01x08 - Got Til' It's Gone

[bunniefuu]

We found a lot
of unhooked cords.

Any idea what those might
have been connected to?

No.

You have no idea what those
look like they belong to?

I mean, 'cause I asked around,
and a lot of us think

it could fit something
like a camera, maybe a phone.

Sounds like you're
the expert to me.

Where were you during
this alleged robbery?

Home.

Anybody that can vouch for that?

I live alone.

If the walls could talk.

We found unplugged cords
all over the penthouse, Q.

Did Dr. Logan
have cameras there?

I'm sorry.
I work for Logan & Associates.

But you also
frequent the penthouse.

Don't know anything about that.

Do you know if they put cameras
in fitting rooms?

Seems like you shop.

Frequently.

You know, since Judge Dupri
is holding Dr a ya for extortion,

you might want to start talking
before you end up next to her.

Didn't extort anyone.
Don't know anything about that.

Why are you so hell-bent
on saving her a*s?

You know, she wouldn't
do the same, right?

Or maybe you don't.

That's sweet.

Dr. Serena.

Dr. Logan,
have you had a chance

to talk to the tenants yet?

No, not yet.

Dr a ya, look,
I can't stress how serious I am

about reaching out
to the Ethics Board.

Okay, listen, I know,
and I will, okay?

I... I just need to find
the right way to go about it.

There's no right way.

Just get it over with.

Be honest.
They'll understand.

Listen, I will get that handled.
I have to go.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Can't find this IP
from these encrypted messages.

Tried every possible solution
and nothing.

Okay, how did they get
their contacts?

Q, you said this sh*t
was supposed to be airtight.

Um... which is...

...why I wanted to talk to you.

- I think it was an inside job.
- How's that possible?

They all received
the same message.

If you were trying
to extort your roommate,

wouldn't you send yourself
the same message?

Well...

Smart b*tches.

So who do we think it could be?

There's only one person
that broke the rules.

The husband.

Do me a favor...
I need you to pull

all the security footage
from last week

and check and see if there's
anything out of the ordinary.

I'll let you know.

Hey, Dray.

Feels like old times.

Bye, Q.

Hey.

Oh, sh*t.
This is...

- too easy.
- Too easy.

Having them drop this money
at the penthouse

was the perfect idea.

Mm-hmm, and to think
I was looking at you crazy.

Didn't think this would work.

Jordan's a*s is so scary,

she just drops the money
and runs.

And Gina doesn't give a f*ck
because it's Julio's money.

So it's a win-win for us.

Should have asked for more.

I see why clients
be doing this sh*t.

Like, this sh*t
literally is too easy.

Okay, don't get used to it,
'cause after this sh*t, I'm out.

Hmm. Well, you know,

the Southeast boys
keep hitting me up.

I don't know how much longer
I can dodge them.

Don't dodge them.
Just give them an IOU.

An IOU?
This ain't no friendly exchange.

If I give them an IOU,
them m*therf*ckers will k*ll me.

Well, we're almost done
paying Mona off.

Maybe when we're finished,
we can toss them a few.

Or we could take what we got...

...and say f*ck 'em all.

Okay, now you're talking crazy.

Am I?

I'm not about to be on the run,

looking over my shoulder
for your black a*s.

Did you, um,
send those invitations out?

- Yep.
- I don't have any confirmation.

Come to think of it,
I haven't gotten any responses.

Not even my VIP.

- Who?
- Judge Dupri.

You know he's usually
on it on it.

Yeah, I'll check to see
if it went through.

Could just be the signal.

Okay.

How does it taste?

Um, did you hear me?

I guess I'm talking
to myself, then.

Damn, Gina!

b*tch!

You know you know how to cook
your f*cking a*s off.

You know, I know how
to throw down or whatever.

So what is it?

You're just not gonna
f*cking talk to me at all?

I see you've been
spending money.

Putting it away to run away
with your lover?

I'm not here to talk about that.

Well, it's either that
or shut the f*ck up

and eat this basura.

Yo, Mark.

I told you.

Yeah.

No, I can't go over there.
Not tonight.

Tonight's the gala.
I'll go over there tomorrow.

Yeah.

No, you the man.

Alright. Gracias.
You too.

Hmm. What'd he have to say?

I passed the second drug test.

Congratulations.

You better be glad
I know how to make moves.

Because if that
didn't go my way,

you and your lover
would be dead.

Enjoy your lunch.

You.

- Hey, babe.
- Hi, baby.

Listen, I have to go through
some files with the attorney,

so I'll call you later.

And put those towels down,
alright?

I'll call Rose
to clean up later, okay?

I got this.

And I might even
take the girls out tonight.

Baby, they would love that.

I knew that would
make you smile.

- I love you.
- I love you more. Alright.

Hey, sis.

What's up, bro?

- Mwah.
- It's so good to see you.

It's so good to be seen.

Hey, boo.

Hey!

I know you are so happy
he's home.

Yes. Yes, yes, yes, I am.
Let me get this out the way.

Oh, so what did you tell Keith?

I told him
that I took out a loan.

Okay. Well...

- Are you not happy?
- Yes, of course I am.

Why are you making that face?

I feel like
I'm walking on eggshells,

hoping I don't say something
to incriminate myself.

JoJo, don't nobody know
you was doing that sh*t but me.

Yeah, you and the ladies
at the penthouse

and whoever this as*h*le is
that's blackmailing me.

What?

Yeah.

It's got me f*cked up.

I mean, they are threatening to
reveal all my secrets, Adrienne,

and you know I can't do that.

Like, I-I can't do that.

You cannot go back
to that penthouse.

Okay, what am I gonna do? Who's
gonna pay for all this sh*t?

I mean, we gon' have to
figure something out.

Listen, it worked for what
we needed it to work for, okay?

Mom's bill is taken care of.
Keith is out.

The girls are taken care of.
We'll figure something else out.

No, I still have to pay 25K
on Keith's attorney fees.

I got to pay
the treatment for...

Okay.

Okay.

- Listen, do you think...
- I...

I'm scared as f*ck.

And I can't even tell the one
person who would protect me.

- Well, maybe you can.
- I can't tell him.

Where you going?

To the car.
I'll be back.

Okay.

Okay.

Honey.

Listen.

- Take this.
- What the f*ck, Adrienne?

Don't ask questions.

It's clean.
It's unregistered.

Wh...
Where did you get this from?

Listen, if you're
at that penthouse

and some sh*t goes off,
you better...

- You put this sh*t down.
- ...light they a*s up.

Oh, my God, dude.

Listen.

Here's a clip, okay?

Only use it if you have to.

Just take it.

I've been talking
with the executives,

and we all agree
that we don't think

an episode with, uh, Chris
on his show would work.

Oh, uh... really?

Wow, Cherise.

You could have called me
on the phone and told me that.

I could have,
but then I wouldn't be able

to see your face
when I say this.

We don't think it would work

because we think
you are best suited

for an hour by yourself.

Are you serious?

Oh, my God, Cherise!

Everybody loves you.

And I've been advocating for you
because you belong here.

Oh, my gosh.
Thank you so much.

Just continue to be
the beautiful person you are.

That's all the thanks I need.

I will.

I am putting my name
on the line for you.

So no more sh1tting the bed.

You like saying that, huh?

Listen, I promise...

I won't.

If everything flushes out...
Get it?

If everything flushes out
the way we expect it to,

then you'll be added
to next year's lineup.

I'll have your agent and lawyer
look at the paperwork,

and they can send it back to me,
and then we can talk

concepts, themes,
and episodic ideas.

Yes!

Hey, what's up?
There go my girl.

- Hey, baby.
- Hey, how you doin'?

- You look good.
- You look amazing.

Few LBs.

- So, how have you been?
- I'm okay, for what it is.

Just okay?

Cam, it is what it is.

Now, I love me some Wharf,
but I am not in the mood today.

Why did you bring me here?

Look, I got something that's
gonna change your mood.

Just called me
the marijuana man!

- What is this?
- Your contract.

I don't want to do
"Ballin'" anymore.

Stop being a Sour b*tch Kid
and look at it.

Go ahead.
Look at it.

It says "Damn, Gina."

Yes, it's a working title...
A play on "Martin."

But they wouldn't realize
that this is your show.

- My own show?
- Yes, your show, Gina!

Cam, how did you do this?
My own show?!

Yes!
Stare, b*tches!

Y'all looking at the next Kim K!

Cam, I can't believe
you did this.

- Yes.
- How did you pull this off?

Get me a pen. I need to sign
this sh*t right now.

Yes, you do.

Lavar.

Lavar!

Lavar!

What the hell is y'all
sitting over there doing?

Them chairs ain't tipping.

You ain't got no business
in them if they ain't tipping.

Get your a*s up.

Andale, ándale, ándale,
ándale, ándale!

g*dd*mn it!

sh*t!

Where in the hell is Lavar?

Drive me f*cking crazy.

sh*t.

And we put just two over here.

Ain't too much going on.

You good, Pop?

Will be,
soon as I catch this b*tch.

She the one got you locked up?

Yes, that's her.

What you gonna do to her, Pop?

Hey, I don't need you
worried about that.

So, what's been up with you?

You know me.
Still spinning the block.

Trying to make sure
sh*t's straight for you, Pop.

My man.

I don't really need you
out here, though, son.

I want you in the club.

sh*t, me too.

But Auntie don't want to
teach me.

She think I'm stupid,
but I'm not.

Damn right you not.
You my seed.

- That's impossible.
- Hell yeah.

That sh*t she got going
with that b*tch-a*s lawyer

running for her
made me see her different.

You feel me?

She kept him around for me.

You made her keep him, Pop?

You wanted me home, right?

I mean, yeah, but...

Well, then.
The n*gga had a purpose.

We just got one over here.

So, what you saying, Pops?

That n*gga ain't got a purpose
no more?

sh*t, I can't think of one.

sh*t, say the list, man.

I'm'a need you to hold off
on that for a minute, though.

I got a few other names
I want to add to the list.

No, I got you, Pop.

What the... What the...

What the f*ck?!
What the f*ck?

What the f*ck?

What up, li'I sis?

Oh, my God!

Dr a ya!
How did it go?

Hey, Crystal.
It was f*cking awesome.

They offered me my own spot.

What?!
Yes! Yes!

I knew you would.

Oh, I am so happy.

No, really, seriously, Crystal,
I am overjoyed.

Girl, you deserve this moment.

You're right.
I f*cking do.

And, um, there's one more thing.

I'm shutting down
the penthouse project.

Really?

Yeah, listen, I'll fill you in

and tell you about it later,
okay?

Huh. Well, just put it all
in the manuscript.

Oh, you know I am. That's why
I did this whole thing.

But, um, I'm really excited.
I just... I have to go, okay?

I just wanted to let you know.

Yes! Okay, girl.
Keep me in the loop.

Alright. Bye.

Siri, text penthouse group chat.

Meet me in an hour.
911.

Whew.

f*ck.
sh*t, great.

Now I have to change.

What kind of comment?

Oh, hey.

What would be, uh, appropriate?

"Me and my wife want to
get with you."

It's Dr a ya.

"911 penthouse meeting."

You think she found the drugs?

I don't know, but I'll go.

Look, I'll go with you.

Okay, but maybe we should
drive separately.

She's got this
"no husbands" rule.

That's fine.
Let's go.

Come on.
I'm gonna grab my jacket.

I'm in here.

- Jordan.
- What's the emergency?

No, seriously,

'Cause if it's not one thing,
it's another.

This better not be some sh*t.
What's going on, Dr a ya?

Y'all filming something
up in here?

Actually, that is what I wanted
to talk to you all about.

About?

I'm sorry,
I don't mean to be so dramatic.

I just needed us
all together at once, so...

Okay, you're scaring me, girl,
and I ain't easily scared.

What's going on?

Listen, this last few months

have not really been
in alignment, okay,

with who I truly am.

Dr a ya, what the f*ck
are you trying to say?

Fine.

I'll just keep it real
with y'all.

Please.

I've been filming the penthouse.

Wait, what?
Since when?

Since the beginning.

My sessions too?

Yes.
And you too, Gina.

Are you f*cking crazy?
What the f*ck is wrong with you?

Why would you do that?

Seriously,
that's some sick-a*s sh*t.

If I wanted to be a porn star,
I could be getting paid for it.

You know, low-key this is good
for my advertisement.

I could put the promos
on my website.

Shut the f*ck up, Syleena!

- Okay, Jordan.
- Wait, wait.

Are those the cameras?

And list... no, no.

Okay.
Q wiped them clean.

There's nothing on there.

No one will ever see
any of the footage.

No, no, no, no, no. How the f*ck
do we know we can trust you?

You told us there was
no f*cking cameras in here.

Exactly. And so now
we're supposed to trust you?

You have lost your f*cking mind.
You violated me.

And you know I can't have images
circulating out there.

At first it was for my research.
I told you, for my book.

But then I found out one of you
broke the rules.

Syleena.

Wait, there's only
one f*cking rule.

You brought your husband
up in here?

To be fair,
I said it was my partner.

I just didn't say
it was my husband.

Okay, which one of you b*tches

is trying to extort me?

What? Obviously I don't need
the f*cking money.

Obviously I don't know that.

You might be trying to save
so you can leave Julio.

Oh, God, if that was the f*cking
case I would extort his a*s.

But you, you've been
secretly filming us.

What the f*ck are
you doing with these tapes?

Yo, you're a sick b*tch.

Just to be clear, I don't need
the money either, Gina.

But I can tell you both
who might.

After all,
it was you who brought

drugs into my penthouse,
Syleena.

Wait, what?
You stole my sh*t?

You brought drugs in here.

Hell f*cking no! You brought
drugs into our penthouse?

I paid for it, and I've
been paying for this sh*t.

Give me my sh*t, b*tch.

More like, give me my sh*t,
b*tch.

Who the f*ck are you?!

Your worst f*cking nightmare
if I don't get my sh*t.

Lavar, what the f*ck are you
doing in here?

Good to see you too, baby.

I see I'm'a have to
take it again.

- Whoa!
- b*tch!

I see I'm'a have to k*ll you

like I'm'a do
your f*cking n*gga.

Oh, my God, Syleena!

f*ck!
Aah! f*ck!

What the f*ck, Jordan?

b*tch!

sh**t his a*s!
Do it.

- Aah!
- f*ck! Ohh! f*ck!

Oh, my God.

k*ll you too, b*tch!

sh**t him!
Do it!

Ohh, f*ck!

sh**t it!

Oh!

Oh, my God.

I should have r*ped you, b*tch.

- Oh, sh*t!
- Oh!

Oh, my God,
did we just k*ll somebody?!

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Here.
Give me the g*n.

Here.

Syleena?
It's okay, it's okay.

I'm gonna take the g*n.
Okay?

Just let it go.
I got it.

Jordan, please.

I need you to take the g*n.
Put it in your purse.

Jordan, put it in your purse.

I need you to take it home.
Put it away.

- Gina...
- What?

I need you to take
these cameras, okay?

- Wait, what?
- Just listen to me.

Take the cameras.

Take them to your house.
Hide them.

- Okay?
- Oh, my God, where?

You'll find a place.

And, Syleena,
you take the drugs.

Syleena, take the f*cking drugs.

Do whatever the f*ck
you were gonna do with them.

Alright?

sh*t. You guys, everything
is gonna be okay, alright?

I'm gonna call 911.

Okay.

911. What's the
location of your emergency?

- I need help.
- Okay, ma'am, I understand.

I need the address
of the emergency.

17304 M Street, Northwest,
penthouse three.

We've dispatched a unit.

What's your name?

Dray...

Please. Please!
You don't have to do this.

What the f*ck is happening?

They'll think
that I blacked out.

I... we shot him.

- It's okay.
- I shot him.

Okay, listen, we need to make
this sh*t look real. Okay?

So you're gonna
have to rough me up.

Wait, what?

Trust me,
I'll be out in an hour.

I know people in high places.

Everything will be fine.

I just need you all
to take this sh*t

out of here, okay?

And don't f*cking talk
to anyone.

Do you understand?

Now, come on. Hurry up.
Make this sh*t look real.

Syleena, you go first.

Wait. Hold on.

- Enough!
- No. No, no.

Now it's enough.

Took the girls skating, baby.

Love you.

Baby, I'm home.

How you feeling?

Um, I'm good.

You sure?

Well, I am better
now that you're here.

Anything else I can do for you?

I don't know.
Is there?

I tried to stop them.

Dr a ya Logan,
you're under arrest

for the m*rder
of Lavar Davidson.

Please read Dr. Logan
her rights.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can
and will be used against you

in a court of law.

You have the right
to an attorney.

If you cannot afford
an attorney,

one will be provided for you.

Is this a f*cking joke?

Do you find prison funny?

It's nice suit.

Sis.

I'll be home for dinner.

- Q.
- We'll get it handled.

All rise.

The Honorable Judge Lloyd Dupri
presiding.

Court is now in session.

The prosecutor asked
that I hold the defendant,

Dr a ya Logan, without bail,
as she is deemed a flight risk.

Counsel,
how does your client plead?

My client pleads not guilty.
Your Honor.

I must admit that the defendant
has access to the resources

that would aid
in the ability for her to flee.

Your Honor, I believe
that's a little excessive.

Thank you for your beliefs.

The motion to deny bail
is granted.

Dr a ya Logan,
you will remain in custody

for the charge of m*rder
of Lavar Davidson...

In addition to the extortion
of a federal judge...

Until your hearing.

So ordered.

Judge.

Judge!

Lloyd!

He can't do this.
He can't do this.

I can't go.
I can't go.

Place your arms behind
your back, ma'am.

Don't worry.

Me and Q
will take care of it, alright?