(film roll rattling)
(smooth jazz beat plays)
♪ I wanna build us a compound
♪ Place for us to start our legacy, legacy ♪
♪ I need to know I have your loyalty, loyalty, loyalty ♪
♪ Say you would never play me
♪ Say you ain't just waitin' on ♪
♪ Something better to come along ♪
♪ Tell me I can trust you with my dark secrets ♪
♪ Tell me I ain't just another nigga ♪
♪ You can call when you need
♪ When you want
♪ When it's all bad and you just want to get away ♪
♪ Tell me all you need to say to get your way ♪
♪ Tell me you won't disappear
♪ Quicker than a blink if I lost it all ♪
♪ Instead of crawl with me
♪ Grab on another nigga's arm
♪ Say you wouldn't, say you wouldn't ever ♪
♪ Say you better than the others of the past ♪
♪ Say you love me
♪ Say you never stab me in my back ♪
♪ Right when I'm convinced that you the one ♪
♪ I've been waiting on my whole life ♪
♪ Finally get a love that's real ♪
♪ Tell me everything gonna be all right ♪
♪ Tell me it ain't what it's looking like ♪
♪ And my feelings wrong
♪ Even though they strong
♪ Tell me I'm just paranoid
♪ And my mind playing tricks on me ♪
♪ 'Cause you'd never switch on me, switch on me ♪
♪ It aint what you say
♪ It's what you do
♪ 'Cause if you talk too much
♪ That's how I know it ain't true ♪
♪ You gotta watch what you tell me ♪
♪ I gotta watch what they tell me ♪
♪ I already got the way baby
- Girl you crazy.
- (smacks lips) Oh my god.
- Awe, I love you too.
(Randy groans)
- I'm ready to go, bro. - Yeah, me too.
- Nah, nah, nah.
No, shut the kitchen down the whole,
whole restaurant closed.
We gettin' ready to lock up and leave in a minute.
- Every night, man. - Every night, man.
I'm so sick, man.
- Yeah, yeah, no, no, no.
I'm gonna get the U-Haul myself in the morning.
- (smacks lips) Now he gettin' the U-Haul.
- Okay? (chuckles)
- What is he waitin' on?
- I don't know what he on!
- (Tremaine chuckles)
(loud muffled club music)
- Yes boo. (giggles)
(indistinct mumbling)
- All right baby, - [Randy] Do you,
- I'll talk to you later - [Randy] do you hear that?
He's a simp. - All right.
- What your happy ass over there all hyped about?
(Tremaine inhales)
- Oh, you don't know?
I bet I do.
I bet I know exactly who that was.
- Nigga shut up, you don't know shit.
- Shit nigga, who don't?
- [Jarell] What?
- Anyways man, that was Stephanie dawg,
(Randy and Jarell snickering)
we're talking about tomorrow and us movin' in the new crib.
- Damn, that's right
(music distorts and stops)
Y'all is movin' into that new crib tomorrow.
(bell dings)
(gentle music starts)
Aye, but that's crazy.
- Man, yeah.
- I was just with your ass when you met that girl.
Now they movin' together already.
- Mm, I know.
Crazy is the right word
'cause this fool don't even know this chick.
- Randy?
- What?
- How many times I gotta tell you dawg?
(music distorts and stops)
Stay out my mothafuckin' business man.
Damn.
- [Randy] Man, shut up.
(gentle music starts slightly distorted)
- Anyways man, look.
I get it.
We is movin' kinda fast.
(Randy scoffs)
But we in love.
And besides dawg,
we spend the night together every night.
Either I'm at her place, or she at mine's.
- [Jarell] Damn right.
- So we just figure why not save some money
and get a crib together?
- [Randy] Simp ass nigga.
- Plus,
(music stops)
it ain't like we 'bout to break up no time soon. (laughs)
(music starts with more distortion)
- Black love to you.
- Yeah, c'mon man.
- Can we go now? - C'mon now, I'm outta here.
- All right man, damn I'm tired.
- Hell yeah.
(club music plays quietly)
- Bye.
- Wassup Lil' Shack?
- Shack?
- Mhm.
- (giggles) Damon what the hell is you talkin' about now?
- Oh Lil' Shack Shack know exactly what I'm talkin' about.
And no, it ain't Shaquille O'Neal.
I'm talkin' bout Miss
I'm 'bout to shack up with another nigga. (laughs)
- [Group] Oh hell nah!
- Mhm.
- Damon! Shut up! You talk too damn much.
- We all friends.
- Nah you know what, fuck that.
How the hell this nigga Damon know before me?
- (whispers) I'm special.
- You mean to tell me that you movin' in
with this nigga Tremaine already?
- Already.
- [Stephanie] Girl.
Calm down.
This is why I invited y'all here in the first place,
so I could celebrate.
With my bitches, c'mon.
Hello? Get your.
- All right, I love a celebration.
- Exactly.
(glasses clink)
- [Damon] Clink, clink, clink, clink.
- Oh and to see if y'all can help me move tomorrow.
(Damon splutters)
- Hell nah.
- I gotta work. (laughs)
(group laughs and talks over each other)
- Again?
(bell chimes)
(energetic music playing)
(cars drive past)
- I know that's right y'all, move them boxes!
(singing) I like the way you move it.
(chuckles quietly)
(footsteps)
(curious beat plays)
- Whew!
(Damon sniffs)
- Uh.
'Scuse me?
Can I ask you a question?
- The fuck?
Depends.
- Did you come to help out, 'cause if not what you here for?
- Boy, what you!
As you can see I am too damn fine to be movin' some boxes.
- Y'know that's gay right?
- [Randy] Ah, what?
- [Damon] I don't give a damn.
Unless, they got some work in 'em.
Besides I am helping, I'm doing lookout.
Look at me looking out! (giggles)
- Lookin' out for what?
- For this DoorDash bitch, ain't you hungry?
(Kiba smacks lips and sighs)
(Damon mumbles)
- Get your lazy ass up.
- (smacks lips) Bye then.
- You look a little unhealthy, I know you hungry.
Skinny ass braids.
She probably got a skinny ass brain too,
bitch can't think. (giggles)
Whew, bitches hate me, bitches hate me.
(Tremaine laughs loudly)
- Aye baby!
You need to come get your boy man,
he out there trippin' for real for real.
- (laughs) You know that's just Damon, he always extra.
- Extra sweet!
- I heard that Jarell!
Don't make me put the community on your ass
and you'll be cheffin' up hot dogs at Rouge Park lil' nigga.
(Tremaine and Stephanie laugh)
- That's stupid.
- I'll fuck you up.
- Oh my god.
- Anyway, um,
can I get everybody to exit for a little bit please?
- (whispers) What?
- Yeah man, y'all done had enough chips and water anyway,
go get the rest of them boxes man.
(Jarell groans loudly)
- [Stephanie] Gotta talk to my man about something.
(chairs scraping)
- Y'all done sat up there and ate two bags of chips man.
(rhythmic piano music plays)
Damn.
Wassup Miss Tinsley, what you need?
- I need you to sign these papers Mr. Glover.
- Mr. Glover? - Mhm.
- That ain't my name.
That's my momma last name.
(Stephanie scoffs)
- Stop playing!
I know that's her last name.
(smacks lips)
C'mon, we done talked about your mama a million times.
Here.
- Well, it's not.
Now hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on.
You mean to tell me you movin' in with a nigga
and you don't even know my last name?
(scoffs) Wow.
Well for the record,
my last name is Edwards,
and Glover comes from my stepdad.
I have my father's last name.
- (sighs) Oh my god baby, I am so sorry.
(music swells)
I mean, we can change it.
Just scratch it out, look.
Here, look.
See?
All we gotta do is change it, see?
Ed...
wards...
(funky beat plays)
- Hey you good? You been quiet as hell.
- Yeah...
I just don't know about this shit, bro.
Y'all cool with Tre movin' in with this broad
and he barely know her?
- I mean honest?
If he like it, I love it.
Man damn, chill out.
Be happy for your mans.
- Well I know what I like,
what I'd love to be doin' right now.
- Aye, aye, no Trell.
You trippin'.
Do not fuck none of Tremaine's old lady's friends, dawg.
You trippin' nigga.
- Excuse me.
- You excused.
Aye.
What's your name again?
- Makiba, but everybody call me Kiba.
You Trell right?
- Yeah, that's right, Kiba.
- Mm, that's what's up.
- I'll see you.
Yeah.
- See? - Yeah, spell it right.
- E-D-W... See? See?
- (mimicking) See? See?
- Jerk.
- So, Tremaine.
What's up with your boy Trell out there?
He seem nice.
Lil' gangsta, little paid.
(smacks lips) Kinda how I like my niggas.
(record scratch)
- What?
What the hell that supposed to mean?
I thought you had a man?
- [Stephanie] And she do!
And would you look it here.
It is 2:30.
Didn't you say you needed to go home
and make him something to eat before he got home from work?
- I ain't say that.
- Bitch you did say that!
Thank you for your services.
(Kiba sighs loudly)
- Wow. (scoffs)
(bell chimes)
- All right so just like that again,
the next time you all go to the doctor
and you have to get one of those scary shots
you're gonna say "I'm strong" after three.
Ready? Let's practice.
One, two, three!
- [Class] I'm strong!
- Awesome! Very good.
Has anyone gotten a shot in here recently?
You? Okay and tell me what happened.
- I got a shot yesterday.
- [Stephanie] Did it hurt?
- Absolutely no.
- Did you say "I'm strong" after it?
- Yes.
- [Stephanie] Awesome!
All right, good job y'all.
(Stephanie and class clap)
- All right, thank you Nurse Stephanie.
Now, guys remember to please study
your math charts this weekend
so you'll be ready when we test next week, okay?
- [Class] Okay.
- And everybody say thank you again
to Nurse Stephanie for coming to speak
with us for career day.
- [Class] Thank you Nurse Stephanie!
- Thank you guys. - You're welcome!
(school bell rings)
- [Celeste] Have a great weekend!
- [Stephanie] Bye!
- [Student] Bye!
- [Stephanie] (laughs) Bye.
(door clicks shut)
(fast beat)
(record scratch)
- Girl, it's Friday.
I made us reservations at Sloppy Crab.
Is you gonna help me or not?
- Mhm.
(music speeds up)
(tape squeaking)
(door slams)
- Girl, I'm 'bout to tear these crab legs up.
Ooo it's cold! - You and me both.
- Oh my god.
- It's not that bad.
- Mm.
- Now tell me what's goin' on with this knot on your head.
- Uh uh. Girl, I headbutt the movin' truck, but.
- Okay.
- But you over here walkin' in these kitten heels,
like they your first pair of shoes. (laughs)
- (laughs) I've been working, okay?
- Mhm, okay.
- Now, anyway.
So what happened yesterday when y'all was moving?
- Oh my god.
- You know Damon big mouth ass
told me and Bri that you put Kiba out,
and I heard she was lookin' a little hurt.
- Girl, anyway.
Kiba is embarrassing, okay?
I couldn't believe her ass.
You know I don't even, I,
I don't even wanna talk about it.
Mm, mm.
- Okay, I tried to do it the easy way but,
we can let these lemon drops tell it all.
- Ah, (laughs) girl.
Okay? 'Cause, uh uh,
my man is not ready to see drunk Steph yet.
At all.
- That's definitely a good idea.
- Uh uh, but.
Okay so,
you know how she came over
to help move the other day, right?
- Right.
- So...
we hadn't unpacked shit yet.
- Mhm.
- Okay?
And, she all up in my man face
asking him about one of his best friends.
- Mm.
- Girl. Tremaine know she got a whole family at home.
- I know you fuckin' lyin' though.
- No, mm mm.
- She raisin' all types of red flags on your part,
I'm sorry.
- Celeste.
No, look at me.
She's lucky I ain't Jazzy Jeff her ass up outta there.
(Celeste laughs)
- I'm done with you. - Uh uh.
I'm serious.
(Tremaine inhales deeply)
- Yeah.
(Tremaine blows out)
Pressure ain't it?
You know.
(Tremaine coughs loudly)
(Trell laughs) Yeah.
(Tremaine coughs and spits)
- Man, shut the fuck up.
- That's thrax nigga.
- That shit straight.
I tell you this though,
it's better than that last shit you had.
'Cause I was seriously thinking 'bout fucking you up.
- Man stop, gimme my fuckin' weed man.
(sighs) This crazy.
- Anyways.
So Stephanie girl cut into me about you the other day.
What, you musta tried to holler at her or somethin', huh?
- Nah.
(Tremaine clicks his tongue)
She breathin' all on me for real.
I was chillin' bro.
- Here you go.
- She just kept bendin' over all in front of me.
I think she wanted me to get up under her hood
and check her oil fam.
- Check her what?
Man, if you don't cut it out!
Gimme the fuckin' weed.
- For real Tre.
I mean, you know I got mad respect for you 'cause I coulda-
- Left it alone like you did.
(scoffs) Nigga.
I'm tryna keep my relationship peaceful dawg.
I don't need no messy shit around me Trell.
(sighs) Damn.
- So what you sayin' Tre?
Oh you ashamed of me 'cause I'm a street nigga, ain't you?
- No.
What I'm sayin' is,
you pipin' my old lady girl and then duckin' her
is some shit you would do.
And I don't need you wavin' no red flags for me Trell.
- (mumbling) The audacity of this nigga.
(normally) I think it's time
for you to raise up off this block homeboy.
You talkin' some bullshit man.
Gimme my mothafuckin' weed back dawg.
(Tremaine smacks lips)
- You know what? (clears throat)
You lucky I was gettin' ready to go anyway.
But to keep it real with you?
Nigga this ain't even your block.
This your grandma block.
- You crazy.
(Tremaine scoffs)
- You know what?
You can talk that shit
to all them other niggas and all that,
not me dawg.
I'll holler at you. - Everybody know
who block this is nigga.
- [Tremaine] Yeah.
(yelling) Boy, would you!
Talk my head off!
- You a clown bro!
- [Tremaine] Yeah I hear you.
(cicadas chirping)
(car door thuds)
(car beeps)
- Hey babe, so I already started your bath water and dinner.
So I want you to go upstairs,
relax in the tub and chill out,
and by the time you get downstairs your food'll be done.
- Wow, wait wait wait. So you 'bout to cook for me?
- Yes! You not the only one in this house that can cook.
- (sighs) Damn, I'm so used to people
always wantin' me to do the cooking,
so you ain't got no arguments from me,
I'm goin' straight upstairs, all right?
- Okay, yes. Yes.
- All right baby.
- Mhm. (soft smack)
- Whoa whoa whoa, whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa.
Baby.
- What?
- Don't do that.
Now I'm 100% yours,
but this ass is off limits.
Don't touch it, don't smack it,
don't grab it, okay?
Okay?
- Mhm.
- I'm serious, that's why I don't play sports.
- Mhm.
(cymbals crashing)
(deep bass note)
- Okay, c'mon Stephanie.
You can do this, you can do this.
(inhales deeply, breathes out)
It's time to really go nuts in this kitchen.
(R&B beat plays)
♪ Aye B
♪ Yeah
♪ Finna make 'em go nuts on this one ♪
♪ For real, ha ha ha
♪ B Major why you do it like that ♪
♪ Go nuts, go nuts, go nuts, go nuts ♪
♪ Go nuts, go nuts, go nuts, go nuts, go nuts ♪
♪ Get loud, get loud, get loud, get loud ♪
♪ Go nuts, get loud, go nuts, get loud ♪
♪ Go nuts, get loud, get loud, get loud, get loud ♪
♪ Go nuts, get loud, go nuts, get loud, go nuts ♪
♪ Go nuts, go nuts, go nuts
♪ Aye, aye, aye, hold on, hold on, hold on ♪
♪ Aye what I want y'all to do for me right now ♪
♪ Is on the count of three, I want y'all to get loud ♪
♪ Y'all ready
♪ One, one
♪ Two, two
♪ One, two, three
♪ Get loud, get loud, get loud, get loud, get loud ♪
♪ Get loud, get loud, get loud, get loud ♪
♪ Go nuts, go nuts, go nuts, go nuts, go nuts ♪
♪ Get loud, get loud, get loud, get loud, get loud ♪
♪ Go nuts
(gentle string music plays quietly)
- [Podcast] You are the fucking man.
You are the best chef in the whole fucking world.
(phone rings)
- [Podcast] Today will be a great fucking day.
- Yo, wassup G?
- [Jarell] Tre?
- What's the deal?
(plastic rustling)
- C'mon man, we ran outta fish man.
How that happen?
- Damn!
My bad man, I forgot to place the order dawg.
Man, my mind been threw off with all this moving shit bro.
- You know this ain't no good look?
It's cool, I'mma cover for you this time though.
Matter fact man, what you got up?
Me and Kev's gonna hit the bowling alley
when we get off work man, tryna ride with us?
- Nah man, I'mma chill.
My baby downstairs cooking me a good dinner.
I'm 'bout to eat,
watch the game and get some rest bro.
- All right. We'll have to get with you in a minute.
- [Tremaine] I'll holler at you.
- All right.
- [Podcast] Today will be a great fucking day.
(blows out a breath)
(fire alarm buzzes)
- Oh shit!
(upbeat music plays)
- [Stephanie] Hey.
- Damn baby, you didn't burn that up did you?
- [Stephanie] No.
- Smell kinda funny.
- Mhm.
- Look at you, you so beautiful.
- Voila. Time to feast baby.
(Tremaine laughs awkwardly)
- Mhm, it look good don't it?
- Yeah, you did your thing.
- Thank you. My grandma taught me how to throw down.
- (clears throat) You grandma, huh?
- Mhm.
- (chuckles) Go grandma, go grandma!
- Taste it.
- Okay.
- Hurry up, go.
- I don't even know where to start.
- The macaroni and cheese, I made it from scratch.
- Ohh, okay.
- Yeah, mhm.
- I see your grandma got game.
- Mhm.
(Tremaine sniffles)
See how cheesy it is?
- (whimpering) Grandma.
- It's good right?
- (coughs) Whoo.
- Aye, I told you.
- Can you get some pop or something?
Get me somethin' to drink.
- Okay.
- Okay? - Yeah.
- Thank you.
(bell chimes)
(Tremaine snoring loudly)
(cars driving by)
(Tremaine snoring loudly)
(Tremaine groaning)
(birds chirping)
(plucky music)
- Bae!
- Yeah? What's up?
- Oh. Nothin' I was just wonderin' where you was at.
- I'm in the bathroom, I'm getting dressed.
I got a nail appointment with Kiba's crazy ass. (laughs)
And then I'mma probably just run some errands.
- [Tremaine] Aye.
I was thinkin' maybe we should meet up for drinks later on
so we can discuss the housewarming.
And I'm kinda thinkin' maybe we need to have a dinner
and have our parents meet before the housewarmin'?
Shit, so shit don't be awkward, man.
- Okay bae, whatever you want.
I gotta get going.
Mm mm.
Morning breath. Mm mm.
- You serious?
- [Stephanie] Dead serious.
- Man get your ass outta here.
- [Stephanie] Get your ass up.
(Tremaine sighs)
(door creaks open)
(screen door closes)
- [Keisha] Hey Stephanie!
- Hey Keisha!
(door closes)
How you doin'? Hey y'all.
What's up?
- (pops tongue) Ya late.
(Stephanie snorts)
- Anyways. Girl.
(Kiba sighs deeply)
Uh uh!
- My bad.
- Girl!
Is somethin' bothering you
'cause you actin' like you got somethin' on your chest.
- I said my bad.
(filing aggressively)
- All right, now see that's your third time nicking me.
You got one more time and we got to square up in the salon.
(Kiba laughs)
- Well come on with it then Stephanie
because I already heard you tryna Jazzy Jeff a bitch.
- Gir- Oh my god. Celeste told you that?
(Kiba scoffs)
First of all, it wasn't even like that.
But c'mon Kiba,
the way you acted at the house the other day was messed up.
- But what I do Steph? I was just tryna be cool.
- Okay, well your tryna be cool came across as messy.
And Tremaine already know you got a whole fiance
and kid at home.
- Oh, oh. So you at home pillow talking?
- Are you ser-?
No, what I was actually doing
was tryna brag about the type of friends I thought I had.
Gimme a damn bandaid.
(Kiba snorts)
Done lost your damn mind.
Oh, okay.
Don't worry 'bout it.
Like you really think it's okay to toot your ass
up in another man's face
like you tryna hop on his rollercoaster?
- It's a cute ass.
- [Stephanie] That's what you think.
I swear you went to school with a helmet on.
Get the fuck outta here.
- Bye!
- [Stephanie] Bye!
- Raggedy ass nails.
♪ Interstate swangin' talkin' 'bout language ♪
(vocalizing)
- Damn Tre, so you really in love with this girl, huh?
- Yeah man I guess so, bro.
It's a few little things that I don't like or whatever,
but for the most part man I'm happy.
I'm good man.
- So what's up with her friends man?
- Oh my god man, don't even get me started on that shit man.
- Ah shit what happened Tre?
- Hey baby. - Oh that's you?
- Sorry I'm late.
- [Tremaine] You good.
- Wow.
- Oh shit, Ru-Boy?
- Stephie, oh my god.
- [Stephanie] Oh!
- Stephie, how you been girl?
- I'm good! How are you?
- [Rudy] Wow!
- Okay?
Stephanie this is my homeboy Rudy
and Rudy this is my girlfriend Stephanie.
- God, Tre!
I been hearin' you say Stephanie this whole time
but I didn't think it was Stephie!
- Stephanie bro.
- Man, I used to be her favorite bartender.
Slash therapist.
But anyway, you drinkin' your usual?
- [Together] Tito's lemon drops!
- Aye! (laughs)
- [Randy] I'll be right back, lemme get your medication.
- Babe, I didn't know you knew Ru-Boy.
- Rudy?
I don't know shit about no Ru-Boy.
And yes, I've known Rudy since high school.
We met in ninth grade playing on JV.
- Oh, okay.
He used to bartend at this bar
that I used to go to downtown.
- Oh, okay.
- Stephie, remember that one night at Flood's?
You was wasted!
Tre, this girl can drink her ass off man.
- Is that right?
- Man she had this one little dress on,
her whole ass was just out.
Cheeks everywhere and shit.
- All right bro, okay bro I get it.
- But anyway, lemme go take care of these people.
I'll be right back y'all.
- You got some. The fuck?
- (laughs) Stop.
So um, I was thinkin'
we could have that housewarming next weekend.
- Yeah man, whatever.
Like I was saying earlier,
we need to have a dinner and have our parents over
before the housewarming so shit don't be awkward.
It ain't gotta be nothing extravagant or nothin' like that.
We can just do a little Mexican,
a little Taco Tuesday thing or somethin'.
- That's fine.
I mean yeah it'll be good for your mom to meet my mom.
- Yeah, all right.
Well it's set.
Tuesday night at our place?
Tell everybody 7 p.m.
- Aye Ru-Boy! Gimme two more shots! (laughs)
- [Rudy] Comin' right up!
- You want another wine?
- Nah, I'm straight.
(cymbals crashing)
(deep bass note)
(R&B beat plays)
♪ I want some pussy tonight
♪ Yeah bitch
- Hoo hoo, this my shit right here Rudy!
Dawg, you don't remember this from high school?
- [Rudy] Aye man.
Bro. Aye.
Your girl drunk as hell.
♪ I want some pussy tonight
♪ Say what?
♪ I wanna fuck 'til I'm weak check it out ♪
- You think so?
Man she usually can always handle her liquor,
I don't know what you talkin' 'bout.
- Man, listen to what the fuck I'm tryna tell you man.
Take her home man.
I got the tab.
You should get up outta here.
- You serious?
- I got you.
- Shit.
♪ And I'm smokin' like a mothafucka ♪
♪ What up with that
♪ That ass fat I wanna hit it
- [Rudy] Get on up outta here.
- Man, what the fuck?
Get your ass.
What is you?
(Tremaine struggling)
(cicadas chirping)
(Tremaine sighs)
(car door thuds)
(Stephanie heaves)
- Stephanie!
(Stephanie groans)
- What is you?
Oh my god.
C'mon baby, c'mon baby, c'mon.
(Stephanie groans)
- Stephanie! Get up.
(car door thuds)
I can't believe you got this drunk.
I got you baby, I got you, I got you baby.
(Stephanie giggles)
I got you, I got you baby. Got you.
- Wheee! (laughs)
(Stephanie sighs sleepily)
Uh uh, Ru-Boy I don't need any therapy tonight.
(somber piano music plays)
(bell chimes)
(reggae beat plays)
- Oh shit!
Babe, you scared me.
Why are you sittin' up looking at me like that?
- Shit, I was tryna make sure your ass was alive
before I went to work.
You got so turnt last night,
you passed out and damn near ain't even move
'til 'bout three minutes ago.
- Babe.
I was just tryna have a good time
and I got a little (laughs) lit.
Don't judge me off last night.
(Tremaine huffs)
- Yeah, about last night?
We need to talk.
We'll do it later on, you already got me late for work.
Stephanie, look at me.
I love you man.
- I love you too babe.
- Yeah, all right.
- Have a good day at work!
(Crew Huntin/Forreal by Swavibaby plays)
(phone keypad beeps)
(phone dials)
(door opens)
(phone ringing) (Stephanie whining)
(groans) (peeing)
- Hello?
- (laughs) What you doin' Shack?
- Bitch don't let Damon get your ass beat.
Anyway I'm on the toilet, I had a long night.
- Ugh! What you end up doing though?
(farting noises)
- Girl, you not even gonna believe this shit.
Okay so,
Tremaine and I met up for drinks last night
at Minnie's right?
And girl, tell me why
when I get there,
Rudy is there?
And he Tremaine homeboy.
- Ruboy?
(metal clanging)
(knife thumping loudly)
- Hey hey, hey bro.
You need to check on your boy man.
Giving off some real negative vibes lately.
- I think he's havin' a bad day or somethin'.
- Somethin' wrong.
- Hey Chef!
You all right over there?
- Yeah man, I'm good.
- Seem a little irrie or something.
- (snorts) Yeah.
- Look, I'm good,
but I'll tell y'all what we can do.
Why don't y'all shut up and get this work done man?
Damn!
(knife thumping loudly)
- Nah for real man, for real.
Wassup man, tell us what's wrong.
- Aye T.
T!
- What man?
- You my brother, man.
It's my job to know when somethin' bothering you.
So talk to us.
(Tremaine sighs deeply)
- All right look.
Y'all tell me how y'all would feel about this shit.
So last night,
I had Stephanie meet me down at Minnie's
for drinks and shit right?
So, I get there a few minutes early
and I'm choppin' it up with Rudy and...
Dawg, soon as Stephanie walk in?
It's like I'm in the middle
of a fuckin' family reunion or somethin'!
- A family reunion? - What?
- Nigga.
They was callin' each other nicknames
and all kinda shit.
This nigga Rudy kept callin' her Stephie.
- [Jarell] Who is Stephie?
- (sucks teeth) I don't know.
Randy!
- Huh?
- [Tremaine] What?
- Oh nothin', that's.
I was just sayin' that y'all could talk about that
when we go to the bowling alley tomorrow.
♪ Do that yoga
(techno beat plays)
♪ Do that yoga
- Okay one more time, breathe in.
(class inhales deeply)
Breathe out.
(class exhales)
Good job, let's come on up.
And again breathe in.
(class inhales deeply)
Breathe out.
(class exhales)
Breathe out.
(phone buzzing)
Remember guys, phones on silent please.
(buzzing continues)
- Who's phone is that?
- Um, it might be mine.
- Gir- (snorts) You ain't got no man.
That's my phone.
I'm sorry.
(buzzing continues)
It's Kiba.
(sighs deeply) What?
- Dang, excuse me! (scoffs)
I don't think I like your energy.
- I'm tryna do what you need to be doin'.
- And what's that?
- Uh, workin' out? What do you want?
- Don't do me sis.
Anyways, I was callin' because your friend Stephanie
came to the shop today for her little nail appointment
and you know I had to tell her about herself.
- Uh uh, bye. I ain't got time for this.
(phone blips)
- Hello?
(techno beat plays)
- People is messy!
I'm sorry yoga instructor,
Kiba is just messy.
- Who's Kiba?
- Girl, you don't even fuckin' know.
- What she say?
- About some mess she had to check Stephanie...
- I don't wanna hear about that.
- Let's go down again.
- All right, let's breathe.
- Okay so I do
sorta kinda,
kinda sorta remember it was like,
I wanna say it had to been about 9 or 10 years ago,
because Rudy was workin' down at Flood's.
- And what- - [Jarell] Randy, get it out!
- And look when Rudy was workin' at Flood's though,
I'm tellin' you-
- Aye man, what the fuck is he talkin' about?
- I'm poppin' bottles,
I'm tellin' you w-we used to be in there
havin' a good time up in Flood's.
- Randy! Say what you gotta say man.
- Okay so, it was this chick named Stephie.
- [Jarell] Oh shit.
- And he might of just smashed one time or two,
I don't know. I don't kn-
I don't be in people business so you know I. (scoffs)
- What?
Hold on.
(laughs in disbelief) Wait wait.
Wait.
Wait so, so you think-
- No bro that's not what I think,
that's not what I'm sayin'.
That's not what I'm say-
- Randy shut the fuck up!
- Now I gotta shut the fuck up, okay.
- God.
You gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me man.
Oh my god.
- Look T, even if they did talk,
that shit was 9 or 10 years ago.
You ain't even know she existed 9 or 10 months ago.
- You know what?
You right G.
(sighs) That shit was in the past, right?
- [Jarell] Real talk.
- And it did not have shit to do with me.
- Right. That shit was like 9 or 10 years ago!
- [Jarell] Randy shut the fuck up!
- I'm just sayin' bro, that was like a-
- Decade ago.
I wish he would be mad.
But you should definitely tell him though.
- Girl, but damn. Of all people?
- Rudy dawg? (smacks lips) Man I ain't even trippin' bro.
(knife thumping)
- Tre... Tre?
You good?
- Yeah man, I'm good.
I ain't trippin' bro,
I'mma just talk to Rudy
when we get to the bowling alley tomorrow.
- That's how you handle that.
(bell chimes)
(smooth beat plays)
♪ Can I get closer
♪ Can I get closer, yeah yeah yeah ♪
♪ Can I get closer
♪ Can I
- Tremaine?
- Yeah?
- Is there somethin' we need to talk about
because you been acting weird ever since you got home
from work last night.
- Nah, I'm good.
All right look,
besides bowling with the fellas later on tonight,
I ain't got shit to do.
What you think about me and you going out to dinner
so we could talk?
- Well I actually didn't plan on leaving out today,
I wanted to finish unpacking
and getting this house in order so.
Can we just stay home and cook?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah but,
I'mma do the cooking, all right?
Soon as I get home from bowling, okay?
- Okay.
- You gonna let me cook, right?
- Yeah.
- All right.
(funky music plays quietly)
(crowd chattering)
- Oh shit, what up?
- 'Sup bro?
- What you doin' here?
- Shit, uh, Jarell told me to come here but...
Fuck he at?
- Man you know Jarell be bullshittin'.
But the fellas down here man,
for sure you can still bowl with us.
- All right got you.
- All right, lane seven.
- Seven.
(lights buzzing)
- Yeah boy!
That's what the fuck I'm talkin' about!
Long stroke style, yeah!
- What the fuck he say?
- Chill, that's on T bro you gotta chill.
- What?
- I know man, you gotta chill.
- Why you trippin' bro?
- Nah nigga, why you trippin'?
And what's up with that long stroke shit, Rudy?
- What?
- You tryna, you tryna be funny?
What, you think I'm a hoe or somethin' Rudy?
Huh? Huh?
(fist thuds)
You think I'm a fuckin' hoe Rudy?
You think I'm a hoe?
- Man who the fuck is you swingin' at bro?
- Yeah get your bitch ass up!
(talking over each other)
Get your bitch ass up! Huh?
So you smile in my face the other night
knowin' that you slept with my girl before, right?
- Man, Tre what was I supposed to say man?
That shit was 10 years ago bro.
- [Tremaine] I thought you was my dawg.
- Man I ain't 'bout to bring up no shit
from 10 years ago and I seen you all happy.
- Man, y'all need to squash this shit man. What y'all doin'?
- Stephie cool people bro,
I ain't got no hate and shit.
That shit in the past bro,
besides it was only one time dawg!
- Man fuck this shit man!
- Get the fuck on bro.
- Man don't fuckin' walk up on me!
(talking over each other angrily)
- Where the fuck my ball at?
- [Tremaine] Aye man get your shit and get the fuck out!
- Gonna sucker punch me over a bitch.
You, you a ham.
Man how you unzip this shit man?
Aye man open this shit for me man, damn!
(Randy exclaims)
- That was crazy in there bruh,
that, that was crazy.
I wasn't expecting all that to happen.
- You? - Yeah.
- Me. Shit.
- Thank you for givin' me a ride.
- Oh don't worry 'bout it bro. - Appreciate that fam.
- We good, we good. - We good.
- Put your shit in the car.
(Randy groans)
It was crazy, wasn't it?
- Oh it, it was man. I wasn't expecting that.
- Expect none of that.
- I was just tryna bowl.
(trunk closes)
Whoo!
- Let's get outta here and shit.
(car doors open and close)
Aye.
- Yeah?
- Did I hear him say Stephie?
- Yeah, why?
- 'Cause I know a chick named Stephie
that everybody call Stephanie.
(Randy smacks his lips)
(chuckles) Is she brown-skinned?
Pretty as hell?
Got a girl named Kiba?
- Yeah? I think so.
Y-you didn't fuck too, did you?
- Nah nah nah, nothin' like that.
I do know her on some work shit though.
We be goin' back and forth flirtin'
and shit but ain't nothin' ever happen though.
So what?
They stay together or somethin'?
- Yes man, they stay together man.
He in love with this chick.
- (sighs and laughs) Oh man that's funny.
- It is.
(car engine revs)
(vocalizing)
(Tremaine moans)
(Stephanie giggles)
- That feels good.
Is that a gun or you just happy to see me?
(Tremaine laughs)
- Girl I was just at bowling thinkin' 'bout your ass,
I couldn't wait to get home.
- Oh god,
well can we talk about this housewarming first please, sir?
- Fuck that, it's time we warm this house for real. C'mere.
(Stephanie moans)
(moaning)
♪ I'm attracted to you like a magnet ♪
♪ Back that ass on me
♪ I see everything in my party
♪ But I'm blind baby when I feel that body ♪
♪ I know how to put down
♪ I know how to party
(music picks up to techno beat)
(Stephanie moans loudly)
- Oh, baby.
(moaning together)
(smacks)
(thunder rumbles)
(Stephanie growls)
(loud smacking)
- Oh shit.
(music gets louder and faster)
(heavy breathing)
(both sigh deeply)
- Yes! The house is definitely warm now.
- Yes it is.
- Matter of fact it's lit lit.
(both laugh and sigh)
(phone ringing)
(bell chimes)
- Tre? What the hell you doin' up this early?
You musta had to work fool.
- Aye man look.
I'm callin' 'cause tomorrow night,
I'm havin' a dinner at my house with my parents,
and for some strange reason,
my mom want your ass there.
So look, be on time, 7 p.m.,
and bring a date.
Somebody respectable.
So look, do not show up at my house without a date.
And make sure you be on your best behavior
because Stephanie parents gonna be here too, all right?
(phone beeps)
- Man hold on man,
Jarell callin' on the other line.
- [Tremaine] No no no, look.
Listen.
Just talk to him,
I'm 'bout to jump back in the bed,
but Trell, bring a date!
- Man all right nigga.
What up G?
- Yo. Who you with, I wanna holler at you.
- I ain't with nobody.
But aye, lemme ask you somethin' real quick.
Why the fuck you and Tre always tryna come down on me
'cause I don't wanna commit to no bitch?
You know this nigga just had the nerve to call me
and invite me to a dinner
and say bring a respectable date?
Man, y'all niggas is crazy.
- C'mon Trell, he's scared and everybody know that.
You know that.
- Nigga what? Nah you gay and everybody know it.
- Nigga who you talkin' to? Ain't nothin' gay about me.
- Shittin' me.
Type of nigga splittin' a two bedroom apartment
with a nigga named Kevin.
- Man, bye dawg just forget I even called.
- Wow. See? Hung up, that was some gay shit right there.
(dog barking)
(bouncy music plays)
- Mhm, I knew your nosy ass was out here listenin'.
- What your fine ass in there doin'?
- Well you know a playa
was in there tryna use the bathroom
and talk on the phone for a second,
but the real question is why is you all on my head though?
- Oh I ain't on your head yet. - Oh?
- Get your ass over here.
- Hold on now.
Oh I got somethin' for you.
You think it's a game don't you? Mhm.
(intense beat plays)
Hold on, hold on.
Let me, let me take that off.
(Stephanie moans loudly)
You was ready for me huh?
(moaning)
- Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop! Don't stop!
(Tremaine moans faster)
Don't stop baby don't.
(music distorts and slows)
Why are you stopping?
- I can't do it.
- No you didn't!
- What?
- Oh, not that fast!
(loud buzzer)
- Damn. That was quick as hell.
(bouncy music plays)
Shit.
- I been meanin' to ask you.
Now, as fresh as you be everyday,
why you don't just buy your own washer and dryer
and put it inside your house?
- Yeah, why do you come to the laundromat?
- (sighs) Okay y'all really wanna know the truth?
- Yeah.
- What's up?
What?
- I'm 'bout to say it.
Well, both of y'all got washers and dryers
at y'all house right?
- [Together] Yeah?
- See that's the thing.
Them washers and dryers?
That be at people houses?
- Mhm?
- I don't think they heavy duty enough.
'Cause y'all hoes still be lookin' dusty!
It's the laundromat for me. - Man shut up!
- Uh uh, see nah.
Brianna, you can stay here with his raggedy ass.
I'm gone.
- [Brianna And Damon] Where you goin'?
- Well,
I gotta get me and Dante stuff together for tomorrow.
Steph invited us over for dinner.
You know, like a little lightweight
meet the parents party or something.
- And she invited your little freaky ass?
- Right? Damn, she ain't even invite me?
- She ain't invite me neither.
- Y'all it ain't even like that.
I guess she only invited her friends with a real family.
(laughs) You know, like a couples thing?
And, well, (chuckles)
Y'all get my point.
I'll holler.
- Oh so she invited the hoes?
- Hm, that part.
- Okay, that's what she did.
- That's exactly what she did.
- Look like she ready to go hoe.
I can jump through that bitch earring.
(bell chimes)
(Latin guitar music plays)
(music continues)
- Hey ba- Oh my god, this looks good! Oh my god.
- Yeah.
- So, my mom just called.
She said she's pulling up so I'm excited.
- Yeah, yeah.
Me too. Me too.
Man I think this gonna be great
for our parents to finally get to meet each other.
- Mhm, me too.
- Aye. - What?
- Your dad comin' too right?
- Um...
So...
About that?
Um, there's a few things
that I wanted to tell you before everybody gets here
and one of them is a little different,
and I don't want you to be weird.
I want you to take it with a open mind.
- Stephanie. - What?
- Would you quit playin' and just say it?
- Okay so.
(doorbell rings)
My mom's gay and she's married to a woman.
(giggles uncomfortably)
- What?
- Surprise.
- You for real?
- Yes.
- Wow, okay. Oh babe, come over here strain this rice.
- You good? - Yeah.
- Okay. - I'm gonna open the door.
(door creaks open)
Hey! What's up y'all? Come on in, come on.
Yeah.
- Yes, yes, yeah.
- What's the deal, what's up ma? Finally get to meet-
- No, no, no, no.
Back on up now.
We gotta dap it on out.
You know Covid still goin' on right?
- Okay.
- Yeah we ain't doin' all that huggin' and stuff.
- Okay...
- C'mon in baby.
Tremaine, I want you to meet my baby Tavia.
Tavia, meet your son-in-law.
- Son-in-law?
- Mhm.
- (chuckles) Okay.
Hey I'm Tremaine, everybody call me Tre though.
Nice to meet you.
- Well hey Tre, it's nice to meet you son-in-law.
(Tremaine chuckles uncomfortably)
You kinda cute.
- Mm.
- [Stephanie] Mama!
(all screaming)
- My baby!
- Oh my god!
- Okay, okay. Get up off me nigga.
- Stop. Don't do that.
- Makin' me look all soft and shit. (clears throat)
Steph, this my baby Tavia. Tavia, meet your stepdaughter.
- I just gotta give you a hug. Thank you!
- Aww.
- My mama said that you was beautiful but
(laughs nervously) you look good and young.
- Mm.
- How old are you?
- Well, I'm only 24,
but don't tell nobody your mama's robbin' the cradle, okay?
(all laughing awkwardly)
- Cute.
- Y'all crazy.
(intense beat plays)
(door squeaking)
- Damn nigga. Almost closed the door on my fucking face.
- Damn bro, I ain't even see you.
- Brother!!
- Aye little sister!
(yelling and laughing together)
- Oh my god! - Look at you!
- You ain't tell me he was comin'!
(Tremaine clears his throat)
- Let me look at you. Oo you look good girl.
- You see it. - Okay, okay!
- Ronron this is Tre. Tre, this is my brother Ronron.
- What's up big bro? It's nice to meet you man.
- Nah nigga, Covid still goin' around.
And you don't look like you been vaccinated.
Nice to meet you though big dog.
- It's okay, let's go eat. Come on, come on.
Ronron!
(gentle jazz music plays)
(doorbell rings)
(upbeat church music plays)
- [Tremaine] I bet I know who this is!
Well if it ain't the Glovers! What's up mom?
- Hey baby, how are you?
- What's up old man?
Wow. This sure is a nice house boy.
- Ah man, cut it out.
Look man, I got some people in here I want y'all to meet.
And Ma, be on your best behavior for real.
- (scoffs) You better shut your ass up talking to me.
(Earl chortles)
- Man.
C'mon man, let's go.
Hey man, keep her on her best behavior.
- [Earl] That's your mama, you watch your mouth.
(jazz music plays)
- Oh, uh.
Ma, this right here is my girlfriend Stephanie.
Stephanie, this is my mom
and this is my stepdad Earl Glover.
- Chill out.
- Hello sweetheart, very pleased to meet you.
- You too.
- [Earl] How you doin' miss?
- [Stephanie] I'm good.
- [Earl] It's nice to meet you.
- [Stephanie] You too.
Well Mr. and Mrs. Glover,
I want you to meet my mom, Ms. Cheryl Tinsley.
- What's the deal?
- Oh this what we doin'?
- Ma.
- Okay Stephanie,
who is this beautiful young lady?
That must be your little sister.
- Mm, nah baby.
This my little tenderoni,
it's my wife. Tavia.
- Your wife?
- Nigga that's what she said ain't it?
- Aye yo, hold up hold up.
Pops, this is Stephanie's brother Ronald.
- Whoa whoa,
first of all, it's Ronron my nigga.
Secondly, don't be introducing me like you know me.
Nigga I just met you 10 minutes ago.
- [Stephanie] Okay, all right.
So everybody let's have a seat.
And we're gonna- - Yeah, let's do that.
- eat in a little bit.
- Pops, Mom, c'mon you all have a seat right here.
Just chill, just chill.
- Okay.
- [Tremaine] All right, I been cooking all day.
I hope y'all like this.
- [Mrs. Glover] It looks wonderful.
- Hey Ma, can you hand me that liquor right there?
I need a shot.
- Excuse me Ms., uh, lady.
Thank you.
(doorbell rings)
- Bae?
- [Stephanie] Huh?
- You expecting somebody else or somethin'?
- So remember when I told you I had a few things
I needed to tell you?
- Yeah?
- The other one's at the door.
(Tremaine smacks his lips)
(door creaks open)
(loud rap music plays)
- Oh!
(girls exclaiming)
Get in here! Yes.
(door clicks shut)
Aye.
- Mom, put me a little lettuce on that could you?
- You know what? I ain't even gonna lie my nigga.
(smacks lips)
Mm.
When we first walked up in here,
I wasn't even fuckin' with you like that bruh.
But this food?
This shit make up for it.
Mm.
You almost cook better than Stephanie, no lie.
(Tremaine chokes and coughs)
- What?
Oh yeah,
thanks for the compliment.
- [Ronron] Oh, for sure.
(doorbell rings)
- Now I don't know who that could be.
- (laughs) Oh, wait a minute.
You know what?
I think I got somethin' to tell you too.
I'll get this one.
(door creaks open)
(funky beat plays)
- What's up boy?
- Dawg. Where is your date?
- Man, that bitch canceled on me. Man, what is you talkin'-
- Dawg.
I told you ten times to bring a date man.
Where is she?
- Tre. Stop playin' with me dawg watch out.
- Dawg.
I told you to bring a date for a reason.
Man listen, we coupled up in here.
- Fuck all that man! Watch out. Mama! Mama!
- [Mrs. Glover] Is that my baby Cartrell?
(door squeaks shut)
Ohh this my baby Cartrell.
Y'all listen, this Tremaine's other brother.
He grew up right next door to us.
Oh my goodness, I always treated this baby
like he was my own.
- [Trell] That's facts.
- [Earl] Hey, what's up son?
- [Trell] What's up old man, how you feelin' man?
- You lookin' good man, lookin' real good.
- Ah, thank you. Proud of it man.
- Listen up. This is Stephanie's mom, Mrs. Tinsley,
- How y'all doin'?
- and her wife Tamia.
- It's Tavia.
- I'm sorry. Tavia. And this is brother Bonbon.
- Nigga what?
- Ronron.
- Whatever. And this is uh-
- And this is my best friend Kiba and her fiance Dante.
- What's up man, y'all all right?
- Nice to meet you. - What's up dawg?
- What's up, uh, Kiba?
- [Dante] Nice to meet you.
- [Trell] I see y'all are already getting to it, huh?
Somebody hand me a plate, I'm starvin'. Let's eat.
(funky trumpet beat plays)
(tacos crunching)
(cork pops)
(music continues)
- Ms. Tinsley, I'mma tell you.
These kids nowadays are somethin' real special.
- You ain't gotta talk me to death, I already know.
Tryna tell you,
I ain't think Stephanie was gonna ever get off Medicare.
- Mom!
- (snickering) She right though.
- Shut up!
- [Mrs. Glover] And this one right here, Tremaine?
I breastfed him 'til he was four years old.
- Oh my god.
(group laughs)
- Hold on, hold on, hold on.
- So you tellin' me this nigga
was suckin' on them big ass titties-
- Whoa whoa. - 'til he was four?
- Mind your business boy.
- [Ronron] I'm just sayin', that shit crazy.
Aye, that's your mans.
- Stop.
- Listen.
Tremaine love him some boobies.
Soon as I pull these things out,
he come charging in that room-
- [Tremaine] Mom! Can you change the subject?
- Oh don't worry.
- [Tremaine] Please! - Don't worry.
I picked up right where he left off.
- So wait,
you sucked on your mom's titties 'til you were four too?
- Hell nah. I sucked on his mama's titties, and I'm 54 baby.
(Ronron laughs)
(Earl makes motorboat sounds)
- [Mrs. Glover] Earl, don't be doin' that embarrassin' me.
- Don't tell me not to embarrass you,
you started the conversation.
- [Ms. Tinsley] Shut. Up.
Didn't she tell you to shut up?
That's one thing I hate is a hard head ass man.
- Clearly.
- [Earl] I know she ain't talking to me.
- I don't play that talkin' back.
Steph and Ronron, they know!
They know how I raised them,
they know first hand!
Wrecked they father every time he tried me.
Beat his ass down to the ground!
- I ain't scared of her ass.
- Cartrell.
How's your love life?
Baby I know you beatin' them off with a stick!
- Why you say that Ma?
- Listen, I remember that time y'all was 'bout five,
you and Tremaine.
- [Tremaine] C'mon Ma, nah.
- And I gave y'all a bath,
and it looked like a grown man was in that bathtub.
(Trell laughs)
- Hold on hold on.
'Scuse me, 'scuse me y'all.
Tre, where the restroom at man?
- Down the hall to the left.
Ma! Why you always gotta do this?
And you sittin' up here playin' with her.
(Mrs. Glover chuckles)
- So... you said that thing big, huh?
(glass clinks)
- Oh, oh my god, oh my god.
Steph, where, where the Sha wipes?
- In the laundry room, all the way in the back.
- 'Scuse me y'all, I-I gotta go get myself cleaned up.
- Yeah. You do that.
And what you worried about how big it is for?
Oh I got more tips.
- So let me get this straight.
You divorced their father,
you keep his last name,
you remarry a woman,
and you give your new wife his last name?
- Sure did. And?
The fuck?
- [Earl] Damn.
That's wrong baby.
That ain't right.
That, that ain't right.
(slow beat starts)
- Um, 'scuse me for a minute.
(Gimme Dat Pussy by Webbie plays)
(Kiba moaning loudly)
- C'mon gimme that gangsta shit, nigga what the fuck.
(moans)
(Kiba moaning)
(knocking)
- [Tremaine] Trell.
(Kiba moans)
Trell.
(knocking)
Trell!
- Hold on bro. I'm comin'.
(knocking)
I'm comin'!
(knocking)
- [Tremaine] Trell!
(music distorts, slows)
- Come on bro.
(Kiba and Trell panting)
- Tellin' them 'bout Daddy and shit for?
- Man I don't even know that nigga.
- Exactly. Everything good?
- Yeah, yeah yeah.
Um, Kiba back there still cleanin' up,
and Trell?
He doin' a number two.
- Ew.
- But anyways, shots everybody?
(smooth beat plays)
♪ I got a question
♪ Have you ever
♪ fallen in love
♪ In love
♪ Have you ever fallen
♪ In love
♪ Yeah, yeah
- Get me some of this food,
this shit good as hell.
Kiba, you want some more meat?
- Shit, I take some meat for sure if she ain't want it.
- Ah shit, do your thing my boy.
- [Dante] Appreciate you.
- Knock yourself out.
- [Dante] This some good meat.
- [Trell] That's what she said.
(bell chimes)
(Mind Journey by Classroom Majors plays)
♪I love you like flows love you like my own ♪
♪ That's a whole lotta lovin'
♪ I love you sweet so lovin' 'til it's old ♪
♪ I do baby
♪ I love your brown eyes
♪ Love the way they glow
♪ Pretty brown eyes
♪ I'mma take a little trip down to your soul way ♪
♪ Yeah I ain't tryna give it all away ♪
♪ I ain't tryna give my love away ♪
♪ I ain't tryna waste all your time ♪
♪ I'm just tryna find a better way ♪
♪ Gotta be a better way
♪ Find a better way you know there's ways to love you ♪
♪ A million ways to love you
♪ I got the insulin lemme take you on a journey ♪
♪ And girl I think I gotta trip in mind ♪
♪ I gotta trip in mind
♪ I really just want to explore your mind ♪
♪ Let's explore it
♪ Baby take you on this journey close your eyes ♪
♪ Close your eyes girl
♪ And together we can find a peace of mind ♪
♪ Yeah let's explore the scene yeah ♪
♪ Scene explorin'
♪ Lemme take you through this journey, yeah ♪
♪ Together we can make it anywhere ♪
♪ We can make it baby
♪ Come with me on this journey
♪ Just take my hand you can come with me ♪
♪ I can take you places you ain't never seen ♪
(Stephanie sighs happily)
- Whoo.
Well.
I enjoyed myself today,
we had a good time and I love you baby.
I'm just happy we got a new crib.
This shit just feel good to me.
- Mm, I love you too.
- Gimme some.
(Tremaine exclaims quietly)
(Stephanie sighs)
(lock clicks)
Baby go upstairs and run us some bath water,
I'll be up there in a minute.
- Mmkay.
- Wait for me. - Okay. (laughs)
- Crazy ass.
(phone dialing)
(phone blips)
- [Rudy] What's up man, why you callin' me bro?
- Yo Rudy, hold up man, hold up.
Look man,
I'm calling you because I want to sincerely apologize
for the other day, man.
Rudy, we been boys since the ninth grade
and we been through too much shit man
for us to be falling out about a woman man.
And especially about some old shit.
Look,
I love her and I love you bro.
So we gotta fix this man.
- Bro, I forgive you.
I really do bro,
but now that we havin' this conversation,
I just want to tell you to be careful man.
You know Stephie cool as hell but that girl got issues.
And I don't ever want to see you in a bad spot
because of a woman bro.
- Look, Rudy man.
I hear you and I feel you,
whatever, but I ain't call you for all that man,
I just called you to apologize bro.
So, I hope we on the same page man,
like I said I love you man.
- Bro I forgive you. - I'm out.
(phone beeps)
(tense music plays)
(bell dings)
(footsteps thumping)
(Tremaine panting)
(tense music plays)
- What the fuck?
(breathing rapidly)
(Psycho Theme plays)
(Tremaine whimpers)
(toilet flushes)
(continues whimpering)
(women moaning)
- (exhaling) Shit.
(moaning gets louder)
(Tremaine whimpers)
(women moaning)
He didn't.
(exhaling sharply) No they didn't.
(door rattles open)
- Uh huh! Caught your ass! What you in here doin'?
(Tremaine sneezes and sniffles)
- Shit, I think I'm comin' down with a cold or somethin'.
- Really?
- I thought you went to work?
(car engine humming)
(casual beat plays quietly)
♪ I'mma put pressure
♪ What's it gonna be what's it gonna be baby ♪
(door clicks shut)
- Okay and then just fill this out,
and then take it to your seat.
- Thank you very much.
- [Stephanie] You're welcome.
(tracksuit swishing)
- Hey beautiful.
Did you miss me?
I ain't seen you in a couple days.
- Hi Kevin.
Yes, I took a few days off.
From Friday I did career day
for my homegirl at Pickford Elementary
and then I just spent some time enjoying myself.
- That's what's up.
You uh, got that specimen pick up ready for me?
- Oh yeah, let me get that for you real quick.
(plastic rustling)
(Stephanie sighs)
- Yes ma'am.
Hey uh, whatever you get with your time away,
got you glowin'.
- Well, I did just move in with my boyfriend a week ago.
- Boyfriend? Damn it's like that?
- What?
Boy, you know you are my work boyfriend.
And a girl gotta have some real too.
Plus, I know you out here cheatin' on me anyway.
- (laughing) Man, whatever. - [Stephanie] Mhm.
- You wanna doctor man and got some in-house?
I'm disappointed.
- Sorry!
- Whatever.
(chill beat fades in)
(Brianna moans)
- [Ronron] Right there, right there.
- (moaning) Damn.
- [Ronron] Fuck.
- Damn baby.
- Guess you got your workout after all, huh?
(Brianna laughs)
- Shut up.
- Damn I missed yo ass.
- I missed you too.
- I'm sick as hell you wasn't at my sister's house
for dinner the other day.
I just knew I was gonna see your ass.
- I wasn't invited, remember?
(bell dings)
(bedsheets rustle)
(Stephanie whimpers)
- Tremaine!
Bae?
(whining) I'm horny.
(sighs)
(drawer rattles)
(vibrator buzzes)
(moaning loudly)
- Aye yo, T.
- [Tremaine] What's up?
- How did that meet the parent's dinner go the other night?
It ain't like you not to call me and give me the run down,
what happened?
- I guess everything went good.
Besides all the mess that transpired.
- (laughing) Oh ho, this the tea right here baby.
I wanna hear the tea. (chuckles)
- Randy. - What?
- Shut the fuck up. And get back to work.
- (clicks tongue) Man.
- Y'all always playin' man. What happened for real for real?
- (scoffs) So Stephanie ass literally
wait's 'til the last second to tell me
basically,
her mama is gay and married to a woman.
- Ah hell nah.
- [Jarell] Red flag number one.
(Tremaine chuckles)
- That ain't it.
- It don't get no worse than that.
- [Randy] Right.
- That is not it.
Then, her tough ass brother come bargin' in outta no where.
Mind you, I ain't even know she had a brother
and I definitely ain't know his ass was comin' to my house.
- Mm mm, mm mm that's red flag number two, bro.
I been countin'.
- And then had the audacity
to invite his friend without even askin' me.
- Ah hell no. - Exactly.
- Did he know Kiba was comin'?
You think he was tryna be spiteful?
- Then, Trell bein' the asshole he is,
shows up at my doorstep without a date!
After I told him ten times bring a date.
- [Randy] That's what he do. That's Trell.
- (smacks lips) Dude listen, hold up man.
Hold up.
Only for Kiba to be there with her fiance
after Trell just tried to get on her at my crib bro.
- [Randy] That's bad news.
- No no no no. No. Wait for the finale.
(drum roll plays)
Trell fucked Kiba in my bathroom.
(door dings)
(bells jingle)
(washers whirring)
(coins jangle)
- Aye.
You Stephanie homeboy ain't you?
You remember me from the other day
when we was helpin' 'em move in the new crib?
- Yeah, I remember you.
If my memory serves me correctly,
you the one had all that messiness
goin' on tryna holla at my homegirl Kiba.
- Well speakin' of Kiba,
that's what I wanted to ask you.
Aye, can you call her and give her my number?
I need to holler at her.
- Uh, no? I'm not gettin' in that.
Kiba damn near married.
Besides, didn't you just see her
at Stephanie house for dinner?
So I heard.
You coulda just got it for yourself then.
- Oh you heard, huh?
Well, I actually did get what I wanted,
but fuck all that.
I need that number.
I gotta tell her somethin' important.
- Can't do it!
- Whatever. I'll get it myself.
- The fuck is wrong with this young man?
- And to top it all off,
I go to the bathroom the other morning to take a leak?
Man I look in the toilet,
there's a bloody ass tampon in there man!
- Man, hell nah.
- Man I almost threw. (gags)
- Yeah it sounds like you went
to Red Flags, Michigan my brother.
- Aye, I-I got customers out there waitin' on they order.
And they hungry.
And y'all out here bullshittin'.
Let's get that order out there now.
- Man, shut up. - Fuck you.
- [Jarell] Bald headed ass nigga.
- I'mma fire y'all asses.
- [Jarell] Man go then.
- Get your ass on.
(bell dings)
(upbeat music plays)
(phone keyboard clacking)
(phone blips)
- [Woman 1] Girl, messy ass Minnie's
was the fuckin' tea last night.
- I know.
- And I'm makin' my rounds in that bitch,
I couldn't find your ass,
but I did get this one nigga number
that was with K-Deezy last night.
- [Celeste] This is cute.
- (pops tongue) Cute.
Go head sit right here, put your hand under there.
Hey Bri! You looking cute!
- Thank you!
- Hey lady. - Hey boo.
Now I'mma need you to get a bitch all the way together.
These hands and toes look a hot ass mess.
- (smacks lips) Lemme see.
Girl hush, they is not even that bad.
- Now don't lie to her.
(Kiba giggles)
- Shut up.
- What we gettin'?
- (sighs) French. You know the routine.
- Oh, yeah...
I been meaning to ask you.
So, why wasn't you at dinner at Stephanie's the other night?
- Kiba, why would you bring that up?
- I wanna know.
- Messy.
(Kiba snorts)
- I wasn't invited, remember?
- Oh yeah...
- Eat my ass from the back. Send!
- You know what,
it seems like ever since my nigga got killed last year,
it's been like a little distant between us.
Shit kinda weird to me.
- Or! She coulda found out about that little sneaky link.
(group laughs)
- Uh uh, shut up. That's it.
- [Woman 1] That is so fuckin' irritatin'-
- I don't think she know- - Shh shh shh shh.
- He's gonna text me- - What?
- that he's tryna have sex with his freaky ass.
- Girl, all them Joyroll niggas is freaks.
I grew up with him and Tremaine when we was younger.
Tremaine used to always try to suck on my titties.
He's definitely a boob man.
- Tremaine? (whispering) Tremaine, tremaine.
(in normal voice) Oh you talkin' 'bout
that chef nigga from the cities.
- [Woman 2] Yes. - [Woman 1] Mhm.
My homegirl used to kick it with him
on and off for a couple years?
But she told me that that nigga is a big ass liar
and she don't really fuck with him like that no more,
but I heard that mouth piece?
Something special, okay?
- Damn. - Mhm.
Freaky.
- Bow!
- Girl? Bye. (cackles) Yes.
- I'm 'bout to spread all on y'all asses.
- [Ms. Tinsley] Ooo, yes! - Okay?
- Hop up on this table and spread all that ass!
- Uh uh, Mama! - Don't do that.
Don't do that. - Oh my god.
- You grown. - (whines) No.
- You know what it is.
And don't be playin' with me,
ain't no tellin' what y'all done did up on this table.
- Yeah so, if you don't mind me asking.
How is the sex?
I know y'all been gettin' it in.
- I mean, (sighs) kinda,
but it's still one thing that's kinda bothering me and...
He hasn't gone down on me yet.
(Ms. Tinsley exclaiming)
- He hasn't gone down on you?
(Ms. Tinsley grunts)
- No.
And like the other day I left my phone at home,
so when I came back to get it,
I open the door and I hear moaning upstairs.
So of course I'm like.
Right?
Tell me why I catch him jacking off?
(Ms. Tinsley snickers)
See that's why I don't tell you shit.
- That's two red flags in one.
- Definitely.
- [Tremaine] Ms. T, Tavia, how y'all doin'?
(water rushing)
(water stops)
- Uh, where you been? You got off work hours ago.
- (laughs) What?
You serious?
C'mon baby, cut it out now.
I'm gettin' ready to go up here and take a shower.
Ms. T, Tavia, it was good to see y'all.
I'll holler at y'all.
- I must ain't taught you shit.
You know if that was your daddy I'd a beat his ass!
That nigga got cheatin' written all over him.
I smell it.
(sniffs) You smell that?
- I got this.
(door clicks)
Tremaine?
- What's up baby?
- Is everything okay with us?
- Yeah what's up? Why you say that?
- I mean we ain't have sex in a few days
and then I come in here and you jacking off,
and now you runnin' straight to the shower?
Like you barely even spoke to my mama.
- Baby. First of all,
(glasses click)
you trippin'.
'Cause we just got it in the other night.
And far as that shit you think you saw?
That wasn't even that.
And far as me comin' in and goin' straight to the shower?
That's because I just got off of work,
I went to get a haircut,
and I went to the bowlin' alley with the fellas.
So yeah, a shower sound about right to me.
I mean you do want me to scrub these balls, don't you?
(door clicks shut)
- You know what, fuck all that. Lemme smell your dick.
- (laughing) Baby, you trippin'.
You playin' right?
Stop it.
I mean ain't it that time of the month anyway?
- Do I look like I'm playin' with you? Drop 'em.
- Baby, you don't.
- Drop. Them.
Do you need help?
- I can't even believe you on no shit like this.
This so fuckin' stupid.
(pants thud)
Here.
- Why is there glitter on it?
(bell chimes)
♪ Bitch slipped up that's okay though ♪
♪ Molding these niggas like Play Doh ♪
♪ Now they taking shots like Cuervo ♪
♪ I'mma cash out nigga like payroll ♪
(Kevin exclaiming)
- Sheesh! Boy, that was a game man.
- That was a dog ass game.
- [Kevin] I'm tryna tell you bro.
- And I still can't believe
you caught Miguel Cabrera home run ball.
Lemme see that thing real quick.
- Got that thing right here man. Ahh...
- Man that's gonna be worth some money.
- I appreciate you inviting me bro.
(Jarell smacks lips)
- C'mon now.
- I know you and Tre were supposed to go originally.
And you still coulda picked Randy or Rudy, but.
Damn man I appreciate you doing that.
- Man you my guy, you my day one man.
Yeah Randy had to work with Tre today,
so he couldn't make it anyway.
And y'know Rudy still got that black eye
from the bowling alley,
so he ain't coming out the house.
- Damn man.
Aye yo that shit blew my mind
to see Tre act like that, bro.
Especially swingin' on his day one 'bout a broad?
- [Jarell] Exactly.
- Bro.
- That shit was really kinda weak to me.
And to be honest with you,
I'm happy I wasn't there.
And what's crazy is, he was at the job the other day,
he was just talkin' down,
talkin' bad on her.
I was really sittin' there like,
man I ain't even tryna hear this shit.
- Shit? Aye, what he say?
- C'mon Kev, you know me well.
I'm not about to sit up in this car
and gossip 'bout my mans.
- All right, all right.
- But!
You my mans too, so I'mma let you know.
But you can't tell nobody.
- [Kevin] Heard you bro.
- Nobody!
- [Kevin] Heard you.
- So basically he was just sittin' there
goin' on and on about how she ain't tell him
that her mom's was a dyke.
'Bout her little brother Ronron actin',
actin' hard as hell but really soft as dog shit.
And about her homegirls.
All of 'em freak hoes.
Whole group.
Oh! And the main thing.
He was talkin' 'bout my nigga Trell.
How he smashed her homegirl in they bathroom
at they new crib.
- [Kevin] No shit.
- At the new crib. The one they just moved in.
- (quietly) Oh shit.
- Matter fact,
'bout to pull up on Trell right now,
get some of this weed.
'Bout to smoke.
And we gotta talk about this one.
- [Kevin] That's a bet.
- Lemme see that game ball again.
♪ All switched up that's okay though ♪
♪ Moldin' these niggas like Play Doh ♪
♪ Now they takin' shots like Cuervo ♪
♪ I'mma cash out nigga like payroll ♪
♪ Bitch I'm poppin' like Faygo
♪ Sauced up nigga like 'fredo
(dog barking)
(mumbling)
- Oh that is Jarell.
- What up, G?
What you doin' out here? - What's up, man.
This my homie Kev right here. - What's up with you?
- Man, why the fuck y'all niggas
got on all this Tigers shit?
What, y'all come from the game or somethin'?
- There he go.
Man Trell stop playing nigga I just text your phone,
stop by come get some of that weed.
Now where that loud at nigga?
And there better be some zaza's this time,
'cause last time.
That shit you gave me?
I shoulda beat your ass.
(Trell scoffs)
- Crazy as hell nigga.
Sure got a lot to say for a nigga
comin' to get my weed though.
But let me ask you a serious question though.
When the fuck y'all niggas
just gonna come out the closet dawg?
- Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
- I'm sayin'.
It's 2022.
Niggas ain't even hiding they gayness no more.
You know you still my nigga, G.
- (under his breath) That shit mid.
- [Trell] That's pressure.
- That shit all right, I guess.
- Pressure. (scoffs) How much I owe you for this?
- C'mon man, you know it's 65 for the eighth.
- The fuck wrong with you?
Movin' like you gotta piss or somethin' nigga.
You aight?
- Yeah, I'm good.
Well nah, step out the car real quick,
let me holler at you.
(dog barking)
- Man, make sure that some good weed.
I'll be right back,
'bout to handle this for a minute.
- Yeah.
(car door thuds)
- What you want Trell?
- G, my dick burnin' like a motherfucker, bro.
Somethin' ain't right, man.
I think I need some penicillin or somethin'.
You don't know nobody who got nothin' for this shit?
- See that's what the fuck you get.
I told your dumb ass.
Do not stick your dick
in none of your man's old lady's friends.
But you don't wanna listen to me though.
You think everything a fucking joke.
Mr. Greedy Dick.
Wanna fuck on anything got they legs open.
But this time my nigga?
You gone burn baby burn!
Dumb ass nigga.
- How the fuck you know that?
Man y'all niggas talk too much.
- Man listen, on some real shit.
You need to go on ahead and holler at Mr-Mr. Glover.
Mr. Glover was in the army,
he was some type of medical or some shit like that but.
He got all type a stuff over there.
- [Trell] Right.
- So go ahead and take your hot ass over there
and get fixed nigga.
- [Trell] Good lookin' G.
- Aye!
Come back with some better weed next time.
- Man, fuck you man.
(car door thuds)
(car engine humming)
(mellow music)
(engine turns off)
(door thuds)
(dog barking faintly)
(knocks on door in rhythmic pattern)
(door squeaks open)
- Cartrell, what're you doin' here?
- Ma, I need to see Earl.
- Well get your ass in here.
(door creaks shut)
Cartrell, you never said what you was doin' here.
- Ma, I was in the neighborhood,
I thought about somethin' Earl told me the other day
so I figured I'd come holler at him.
Is he here?
- [Mrs. Glover] Yeah he here.
Is somethin' wrong? Are you okay?
- Uhh.
- You look hungry, let me fix you somethin' to eat.
- Uh, actually Ma, I really just ate.
I just really need to talk to Earl.
- He right around the corner in the bathroom.
- Okay.
- Earl! Cartrell here!
- [Trell] Earl.
Earl.
(knocks gently) Earl!
- What!
Boy what you want?
Man go on in the kitchen and wait for me man.
What's wrong with you?
(chair scraping)
- Earl. I need your help please.
- Trell. What the fuck you done did boy?
- It's my dick. My shit feel like a Flamin' Hot Cheeto.
- All right well just take this back to your seat
and bring it back once you're finished, 'kay?
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
(walker rattles)
(Stephanie sighs)
- Oh hell nah!
Nope. Uh uh.
You late and it's my lunch time,
plus my food just got here so.
You gone have to wait.
- That's cool, shit.
Calm down.
What you got to eat?
I'm hungry, too.
- I have some pizza. You can have some if you want some.
- Yeah.
(divider rattles)
- Come on back, but don't be greedy.
- All right, it's cool.
(divider squeaks)
- Ah shit. Look like you shit outta luck boy.
- Ugh, man.
Pop, you was in the army right?
I know you gotta gun.
- Yeah? I gotta few of 'em. But what you need a gun for?
- 'Cause. Just kill me man. Damn.
- [Mrs. Glover] Earl!
Get that boy outta here,
get him to the clinic before he drip that shit on my floor.
- All right baby.
Just throw my keys down here.
I'm 'bout to go right now.
- [Mrs. Glover] Okay.
- Damn girl!
Slow down.
You eatin' that shit like somebody 'bout to call Dippy's
or somethin'.
(Stephanie snickers)
Shit.
- Shut up Kevin. This the first time I've eaten today.
- For real? Why? It's 5:30.
- I know.
It's been really busy around here today and.
I'm just stressed and.
I don't know, I just can't get my shit together.
- Ah man.
Now you gotta tell your work boyfriend what's goin' on now?
- I mean.
Okay, it ain't really nothin', it's just.
Y'know, stuff at home and...
tryna settle in with my real man.
I don't know I just thought it would be beautiful and...
I'm having second thoughts already.
- See?
Work boyfriends are the best.
We don't trip on nothin'.
We just enjoy comin' to work and lovin' on y'all.
Mm.
And we don't gossip. (laughs)
- Well I can say that my man is...
I mean,
kinda quiet and laid back so he definitely
don't do no gossipin'.
- You sure 'bout that?
Like you bet your life on it?
- Where'd that come from?
No, like why would you ask me that?
- I'm just sayin'.
Ridin' around doin' specimen pickups all day,
dealin' with so many people.
You hear things.
- Kevin, what the fuck are you talking about?
- Listen baby.
If your man didn't do no gossipin',
then explain to me how I know
it's your time of the month right now?
And as many times as I come to you
to talk to you about my ma,
how come you never told me your mom was gay?
And I was so disappointed to hear that your homegirl
would fuck another dude in your bathroom
while her fiance was at the table waitin' on her.
- What?
(Kevin chuckles quietly)
Look Kevin,
I gotta get back to work.
Um, I don't know what this shit is that you heard.
Here's my number.
You need to call me later
and I need to know everything that you heard.
- [Kevin] Mhm.
- So I'm gonna go get this specimen for you so you can go.
(phone thuds)
(plastic rustling)
Your done, you can go.
- It's like that, huh? Specimen and all that?
- You can go.
Thank you.
- [Earl] Man, I can't believe
you had me stop for you to change clothes.
Man if you don't hurry up and get your ass outta here.
Man get your hot dick ass outta here before they close.
Pissin' razor blade ass dick.
Hurry up!
Man if you don't hurry your young ass up!
Wastin' my mothafuckin' time.
(Kevin mumbling)
- Go.
- All right, all right, all right.
Hold up.
Just let me get a hug before I go?
That cool?
- Stop.
(funky music)
- Aye. What the hell you doin' here?
- This is a doctor's office,
I'm a medical assistant.
This is my job.
- Tre said you was a nurse.
Not no goddamn medical assistant.
But aye, forget all that.
I need to see that doctor, 9-1-1.
I need some help bad.
- Mm, mm, mm.
Don't even sign in,
just bring your nasty ass back here.
I already know what's wrong with you.
(door squeaks)
(funky music continues)
(rustling)
(playful music)
- Um, full name?
Full name?
- Cartrell Davis.
- Date of birth?
- 11-16-89.
- So...
Mr. Davis.
When Tre invited you all to our house
for dinner the other night,
did anything happen that I should know about?
Breathe.
(Trell inhales deeply)
(exhales)
Okay, so you don't have to tell me anything
and HIPPA laws even prevent me from saying anything
about you being here,
but I'm gonna give you my homegirl's number
so you can tell her where you've been today.
And what's going on in this...
situation so she can get herself checked out.
And both of y'all better pray
that Kiba ain't been with Dante since y'all decided
to have dinner and dessert at my house.
- (under his breath) It's that nasty bitch.
(bell chimes)
♪ Yeah yeah
♪ What (vocalizing)
♪ You know what
♪ Dawg you toxic as hell
♪ Bitch I hate you 'cause I need you ♪
♪ Wastin' all this time tryna please you ♪
♪ Damn you cheatin' I just can't believe you ♪
♪ I fuckin' hate you
♪ Bitch I love you
♪ Bitch I hate you 'cause I need you ♪
♪ Wastin' all this time tryna please you ♪
♪ Damn you cheated I just can't believe you ♪
♪ I fuckin' hate you bitch I love you ♪
♪ Bitch I hate you but I love you ♪
♪ There's no other bitch out here above you ♪
♪ Hell nah
♪ Even hit your ass without no fucking rubber ♪
♪ Yeah bitch you owe me money you been fuckin' up my covers ♪
♪ Squirtin' on my sheets
♪ Tell that pussy rest in peace ♪
♪ Now gone take your ass a shower ♪
♪ And go make me something to eat ♪
♪ Baby why you insecure always thinkin' I'm a cheat ♪
♪ I ain't even doin' nothin' you through my phone ♪
♪ When I'm sleep
♪ I hope your ass find what you lookin' for ♪
♪ 'Cause the word around town is you been lookin' hoe ♪
♪ And no matter what I give you you always gotta talk slick ♪
♪ But if I ask you if you hungry ♪
♪ Bitch you never know shit
♪ I hate you
(bell dings)
- Dear Father God, I come unto you in prayer right now Lord,
(gospel music)
just askin' that you get me through
this housewarmin' tonight Lord.
Lord please keep the peace in my home tonight.
Lord put it on my friends hearts to be gentlemen tonight.
Lord, I just ask that you keep Randy out my business Lord.
Keep his mouth closed Lord, please.
(gospel music swells)
And Lord I pray that my friend Jarell
don't bring his gay roommate Lord.
Lord please help me.
And Cartrell Lord?
I just want him to keep his cock in his pants tonight Lord.
Lord is that too much to ask?
I pray that my mom don't come in here
tellin' everybody my business about when I was a kid.
And I just pray that Stephanie friends
can be ladies tonight Lord.
Let 'em keep they panties on Lord.
And let them not do anything in my house
that they know they mama and they daddies
would be mad about.
And Stephanie Lord. Lord please just stop the bleedin'!
(crying) Stop the bleedin', Lord!
I ask you all a these things
and I know you gonna give 'em to me Lord.
I thank you.
In your name.
Amen.
(music cuts out)
(Tremaine sighs deeply)
(plastic rustling)
(plucky music)
- [Tremaine] Babe!
- Y-yeah?
- [Tremaine] I'm gettin' ready to run to the store
and grab some vodka before everybody get here,
you need something?
- No, I'm good!
- [Tremaine] You sure? - Yeah!
- [Tremaine] All right, I'm gone.
- God you need to get some baby wipes,
with your shitty booboo ass.
(doorbell rings)
- Lemme see who this is.
(door squeaks open)
- What's up bro?
- My boy! How you feelin'?
- Shit good man, shit look like you doin' good too.
- Yeah, for now. Problem is, you gonna miss the food.
- Shit I had to get ready after work.
- (distorted) Tell me bruh.
'Cause every time I try and tell you somethin'
you never listen to me.
You never listen to me.
Bro!
(reverberating) You even listening
to what I'm saying to you?
(normal voice) Bro! - That nigga off the perc!
- What's wrong with you man, can you hear me?
- I hear you nigga, calm down. - Them percs!
- Damn,
you're the one sittin' there acting like you don't hear me.
Tch.
- [Rudy] Bro he just hit me outta nowhere bro.
- He fucked you up bro.
- I know, and that's fucked up, right?
(energetic music)
- 'Scuse us ladies.
- Girl y'all not even sneaky no more.
You might as well came together.
- Hol' up.
I know you ain't lettin' Stephanie little brother
take you to pound town.
- Put it to you like this.
If that nigga was Travis Barker, I'd be his drum.
(imitates drum roll)
Nigga!
- Strut it! And you ain't tell me?
- Bitch fuck you.
If that's the case I might as well take my ass
down to WJOB or Hot 1075,
and do a whole interview about it.
- That's true. - Girl fuck you and Ronron.
- [Mrs. Glover] So I'mma say this one more time,
pimpin' ain't dead,
they just added the feds.
- [Earl] Preach!
- The feds?
Oh yeah, pimpin' dead.
I killed all the pimps.
And all the hoes.
- Oh. So she crazy, crazy?
- [Kiba] C'mon baby. - [Mrs. Glover] All right.
- Just eat one.
Just take one bite.
C'mon, please?
Just, aye.
It's good.
(tense music fades in)
- Gimme a second.
What're you doin' here?
- (laughing) Aye Steph.
(hand smacks)
Oh, I was invited by my homie, you know.
The one who works as your real boyfriend?
- Oh you mean like you wish you were?
- Oh. (chuckles)
- Tch.
- C'mon, please.
- C'mon bae. - Just a bite.
- I don't want none.
- You need to eat somethin'. You don't like chocolate?
- You know I like chocolate.
I don't want it.
- Just one bite.
- Um, Kiba. I need to talk to you for a second in private.
- Girl I am busy.
- Bitch.
(Kiba sighs heavily)
- Eat that.
(footsteps receding)
- Aye.
- What up?
- So when y'all boys gonna run that shit back,
'cause I missed that first one.
(Tremaine smacks lips)
- Man shut the fuck up. - Man fuck you.
You on some bullshit man,
I'm gettin' the fuck up out of here man.
- Aye Rudy man!
- [Rudy] Nah I'm out man.
- Rudy man,
don't, don't let him get in your head Rudy!
Damn man, see what I'm sayin'?
That's some fucked up shit,
why you had to say that?
- That nigga eye fucked up bro.
- (snorts) I ain't gonna lie, that nigga fucked up.
(both snicker)
Nigga, I dropped his ass at the bowling alley.
- Damn.
- But nah man, for real. Cut that out man.
- My bad my bad.
- And Randy?
- Hm?
- [Tremaine] Man, quit laughin' at this fool,
that's his problem, huh?
- (laughing) My bad, dawg.
(crowd chattering)
- Here, here boo.
- Why all the glasses are different? That's ghetto.
- Shut up. You always complainin' about somethin'.
(crowd continues talking)
- [Mrs. Glover] Hello?
Excuse me!
Hello?
Could you please grab your glass so we could make a toast?
Hello!
- Nah nah. Hold on lil' mama, I got this.
Aye!
(murmuring stops)
Y'all done lost your damn minds?
Now this beautiful queen right here
was trying to get y'all to grab your glasses,
so we can make a toast.
- Is she tryna hit on you?
- (whispering) I don't know.
- [Brianna] I'd like to propose a toast.
(clears throat)
Everybody, raise your glasses.
(Brianna breathing shakily)
To Tremaine.
And my girl,
Steph.
(giggles)
Stephanie,
my best friend in the entire world.
- [Guests] Aww.
- I truly envy you.
I mean look at you.
And I see such a,
a beautiful,
gutsy woman.
Hm?
(exhales) Now who the fuck
do you think you even are
to tell us
that none of your friends
can mess around with your brother?
(guests murmuring)
'Cause is you fuckin' him or somethin'?
(guests exclaiming)
'Cause bitch you done fucked more brothers
than the court system!
All put together!
- Brianna!
Don't do this.
Like I don't know what Kiba
or Damon messy asses done put in your head,
but we not about to do this
right here or right now.
- Oh nope, 'cause I can leave.
Celeste, see me to my car please.
- I kinda wanna hear this.
- Celeste, take me to my car please.
- Bye!
- [Damon] Bye.
- [Celeste] Can I hear this?
- [Damon] Girl! To my car! Please.
- [Kiba] Hold on hold on hold on.
(pops tongue) Whatchu mean Kiba messy ass?
What do I gotta do with anything?
What do I gotta do with Brianna bein' mad at you,
'cause you ain't invite her to the dinner?
- Wha-? That's what your mad at?
Y'know what? I'm sorry Bri.
Because I shoulda invited my friend with morals,
instead of Kiba loose ass old nasty ass-
(everyone yelling over each other)
- Hey hold on!
- [Kiba] I'm nasty but you raggedy.
- Now everybody calm the fuck down!
Y'all's not about to tear my house up.
- [Ronron] Nah nigga, you calm the fuck down!
Nigga my mama in here,
you better watch your fuckin' mouth nigga.
- Who you think you talkin' to boy?
- [Stephanie] That's my brother, Tre.
- Aye Tre, Tre.
Whatever you do,
just don't sucker punch him.
Give him a fair fight.
You always wanna fight, we should jump yo ass in here.
- Rudy, get the fuck out my house
'fore I black your other eye.
Man get the fuck out.
- [Brianna] Baby c'mon, we need to go.
- [Stephanie] Really? - We don't need none.
Yeah really. Like that, let's go.
- Look what you got me into man. The fuck is this shit.
- You better get your motherfuckin' brother man.
- [Kevin] Whoo!
- You saw that shit too?
- Ah, the whole fuckin' thing.
- Aye what the fuck you laughin' at dawg?
- [Tremaine] Yeah.
- [Trell] Matter fact,
where your little faggot ass come from anyway?
Aye G, get this sneaky motherfucker from around me man.
- Yeah, do that.
- Nah nigga, dawg with me.
- Is that so?
- Nah, he right.
Dawg is with you, huh?
But was he with you when I seen him all up
at Stephanie job all over her yesterday?
- What?
- [Trell] Yeah. Mhm.
(Kevin chuckles)
- Forget this Kev, we out.
C'mon.
Trippin' G.
And Tre?
Ain't no coincidence you keep fallin' out
with your homeboys over this broad!
- [Stephanie] Shut the fuck up.
- You need to boss up nigga.
- What? The fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Is this shit true?
- No!
- Ohh! So this where all the bullshit comin' from, huh?
- [Kiba] Here we go.
- Well, I guess birds of a feather do flock together,
huh Dante?
- Whatchu mean?
- Shit, you ain't the only nigga in here
in love with a woman who fuckin' niggas
right up under your nose.
Dead smack in yo face.
- What he talking about? - Huh?
(Kiba cries)
- Babe?
- Yeah. Man go catch your girl.
- [Dante] See what you just did dude? Babe hold on.
- (sobbing) Please just everybody leave!
Just go! Please. (sniffles)
- Ms. Tinsley, Tavia.
Mom, Earl.
Please forgive me, but I just want everybody to go.
I don't mean no disrespect.
And the rest y'all?
Get the fuck out my house!
Now!
- Gimme a hug baby.
- [Ms. Tinsley] It's gonna be all right.
- I love you darlin'.
- [Stephanie] (crying) I'm okay, just go please.
- [Tremaine] I'm good man. - [Earl] All right.
- [Ms. Tinsley] I gotta know you gone be all right.
Baby, I need to know you gone be all right.
- Mom I'm okay please. (sniffles) Just go.
- [Ms. Tinsley] You know I love you.
And I know how upset you get,
I know how you are when you get upset.
I need you to be okay.
Okay. I'm goin'.
(Stephanie breathing shakily)
(breathes heavily)
- So where you know him from?
- (shakily) I work with him, Tre.
It's not what you're thinking.
- It's not what I'm thinking?
How the hell you know what I'm thinkin' Stephanie?
Huh?
Oh you know what? I know how you know what I'm thinking.
'Cause we just went through this shit.
A motherfuckin' week ago!
- Tre!
It's not like that, I promise!
I've never been with that man.
Sexually, not on dates, none of that!
Like we flirted, that's it! - Nah.
- I promise, Tre. - Nah, nah.
Nah fuck that, there's more to it than that.
So you tryna tell me you don't talk to the nigga
on the phone or nothin'?
- Tre, no! I promise!
(tense music)
He's never even asked me for my number! Look! Please!
- So what the hell was Cartrell talkin' about,
and why was he even at your job?
- Cartrell was there 'cause he had an appointment!
And he didn't even know I worked there!
Like he probably just saw me give Kevin a hug.
- You know what?
I'm gettin' ready to leave,
- Tre.
- and by the time I come back, - Tre, Tre...
- you should be done packed your shit-
- Tre, Tre- - and got the fuck
out my motherfuckin' house!
- Tre please!
- I don't ever wanna see you again.
- (sobbing) Tre, please!
- Get the fuck off me!
(Stephanie screams and cries louder)
- You a mothafuckin' liar Steph!
Now you see what you made me do?
- No, please.
- You see what you made me do?
Don't your dumb ass realize
I'm the one who told 'em try and holler at you
in the first place?
Now you heard what I said, I'm out!
(Stephanie sobbing)
Hold on Steph.
(bell chimes)
- I'm sorry.
I'm sorry!
I'm so sorry.
- Stephanie, what the fuck you do? Baby, you-
(cries)
(breathing shakily) Steph, - [Stephanie] I'm sorry.
what the fuck did you do?
(Tremaine cries)
Call the ambulance!
(weeping) Oh, no.
- Baby no, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry!
- I love you baby.
Just go get me a towel.
Just get some help.
(Stephanie whimpers)
Stephanie, go get some fuckin' help. Go get some help.
Go get some fuckin'.
(phone dialing)
- [Operator] 9-1-1, what's your emergency?
- Help. Help, please help me. (Tremaine breathing heavily)
Help me, help my boyfriend!
He's been hurt, he's not breathing!
Please help me, please!
Please!
I'm so sorry!
- [Tremaine] Damn.
Can you believe this shit?
Here I am laid out dead in my own kitchen.
All over a woman I was supposed to be in love with.
Just two weeks ago.
I thought it was the beginnin'
of a beautiful lifetime together.
I woulda never thought that this could be the outcome.
It's crazy,
but bein' in love can blind you from all the red flags.
- [Stephanie] Please!
(bell chimes)
♪ So many red flags
♪ So many, so many, so many
♪ Red flags
♪ So many, so many, so many
♪ Red flags
♪ So many red flags
♪ Shoulda left your ass where I met your ass ♪
♪ But I kept your ass (your ass) ♪
♪ Bitch I even helped you up your stash ♪
♪ I'm the reason why you even got a bag ♪
♪ With your bitch ass
♪ I'm the one who showed you how to get cash ♪
♪ You done left me hangin' like a temp tag ♪
♪ I should smoke your ass like a zigzag ♪
♪ Got me stressin' like a red path ♪
♪ When I hit a hoe and turn big loud ♪
♪ Seen your boyfriend he was big mad ♪
♪ Tell his bitch ass I gotta big mag ♪
♪ And I love the beef like a Big Mac ♪
♪ Spin his block 'til I got whiplash ♪
♪ Better step back when I click clack ♪
♪ Bitch you make a nigga wanna get his ex back ♪
♪ So many red flags
♪ So many, so many, so many
♪ Red flags
♪ So many, so many, so many
♪ Red flags
♪ So many red flags shoulda left your ass a long time ago ♪
♪ You a ham
♪ Pussy nigga wasn't ever loyal but he say he real ♪
♪ Goddamn
♪ What it take for a real bitch to get a real nigga ♪
♪ I need a man
♪ Not a nigga who be online
♪ Preppin', frontin', cappin' for the gram ♪
♪ And he got his own car
♪ And he got his own house
♪ Live with his baby mama
♪ Aimin' at bitches for the drama ♪
♪ I got my own bag
♪ Paid for that shit in all cash ♪
♪ New whip with the paper tags
♪ Bet I'mma get the last laugh
♪ So many red flags
♪ So many, so many, so many
♪ Red flags
♪ So many red flags
♪ Red flags