02x06 - Too Close For Comfort

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This sh*t crazy.
This b*tch could cook and moan,

that's all I need.

[Zac] Previously on Zatima ...

[Deja] This country-a*s b*tch
from next door!

- No.
- That's what happened to me.

[Zac] No. She--
it was a slip and fall.

Fatima, your mom's here.

- I see that.
- I can look at him and tell

that he has been in jail.

- [Angela] Let's go to Club Eden.
- Okay, fine, fine.

For real?

I'm Shawn. And you're...?

[Deja] My homegirl, she works
at that spot, she sent me that.

She's down there
with a n*gga right now.

- You should take her home first.
- Uh, no.

- Okay, I got you.
- No.

What? Why?

I am not letting
you take some strange man

- into your house.
- He is not strange.

His name is Shane.
No. Shawn? Shawn. Shawn.

- Shawn.
- He's Shawn.

- And what's his last name?
- Sexy m*therf*cker.

- Angela.
- What? He is. Look at him.

You're not going in her house.

So you trust me
to take you home?

- 'Cause I got a g*n.
- Damn.

Mm-hmm.
Yeah. And a man.

sh*t. I used to have a man.

- Shawn, do you like d*ck?
- What? My own.

No, I mean, like,
on another man.

Nah, that's not my thing.

See, I had a man,
but he liked d*ck.

Okay. All right. That is enough.
Let's go. We're going inside.

- Just come back.
- No! No!

Call me.

Angela, I'm not playing
with you. Get out.

- Ooh.
- Are you all right?

- Fatima.
- You good?

- I'm good.
- You good?

I'm flexible. Yeah.

- [Shawn] You got everything?
- I got it. It's fine.

- Come on!
- I'm comin'!

- You go in the house.
- Okay.

- No. Don't call her.
- Why he can't call me, Fatima?

Put some damn shoes on.
You're lookin' country.

[Angela] Doing it!

Yo. You sure you
don't need a ride?

- No, I'm good.
- Okay.

You know what?
On second thought,

- just take me around the corner.
- All right. Come on.

- You good?
- Yep.

And uh, don't forget I'm sober
and I got a g*n.

- sh*t.
- Let's go.

[music]

♪ Love ain't perfect ♪

♪ But we still work it ♪

♪ May not 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-do-do
We still work it ♪

All you have to do is
just come a little closer.

Deja, that's not happening.

What?

- Deja, stop.
- Stop what?

Stop. Will you stop?
All right. Enough. Okay?

You're doing all of this
just to get her mad.

- What are you talking about?
- Well, it's not gonna happen.

- What's not gonna happen?
- You sending me pictures

and all this stuff with these
girls and stuff

trying to make me mad at Fatima.
It don't matter what you do.

I'm not gonna be with you.

Don't flatter yourself. I don't
wanna f*ck' be with you.

You just need to chill, okay?
And that's my girl.

Stop calling her dog, doing all
this bullshit with the freaking

neck brace. Look at you.
There's nothing wrong with you.

Yes, there is.
My neck hurts so bad.

Deja, there's nothing
wrong with your neck.

Come on just please help me,
help me. You're gonna--

You're gonna help
my back get better.

Deja, there's nothing--
Deja, stop coming.

I will elbow the sh*t
out of you. Okay?

I really came here to tell you
to stop. Just stop. Damn.

We gotta live next door.
You gotta pay your rent.

And stop telling me
she gonna play me.

Okay, fine. Well, she's just
enjoying the d*ck then.

Fine. She may be, but she's not
just here because I got money.

She was with me when
I didn't have money.

Like I said,
she was enjoying the d*ck.

You know what, Deja? There
was--there was a time when-

No. Let me tell you. Let me tell
you. How about you tell her--

How about you tell her
that you went broke.

And let's see what she does.

Why you want me
to play these games?

Because that's--that's the only
way you're gonna find out

about the truth.

- I know what the truth is.
- Which is what?

She loves me.

- That's the truth.
- Okay, yeah. Real cute.

Every girl ain't like you, Deja.

- What's that supposed to mean?
- Every girl ain't chasing d*ck

and dollars, Deja.

d*ck and Dollars Deja.
That's what I'ma call you

from now on.
Deja d*ck and Dollars.

- I like that.
- You would like that. You would.

You would like that.
Deja, I gotta get out of here.

- No, you really don't.
- Stop touching me!

I am trying my hardest,
really my hardest

not to f*ck the sh*t out of you.

- I can tell.
- Okay? Stop. Okay? Stop.

I'm trying my hardest.
But you have--I'm trying--

And you need to leave the whole
lawyer sh*t alone, please.

- Are you serious?
- Yes, can we live next door?

No, do me a favor. Look,
look on the table. You see that?

- What's that on the table?
- That's from my doctor.

Do you know I have
to see a specialist now?

She really f*cked
my back up, Zachary.

I don't got no f*cking money
to pay for that!

I don't even have insurance!

And you can't even
give me no d*ck?

- You're a liar.
- Make it make sense!

At least if she beat me up,
you'll give me some d*ck

- and even the sh*t out!
- Okay. I can't do this.

Okay. Fine. Go. I didn't want
your a*s over here anyway!

I want somebody
that want me back.

Leave the water
and the stereo alone.

Get the f*ck out of my house.

- [Zac] Pay your rent.
- Give me some d*ck!

[door shuts]

as*h*le.

Bye. Thanks for the ride.

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Yo, what are you doing?

What?
You don't need nothin' from me.

What?

You obviously gettin'
it next door.

Fatima, stop playin'.
You don't believe that.

- Yeah, I do.
- No, you don't

'cause if you did, you'd be in
here sh**ting up everything.

No, I wouldn't.

And what the hell
do you have on?

This was in my
mother's care package.

She don't want you to ever
have grandkids, do she?

Not from your a*s.

So you can go on
and go back over there with her.

You better stop sayin' that sh*t

'cause you know
you don't mean it.

Zac...

Let me tell you something.

When I start to ask myself,

Fatima, what the hell
are you doing?

That's when I come to my senses.

What's that even mean? Does that
got anything to do with me?

Zac, the guy
on the elevator today,

he was just trying to be nice.

[Zac] Please don't bring up that
joker.

Why? Huh?

'Cause he hemmed you up?

You see I almost broke his jaw,
too, right?

You see that, right?

Yeah. You're always trying to be
the f*cking tough guy.

I'm not trying to be
the f*cking tough guy.

- I am the f*cking tough guy.
- Zac, go to sleep.

Okay. Yo, Fatima, I know you.
There's no way you'd be this

cool if you really thought I was
having sex with her next door.

Again, Zac,
you don't really know me.

Fatima, stop telling me
I don't know you. I know you.

You know what, Zac?

I'm gonna have the movers
come tomorrow

to take my things
back to my place.

Whatever.

And you still
haven't apologized.

What am I apologizing
for you for?

Hold up, don't--do not raise
your voice at me.

You pulled up to my house
in some random car

with a dude I ain't
never seen before,

but I did see pictures
of you in the club.

And you mad at me?
Make it make sense, Fatima.

I'm not mad.

- Whatever. Whatever.
- No, Zac. I've been mad.

I've been hurt.

Yeah. And I do that thing
where I get quiet

and I process sh*t.

But when I make my way
clear of it,

that's when I realize you are
not ready for a relationship.

- Me?
- Yes.

Okay. So it's all me,
all the time?

Zac, I'm looking at you coming
out of this girl's house

trying to hide
how hard your d*ck is.

That's the point, Fatima.
If I would've f*cked her,

my d*ck wouldn't have been hard.
It would've been soft.

Yeah, Zac,
but it was hard for her.

My d*ck be hard
for you all the time,

but it's too much, remember?

You didn't want it, right?

Come on, man.
You can't have it both ways.

You just want me to want you
when you want me to want you.

What about me?

Is that what you
think I'm doing?

I don't know what you're doing.
I don't.

I just know that
it's not working for me.

- You know what?
- What?

Ever since you went
to see your mother--

- Don't do--don't.
- No, Zac.

- No. Don't do that, okay?
- You have been angry.

You the one that told me to go
see my mother. You did.

And it's the same time that you
started holding out on me, so

- don't do that. Don't do that.
- All right. Fine.

- I see we're not getting where-
- No, we're not getting anywhere.

You know what? Cool.
I'll just--yep. I'll just go.

You'll just what?
You'll just what?

- I'll just go.
- Fine. Go ahead and run.

Run back to the '80s like this
f*cking outfit you got on.

Really?

- I'm not running, Zac.
- Then what do you call it?

You put me in this situation
and just expect me to take it?

- Me?
- Yes.

No accountability at all?
It's me all the time, it's me.

- So f*ck it, okay? f*ck it.
- I will.

All right. Then call your mother
and your father and tell them

I'm not coming to dinner
and that you cancelled it.

Oh. Gladly. I'll do that, too.

You know what, Zac?
I'll do you one even better.

What Fatima?

I'll go to their house right now
and sleep in my old room.

No, matter of fact,
you don't even got to do that.

I'll go sleep on the couch.

Oh, no. This is your house,
remember?

Yeah. You've reminded me of that
way too many times.

I ain't got sh*t
to say to you, Zac.

It's always me, always me.
Always.

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[Angela laughs]

Oh, Shane, yes.
Ooh, giddy up.

Angela, it's Fatima.
Don't sh**t.

I forgot my spare key.

You know, I need to--
uh, what the--

- Hey, girl.
- What? What are you doing?

I thought you was going to bed.

- Oh. Who is that?
- It's um--

- Shawn?
- Uh, yeah.

[Fatima] Oh my God!
Are you kidding me right now?

You don't know him!

Fatima, you don't know everybody
you screw. Girl, just go!

- Did you really just say that?
- What?

Um, you know what? I gotta um--
I just need to get upstairs.

Yeah, yeah. Go, go, go, go.
Oh sh*t.

Who was that? Your roommate?

- No. That's Fatima.
- [Shawn] The girl I just met?

Yeah.

She go to bed lookin' like that?

Oh--n*gga, shut up and focus.
Just--

Yes. Almost, almost, almost.

Yes!

Man.

I'm not calling you.

Wake up, fool!

[laughs]

I'm up, man. Damn.

What? You went out last night?

You know I did.

So you can't pay me,
but you got money to go out?

You know this
situation is temporary.

[Tony] Do I?

You know Lori gonna be hitting
me up any day now

asking me to come back.

Bruh, you've been saying that
for a few days now, man.

You know it's true. You know
she's gonna be calling me.

Bruh, what do you care, man?
You already want a divorce.

I don't know about all that.
Plus, she would k*ll my a*s

with that child support.
I got two kids.

In that case, you need
to start straightening up.

Yeah, I know. And uh, man,
thanks for letting me crash

on the couch while we sort all
this sh*t out. I appreciate it.

Holy sh*t, boy. Give me that two
times. You growing up and sh*t.

Get out of here, man.
Don't make me feel bad.

- Chill out, man.
- I'm proud of you, bruh.

- Oh, what the?
- [Tony] What happened?

- No. This sh*t can't be real.
- What are you talking about?

- Bro, this--this is ol' girl.
- Who?

Bro, this Fatima.

- Fatima?
- Yeah.

Yo, what is this?

It's uh--it's a dating app.
Get you some a*s now.

Bruh, you are a wh*re.

You know, she got a whole
single's profile, man.

But, but, but, what is that?

Bruh, look, look. It shows you
in her bio location where she is

and what she's looking for.

And it says right here she's
on Condor Street right now.

Bruh, that can't be real.
This early in the morning,

she's at home with Zac, bruh.

- Nah, man. This is her.
- Somebody's using her profile

picture catfishing or
something like that, man.

I'm just saying.
Think about it, bruh.

- How do you know that?
- Why would she need to

go on a dating app. You've seen
Fatima. She's bad, bruh.

She don't gotta do
that to get no dude.

Nah, man. This is her, bruh.

You still mad about Lori.

I'm over that sh*t already,
all right? So chill.

How are you over it? You just
said that your nose still hurts

from that bat. Lori,
it's not what it looks like.

Ooh, ooh, ooh.

Bruh. Nah, man, but what if she
really is at this address?

I don't know, bruh. Look, I need
to get to work anyway.

Clean this up, aight?

Aight, yeah, yeah.
You go to work, man.

Take a shower. I'ma call Zac.

You call him, he's gonna
tell you the same thing.

She's at home.

Okay. Well, let's see.

- I'ma call him right now.
- Do it.

I am.

[phone ringing]

See. I'm calling Zac.

- [Zac] Yo.
- What you doin'?

Man, why are you
calling me so early?

You either want bail money
or weed money.

Okay, so you in a pissy mood,
I see.

- [Zac] What do you want?
- Check your phone.

I just sent you something.

- No.
- [Nathan] What?

No. Listen. If this is
about Fatima and ol' boy,

I don't wanna see nothin'.

Yo, wait.
Fatima was with some dude?

[Zac] Look, I'm not dealing
with this right now.

I've gotta go to work.

Hey, bruh, bruh. Just open up
what I sent you, man.

- Check it out.
- Fine!

Damn.

Let me see that app again, bruh.

What the? Bruh, I told you
this was her, man.

That's her.

This b*tch. Wow.

[Angela] Ooh.

- [giggles]
- Mm-hmm...

Yeah. Hey, girl.

I'm surprised you're not
doing the walk of shame.

Oh, I'm not.
But he will.

- I'm sorry. What?
- Yeah, girl. I just woke him up.

- I wore his a*s out last night.
- Okay, you really need to--

- Don't. Don't. Don't.
- Okay.

Look, I know you're upset about
Bryce, but has he called you?

- Girl, he won't stop calling me.
- Angela, talk to that man.

Can't you just talk
to him for me?

Okay, friend. I will.

Thank you.

Look, I gotta get ready
for work anyway.

Oh, not until you tell me why
you came over here last night.

What's goin' on?

I don't wanna talk it.
I'll tell you later.

- Lunch?
- Yeah. We can do that, but...

I wanted to ask you something.
You remember Paul?

- Yeah. The contractor.
- Yes. Well, um, he recommended

a really good therapist,
and he's really good.

- I think he could--
- 'Tima.

- -help Zac.

I don't think so.

Look, Angela. I looked him up,
and he helps ex-cons, vets,

Black men, and he helps them
deal with their past trauma.

Fatima, if Zac finds out...

You know.

I know, Angela,
but this sh*t is on the rocks.

- Mm...
- Girl...

- Hey.
- Hey, what's up, Fatima?

- Hey, Shawn.
- All right. I'll talk

- to you later, all right?
- Yeah. Maybe.

All right. I'll see you.

- Ooh.
- See you later, all right.

- sh*t.
- Oh.

Sis, I'ma gonna let you
handle that, okay?

Fatima.

- I'll see you at work.
- Okay.

Gotta go. Bye.

Excuse me, yeah, you need to
go on and go too.

- [Shawn] All right.
- [Fatima] Bye, Bryce.

- Hey.
- Hey.

What's up? Are you avoiding me?

- Bryce, I'm not avoiding you.
- What do you call it?

Look, I think you just need
to give me some space, okay?

Okay. Hold on. Angela,
just tell me what happened.

Why don't you tell
me what happened? Hmm?

What do you mean?
I don't know what's going on.

That's why I'm here.

- Okay.
- Please, Angela.

How about me, you, Fatima and
Zac all have dinner? Hmm?

Yeah.

Yeah. Okay. Good.
I think there's something

we all need to talk about.

Yeah. Okay.

Good. I'll make the arrangements
and I'll give you a call.

- You're sure you wanna do that?
- Yeah, I'm sure.

All right, well,
what are you doing right now?

Do you wanna go out
to breakfast with me?

No. I gotta get dressed. Okay?
I gotta go to work.

Okay. Well, who the f*ck was
that guy that was here?

Bryce, Bryce, Bryce.
You don't get to ask me that.

- Really?
- Really.

- So that's where we're at?
- That's where we're at.

Okay? So I'll give
you a call about dinner.

- Yeah. All right.
- Yeah.

Good to know.

f*ck.

[line ringing]

- Hi, um, Dr. Reid?
- [Dr. Reid] Yes?

- This is Fatima.
- [Dr. Reid] Yes. Paul told me

that you may be calling.
He told me to treat you well.

Thank you. Um, do you happen to
have any availability this week?

I would love to come by and
get some counseling from you.

[Dr. Reid] Yes, I have some
time later today.

- Can you come in?
- Yes, yes. I can.

[Dr. Reid] Okay. Do you have
my secretary's number?

Um, yeah.
Yeah, I do have it. Yes.

[Dr. Reid] I believe she
has yours as well.

She will call you to set it up.

- Okay. Thank you.
- [Dr. Reid] You're welcome.

All right. Bye.

[sighs] Angela.

[line ringing]

- [Angela] Hello.
- How did that go?

What's up, girl?

[Fatima] Don't act like Bryce
wasn't just there.

Yeah. I am sick of him.

Damn, girl.
You get over 'em quick.

[Angela] Yeah. I have to.

[sighs] So what did he want?

Fatima, can you just
help me with this?

[Fatima] Help you?
What do you mean, Angela?

Can you invite me
and him over for dinner?

You and Bryce?

[Angela] Yeah.

Why?

'Cause we just need
to all talk, okay?

[sighs] Look, Angela, things are
not great around here right now.

I don't think it's a good time.

[Angela] I know, but while
they're not great, we should

at least get it all straight.

Why don't you just ask him?

'Cause I'm not sure
how I'm gonna react.

And I just need you to be there
with me, okay?

[Fatima] All right. I can. Yeah.

- Okay.
- But I don't know about Zac.

[Angela] What?

Well, we were supposed to go
to my parents today for dinner,

but I'm just gonna cancel it.

- [Angela] Oh, you can't do that.
- Why?

- Um, have you met your mama?
- [Fatima] I know. I know.

Yeah, you should at least
go to that dinner.

Why? And just sit
there and pretend?

Besides, Zac's being an as*h*le.

[Angela] Fatima.

Look, it'll just
be awkward, Angela.

[Angela] So what
are you gonna do?

I called the therapist.

Fatima. You know if-if--
if Zac finds out

that the contractor's
told you that number.

[Fatima] Look, at this point,
I don't care.

[Angela] Yeah.

[Zac moaning]

Uh, Angela. Hold on.

[Angela] You sure?

- Shh.
- Okay.

I know--You gotta be kidding
me right now. Bye girl.

Bye.

sh*t.

I know this m*therf*cker ain't--
Zac, I know you ain't!

Ooh!

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