All language subtitles for Boomerang s02e02 Love Shoulda Brought You Home

Previously on Boomerang. Camden proposed
to some hoe.

When did this happen?

It's not a big deal if I go to dinner
with him, right? Well, Simone, you're

grown. Do what you want. Bryson, you a
damn fool.

If I didn't let her go, she would think
I didn't trust her. Do you?

Hey, babe, are you okay?

I'm home, safe and sound.

Listen to me.

I promise this will never happen again.

I promise.

You're right.

It won't happen again.

You're just like your damn father.

Thank you.

Alexa, play Big Sean.

I don't quit you.

You little stupid, stupid game.

Quit you.

I don't give up what about you or
anything that you do.

Listen, bro.

For everything, there's a season.

A time to plant, a time to harvest, and
a time to henny. Here we go.

Okay, Ari, I think he's had enough to
drink. No, no, he ain't been healing

folks since the 80s.

Slow down.

See? Getting out all them toxins.

You want to talk about it, B?

Oh, she said she needed closure.

So, uh... She said they just have
dinner.

So I figure, you know, they should be
done by 9, 9 .30.

With Atlanta traffic, she'd be home at
10 o 'clock at the latest.

Mm -hmm.

So at 10 .15, 10 .20, 10 .30.

Okay, hickory dickory dock.

Anyway, I'm sitting in her driveway.

Wait, you went to her house? It's
Bryson. Of course he went to her house.

Keep going. Yo, the point is 11 o 'clock
rolls by, and I didn't even get a damn,

hey, I made it home safe text.

So I had to rub, because, you know, I'm,
like, legit concerned, and I'm like,

yo, you good, right?

She says, yeah, I'm home.

Like, yeah, I'm home the whole time.
I've been sitting in my car, staring at

your empty -ass driveway.

Come on.

Oh.

That's crazy.

Damn, so she lied, lied.

Before we jump to any conclusions,
Simone's not here to defend herself.

David, what is there to defend?

Well, maybe she lost track of time and
didn't want you doing anything crazy,

like showing up to her house
unannounced.

OK. Then why did she confess then?

Oh. Damn, so she confessed, confessed?

Okay, you gotta stop, stop.

What exactly did she confess to?

She said that her and her boy, they

kissed.

That's it.

That better not be it.

I bought you a whole bottle of Henny
over here for a kiss?

She probably lying about that shit too.

Well, Simone ain't no stranger to lying.
That wig is a lie she tell every day.

If Simone said it was just a kiss, I
believe her.

You know how it is when you link up with
an ex.

It gets weird.

They probably found themselves at a
place with sentimental value.

And it was intimate, you know, because
of their history and whatnot.

And they stumbled upon something
nostalgic.

And we know how that gets.

And maybe then they kissed accidentally,
though.

But I'm sure, I'm confident they
regretted it immediately.

I respect the sanctity of my marital
engagement.

And I respect my relationship as well.

I... I think we should pray.

Like, that... That makes the most sense
to me.

So you're telling me Camden and Simone
said that? Okay, well, not exactly. The

point is, I'm sure they felt guilty.

And then they probably spent a couple
hours talking through their feelings.

that's why she took so long to get home.

So funny, isn't it? Go ahead and laugh.
Go ahead and laugh

all you want. I know prayer can save any
relationship.

Oh, any relationship?

Okay, I know.

Hmm?

Mm -hmm.

Look, Bryson, you know I know Simone
ain't perfect. She thinks she know

everything. She's spoiled as hell. Okay,
we all have flaws.

The thing is, you men love having a
beautiful woman on your arm, so you're

to her imperfections.

Y 'all get this picture -perfect idea in
your head of what a relationship is

supposed to be, and suddenly you don't
see a real person anymore.

You see a fantasy.

Y 'all want everything to be black and
white, but guess what?

It's not.

Alexa, play something happy.

Good morning, honey.

What's for breakfast?

Your fave.

Gluten -free pancakes, free -range
scrambled eggs, and fresh squeezed

juice. From Whole Foods, of course.

Oh, no, almond milk.

I'm sorry, dear.

The almond milk man is running late
today.

Well, go start for some more.

Although, breakfast looks yummy. I'll
have to skip it.

But it's the most important meal of the
day.

Yes, but I'm running late, and my Uber
Lux is pulling up right now.

It's okay, honey.

I'll find it to -go breakfast off
Pinterest.

You are such a good wife.

You didn't think I was going to leave
without giving you some sugar, did you?

I love you, Mrs. Breuer.

I love you too, Mr. Breuer.

You should go. Of course. I don't want
you to lose your 4 .9 rating.

Actually, I'm at a 5 now.

Special delivery.

For you?

Thank you.

Oh, you're having a hard time.

Do you mind?

So you think that she has sex with him?
No, that is not what I'm saying. You're

missing the whole point, which actually
is my point.

Is anybody other than me thinking about
Camden naked?

Shut up, Ari.

No, I mean, seriously, we gonna pretend
like everybody in this room went and

smashed the homie Camden?

I mean, if I were in a dude and we were
married, you know I might smash the

homie.

Well, Bryson, yo, you're definitely more
my type, bro. For sure.

That's supportive.

Nice. Real talk.

Water.

Now.

B.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

You know what your problem is, man?

You don't know what happened.

And not knowing what happened is killing
you.

I'm sorry.

Now, see, listen, I've been accused of
my fair share of dirt.

Accused. And only accused.

Because I got a strict dirt return
policy.

If you ain't got no receipts, then that
shit didn't happen.

All right.

How do I get some proof?

Well, what'd you do when you found out
that she wasn't where she said she was

going to be? I went home. And cried.

Mm -hmm.

Yep. See what you should have did?

I'm going to find the ass.

The problem in this particular case is
he ain't got no proof.

So Bryson contacted us. The whole
fashion was a Jezebel.

This is Bryson Breuer, age 27.

A light -skinned and recently unemployed
advertising executive who fears his

girlfriend, Simone, may not be telling
him the whole truth.

You ready to know the truth about
Simone?

As ready as I'll ever be.

Over the course of our investigation,
our detectives followed Simone last

on their rendezvous with Camden.

You might want to brace yourself.

They were eating ribs.

Yeah.

Many people don't know this, but ribs
are an aphrodisiac.

It starts off with licking your lips.

That's how it starts.

It goes to licking your fingers.

And then, uh, licking your d***.

She said she would only eat prison meat.

Right.

All right, Bryson, this is the motel
they're in.

They're right over there in that room.

You ready to confront them?

I thought I could do it.

Enough, man.

So you think they had sex, too?

Absolutely. Two young, hot, melanated
bodies, man, come on.

Biology is biology.

But if you ain't got no proof, you gotta
let that shit go, bruh.

You know you come right, bitch.

Well, I feel like I'm going to need a
cigarette after that.

What you reading?

Memoirs of a Trap Queen, Part 2 of the
Rat or Dat Bitch Trilogy.

Is that the one where Trina was working
for the feds? Yep. See, I knew that.

What? Bryson, you need to get into this.
Because what's going on in your life is

the same thing that's happening in this
bomb -ass book.

See, T .T.

was the wife of Domina, the largest drug
dealer in Atlanta.

And Joey is her bodyguard because
Domino's in a bloody drug war with his

-brother who killed they mama when they
was little.

And just like you, Bryson, Domino done
been with Titi since they was kids.

He know her like the back of his hand.
And just like his hand, they

is dry and ashy because they never get
out the house no more.

Little do Domino know, what Titi really
craves is some excitement in the

bedroom. Mm -hmm. And some shea butter.

He got that glow.

And he's spontaneous.

He's always up for an adventure.

That Negro got a motorcycle.

you and this relationship?

Dale. Wait, wait, wait. What's the first
book in this trilogy?

Secure the Bag.

Secure the spell with a K.

Word. Support your black authors.

They got that on Audible?

Okay, Audible. You can probably get it
on Amazon, too. You can get all the good

stuff. You want to see that? Yeah, get
into it.

Yo!

This shit ain't funny, y 'all.

This is my life.

The future that I thought for myself is
dead.

So right now, I need for y 'all as my
friends to have my back and not to act

like all this shit is my fault. Bryson,
we do have your back.

Obviously.

All we're trying to say is that Simone,
she's... It ain't all her fault either.

Yeah, it'd take two to blow up a Waffle
House. And we still don't know what she

did. Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever. We know
she lied to me.

Right?

And we all know that she don't care
about nothing but her damn self.

Okay, come on. Come on. Hey, hey, hey.

It's all right.

Y 'all can do what y 'all want to do.

But just know that her bird ass is dead
to me.

Really, y 'all?

So this is where we're at now?

Yeah. This is where we're at now.

Okay, don't do that, Bryson. We are not
taking sides. I like that.

That's not what it looks like.

This is so messed up, Bryson. I came
over here because I was worried about

Meanwhile, you hold in court trying to
get custody of our friends.

Yeah.

Bryson, that's not what this is.

Oh, okay. Well, tell me what it is then,
David. We were just letting them vent.

But we didn't let him call you a bitch,
though.

Do you know what? It's fine.

I'll be the bitch.

That's what y 'all think anyway.

We don't. And not that anyone ever asked
for my side of the story, but honestly,

I don't even care about Camden.

I guess... I just wasn't ready to be
with you.

See, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

You don't get to do that.

You don't get to come in here and blame
me for what you did. I said I was sorry.

Yeah, you are sorry.

And you're tired.

Why are you even here?

Huh?

Well... Okay, you know, matter of
fact... Save it. Just run me my keys.

Run you...

Run you your key.

There you go.

I heard that.

Okay. Bye. Who do you think you're
talking to?

I'm good.

I'm good.

All right?

I'm good.

Now, I know we all out of Hennessy.

But that's why I keep something special.

Tucked away for occasions just like
this. What?

Deuce.

Come on.

Deuce? That ain't a bad idea. You know
what?

Alexa, play Deuces by Chris Brown.

Come on.

Stop. Come on.

Who ready to turn up?

You trying to turn up?

You trying to turn up?

She ain't stopping shit for me.

I know just what I need.

She knows just what I mean.

Wait until I keep the drama free.

Whoa.

Yeah.

Told you that I'm leaving.