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(dramatic music)
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♪ I'll be on my way
♪ Ooh girl, your face has, has got me hooked
♪ It lets me know that I'm doing right
♪ But face it
♪ I'm your number one now
♪ Get you on a level that you wanted
♪ Give you a little something that you needed
♪ Let me take you high
♪ High, high, high
♪ Swimmin' in your love like the sea
♪ Tellin' all your friends about me
♪ Girl, when I touch on you
♪ Expressions on your face makes me love on you
♪ Yeah, yeah
♪ Girl, I pictured you
♪ Incredible, amazing, and it all came true
♪ Did I forget to mention that you're sexy too
♪ Oh
♪ Beautiful you are, let's get something started
♪ I got you so deep in love
♪ You don't know what you do to me
♪ You don't know what this does to me
♪ The way you look at me, girl I like that
♪ Blowin' me a kiss I kinda like that
♪ When you say you love me girl I say it back
♪ Even when you're mad I kinda like that
♪ When you stand back
♪ Girl your face has got me hooked
♪ It lets me know that I'm doing right
♪ Face it, I'm your number one
♪ Get you on a level that you wanted
♪ Get you a little something that you needed
♪ Let me take you high
♪ High
♪ Girl
♪ I wanna lock you down for real
(keyboard keys clacking)
- Hey, Isabella?
- Hey.
I'm finishing up some of the final cash reports
for the month.
- That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about.
Were you off balance last week?
- Not that I know of.
- Actually, it shows that you were off by $100,000.
- There's no way.
- I had Special Accounts check it twice.
(Isabella sighs)
- I'm sorry, I, I thought...
- What's going on with you?
I mean, six months ago you were at the top of your game.
You were headed for a promotion.
- It's just...
- Is it Derek?
I thought you were done with him.
I mean, after that stunt he pulled?
- He's just all I can think about.
- He almost took your life.
He honestly should be in jail.
- It's just, it's just hard to let him go.
- I don't know how many times I have to tell you,
he's never going to change.
- I'm sorry about the reports.
- Listen, you're my top accountant
and I need you at the top again.
So I'm gonna give you some time off.
Take a week, recharge your batteries.
- I appreciate it, but it's fine.
I'll, I'll get it together.
- Are you sure?
Because I can't turn in another report
that's thousands of dollars over.
I'll have to fire you.
You know that, right?
- I understand.
(R&B music)
♪ Yeah
♪ And that shit swangin'
♪ Talkin' my language
♪ Need a GPS, don't know where to go
♪ And until I find you
♪ I'll be interstate swingin', interstate
♪ Interstate swingin', interstate
(soft music)
(shower water pattering)
(soft music)
(Isabella sighing)
- I'll just text him.
(soft music)
(phone buzzing)
Hello?
- [Derek] What?
- Hey, how are you?
I texted you earlier.
Not sure if you got it or not.
- [Derek] Yeah, I got it.
- Mm, you weren't gonna respond?
- [Derek] For what?
You made it perfectly clear what you wanted from me.
- Derek, that's not fair.
You know what you did to me.
- What I did to you?
What about me?
What about everything I was going through?
- You still can't do what you did.
- [Derek] Why did you call, Isabella?
(Isabella sighing)
- I don't know.
I just, I've just been lonely and
I wanted someone to talk to and I thought, you know,
maybe we could, you know?
- [Derek] Maybe what?
Isabella, look, I have some things I need to work on.
I can't do the things I did to you.
- Why can't we work on them together?
I, I...
I'm a wreck.
I'm a wreck and everything is falling apart
and I need help picking up the pieces.
- I'm the reason the pieces are there.
Bye, Isabella.
(phone line beeping)
(Isabella sighing)
(footsteps thudding)
(Maggie sighing)
- Hey Isabella.
- Hey. What's up?
- How's my MVP doing?
- Doing good. Got some rest last night.
More than usual.
- That's good. I'm so glad to hear that
'cause I actually have a big favor to ask of you.
- Sure, what's up?
- Can you stay late tonight, please?
One of my kids has a play tonight at 6:00.
- Little Kathy acting in a play?
- Yeah, she is.
And I missed the last one, so I can't miss this one, too.
- Yeah, yeah, that's fine.
I can stay later.
- Oh my God, you're the best. Thank you.
- Thank you.
- [Maggie] Oh and great job yesterday.
Everything balanced perfectly.
- Perfect. Thanks so much.
- [Maggie] Girl, you're on your way.
(Maggie chuckling)
(footsteps thudding)
(tense music)
(keys jangling)
(tense music)
(hit thuds)
(heartbeat thudding)
- [Woman] Stay the fuck away from him.
(heartbeat thudding)
Do you hear me?
Don't bother him no more.
(heartbeat thudding)
- [Maggie] Do you know who it was?
- I think it was his sister.
- [Maggie] Are you gonna press charges?
- No.
- [Maggie] What, are you crazy?
Why not?
- I might.
Oh, I don't know.
If I do, then I'll be labeled as a snitch.
- [Maggie] So?
Who cares about that?
You were assaulted.
(Isabella sighing)
- Listen, where I come from, we don't do that.
I'll take care of it myself.
- [Maggie] Listen, just take some time off, please,
and get this figured out.
- Hey, someone else is calling in.
I'll call you back.
- [Maggie] Okay, bye.
- Bye.
Hello?
- [Michelle] Hey, Isabella.
This is Michelle.
- Hey, Michelle.
I haven't talked to you in a while.
- [Michelle] Yeah, it's been a while.
The last time I saw you was college?
- Yeah, sounds about right.
- [Michelle] Uh, do you remember Whit?
- Whitney?
Yeah, we used to hang out after the football games.
- [Michelle] Yeah.
She died last week.
(Isabella gasping)
Yeah, she was killed.
- Oh my goodness.
By who?
- [Michelle] I don't know.
- Oh my God, what happened?
- [Michelle] They said she was just sitting in her car
and somebody came up and shot her in the head.
- Oh my God.
- [Michelle] ] Yeah.
Her funeral is in two days.
I thought you should know.
- Thank you. I appreciate it.
- [Michelle] Yeah.
Bye.
- Bye.
(Isabella sighing)
(melancholy music)
(Isabella sighing)
Not that many people here.
- Yeah.
You know, Whitney had more enemies than friends.
- She can definitely burn a bridge.
(Michelle chuckling)
- Yeah.
Well, she kept us together.
- Did she?
- Jason, wait, I...
I mean, Isabella.
Isabella, wait.
- What?
- It was a mistake.
Look, can we go somewhere and talk
'cause, I mean, this really isn't the place for it?
- Sure. Sure.
- Okay.
Look, Isabella, I've changed a lot since then.
- Have you?
- Yeah, you know, I grew a lot since those days.
- So you're telling me that
you're finally not gonna see me as a threat
to your boyfriend or anyone you have interest in?
(Michelle sighing)
- I'm sorry that I made you feel that way.
It's just, it was so new for me at the time
and then I was just young and I,
I never should have thought that about my best friend.
- Do you know how bad it fucking sucked
having to fight with my best friend?
You acted like you were losing someone you grew up with.
- I know,
and I'm sorry.
I was just under so much pressure
from our families and...
(Michelle sighing)
- Yeah.
I mean, my family finally came around, finally.
But of course, my dad still wants his son back.
- When was the last time that you talked to him?
- Like, last Christmas.
- Mm.
Well, how long you gonna be in town for?
(Isabella sighing)
- Supposed to be just for the funeral.
- What?
- Yeah.
- I mean, you can't stay a little longer?
- [Isabella] I mean...
- I feel like we need to hang out for Whitney's sake.
- I mean, my boss has definitely been trying
to get me to take some time off, so.
- So then, I mean, what's it gonna be then?
What are we gonna do?
- [Michelle] Let's do it.
(Michelle laughing)
(glasses clinking)
(tense music)
(gun cocking)
(tense music)
(gunshot fires)
- [Shelly] Hello?
- Shelly.
Yo, what are you doin'?
- [Shelly] What's up?
- What happened this morning?
I didn't see you.
- [Shelly] I mean, I went home.
I had something to do.
- What you mean you had something to do?
You ain't had somethin' to do...
- [Shelly] I had something to do.
- You laid down with me last night.
Why did you leave so early?
- [Shelly] I mean, honestly your performance was not where,
you know, it just wasn't giving.
- All right, what the fuck you talking about my performance?
My performance?
- [Shelly] I mean, yo, your fuckin' dick
wouldn't even get hard and like...
- Hold up, bitch.
- [Shelly] Yeah, so.
- My dick ain't getting hard?
If my dick ain't getting hard,
it was that weak ass pussy you got.
- [Shelly] It's really not this pussy.
My pussy was wet, your dick wasn't hard.
You must be fuckin' gay or something
'cause, like, no nigga ever turn me down,
like, I don't have that problem, so...
- What the fuck you say to me?
I must be gay?
Bitch, don't play me like some motherfuckin' punk.
I ain't no goddamn punk.
You don't know who this is.
- [Shelly] I mean, I dunno.
It's giving very much sugary vibes at this point.
- Sugary vibes?
Bitch, you don't even know.
You ain't even got that WAP.
That wet...
- [Shelly] What is it that I don't know that you're gay?
That you like ass, like...
- No, bitch, you aint got no wet ass pussy.
That shit weak.
- [Shelly] What is it?
Why are you mad at me?
You're mad at me. You're gay.
You're gay
Fruity pebbles.
- Get the fuck out.
Man, fuck that hoe, man.
Goddammit.
(Romeo sighing)
I can't stand these hood rat bitches, man.
My brother.
- What's up, my nigga?
- Shit, chillin' man.
- I saw shawty walkin' out of here.
She looked pissed.
- Man, fuck that hoe, man.
Dude, I told her to bounce.
You in my crib, what you expecting breakfast?
- You a cold motherfucker, you know that?
- Man, she'll be all right.
Hey, but what about you though, man?
I was looking for you after the club.
What happened?
You took a breezy home, didn't you?
- Nah, I actually had to leave early.
My cousin needed me to let in the house again, man.
- Man, why won't you give that little nigga the keys?
- No, I don't trust him.
That nigga just got out after five years.
Ain't no fuckin' way.
- Yeah, man, I don't blame you, bro.
Hey, you get that money from Cyrus yet?
- No, I told you not to front him.
He will never pay.
We need to go see that nigga right now.
- All right, but you drivin'.
- What the fuck I look like, a chauffeur?
- Today.
(hiphop music)
♪ Look at my racks
♪ Feel like Serena when hit from back, swing
Where's my fuckin' money Cyrus?
- Man, I told you, this shit gonna take way longer
for these cats to have babies.
The Persian cats got hooked up
with the little Russian babies.
Babies gonna have babies and then...
- You think I give a fuck about Persian and Russian?
- Bro.
Man, I know you an American
so that Russian shit is probably...
- Look, motherfucker,
I gave you three weeks to get me my mother fuckin' money.
You talking about Persian cats and this and that.
And nigga, that's a nice watch.
I ain't see you with that last time.
- Oh, it's yours.
I meant to give this to you after I...
- Yeah, run that.
Run that, run that.
- This is for the cats.
It was...
- Nigga, we ain't trying to hear that shit.
Give him the fuckin' money.
- Wait, I thought we even.
- Nah, nigga, hold up, bro.
You owe me fuckin' money.
You think this shit sweet.
You think it's a fucking game,
over here talking this and that.
Hey bro, hold this nigga down, man.
- Hey, hey, hey.
(Cyrus choking)
Let me freakin' go, nigga.
- Now you think I be fuckin' around,
playin' with you Cyrus?
This ain't no motherfuckin' game, Cyrus.
You hear me?
- Yeah.
- You hear me?
You owe me fuckin' money, all right?
And when I give you shit, you fuckin' pay me.
- Yo, if you cut me too hard,
I'm goin' nothin', my nigga.
I don't, yo, I got a, I got...
- This motherfucker think he fuckin'...
- He thinks it's a fucking game.
- I got a fuckin' condition.
- All right, all right.
- Nigga, fuck your condition.
- I'ma fuck your shit up, bro.
You think it's a game, bro?
You think this shit's sweet?
You think this shit's sweet, nigga?
(Cyrus yelling)
- What, nigga?
Yeah, nigga!
Get the fuck out my car, nigga!
Get the fuck out, Cyrus!
- [Sean] And you had the fuckin' money too.
- Hey man, let's get outta here, bruh.
(door knocking)
- Knock knock.
- You scared me.
- Sorry.
Okay. What's that?
(Isabella sighing)
- Just something that Derek got me
for our one year anniversary.
- Hmm. It's pretty.
- [Isabella] Thank you.
- You miss him, don't you?
- Yeah, it's,
it's been so hard to just shake it,
this whole situation that I have going on with him.
- Well what happened?
You know what,
let me guess, he cheated.
- No. I wish at this point.
It's fuckin' way worse than that.
Derek, it's been a year, like...
- I understand that, Isabella,
but there's just some things that I'm not,
I haven't been feeling lately.
- What haven't you been feeling?
Like, this is me, this is you.
I don't understand what you're not feeling.
- I understand that,
but you gotta understand, it's taking a toll on me
and I just can't keep doing this.
I can't keep doing this, Isabella.
- Doing what?
Like doing what?
Doing what?
- Don't grab me like that.
See, this is what I'm talking about.
- What?
- You grabbing me like that.
No matter what I do or how I do things,
you will always be a...
- Be what?
Be what?
Say it. Spit it out.
Be what?
- Nevermind.
We're not going through this.
- No. Yes.
We're gonna do that.
Because what?
Because what, I'm a man?
Like what?
All them bitches you be fucking with.
Look at me and look at all those bitches
you've been fucking with.
- What do you mean?
What are you talking about?
- Look at me and look at bitches you're fucking with.
Why are you embarrassed to be with me?
- Isabella, I'm in love with you
and you're not gonna understand, man.
The people not gonna understand.
- Understand what, Derek?
Understand what?
- Me being in love with you
and every time I look at you I,
I hate myself.
- What the fuck do you mean?
- Yo, don't ever grab me like that again.
You just don't get it, do you?
- What the fuck?
- Don't you ever put your hands on me like that again.
Do you understand me?
- Get the fuck off of me.
- Bitch!
- Yeah so, that's what ended up happening.
I mean, maybe I deserved it.
I mean, I kind of rushed him into us being exclusive.
- Don't say that.
He had no right to put his hands on you.
- Honestly, I probably deserved it.
- Why would you say that?
- Well, I mean, he literally told me that,
he stopped being who he was before,
he stopped being the man, you know, he was
before he met me.
And you know, he was the man who had his shit together.
- And?
- I mean, honestly,
if I can make someone stop being happy
and stop being the man that they are,
maybe I deserved it.
- I think you deserve happiness.
- Yeah, I don't think I deserve that either.
- This fucking dope thing sitting over here is...
- Yo, it's fucking late.
- Damn man, nigga, I know.
Nigga always late, man.
- Always fucking late, bro.
I, I'm trying to tell you about this nigga, bro.
- Yeah bro, as long as he come with the good shit man,
we good, all right?
- Here this late ass nigga go.
- And I can't stand pigs, bro.
Let's see what he got, all right?
- Are you guys waiting on somebody?
- Yeah man, you're fucking late.
- Sorry.
I had no idea I was supposed to be in time
for drug dealers.
- Shut the fuck up.
You got it or not?
- Of course I got it.
That's why I'm in this shit hole with you guys.
Come on.
All right, so I got this on the stint
from the east side projects.
- [Romeo] Yeah. All right.
- You like it?
- [Romeo] Yeah.
Yeah that's good shit right there, man.
- Well, I'm glad you like it.
This is gonna be 30 this time.
- The fuck you mean 30?
- You're out your motherfuckin' mind.
- Now, you fuckin' heard me.
- That's not the agreed upon price, nigga.
- Yeah, you know our price is 15.
- How do you think I got this?
My fuckin' house?
Am I David fuckin' Copperfield?
Do I do magic?
- You think I give a fuck if you Houdini?
The fuck that mean to me?
- It means I had to bring in more guys.
- Wait, this motherfucker did what?
- What was I supposed to do?
Bring this in by my myself?
The SWAT team's breathing down my fuckin' neck,
so I had to bring in more people.
But trust me, they checked out.
They're good, they're clean.
They're just like me.
- 30, huh?
This pig.
- Look man, I said 30.
Take it or leave it.
- Man, Sean, pay the fuckin' man.
Hey, that shit better work too, man.
- When has it not worked?
Don't act like I don't know what the fuck's going on here.
- The fuck you mean?
- Come on man.
This is the fourth time I brought some like this.
Y'all got enough for an army.
- Man, keep your dirty snout up outta my business.
- Hey stop fuckin' with me!
- Stop gettin' in my fuckin' head.
- I'll blow your fuckin' head off, right here.
You hear me?
- You better get your boy.
- You better watch yourself.
Hey, Sean, bro, put the gun away, right?
- Fight.
Look man.
If you're really doing what I think you're doing,
taking over the block, look, it's just a rumor right now,
but if you're really gonna take over the block,
you better remember who put you here.
Masters, the drug lords,
you're just puppets.
You better fuckin' remember who's pulling the strings.
- Let me twist this fuckin' cat back.
- Hey, just chill out Sean, all right?
- Doing a lot of fuckin' talking, Sean.
Get your shit.
- He's asking for it, bro.
He's fuckin' asking for it.
- We just need our shit, all right?
Hey, next time don't be fuckin' late.
(trunk door thudding)
(soft music)
- Hey.
- Guess who just got invited to the new that opened up?
And I can bring a plus one,
so guess who I'm taking.
- I'm not really in the mood to go out.
- Come on, don't be like that.
- I'm really just like,
not in the happiest mood to, like, be going out.
- And I understand that,
but do you think that Derek is just sitting home alone?
No.
You know, someone once told me,
the best way to get over a man is to get under another.
- You little whore.
Where the hell did you hear that from?
- Are you coming out with me or not?
- Ugh, I guess so.
- Yeah, you do have so much fun
and this one's on me, so...
- Mm. Okay.
It's got to be fun then.
- I am so excited.
- Hey yo, how much they get?
- It's three zips, nigga.
- That's it?
Bro, we're sitting on all these bricks
and all they're gonna get is three zips?
Sitting on all this weight making me nervous.
- Yeah. Me too.
- Hey, what the fuck you all know?
- [Robber] Where that shit at?
Where that shit at?
- We ain't even got shit.
- [Robber] Man stop, playing. Give me the key.
Stop playing. Give the key.
- I ain't giving you shit.
- You think I won't fuckin' blow your head off?
- Hey bro, just calm down.
Come on. Come on.
Oh yeah. Come on, let's go.
Come on, come on.
Stay or I'll blow your ass away, nigga.
- Man, what the fuck was that?
- Chill out, Sean.
- Chill out?
Niggas just took all our shit, man.
What the fuck do you mean?
- Bro, calm down, Sean. It's cool.
- I can't, I,
I don't understand how you're so fuckin' calm
right now, bro.
- These motherfuckin' idiots took my laptop.
- What the fuck your laptop got to do with anything?
- Got to protect that shit.
- Shit.
- Yeah, bro.
- All right, then. Let's fuckin' get these niggas.
- Yeah.
- Oh.
Oh my God.
My fuckin' feet are killing me.
- Oh mine too. Oh my God.
- That was so fun.
- Yeah, it was.
Wait, I saw you with that one guy just bumping then grinding
in the disco.
- [Isabella] Did you?
- Okay.
- I felt all of him.
(ladies giggling)
I had so much fun.
Thank you so much for inviting me.
It was so good.
- We haven't done that since college.
- Yeah, it's definitely been a while for me too.
(soft music)
- Hey bro.
- Yeah, yeah, that.
Give me that shit.
- [Romeo] Yeah, you thought I wouldn't see you, huh?
- Yeah, you're not acting so tough now, huh?
- [Romeo] Who the fuck is that on the phone?
- Thought shit was fuckin' sweet.
- Who is that on the phone, nigga?
Man, give me that shit.
Hey, who the fuck is this?
- [Nova] You should watch your mouth how you speak to me.
- Moving who died, nigga?
- What, Nova, is that you?
- Finally putting voices to names out on me.
Next week we gonna be learning about different colors, man,
you should join a class.
- Yo, fuck you, nigga.
You ain't no goddamn teacher.
You hooked on phonics diss ass.
You know, you fucked up coming after me.
- No, you fucked up.
You better keep your big mouth shut.
I've heard all the rumors, man.
You're trying to take over my block
and I don't...
- This is my block, motherfucker.
I don't appreciate you sending these PIs after me.
And you know what?
You're fuckin' with the wrong one.
- Romeo, I promise you,
you do this...
(gun shooting)
And it's a war.
- Then it's a motherfuckin' war, nigga.
Hey, Sean, take them out.
(gun shooting)
Check, bitch. Don't move.
Let's go. Let's go.
(soft music)
- Michelle, are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
- I didn't mean for this to happen.
- For what?
This?
- Yeah, I don't want things to be weird.
- It's not.
What's wrong?
So it's fine.
Besides, it's basically like I slept with a guy,
so thing's good, okay?
(soft music)
- [Romeo] Yo, what's good?
- It's good, baby.
- Shot, the block's been slow today.
- Bro, moving a lot less, ain't it?
- It's terrible.
So when are we going 9:00 to 5:00, man?
- Yo, Sean, speak your mind, man.
- Man, you know, take the block over.
Nova has got 70% of everything.
It's time to make that nigga bleed now.
- I feel you, Sean. I feel you.
We just gotta wait for the right moment, all right?
Trust me, man.
- You don't think we need more guys or something?
- I only trust one nigga watching my back, bro.
- Yeah, and who that?
- The nigga in front of me fool. You.
- I know that's right, boy.
(phone vibrating)
Who the fuck is this?
Yo, who's this?
Shit, hey this is my,
it's my little early morning booty call, man.
Hey brother, pull up over here.
You know, I gotta get some business, right quick.
- All right, bro. I gotcha.
Handle that.
Hey, make sure you strap up, all right?
- Nigga, I always pull out. That's my condom.
What are you talking about, strap up?
Can't feel nothing with the strap on, man.
- All right. Don't be busting in these holes.
- I never do.
- Girl, why are you just sitting over here looking all sad?
- I'm not sad.
- Then why are you just sitting here?
Did you call Derek again?
- I did and I know I shouldn't have but I hurt him
and I just want him to forgive me.
- No, you did nothing wrong.
He's just an asshole.
- Okay, so what am I supposed to do?
- I know.
Go and get fine 'cause I'm taking us to the club tonight.
- To the club?
- Yeah. There's a new one that just opened up.
It'll be really fun.
- Fine, I guess.
- Okay.
- I'm gonna go get ready.
- All this fuckin' rain and shit.
- [Sean] I already know it.
- Sell all the dope things inside up.
- Fuck the shit up.
- Yeah, the shit's getting on my nerves, man.
I'm tired of this rain.
- All right, man.
- Let me ask you something, though.
- That's good.
- Hey look, I ain't no punk, all right?
All right. All right.
Do you ever have problems?
- What type of problems?
- You know what I'm saying?
Like, you know?
- Nigga no, I don't.
- Problems, bro, like, you know what I'm saying?
Uh.
- Oh shit.
Wait, you can't get the dick hard, nigga?
- Bro, bro. Chill.
Chill out. Chill out, man.
Chill.
- This nigga, man.
Listen, nah, I ain't never had that problem.
I'm usually able to get my soldier up, you feel me?
- I feel you on that bro.
- Ready to go, all tops.
- Yeah, me too bro.
Shit, my, my jimmy always stands up,
you know what I'm saying?
Shit always ready. Yeah.
- The only time a nigga can't get hard
looking at a fine piece of ass,
bro, he got a tank full of sugar.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, bro.
(guys laughing)
Ah yeah, yeah.
Tank full of sugar, my man.
- Are going to this party tonight at the club, bro?
It's supposed to be some private event or some shit.
- Look man, I don't know about a party tonight, bro.
You see, the block's slow man.
We gotta figure out how to move these bricks.
- Nigga, this shit ain't moving, bro.
The rain fucking shit up.
These ain't out, bro. Come on now.
We can hit this shit up.
I told you, you're supposed to be jumping.
- Look, all right.
All right bro.
- [Sean] All right?
- All right, all right, all right, bro.
Let's do it. Let's go.
All right, bro.
- Let's get the fuck outta here, nigga.
We ready.
- All right. We got to go, bro.
- Yeah.
♪ Take you to the FLA with me
♪ Going 95 on the highway
♪ Make you fall in love with me
♪ Switching lanes
♪ The mother niggas playing games with you
♪ They don't wanna see you high
♪ Come with me baby
♪ You're more than enough
♪ I got to do it
♪ Imma do the most
- Oh God. I need a fuckin' drink.
Hello.
- [Bartender] Hey.
- Can I have a Don Julio Anejo, please?
- I'll go for a (indistinct).
- This shit is so fuckin' lit. Oh my God.
This is my first time here.
I cannot believe I did this, actually here.
Thank you so much.
- Thank you. I'm the best.
I got you.
Right. Cheers.
- Oh, hi, Parker.
- What's up, my gorgeous, sexy.
- Aw.
(ladies laughing)
- You're so damn fine.
Good see you.
- Good to see you too.
- So, check this out.
There's plenty of food and drink at the bar.
- Okay.
- Anything y'all need, damn...
So, anything y'all ladies need, I got you.
You know what I'm saying?
Lemme tell you something.
Speaking of which,
y'all don't mind making, damn...
You don't mind making a little donation to the cause.
The liquor ain't free, baby.
- Parker, you haven't changed a bit.
You've just been hustling us your whole life
- And you know this.
You look different.
Quite changed a bit, huh?
- Just a little.
- You look happy.
- You know, thank you so much.
- Now do me a favor, baby girl, go have one.
- Okay.
Parker hasn't changed a bit. Oh my God.
- Nope. Not in the least bit, actually.
- Hey, y'all.
- Who the fuck are these bitches?
- Girl, you know Parker, he's trying to turn people in.
- Okay.
- Whatever.
(guys chattering)
- Hey.
- Yo, Parker.
- What's good, my brother?
What's up, man?
- Look at y'all. You look good, man.
A party full of bad bitches.
- Man, it turned out nice, bro.
- Right here, man.
- Yeah, yeah.
- Man, check this out.
There's plenty of liquor and I got some food at the bar.
Anything you guys need,
but you already know that I'm taking up a little collection.
You know your boy.
- Send this nigga, man.
- As soon as I got in the game I got cheated on.
- Get the fuck outta here, Parker.
- Man, I'm telling you, all this was for you.
- All right, all right, all right, my G bro.
You know I fuck with you like that, man.
- I put this together for you, brother.
- I appreciate.
Hey, make sure you bring up them good bottles, all right?
- I got you.
You go mess with them little bitches.
- Yeah I will, bro. I will.
- Go ahead. Go and have a good time.
- All right. You too, bro.
- I just started.
- That shit's nice, man.
That shit's nice, bro.
(upbeat music)
Yo, Parker hooked it up, didn't he?
- Yeah, man.
I'm trying to get with one of these bartenders.
- Nah, these bartenders are nice.
These bartenders are nice, you know what I mean?
Hey, bruh, appreciate you bringing me out, man.
- Yeah you already know, buddy.
- Yeah these bitches is bad.
Ooh, you see ma over here?
- Yeah. Jump down on her, nigga.
- Shit, I will.
I will at some point when you gimme a drink in me,
you know what I'm saying?
- This need a liquor courage.
- Stop bro. Don't try and play, nigga.
I still got game, man.
- What's poppin', my brothers, my brothers?
- What's good, Parker?
I appreciate it, man. Preach.
- I got you man.
So, what's poppin', man?
- Hey man, we're just checking out all these bad chicks
you got up in this mug, bro.
- Check this out.
I see you scoping them, them chicks over there.
Who are you scopin' right now?
- What's up with that girl right here?
Thick one right here.
- Oh boy.
- You mean Isabella?
- Yeah, yeah. I guess.
- Oh you know, she's packing a little extra heat.
- The fuck you mean, like she be carrying this shit?
- Is she a gangster, nigga?
- She a trans-woman.
- Oh. Oh.
- Hell nah.
Nah. Hell nah.
Hey bro, chill out, Sean. Chill out.
- Hey, you're about to go on crazy.
- She too bad to be a trans-woman.
Ain't no way.
- [Parker] Nah, she packing, packing.
- [Romeo] What?
- If Parker say that shit, I believe that shit.
- I'm just saying.
I'm just looking out for my brothers.
- Hey Parker.
- All right. All right, Parker.
Good looking, good looking My G.
Good looking, good looking, man.
I appreciate that.
Hell yeah.
- Y'all have a good time.
- You too, Parker, man.
- Yo, you better tell the whole hood.
- Bruh, chill out, man.
What?
Ain't, ain't no way, bruh.
Ain't no way.
- Listen, like I said I, I trust my nigga, Parker.
He wouldn't lie about that shit.
- Dodged the bullet, right there, man.
- Facts.
(rap music)
(guys chattering)
- The fuck is you doin' here?
- Look who decided to fuckin' show up, man?
- Hey, why are you the fuck up in my section?
- Use your fuckin' eyes, man.
It's a club, man.
- What the that mean, bruh?
Don't mean you come up in my section like this.
Yo, hold on. Back up, Sean.
Lemme take care of this fool.
Hell nah, I ain't no fuckin' feeling bitch.
You know I'm tough,
just like your fuckin' peoples, right?
Where are they at?
Dead in a ditch somewhere.
- What is up?
Who are you fuckin' right now, man?
Just because people don't know how to do their fuckin' job
doesn't have shit to do with me.
Besides, with your blood on the fuckin' block.
- Wait, let's do this right now, man.
- What's going on up in here?
What the fuck?
- Shut the fuck up, Parker.
- Man, chill out with that shit, yo.
- Hey, bruh, chill out, man.
Picking his side or something?
- Nah, but you're fuckin' with money
and you're fuckin' with my club.
And you shut the fuck up.
Man, can't be doing that shit up in here.
- Get your boy, Parker.
- That ain't my boy, man.
- All right. My bad, Parker.
My bad.
- Think I got the message, huh, Parker?
- Yeah, pay up, fool.
Fuckin' up the club.
(guy whispering)
Hold the fuck up.
Hey, man. Hey.
I got you, bro. Don't worry.
- You always think you're better than someone, huh Romeo?
- Hey, motherfucker. This is my hood, my block.
Got it?
- Whenever you're ready to die for that one, let me know.
- Man, that was close.
- Yeah man. Fuck that nigga.
Way to have my back, bruh.
- Oh, you know, nigga.
Thought I might have to smoke that nigga right here.
- Real talk, man. We should have slid that motherfucker.
- Next time we catch him, it's over.
- Hell, yeah.
(upbeat music)
Shit.
(upbeat music)
Bruh, I'll be right back.
Aye, aye. Excuse me, Miss.
Excuse me, ma.
You left this.
- Oh. Thank you.
- Yeah, I like the way you were shaking that ass in there.
- Oh, did you?
- Hell, yeah.
Aye. Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it.
I see you, girl.
Oh, are you from around here?
- I'm not.
Yeah, just here visiting a friend.
- Okay. Now, how about you gimme your name?
- My name?
- Yes.
- I'll see you around.
- Come on.
Aye. Aye, lady.
- She gave him his number?
- Looks like he's got some money.
He's fine.
What's up?
- The nigga bought my body tonight.
- Did you give him your number?
- No, of course not.
- What?
- No.
- Okay.
- Like, let's go.
- Yeah, it's fine.
- Bye, y'all.
- Bye. Be safe.
- Bye.
- We should definitely go to another spot.
I'm lit as fuck.
- I'm down.
- Are you sure?
- Wait, what happened though?
Like, did you, like,
why did you, like, lie to him?
- Lie to him?
Why the fuck would I tell him my tea, right now?
Like...
- I don't know.
I mean, you just went to, like, high school together
and you were on the team together,
so I thought, like, you would bring it up.
- Michelle, every fuckin' man that I come across,
I don't have to fuckin' tell them.
What, should I introduce myself,
"Hi, my name's Isabella and I'm a transgender"?
Like, be fuckin' serious.
- Okay. I got it.
- Be fuckin' for real.
- All right. My bad, my bad.
I didn't think about it.
- Like honestly, let's just fuckin' go.
I'm so fuckin' ready to leave.
- You ready to leave?
- Yes. You always are trying to bring up my past.
You're always trying to make me tell everyone,
"Oh, da da da da da."
I don't have to tell everybody my fuckin' business.
- Okay, I get it. I get it.
All right, we'll go.
Whatever.
- Fuck.
(birds chirping)
- What are you doing?
- I'm going home.
Like, this is a mistake coming here.
Like, I don't know why the fuck I came here.
- Why was it a mistake coming here?
- The party, everything that has happened
since I've been here,
not so much of a vacation, has it been?
- I don't know.
What do you mean?
Like, what happened?
- Michelle, I don't think you realize how hard it is
to know who you are but having to keep lying about it.
It's fuckin' draining.
- You're right.
I have no idea what that feels like,
but I'm sure it's really hard.
- Like, it's like I wanna tell guys,
like, yeah, I'm trans,
but it's like I'm scared.
I don't know how they're gonna react.
And it's like guys approach me all the time.
I'm obviously attractive,
but it's like once I tell them,
it's like they don't want anything to do with me anymore
because they're scared of what everyone else is gonna say
or think.
Like, I'm never just never gonna be accepted as a woman
and that fuckin' sucks.
- It does suck.
I want you to know that you're really loved.
- I just wanna be loved.
- You are. You really are.
So please just unpack your stuff.
I mean, your vacation isn't over yet.
Why don't you run to the store,
get us a bottle of wine
and then I'll start cooking something?
- You, cooking?
Girl, you haven't made anything good since Home Ec.
Do you not remember that shit?
- Okay.
I can cook.
And you think you can cook better or something?
Is that, is that what this is?
- I definitely know I know how to season better.
- Oh. Oh, you went there.
- Don't even worry about it.
I will go to the store.
I will get all the seasoning and the ingredients
and grab a wine bottle for us and then we can have dinner.
But I guess since you've convinced me to stay,
can you help me put these things back up?
- Yes.
- You're the best.
- But you need to learn how to fold.
- I know.
Just so annoyed. I just started throwing everything.
I was just so ready to go home,
but you've made me stay once again.
- Fronting this thing, nigga.
- Bruh, he said he had my money.
I gave him an extra three days, all right?
- [Sean] That's how I catch that fat thing, bro.
- Little rat ass nigga.
Just pull over.
It'd be better if we fuckin' split up,
you know what I'm saying?
Why don't you go that way
and I'm gonna go over there all right?
- All right. Bye.
- Yeah, I'll see you in a minute.
- I'll get back on you.
You be safe.
- [Romeo] Yeah, you too bro.
You know, I'm good, man.
- [Sean] Always.
- Excuse me, Miss.
Can I help you with that?
- No, I'm good. I got it.
- Let me help you with that.
I'm just trying to be a gentleman.
- What do you mean?
- Come on, ma. I'm trying to be nice.
Let me help you out.
- I really don't even want you to know where I live.
Like, you could be some creep. I don't know.
- Come on man.
What, do I look like a creep?
I just want to help you with the groceries, man.
Can I be a gentleman, please?
- Hurry up.
- Where you stay at?
- Right up here.
- Lead the way.
- He need to find Cyrus but I'm the one driving around
looking for the nigga and shit.
- Yeah.
- This is where I'm staying.
- Yeah. You live here?
- No, I'm just staying here.
I actually live in the city.
- Yeah. Okay.
You're fancy, huh?
- Ooh, just a girl that likes nice things.
- Yeah, I can see that.
Hey, you didn't give me your name at the party.
- Isabella.
- That's a cool name.
- Cool name?
- Yeah.
- Fuckin' cornball. Give me my shit.
- What?
Ah, come on.
- Just...
- I was just trying to give you,
you know what I'm saying, like...
Hey Isabella, hold up.
Look, Isabella's beautiful name, all right?
What I meant to say was, you know it's not,
it's not like I see something worthy over here everyday,
you know what I'm saying?
- I appreciate that.
And what was your name again?
- Romeo.
- All right.
Nice to meet you Romeo. Thank you.
Be safe.
- Yeah, you too.
- What's going on here, talking to some bitch?
That's horny ass nigga, man.
(car honking)
Yo.
Yo, who is that?
- Man, ain't nobody, bro.
I thought they might know something, you hear.
- Well, did they?
- Bruh they ain't see them.
- Did you find Cyrus?
- Hell nah.
- Mother ass nigga.
- Let's go check him over by the bridge.
- All right.
Troll.
- Yeah, when are we taking this shit over?
- What you talking about, Sean?
- Well, you know what the fuck I'm talking about.
When are we taking this over?
- Look, like I said, soon, all right?
- Soon?
The fuck that mean?
- It means soon, nigga.
You got my back, all right.
I like I said bro, we're waiting on the right time.
- This nigga, man. Waiting on the right time.
- [Romeo] Yes, nigga. Right time.
- You're scared.
- [Romeo] Say what?
Speak your mind, bruh.
- You heard me. You're scared.
You've been talking about doing this shit
for how many years now?
And your ass still ain't do shit.
- Fuck you, nigga. You're thinking I'm scared, bro.
I run this shit.
Nigga, this is my hood.
- Hey, nigga. All right.
Right timeline. Come on now.
You're scared of Nova.
- Nigga, fuck you,
fuck Nova,
fuck all this shit, bruh.
I'll shoot this motherfucker up right now.
Like I said, I run this block.
We're waiting on the right damn time.
- Yeah?
- [Romeo] Yeah, nigga.
- All right. If you say so, gangster.
- Fuck you, nigga.
Talkin' about I'm scared.
Nigga, pull off, bro. We gotta go meet Marco anyway.
- So just fuck Cyrus?
- Fuck Cyrus, bro.
Marco got some special shit for us, all right?
- All right man.
- We'll get this another day.
Scared my ass.
Fuck you mean, nigga?
- Bro. Let's drop that shit, bro.
Yeah, you got me.
How you know I don't fuck with Marco
now you got me to meet him.
First, you got me looking for fuckin' Cyrus' fat ass
and now you gotta go link up with Marco fuckin' sketchy ass.
Tweakin' ass motherfucker. Shit.
- We're going to use Marco, all right?
We're gonna get everything we need.
We don't even need Cyrus' shit, bruh.
That little piece of shit, bro, fuck him.
- It's not,
bro, you know it's the principle.
- I feel you. I feel you, bruh.
- That fat motherfucker thinks he should just be getting off
with our shit.
- Look, that's why he's walking around
like this right now, nigga.
But I feel you, man.
We're gonna get our money.
- We told that nigga.
And then Marco,
Marco ass, you know his ass be off the drugs.
He's always tweaking when we fuckin' meet up with him.
- And that's why we're using this bitch ass.
What other cop you know tweaking like that?
Nigga, if he says something, we got him, all right?
We know everything this motherfucker's doing.
- [Sean] Yeah, you're right.
- So like I said, bro, we're gonna use his ass.
- Just make sure when it's time to do that, nigga,
I get to pull the trigger, all right?
- Yeah, I know how you want that, motherfucker.
- Yeah, man.
- That's all you, man.
(upbeat music)
- You're fuckin' late.
- Shut the fuck up, man.
I ain't gonna sweat, bruh.
You got the shit or not?
- They've been breathing down my fuckin' neck at work.
That's all I got.
- This is fuckin' it?
- That's it, man.
Like I said, they've been pressing me.
They've been on me, man.
That's all I fuckin' have.
- Bro. This is some fuckin' bullshit.
Why ain't you hittin' Nova yet?
- I think he's being watched.
- [Romeo] By who?
- I don't know, man. Feds.
I drove by there this morning,
five black cars in the front yard.
He's definitely being watched.
You might be too.
- Man, what the fuck you want for this shit?
- I need five.
- Oh man. Fuck this.
I'm about to smoke this nigga right here.
- I told you last time, you can fuckin' shoot me.
Fuckin' shoot me.
- [Sean] Oh yeah?
- Pull the trigger. Pull it.
Fuckin' pull it.
- Take your money.
Get the fuck outta here.
- It's the last time fuckin' time.
- Fuckin' lucky.
- You're lucky he's tellin' you what to do.
Man, fuck y'all.
- Romeo.
- Chill out, Sean, all right?
- You're trying to keep letting this nigga
play us like this.
- This motherfucker's gonna get his, all right?
Trust me.
You trust me or not?
- Yes, nigga.
- Then just get my back, all right?
- I cannot believe you fuckin' remember that.
- You know I can never forget that.
- High school was so much fuckin' fun.
- It was.
- Oh my God, anything,
I would do anything to go back to fuckin' high school.
That shit was so fun.
- Same and so much easier.
- Honestly.
Do you remember that guy that was outside earlier?
- Yeah, Romeo.
- Romeo.
- Why?
- Well, he helped me bring up the groceries earlier
and I don't think he remembered me.
- Well, I mean, how could he?
You looked so different.
Wait, do you like him?
- I mean, he is cute.
- Cute?
Romeo has been fine since the ninth grade.
- Mhmm. He sure has.
- Wait, do you think he likes you?
- I don't know. Maybe.
Can't really tell yet.
- Yeah, well you know he is like a dope boy, right?
- Okay. What's that supposed to mean?
- Like, you know, he doesn't really play that,
and even if he did, it's like you wouldn't be public.
- No, he doesn't really strike me like that.
- Mm. It's like I do.
Just hope he's not gonna hang all over you like that
and they barely show us a real girl's love,
so. like, I don't know.
- Real girls?
Are you fuckin' serious, Michelle?
- No. That's not what I meant.
- Save it.
Honestly, like, I'm just gonna go shower.
Like, today has already been a day
and, like, you just really rubbed me the wrong way.
- Yep.
- Oh yeah?
All right, what do you me to do to you?
Sure, you know I can do that.
You gonna wear that one thing I like?
Oh boy. I can't wait.
Shit.
Okay, I'll be there.
Yeah.
That's gonna be good.
All right.
Bye.
- This nigga.
Hey, who that?
It must be a big ass freak,
got my nigga smiling like that.
- Yeah.
Man, you make that play?
- Hell yeah, man.
- Shit.
- These motherfuckin' white boys
wanna be hot rollers and shit.
Bro, I've been buyin' up all that shit.
- You got all that shit off?
- All of it, bro.
- Shh, my nigga.
- Hey, they put us over quota, you know what I mean?
- That's what the fuck I'm talking about, man.
That's about damn time.
- Hell yeah.
Hey, so we're gonna take out Nova next week, all right?
- Yeah?
Everything else after that, pause.
- Shit.
My nigga, that shit sound like a fuckin' plan.
- Let's get that shit done, you know what I mean?
Let's roll out.
Fuckin' white boys and shit.
These niggas make me fuckin' paranoid.
(bell chiming)
- Hey Mr. Miles, how are you?
- I'm doing good. I'm doing good.
What are you looking for?
- Good.
I'm actually looking for a new water pipe.
- I got something down on the end now.
Now just check 'em out.
See what you like.
Yeah, just let me know if you need anything.
I'm here, all right?
- Got it. Thank you.
- Cool.
- Man, look at this shop in here.
Sure I'm gonna see you tonight.
Hold on. Hold on.
Yo shawty. I ain't know you shopped
from my favorite smoke shop.
- Well look who the fuck it is.
Hey, Romeo.
- I see you remember my name.
- I did.
- Isabella.
- Yes.
- It's a gorgeous name.
- Is it?
- It's like royalty, girl.
- Royalty?
- Yeah.
- Looks like you've been working on your compliments.
- A little bit. A little bit.
Look.
- Take you out.
- How about you let me take you out?
- When?
I'm a busy girl, so you gotta catch when you can.
- Mm. Give me your number.
I'll pick you up at 8:00 tonight.
- Tonight?
- Yeah.
- Unfortunately, I already have plans with some of my girls.
- No.
- Ugh. I'm sorry.
- Well, just give me your number then.
- Well, I mean, I'm free until about 8:00,
so it'll either be now or never.
- Hold on, hold on, hold on, shawty.
Come here.
- What, Romeo?
- Look. Stop flexing.
I just gotta move a couple things around, all right?
- Yeah.
- I'll take you out.
Come on. I'll take you out right now.
- Right now?
- Yeah. Let me make a call, all right?
- Hurry up. I don't have all day.
- You're the one. Come on.
Hey Sean.
Bruh.
- This food's so good.
How'd you know Chinese is one of my favorite places to eat?
- Well, shawty, I read you like a book.
I like how you took charge though,
made me take my plans and change 'em.
- Of course.
I'm a busy girl. You gotta catch me when you can.
- Well, I'm glad I caught you.
Hold up.
- Looks like you're getting a phone call.
Your little girlfriend's calling you?
- Chill out. Chill out.
It's just my homie, Sean.
Hey yo. What's good?
Hold on, let me take this real quick.
- What am I gonna do?
How do I tell him?
Oh my gosh, I should have told him before.
Oh my God.
Fuck.
Shit.
Oh my God. He's coming back.
- My bad, I had to handle that.
- Your little phone call, huh?
- Yeah. I had a little business, uh,
we gotta take care of a little later,
you know what I'm saying?
- You looking good though.
- Do I?
- Yeah.
- You know, something simple.
You kind of caught me when I was running errands and so...
- Yeah.
Well, I'm glad I caught you running errands.
I remember back in the day, I used to run all the time.
I remember it was this one time,
me and my homies, we was racing and we was running,
we had to go from yard to yard,
and this one dude, he was a teacher of ours, Mr. Watts,
he came chasing me with a bat all the way down the street.
- Are you serious?
- Yeah.
- He had fuckin' flip flops on and a bat.
- I remember Mr. Watts.
That is a crazy old man.
- You remember Mr. Watts?
- Yeah.
- I don't remember you around high school.
How do you know him?
- Um.
Well, I mean, we did go to the same high school.
You don't remember?
- No.
- Well, I definitely looked a little different from now,
but I...
- How is you different?
- I went by Jason and I'm now Isabella.
- Jason, Jason, Jason, Jason.
Jason who?
- Jason Bongard.
I played on the basketball team with you.
- Oh. Wait, wait, wait.
What?
You're talking about cross him up,
shoot him in the face, Jason?
- Yeah. Cross him up Jason.
Shoot him in the face.
- You done changed a lot since high school, girl.
- Yeah, but I mean, now that that's off my chest,
I just really didn't know how I was gonna tell you.
I was kind of afraid that you were,
weren't gonna take it well,
but just take a picture.
Take a video together on our first date.
- Well, what do you mean, take a video?
- Yo, hold up. Chill out.
And why are you taking a video anyway?
- Because it looks so good.
Are you kidding me?
Why do I have to ask you to take a pic, a video?
- Are you posting this shit?
- Yeah. What's the problem?
- No, chill out, man.
Turn that shit off.
I said turn it off.
- Are you fuckin' serious right now?
- Yeah, man, you ain't asked me to post that shit.
I ain't trying to be on no video.
- Then what the fuck are we doing here?
- Well, we can bounce, yo.
I got to handle anyway.
- I, I knew I shouldn't have came over here
and I was about to cancel my plans with my friends.
And now you want to just dip
because of a video?
- Nah, my homie, Sean, called.
You saw that, right?
I gotta go, all right?
We gotta go handle some stuff.
- Whatever.
Romeo. I'm, I'm sorry.
Like, I didn't mean to do that.
I know you,
you're not ready for that.
- It's all good, all right?
I ain't mean to get all intense.
Izzy, I'm not here to waste your time, you know?
I just...
When I first met you,
my heart started beating all fast, you know?
It felt like it came to life.
I don't really understand it.
I'm trying to stay true to myself, but I can see my family,
the streets, everybody judging me.
- What?
What do you mean?
- The streets don't really accept this, you know?
- So, like, what,
what now?
- I don't know.
Shoot, I can leave,
put you outta my car,
go home and never speak to you again.
- Is there another option?
- Yeah.
I can't. I can't.
- No, no.
- I can't, all right?
Yo, get the fuck off me, yo.
Yo, get the fuck off me and get outta my car.
- Romeo, I'm not getting out.
What's wrong?
- Yo, Izzy, this was a mistake.
- A mistake?
- Yes.
- What do you mean, a mistake?
- Yo, get out, yo.
- Now you're putting me out of the car?
- Izzy, I can't do this.
Please, just...
- I thought we had something.
- Do I have to make you get outta my car?
All right.
- What the fuck?
- Stay right there.
- What is your problem?
- The fuck out.
Get out.
- What the fuck is your problem?
Get out?
- Yo, get outta my car, yo.
- Are you fuckin' serious?
Did you really just pull me out of your car?
What the fuck?
You're a fuckin' asshole.
Fuck you.
- Damn, man.
Now, what's wrong with me?
♪ You hope this world
♪ Needs some space from me
♪ I'm out here girl
♪ I'm back up in the streets
♪ So I don't really got time
♪ To fuss and fight
Now, what's wrong with me?
♪ Really got time
♪ To fuss and fight no more
♪ Why you trippin' baby
♪ You know you is right
♪ I do like you, you know what's up
♪ But you ain't psychic
♪ Told you I ain't going down
♪ But you ain't like it
♪ I told you I ain't going down
♪ But you excited
♪ If you want some, go and get my wine
♪ Get the money, get the money
♪ Let's go down now
♪ Oh oh
♪ Man, we make it all
♪ Make it all
(door knocking)
- Michelle.
Get the door.
(door knocking)
Michelle.
Get the door.
Who the fuck is at the door?
It's 1:00 in the fucking morning.
And who the...
- Yo.
- What are you doing here?
- Look, I'm sorry.
- You're sorry?
- I ain't mean none of that.
- You literally put me outta your car.
- I know, I know. I'm still...
- That's not okay.
- I know.
Look, Izzy, I was going through some things, all right?
I was trying to figure myself out.
Look, can you forgive me?
Please?
- Romeo.
Why did you do that to me?
- I didn't mean to.
(soft music)
- So, what made you come back?
- I just felt bad about what I did.
I mean, you ain't deserve all of that.
- Oh, you damn sure have one way,
one hell of a way of apologizing.
- Yeah, I guess I do, huh?
You know,
for the longest I thought there was something wrong with me.
- What do you mean?
- Wait, I bring these fine ass women back to my house.
- Yeah?
- Get 'em in the bed and nothing really.
- Nothing?
What do you mean?
- Like, nothing would happen.
You know, I think I want these women,
but for the longest I was popping pills
trying to get my dick hard and,
and I guess I'm just a attracted to...
- To trans-women.
- Yeah, I guess, huh?
- That's exactly what that is.
So, what's wrong with that?
- I mean, it's just a little scary, you know?
- What's scary about it?
- My life.
I mean, how do I say this?
I live in the streets, you know?
It's not something that's really accepted around here.
- Yeah.
- Like I got niggas afraid of me.
I run things out here.
I mean, they find out about this shit, it's a wrap.
- Yeah.
I mean, it took some time for me to finally accept me
and it's definitely not easy, but I was miserable.
- What did you do about it?
- I just said, fuck everybody.
What, am I gonna live my life to please everyone else
and then be miserable?
Fuck them.
- So, are people accepting you now?
- Yeah. The ones that matter.
- Yeah.
(tense music)
- You got it?
- Here.
I got it.
- They're stupid old niggas.
You really think you're ready (indistinct) huh?
He took everything?
- Yeah man.
Well, he took the bait,
but how long are we gonna keep this up?
- As long as I fuckin' need to.
- Man, come on.
He's gonna find out that I'm not a fucking cop.
- Chill and do the fuck I tell you.
Do you understand?
- You gonna shoot me after everything I've done for you?
I've been living a double fucking life for three months.
You gonna shoot me?
- You act like I care, Marco.
I am not Sean.
I put my finger on the trigger with intent to kill.
You didn't seem to think this was so hard
when you took my money, now did you?
You touch my gun again, I'll fuckin' pinch your collar.
You got that?
- Look, I get it.
No. I fucking didn't.
- When I give the call,
I want you to make a phone call to Caballero
and tell him about the cash and the guns, and the drugs.
- You want me to call the general?
Who do you want me to call?
- Whatever the fuck you need to.
So that they,
so that I won't have to get my hands dirty.
- I'll call Sergeant in the morning.
- Wait for my call.
- Look. Okay.
Look man, I'm getting sick and tired of this.
Fuck.
- [Michelle] Hey, girl.
- Hey. What's up?
- Was that Romeo I saw you with the other morning?
- Maybe.
- Oh my God, it was.
- Yeah.
- You too are getting close.
- Yeah, we are.
I mean, I think he's finally coming around
to just accepting like, this is who I am and so.
- Hmm.
- [Isabella] Yeah.
- Well, you seem really happy.
- I am. I am.
We're gonna take things slow, though.
I don't wanna rush anything.
So, we'll see how it goes.
- Is is that why you're cooking?
- I am. I am actually making his favorite dish.
So, what are you doing tonight?
- Oh, I got like a thing, so.
- Mm.
- [Michelle] Well.
- Wow, wow, wow.
That sounds like it's gonna be fun, though.
- Yeah.
- So, I'll be here if you want anything.
If you change your mind, just call me.
- [Michelle] I will.
- Bye.
- Have a fun night.
Hey.
Yeah.
Are you busy tonight?
'Cause I got something to tell you.
(phone vibrating)
- Hello?
- [Romeo] Yeah. What's up girl?
- What's up?
What are you doing?
- [Romeo] So, I was gonna to see you tonight, right?
- Yeah. That's why I was calling you,
to see if you were still coming.
- [Romeo] No, I'm coming.
Are we still cooking?
- I am. I am.
- [Romeo] Wow, what you throwing down in the kitchen?
- Don't worry about it.
Just pull up, I promise you'll love it.
- [Romeo] All right. Trust, trust.
What time you want me there, dude?
- 7:00 and please don't be late.
- [Romeo] Bella, I ain't gonna be late.
Just make sure you make that shit taste good.
What's the dessert tonight?
- It's a surprise.
- [Romeo] Mm, I like surprises.
Dude, so what are you gonna wear?
- You asking all these questions.
All you have to do is just pull up, you gonna see it.
- [Romeo] All right, boo.
Shit, you made me want to come right now.
- Come on.
The food will be ready soon anyways.
- [Romeo] All right, all right, all right,
but I got to handle something.
But I'm gonna see you tonight.
- All right.
Be safe and you better come.
- [Romeo] I'm gonna be there boo, trust.
- All right. Bye.
- All right, shawty. I'll be there.
Catch you later.
- Dang, nigga.
Who got you smiling like, bro?
- Bruh, chill out man. I wasn't even smiling.
- Yes, you was, nigga.
- Come man.
- Smiling like that, well I know she got that good pussy.
- Bruh. Calm down, Sean.
It ain't even like that, all right.
She's different.
- Nigga, how is she different?
- She just is, man.
Look, I ain't even spent that much time with her, anyway.
- Yeah, whatever, nigga.
Hit that shit and bouncer, you hear me?
- What're you talking about?
You been with same bitch for about a year now.
- Yeah, my bitch pay all my bills, nigga.
That's the difference.
- No, the difference is I don't need no bitch
to pay my bills.
- This nigga.
- Hey look, I gotta bounce anyway.
- What you mean?
- What you think I'm gonna go out like this?
I got a date, man. I need some new threads.
- Nah, nigga. I need you here with me.
- Bruh, you can handle the block.
- Oh shit. Oh fuck.
- [Romeo] Get down, man.
- Now, fuck that.
- Fuck man.
Who the fuck was that, Sean?
- I don't know,
but we need get this nigga back ASAP.
- Fuck. I can't man.
- Nigga, the fuck do you mean you can't?
- I can't. I gotta go.
- You got to...
You a bitch?
Nigga just charged your motherfuckin' butt,
and you want some bitch, bro?
Bro, nigga, you're going soft.
I can handle the shit myself.
Get the fuck out of here, man.
- Fuck you, Sean
Fuck.
- Where the fuck is he?
Like, this shit is ridiculous.
(door knocking)
Ah!
Aw, where have you been?
- Hey, what's up, baby?
- What the fuck are you doing here?
- What do mean what I'm doing here?
I was invited.
- By who?
- Who else?
Your friend, Michelle.
Michelle.
- No, that's not for you.
And and you're telling me that Michelle invited you?
- Yeah, Michelle invited me.
She hit me up on the phone and she told me to come through.
- Michelle.
Michelle, did you really invite this man over here?
- Don't worry about it. Don't worry about it.
Michelle's not here.
I told her stay out extra late tonight so we can be alone.
- Be alone for what?
Now you're pulling up at my house
talking about what?
- I'm sorry about that.
I was in the fucked up space in my head
and I didn't know who I was at the time.
- So what you,
you stopped fucking with the perks,
now all of a sudden you done came to your senses?
- That was the old Derek.
The new Derek is back.
The one you used to love.
The one you fell in love with.
- Boy, get the fuck off me, man.
- For real. Hold up.
You, you cooked?
- What?
- [Sean] Come on man. Over here.
- Are you sure it's the right spot?
- Yeah. I recognize the nigga that shot at us.
- How the fuck you recognize him?
Nigga, he had a mask up.
- Sh, nigga.
Point is, are you ready to do this or not?
- Let's do it, nigga.
- Let's fuckin' go, man. Let's smoke these niggas.
Hey, stay back. Watch my back.
Make sure nobody roll up, all right?
- Man, you're early, bruh.
- You missed, nigga.
- What?
(gun shooting)
You had one fucking job and you fucked it up.
Stupid ass, nigga.
- Yo. What the fuck happened, man?
- I had to smoke this nigga.
- Bro. What the fuck, nigga?
Why do these niggas keep coming after us?
- I don't fuckin' know, all right?
- But you knew where this nigga was and he had a mask on.
- Man, the nigga's done for
and that's what fuckin' matters, right?
- Sean, something fishy right now, bruh.
I don't like this shit.
The fuck.
Thought you smoked that nigga.
- And I thought I did, nigga.
Shit, his ass is down now, though.
Good shit.
Nigga, you good. He fuckin' ruined you.
- I ain't never shot nobody before.
- Man.
- I gotta get outta here, bruh.
- Romeo.
The fuck's wrong with this nigga?
- Yo, this food is good.
You never cooked for me.
- It was for someone else.
- Oh, so the nigga you was talking to the other day,
the one who you say makes you laugh?
- Honestly Derek, it's really time for you to go.
I don't even know why you came over here.
- What you mean?
So you don't wanna fix us?
- No.
I tried and tried and tried and then finally got over you
and now you're coming over here
and trying to make some shit up.
- Are you sure you don't want to fix us?
- Yes, I'm sure.
I don't, I'm not interested in you anymore.
- So you don't miss me?
- No, I don't.
No. Get off of me.
Please.
- Yo, what the hell going on?
- Babe, where have you been?
Where have you been?
- What the fuck?
Is this the nigga you've been cooking dinner for?
- I told him to...
You need to go.
I don't know why the fuck he's here.
- Yo, I'm her fiance. That's who I am.
- Fiance?
- Yeah.
Listen, thank you for taking care of her and all
and keeping her company and shit,
but I don't need you no more, bro.
We don't need you.
- Don't even...
- What you talking about, bruh?
- Did I stutter?
You need to,
you can leave bro.
- [Isabella] You need to go.
- You hear her. You can go, bro.
- Now Isabella, what's up?
- I told you, I don't want you.
I need you to go.
- It's okay. I'm gonna leave.
- Come on, clown ass nigga.
- It's okay, but we're not done.
We're not done.
- Bounce, bruh.
- You know how my dick tastes, nigga.
- The fuck.
Fuck, nigga.
- What the fuck?
You know, fuck that.
Yo, don't call me ever again.
You can figure it about us.
And for you, nigga,
I'll see you around.
- Oh, fuck you, nigga.
You'll see me on 8th Avenue block, fuck boy.
- Please. No, don't do that.
- Oh, fuck that nigga.
- Oh my God.
- Fuck outta here, man.
What the fuck you got him here anyway?
- I didn't invite him. Michelle invited him.
I don't know why the fuck she invited him.
She fuck...
What do you mean what's going on?
Do you know what the fuck just happened?
- I just saw Derek leave, so I figured it didn't go well.
- Uh, yeah, because because you invited him
and you knew Romeo was gonna be here.
This is exactly why I stopped fucking with you and Whitney
because you guys are always about drama.
Like, I don't even know why the fuck I came here.
- Well, I thought you wanted to see him.
You've been talking about it,
but obviously it was a bad idea.
- Clearly it was a bad idea.
Don't worry about it. I'm leaving.
- Okay.
- You know you're wrong for that, Michelle.
- Okay. Romeo.
I think you have other things to worry about.
Maybe like your little situation here
and if the streets find out about it
because, yeah, that'll be kind of problematic for you.
- You know what's problematic?
- No.
- I catch you as on the streets.
- I'm sure it is.
- See you around.
- No, you won't.
- Hello?
Look, would you just let me explain everything?
I know you said wait, but I saw a way to take him out.
I'm not messing up the plan.
Would you just stop yelling at me and just listen, please?
Please.
I can be over there in a few.
Hey you, you still gonna be mad at me?
All right.
I'm headed that way.
Okay. Bye.
- Izzy.
Yo fella. Wait up.
- Where are you going?
- I'm sorry. Like, this was not supposed to happen.
- Fuck that shit man.
Even if this didn't happen,
something already went down.
- What do you mean?
- Look, I thought I was doing something
that was good for me,
just ended up making my life a mess.
- What do you mean?
- Look, Bella.
- What happened?
- Look, I'm scared.
- Scared of what?
- I'm scared to fall in love with you.
- Why?
- You see how I live
in the streets?
You see what I'm doing?
These motherfuckers ain't gonna let me live like this.
- Okay. So, just leave the streets for me.
Can you do that?
- Can you leave your life for me?
- I would.
- Can you deal with at any point that I can be killed?
I can go to jail for life.
I'm talking about that thug life, shawty.
- I know, I know.
But I don't care. I...
- I don't want you wrapped up in all this, all right?
- I'll do anything to keep you in my life.
- Look, I'm gonna make this promise to you.
- What promise?
- Text me your address and if it's meant to be,
I'll find you, shawty.
Hey, yo, Sean. Sean.
Yo, what the fuck?
- Wait, wait. Just let, so let me explain, bro.
- Explain?
How the fuck you explain fuckin' Nova?
- Romeo. I'm trying to tell you.
This is not what it looks like.
- Bitch, it looks like you are Nova right now.
What the hell is going on?
- Relax.
- Relax?
Bitch, don't you fuckin' rap...
Don't fucking do it.
You always know I've been quicker to the trigger.
Gimme that shit right now.
Slide is slow.
- Take it easy.
- Take it easy, motherfucker.
You're over here sneaking with Nova.
How long this shit been going on?
- It's been going on a little while.
That's not important.
- Nigga, it is important
'cause motherfucker, you've been telling him
all of my fuckin' plans behind my back, huh?
- Yes I have.
- And so the motherfuckers that robbed us,
the people he had set us up, you knew about that shit?
- Yes.
- [Romeo] How about the motherfuckers from tonight?
- I knew about that shit too.
- You know I thought it was fucking funny
how you knew exactly who the fuck robbed us
and they had a goddamn mask on.
You sleeping with the goddamn enemy.
We're supposed to be fuckin' boys.
- Romeo, we are boys.
- [Romeo] No we ain't, nigga.
- But what the fuck...
- Shut the fuck up, Nova.
- It's just business.
- Business?
That's right, but when you went and had pillow talk
with the goddamn enemy, you made it fuckin' personal.
- So, so what're you gonna do?
You gonna shoot me, nigga?
- Nah, but I might.
- What the fuck?
- What you doing here, girl?
- You said it was meant to be and I'm here.
- That's right.
- Get their fuckin' bags. Fuck all that.
- Shit. You're not touching my bag.
- Hey, chill out, Nova.
- Are you gonna do it, man?
- You ready to die for this shit?
- You put a gun in, you better pull it.
- Nova, calm down, bro.
- Look who's scared, man.
- Your little pillow talker's scared right there.
He wants you to stay alive.
- I don't have anything else to fuckin'...
- Shut the fuck up and get back in the bed.
- What do you have her doing?
- [Romeo] I don't think you want to fuck with my woman.
- Yeah, don't worry about it.
I got all this shit on camera.
- Fuck you and your camera.
- Chill the fuck out.
Now, go join your bitch in the bed.
- Just let it be, Nova.
- All right baby.
I got everything.
- [Sean] Romeo, you know this shit not gonna be over, right?
- Oh yeah?
Look, my baby recorded every goddamn thing,
so if you and your little pillow talking bitch ass friend
think you're gonna come after me,
the street's going to know exactly who the fuck y'all are.
Try me.
- Romeo. Bro.
Fuck.
(birds chirping)
(bell ringing)
(gun shooting)
- Hey, Izzy. Get outta here.
Just go.
Yo, Izzy. Get outta here.
Just go.
Izzy, what are you doing?
Get outta here.
(gun shooting)
Izzy go.
Let's go.
Yeah, bitch. Yeah, bitch.
That's what I'm talking about.
Let's get outta here.
Damn, Izzy, I like the way you handled yourself back there.
- I had to. I had to do something.
- Coming out blasting with the motherfucker.
You a beast.
- I told you I'm a ride or die.
- Hell yeah.
- I got you.
- You on that Bonnie and Clyde shit.
All right, but we got hella money.
What we got?
Ooh baby. Look at that.
- Woo.
- Think we got, like, 50 Gs or something in here.
- Yeah, we got it big.
- Wherever you want, baby.
- I want to go to Vegas.
- Vegas?
- Yeah. We can hit, like, a casino or something.
- Hmm, flip this shit into, like, a hundred Gs, huh?
Let's do it.
- Hell yeah.
- All right, but before we go,
we need to get rid of this car though.
- Yeah, we need to get rid of all this shit.
- And ditch that gun. Ditch this.
- Fuck that. Just bring the money with us.
- All right. Hey look, there's a lake over there.
Let's just go toss into that.
- All right, then.
- Cool.
You know all that, right there?
See that?
That's our new life.
Are you ready for this?
Let's go.
(gun shooting)
(Isabella crying)
- Get up, please.
Get up, please.
Please, get up.
Come on, please.
Oh my God.
Please, get up.
- Look man.
I'm sorry it had to be like this.
But hey, do the right thing. Just come with me.
We can figure this shit out.
I know this shit look ugly right now,
but hey, I mean, what you expect?
It had to come to this.
Just come with me. We can figure this shit out.
Put the gun down.
Come on. Don't do this.
(gun shooting)
(soft music)
- Ey.
(Isabella laughing)
That's what we doing.
- Yeah.
I mean, we can hit it here.
- Hey, yeah, we do.
- It's easy.
Slide and then double bump.
- Nah, nah.
The way we had...
- Just that little sponge.
I wish I had an actual...
Blooper.
Yeah, it's, it's been a fuckin' year.
- First time for that.
Yeah, that's definitely what I was talking about, bruh.
- And I've grown a lot since those days.
(ladies laughing)
- Hold on. Hold on.
- [Director] And action.
- Nope.
Derek, understand what?
- I can't fuckin', my brain got fog.
- And we smell a promotion in your future.
- [Isabella] Thank you so much.
- Absolutely girl.
Just forget the words.
- My fuckin' day.
- That was so close. That was so close.
- [Director] Action.
(Isabella laughing)
Cut.
That's a wrap, people.
(rap music)