It all starts where Hakeem meets Andre at Starbucks to talk about Jamal's birthday which is in a couple of weeks. They were both were thinking about it for sometime but they still don't know what to give him. They were all busy doing their own thing and now that they have some time off, they figured that they can at least focus on Jamal for the time being.

"Maybe we should just give him five grand, and call it a day," said Andre, as he sips his Frappuccino and shrugs.

"Nah man," said Hakeem. "It has to be something meaningful, you know what I'm saying."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," said Andre. "I understand giving him certain gifts and everything, but I draw the line when it comes to all of that androgynous stuff."

"We promised mom that we are going more supportive towards him, remember," said Hakeem. "You know how sensitive he can be."

"Oh don't remind me," said Andre. "The boy bing watches Gone With The Wind and the Notebook every Christmas."

"Yeah but get this, bro," Hakeem says. If things go right he doesn't have to go crawling back to her."

"To who?" asked Andre.

"To mom," said Hakeem, trying not to sound dejected.

Andre puts his drink down and shakes his head. Hakeem scowls at him.

"What?!" said Hakeem.

"You're still obsessed with getting mom's attention?" asked Andre.

"No!" snapped Hakeem. "I don't mean it like that, I'm...just helping our brother out, that's all.

"Just admit it," said Andre. "You love you some Cookie Lyon. That motherly love."

"You're stupid," said Hakeem throwing a napkin at Andre. "But, you do kind of have a point, you know."

"Yeah of course I do," said Andre, confidently.

"Yeah," agreed Hakeem. "I mean I wish she would sometimes would ask me if I want to go out to dinner, or go shopping, or go to the movies."

"Yeah, man," said Andre. "We missed out for a lot of years, and yet Jamal still maintain a very good relationship with her."

"But I feel like there was a rift that's between us," said Hakeem. "Both of us actually."

"True," said Andre, in thought. "But Jamal's relationship with dad was a little bit more strained than ours."

"I know," agreed Hakeem. "Especially when we were kids. Man, it's a miracle that Jamal survived all of that."

"Yeah, it's very interesting," said Andre.

"I mean there were some good parts that happened in his life too, right?" asked Hakeem. He's pursuing his dream as a recording artist, I mean C'mon. He even went to Berkeley, the school of music and graduated with a degree and won lots of awards-.

"Yeah, about that," Andre cuts him off. "Ah...I think that there are some things about our brother that we all overlooked."

"What do you mean?" asked Hakeem.

Andre then picks up something from under the table which is a large yellow envelope that said Jamal's Berkeley Degrees on. He gives it to Hakeem who looks at him suspiciously.

"Take a look inside," said Andre.

"Wait, how did you even have access to his stuff?" asked Hakeem, curiously.

"Just open the envelope!" said Andre, excited.

Hakeem sighs and opens up the envelope and pulls out what he thought was Jamal's certificates but it was nowhere to be found.

It was pictures of Jamal and some guy that none of them were familiar with. It looks like the two of them were in a romantic relationship with each other. The rest of the papers that were in the envelope is love letters that Jamal has been writing to the guy but probably never send them. Hakeem looks at Andre like he has three heads.

"I got it from the storage place downtown," said Andre.

"What the hell is this?" asked Hakeem. "And who the hell is Gilroy? I've never seen that dude in my life!"

"Neither have I," said Andre. "He could've been Jamal's old flame, that's in and out of the picture."

"That's insane, man," said Hakeem. "So, what happened to his certificate and stuff, did he move it some place else or something?"

"Not exactly, bro," said Andre. "Because he never went."

"What?" said Hakeem. "What do you mean he never went?

"I don't think he went to college at all," said Andre. "Plus I did some digging in the Berkeley school records and his name was nowhere to be found no proof that he even graduated."

"I don't understand," said Hakeem. "He's usually gone for a good amount of time, and he would always come back for spring and summer breaks and holidays."

"He may have been doing that just cover his tracks," said Andre. "So that no one gets suspicious about him."

"Damn Jamal," said Hakeem.

"He was probably spending that time going on his adventures with his little boy toy," said Andre. "Or whatever the hell you call those little queens."

Hakeem examines the pictures again, still looking speechless.

"He probably knew that we were all busy doing our own stuff that he figured; hey, why not sneak around," said Andre.

"He was kind of in the closet around that time," agreed Hakeem. "But...Now I'm wondering...If he kept this from us for some time, what other secrets has he been keeping from us?"

"Who knows," said Andre. "Maybe he has like a big mansion somewhere in like Beverly Hills that we all don't know about."

"Yeah, with all those bad ass cars," added Hakeem. "And maybe he's also living off of the companies money, and maybe that's why the stalk is like up and down."

"Nah, I don't think that he would have the balls to do that," said Andre. "Besides I can't see him be that type of person."

"Yeah, me either," said Hakeem.

They sat in silence for a moment, then a big grin came across Andre's face. Hakeem rolls his eyes.

"Alright, what is it now," asked Hakeem.

"You know, he's going to be out of town for a few days," said Andre. "Visiting some friends."

"And?" Hakeem said nonchalantly.

"And, he's not home, and he's not going to be home for a couple of days," said Andre. "And he did put you in charge of taking care of his stuff while he was away…"

Hakeem hesitated for a second and then smiles back at Andre micheviously.

"I do have a key to his crib," said Hakeem, with a grin. "I mean it wouldn't hurt to just stop by and see if his stuff is alright, although he specifically told us not to be there when he's not home."

"True," said Andre. "All he said for you to do is to drop off his mail and water his plants, and just leave. But why wouldn't he want us there when he's not home?"

"It's not like He's hiding something else from us," said Hakeem. "Is he?"

"There's only one way to find out," said Andre, excited.

"Wait! You really want to do this?" asked Hakeem.

"Hell yeah, man," said Andre. "You know the boy is introverted in some way, and it would be very interesting to know what he is really about you know."

"It's kind of like invading his personal space," said Hakeem. "But what the hell. I'm down for an adventure. What's the harm in that."

"Nothing really," said Andre. "We're just two Lyon brother who has sometime on their hands, so we decide to mind our brothers business."

"Alright," said Hakeem. "Let's do this man!"

"Yeah bro, let's," said Andre, as they gather their things. "So, where are you parked."

"Where am I parked?" asked Hakeem, I didn't bring my car. Did you?"

"Nope," said Andre.

They stood awkwardly.

"Wanna share an Uber," asked Andre.

"Nah, I think the subways more effective route," said Hakeem.

They both agree with a shrug and proceeded out of the Starbucks.