Oh, I love verifying. Yeah.

So...

Since we are loving
on each other, we're up.

[Fatima] OK.

-Oh, your arm is?
-Yeah, the arm's coming out.

-OK, well, let me sit up.
-All right, go ahead. Sit up.

So, um, I figured,
since we're being transparent.

Mm-hmm.

We could talk about
some of your issues.

My, my issues?

Yes, your issues.

I know I'm not perfect, but what
issues do you have with me?

No, you not, but...

You tend to
fly off the handle sometimes.

OK, I have gotten better.

OK.

-You've gotten better.
-Exactly.

But you...go ahead.

-I know what you're gonna say.
-What I'm gonna say?

That I jump to conclusions.
I don't do that anymore.

You just jumped to a conclusion.

You just did that.

But you right, though.

You do be jumping
to conclusions.

-Wow, that's crazy.
-Yeah.

-OK.
-But you got better.

-Thank you.
-Yes.

-Anything else?
-Um...

You tend
to be insecure sometimes.

OK now,
you're taking this way too far.

Just, no, it's a little bit.

-Me, Fatima, insecure. What?
-I don't see nobody else...

"Fatima" and "insecure" don't
even go in the same sentence.

No, but they go
in the same person.

-Wow.
-Sometimes, babe.

OK, well, baby,
that's your truth.

I don't have to
agree with it, but...

[whispers] Accountability...

-Listen, I am improving.
-Yes.

-I'm getting better.
-Mm-hmm.

And that's all I can ask for,

because I need to
improve as well.

So we can both
get better together.

-I like that. Let's do that.
-I love it. I love it.

-Me too.
-Yeah?

All right.
So there's nothing else?

There's nothing else?

Oh, now you're ready
to go to bed now?

-Now you're tired now, right?
-Yes.

-So tired.
-OK, come on.

Thank you.

I figured that
that'll put you to sleep.

-Oh, yep.
-Amongst other things.

-Wore me out.
-That wore you out, huh?

-Mm-hmm.
-Make sure we get some sleep.

[Fatima] OK.

Zac? What are you doing?

Listen, all I'm saying is you
don't even gotta do nothing.

-I wanted to sleep.
-OK.

Thank you.

I'll just back up over
here by myself.

[Fatima] OK.

Just...
[groans]

Come on, boy.

[Zac] That's what
I'm talking about!

-[Fatima] Oh my god.
-[Zac] Making me wait!

[suspenseful music]

You know what time it is, n*gga.

Run it.

I can't let you do this, bro.

You wanna die tonight?

'Cause I ain't playing.

Yo, you ain't got to do this,
just put the g*n down, man.

I said give it to me. Now!

[g*nshots]

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