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(static buzzing)

? Loyalty ain't the same ?

? Nah ?

? Born in the dark ?

? Ain't no silver spoon ?

? Nah ?

? East Oakland nights where the wolves come soon ?

? Whoa ?

? Mama on the pipe, pops locked in a tomb ?

? Damn ?

? So we learned real quick ?

? Gotta hustle or lose ?

? Got his first pack ran plays on the low ?

? Low ?

? OGs show love but the price was a tow ?

? Tax ?

? Blood in the water, sharks in control ?

? So he stacked every dollar, put ice on his soul ?

? Frozen ?

? Shaka got money no time ?

? All these clowns get to climb ?

? Keep my mind on the paper ?

? Can't be broke ?

? Love ain't real so my heart stay closed ?

(light music)

(Brandy sighing)

- Mom, we only here for a few more days.

What if he doesn't come around?

- He will.

He just needs some time to cool off.

I mean, I did hit him in the head with a rock.

- Okay, but you done been over there

every day since he kicked us out.

He won't even answer the door.

- He still loves me.

I know he does.

- Face it, Mom, he's not gonna let you back in.

- You know what? Maybe you're right.

Maybe he might let you back in.

- Mom. - Stay out of this.

It sickens me to even be in the same room as you.

So unless I speak to you, you don't say shit to me.

Do you understand me?

(solemn music)

(door bangs)

- Hey. - What's up?

- How you doing? - I'm good.

- Nice to be back at the old spot.

- Yeah.

- I hate handling my business in strange places.

- Well, you know, we can always go to your house.

- (laughs) Nah.

I don't shit where I eat.

- All right, girls.

Let's get the show on the road.

Brenda, Maria. - Okay.

- Show Dr. Harry a good time. - Good to see you.

- Good to see you too.

- Brenda, how you doing?

Good, I'm doing good. Aw.

Oh no! (laughs)

(smooth hiphop music)

- I'll be back in a minute.

I'm gonna go to Shante,

see if I can borrow some money.

- Not the slot machine.

- What do you mean by that?

- I mean, money goes in, but nothing comes out.

Darnell, that girl is not gonna give you no money.

- Look, man.

I gotta try something, okay?

She's been working a lot, so she should have some money.

(upbeat music)

(car horn honks)

- Hey, Darnell.

- Hey, Trish.

(light hiphop music)

- Man, I'd like to hit that shit.

- Yeah, and then her brother would kill you.

- Who's her brother?

- You don't wanna know.

- So what you wanna do today?

- Try not to be homeless tomorrow.

Hey, can you run me by Shante's place?

- As you wish, my boy.

(car engine revs)

(upbeat hiphop music)

- Yes!

(upbeat hiphop music)

- Woo-hoo! - Yes.

(upbeat hiphop music)

- Yes. - Oh, here, here.

Here, here, here. Come on.

- Thought you quit. - Come on.

Oh, come on.

- You know, if Flossy catches you doing this shit.

- What? You gonna tell him?

- Bitch. - Come on!

- You've been using since I've known you,

and I'll fix that shit.

- I know. It's because you my girl.

Come on.

- Yeah. - Oh.

- Oh yeah. (laughs)

Love it.

- [Brenda] Now let's really get this party started.

(all laughing)

(dramatic hiphop music)

(Brandy knocking on door)

(Brandy sighs)

(Brandy knocking on door)

(solemn music)

(solemn music continues)

- My mom knows what I'm doing.

Well, halfway.

- Halfway?

- I'ma just call it for what it is.

She thinks I have an agent.

Obviously, not you.

- Hmm, okay.

- As long as that agent

introduces me to people in Hollywood.

They get what they want.

I get what I need, i.e., a career,

a baller's baby, straight gold dicking, okay?

All this extra shit you got me doing, Flossy,

she would have major issues with it.

- What's the difference?

- One has an actual goal.

End game.

The other is just for the love of money.

(Flossy scoffs)

- What's he doing here?

- You need to calm your ass down.

- Darnell, you need to leave now.

- Leave? I'm supposed to be your man.

And you asking me to leave?

- It's not what you think it is.

- Okay.

Then what is it?

- Flossy, he's, he's my agent.

- Your agent?

How dumb do you think I am, Shante?

- See, I told you to clean this shit up

so we wouldn't be right here.

- I've been trying. It's just been hard.

- Well, I guess the time has arrived.

- Hey, how could you?

- Man, how could I what?

- Fuck my girl.

(Flossy laughs)

- All this shit you just walked into,

you worried about me?

One guy fucking your girl?

You know what I do.

Grow the fuck up, Darnell.

This shit is way bigger than that.

- What's he talking about, Shante?

- Darnell, I got rules.

I broke it once with Maria.

I'm not gonna do it again.

I don't fuck the help.

- The help?

You work for Flossy?

- You got another appointment.

Roland Powers.

He's expecting you in a hour.

- I've been trying to call this off for weeks.

- Why didn't you say that?

- It's over, Darnell.

- Fuck you! Fuck you!

- Yo, yo, let her go. - Fuck you!

- Let her go. - Fuck you, you ho!

- Let her go. - Fucking bitch!

(Shante coughing) - Darnell!

- You ain't shit but a ho, you hear me?

- Let her go, Darnell.

Let her go.

(Shante coughing)

- Get the fuck off me, Richard.

(Shante coughing)

Give me that fucking necklace.

(Shante coughing)

(women laughing) - Oh.

- I hope I wasn't too much for you guys. (laughs)

- All right. - All right.

- Oh.

Oh!

(Maria snorting cocaine)

(Maria laughs)

- Hey. Don't you think you've had enough?

- What are you? The coke police?

Come on. (laughs)

Oh.

(light hiphop music)

- Hey. (chuckles)

Mwah.

- You never make no fucking sense.

Come on, either somebody stealing or somebody lying.

They ain't bringing in no fucking money.

- Man, I told these hoes to work smarter not harder.

- [Trish] They're not listening.

- What's up? - Hey, Brody.

- What's up, sis? - Hey.

- What's up, man?

- What a fucking night.

- What happened?

- Darnell supposed to be Shante's ex-boyfriend.

He showed up at the house tonight while I was there.

- No shit? Wow.

Let me guess.

She didn't take care of that shit how she was supposed to.

- Nah. I had to do it for her.

- How did that go?

- Like it always go? Bad.

- Hmm, shit.

Shit, here you go, boss.

I'm about to head back on the stroll.

- Hey, Nutty?

Hey, stick around.

Brenda got another job coming

after she finished up with the good doctor.

So just stick around.

- For sure.

I'ma stay parked over here then.

- How we looking, sis?

- Not good.

- You know, the other night,

I went online and ordered a large pepperoni pizza.

And then I called in this badass Asian chick

from Black's place.

- And, Brody? I don't like hearing about your sexcapades.

- The bitch arrived before the pizza.

That's how easy it is to order pussy.

- I mean, maybe we should try again.

- Nah, fuck that.

We done tried this shit twice already.

And each time, them hoes either went rogue

or got hijacked by some agency.

At least out here I can get my eyes on 'em.

- I don't know, but we need to do something.

Shit, maybe we should downsize.

- Downsize? - Yes.

- Downsize to what? - Downsize.

Come on, Brody, don't nobody keep their hoes like you.

They live in a mansion eating Whole Foods all day.

Don't nobody keep their hoes like that.

- And don't nobody bring in the hoes I bring in neither.

- But what about you?

$100 haircuts every other day.

$400 pair of tennis shoes

that you buy one to collect and one to wear.

Come on.

You don't even wear the shoes more than a month.

You're wasting money.

- Sis, you're the one with the accounting degree.

Make this shit work.

- Brody, I keep telling you

we gotta do something different and quick.

Shit, we gotta technologialize these hoes.

I mean, look at Shante.

That bitch ain't never seen a street corner.

Look at the kinda money she bringing you.

Maybe we just try it again.

And this time we pay the girls agency rates.

- Oh. (sighs) - Think about that shit.

I mean, if not.

We gonna be dinosaurs out here.

Just think about it.

- Yeah, maybe you right.

- Exactly.

(cellphone ringing)

- Fuck.

- Who is it? - It's Black.

- Don't pick that shit up. (cellphone ringing)

- We do one big come up.

Get these hoes online and never look back.

Roll with me, sis.

This one time, roll with me. (cellphone ringing)

Damn.

- [Caller] Pick up's ready.

- I'll send one my girls to pick it up.

- Come on.

We ain't gotta do this shit, Brody.

We don't sell dope. We sell pussy.

- I know what we- - What you doing?

- I know what we sell, okay?

And it ain't paying the bills.

We need to hold happiness, yours.

- Brody, I'm happy if you haven't noticed.

I got you.

- Who we gonna send to pick this shit up?

- That's how we gonna play it?

Shit, I don't know, send Nutty.

I mean that's too much weight

for me and you to carry around.

I ain't ready to do life yet, are you?

- I don't trust that bitch with that much weight.

She know how to cut it and sell it.

Who's to say she won't run off with it?

- Then who?

- Damn.

- Exactly.

- Send Maria.

- That simple ho?

You know Black fucking with us.

One wrong move, Brody, we dead.

- Maria's a do or die bitch.

She was the first one I brought into the game.

She's been there since day one.

I trust her.

- With your life?

- I trust her.

- You taught me not to trust a bitch, right?

- (laughs) Damn!

It's night already?

Man, time flies when you're having fun.

We had a lovely, relaxing time as always.

- It's on the house.

- What? What are you talking about?

- It's your birthday present.

- My birthday's not for another month.

- I know.

But you can't say I didn't remember it.

- (laughs) All right. All right, my dawg.

All right. Thank you.

- Hey, by the way. I need a favor.

- [Dr. Harry] Anything for my dawg.

- I'm kind of busy.

Maria need to be somewhere.

Can you drop her off for me?

- Yeah, anything for my dawg.

(both chuckling)

? Happy birthday to me ?

? Happy birthday to me ?

- I need you to do a pickup.

- A pickup? Okay.

- Look, Doc thinks you're dropping him off.

But actually, you doing a pickup.

Give me your phone.

Whatever you do, don't tell him you doing the pickup

because, uh,

he may not be into pickups.

- What am I picking up? - Laundry.

- Okay. Then what?

- Then get in his car.

Have him to drop you off at the lair.

I'll meet you there in two hours.

- Okay. - Come on, bro.

- Hey, Dr. Harry, wait up.

- Ha ha, what's up?

Oh, where to?

- I'll tell you. - Ooh.

We got time for a little fun on the way? (laughs)

- Hey, and Brenda, I need you to go back in the room.

One of your regulars texted to say he'll be here in an hour.

- Sure.

I'll hit the stroll after that.

- Yeah, Nutty got your back.

- Come on.

I can't believe we're really doing this shit.

You better be right this time.

I'll meet you at the house.

(solemn music)

(Nutty knocks on door)

- What's up, Nutty?

- Couldn't wait for these motherfuckers to leave.

- Yeah, we've got an hour before he arrives.

(Brenda laughs)

(door clicks shut)

- (laughs) All right.

Well, we're here.

So, same time next week?

- He's in a black Tahoe.

Um, I'll need you to wait.

- What? I thought I was dropping you off.

- There he is. - What?

- I'll be right back. - Maria, what the fuck?

(light surf music)

- [Maria] Drive.

Drive! - Where to?

- Shit, I can't have you drop me off at the lair.

Johns ain't supposed to know where we live.

Fuck!

- Are you fucking kidding me?

Look, I'll drop you off two blocks away.

Does that work?

- Yeah, that'll work.

(Dr. Harry clears throat)

What's wrong?

- What's in the bag?

- [Maria] I don't know.

- Maria, open it.

- No, I can't do that.

- Why not?

- 'Cause Flossy told me not to open the bag.

- Fuck Flossy.

Hey, if I get pulled over,

I need to know what the fuck's in that bag.

Open it.

- I said no.

- Get out.

(Maria scoffs)

- I'm not gonna make it two minutes

in this fucking neighborhood.

You got me fucked up.

- Let's see it. (Maria grumbles)

What's in the fucking bag?

What the fuck? What the fuck is this?

(cellphone ringing) - Fuck.

Hello? Yeah, I got it.

I got, I got the bag.

And we're on our way now!

Let's go.

- Now I gotta make a call.

(solemn music)

Hey, Josh. Yeah.

Yeah, it's me.

You're not gonna believe this.

I just stumbled upon...

My fucking mind is blown right now.

Maria has, you know what?

Meet me at the cabin.

I'll show you there.

All right.

- What the fuck was that about?

- Oh, nothing.

I just gotta make a little stop.

(mysterious music)

- It's been three hours.

Something ain't right, Brody.

- Hold on. Call, call again.

(solemn music)

- Something ain't right.

- Maybe they got into an accident.

(solemn music)

- Maybe the cops got 'em?

- Oh jeez.

- Fuck.

Think. Think.

(energetic music)

- What? Come on!

- I'm not feeling this.

- Fine, there's the door.

If you wanna leave, go ahead.

But that fucking coke, it stays.

- How the fuck am I supposed to get back to civilization?

- I don't know.

Look, I've never had pure coke.

I'm tired of that watered down shit.

I'll pay Flossy for all of it.

Let's have some fun!

- Maybe I should call Flossy.

- No, you're right.

You're right. You know what?

I'll, I'll call him.

I'll do it.

- Okay. - It'll be okay.

- What the fuck?

Come on. - Oops!

(laughs) Come on, Maria.

I'll buy you a new one.

I'm a doctor. I can afford it.

The same way I'm gonna afford all this fucking coke.

I will pay Flossy for every bit of it.

Come on.

Come on, baby. Let's have some fun.

(Maria sighs)

There you go.

Good, huh?

- Oh, yes. That's what I'm talking about.

- Yeah.

- This is a nice cottage. (laughs)

Is it yours?

- No.

Long ago, a patient of mine that died a few years ago.

It just sits here most of the time.

The other half of the time,

Josh and I use it for a little hedonism.

(glasses clink) (Dr. Harry chuckles)

(manager knocking on door)

- [Manager] Hotel manager.

(manager knocking on door)

Front desk manager. - Shit!

Okay, okay, okay.

I'm coming. I'm coming.

- Listen, you guys are already one day past due.

You either pay or you gotta be out of here by 10:00 AM.

- Okay. Okay. - Come on.

- I got you. I got you.

It's coming.

Darnell?

Darnell, wake up.

Darnell, wake up!

Boy, get your ass up.

- Mom. - Sit up. Look at me.

You need to go to your job

and see if you can get an advance.

- Man, what about school?

- Fuck school.

We need to make some money now.

- Man, I done already missed so many days of school.

- And you about to miss another one.

And you about to miss a fucking roof over your head

if we don't get some fucking money.

- Okay!

- You better watch your tone.

It's too early in the motherfucking morning for this.

(Darnell sighs)

(solemn music)

- How am I supposed to graduate?

(solemn music)

- Snatch your shit again.

(door slams shut)

- I'll be having the, uh,

uh, um...

- I'll get this.

- Oh, special service today.

- Well, special service for a special lady.

- You don't seem like yourself today.

- What, what do you mean?

- Now, I have watched you

from that corner over there for the past year.

Lately, you seem kind of down.

Is business bad?

- Well, unhappy life means there's a fucked up wife.

- What you need is a partner.

- Oh, you mean someone like you?

- And what's wrong with someone like me?

I run my own consulting firm.

I have no kids.

Just think of the life we could have

if you ever came to your senses.

When you're done with the dumb shit, call me.

You know how I feel about you.

- I tell you what.

Anything you want, it's on me.

- I'll take the jerk chicken.

- All right.

- I know you got something, Richard.

Nothing?

All right, man.

Well, I gotta figure something out,

or we gonna be sleeping on the street tonight.

Hey, Mr. Weir?

- No.

- What you mean no?

I haven't even asked you anything yet.

- Anytime you address me by my last name,

you want something.

And I don't know what it is, but the answer's no.

- Come on, man.

Mr. Weir, I wouldn't be asking

if it wasn't important or an emergency.

- What's the emergency, Darnell?

- I need rent money, or we gonna get kicked out.

- That's it?

That's all? - Yes, that's it.

- Boy, if you don't get your raggedy ass back to work.

- (sighs) But what about the loan?

- Man, come here for a second.

Look, I can't give you a loan for that. Okay?

Look, half the people that work here have been kicked out.

And the other half, they're being kicked out.

Some things in life

you have to figure out on your own, okay?

I'm not here to be your charity.

Now get back to work.

I've got customers to ring up.

- [Darnell] Man, fuck.

(Mr. Weir sighs)

(Brandy sighs)

(manager knocking on door)

- Shit.

- Brandy, I've given you all the time I can give.

You guys gotta go.

- Come on, let me get a few more hours.

- You got till 12:00. That's it.

- All right.

(sighs) Fuck!

- What are we gonna do?

- I don't know.

- Mom.

Mom. - What, Nylah? What?

- The ring. The ring.

(light music)

- I'm running a pawn shop, not a goddamn charity.

He gets it back when he's paid in full.

- Boss, I need help appraising this ring.

- Yeah, send 'em on in.

- Ladies.

- Have a seat.

- Darnell?

Darnell?

- I'm sorry, I was...

My head was somewhere else.

- I have to go to the ladies' room.

Can you watch the register for me?

- Yeah. - Okay.

(Darnell sighs)

(soft rock music)

(cellphone ringing)

- Hello? - Hey.

Before I do this,

I just wanted to see

if you'd be able to cover the hotel for the week.

- Do what?

- I'm about to pawn my engagement ring.

- I wasn't able to get it.

- Well, at least you tried.

I should be able to cover

at least a month or two with this, so.

All right. I'll meet you back there.

(Darnell sighs)

(light music)

- All right. Let me see what you got.

(device beeping)

I'll give you 10 for it.

- Yes, 10,000.

- [Both] We'll take it.

- No. 10 cents.

This shit's not even zirconian.

It's practically dime store glass.

- Wait, no.

You, you must be mistaken.

Check, check it again.

- Lady, I do this every day.

Have for years.

I know what I'm looking at.

But take it to all the pawn stores you want.

It's worthless.

- Baby, this must have set you back 10 grand.

- Oh, baby, it's not important.

It's nice, but it's the thought that counts.

(Brandy knocking on door)

- Can I help you? - Larry.

- I said can I help you?

- Yes, I need to speak with Larry.

- Are you the bitch that put the note on my door last night?

- Your door? - Yes, my door.

- Bitch, go get Larry.

- Larry don't wanna speak to you.

- Oh, I'm sure he does.

Because if his black ass

isn't out here within the next few minutes,

I'm calling the cops.

- (laughs) You're calling the cops

and you're trespassing on his property?

- Yeah, it's funny, huh? - Yeah, funny.

- Yeah, I can see how statutory rape can be funny.

Right, Nylah. - Mm-hmm.

- Wait, what do you mean statutory rape?

What is going on here?

- No, no, no. It's all right, darling.

I got this. I got this.

What you want, Brandy?

I told you several times about trespassing on my property.

- This is gonna be the last time.

I just need to speak with you.

Alone.

- Give us a minute and give daddy some of that sugar now.

Mm-hmm.

Now why you bring this bullshit to my house?

We done.

- Done? - Done.

- I gave up everything for you.

And now I'm homeless

and you already moved on with some new bitch?

- Huh.

- You know, I gotta give it to you.

For a old geezer, your game is tight and the fake ring?

Next level shit.

But not tight enough.

- Now, now besides trespassing on my property,

what you want?

- $10,000.

(Larry laughing)

What's so funny?

- Wait, wait, wait, wait.

You, you extorting me?

- You can call it whatever you wanna call it.

It's either you give me the $10,000

or me and my underage daughter are going to the police.

- So, so, so let me,

let me get this straight now.

If I don't give you $10,000, you gonna go to the police

and tell them that me and your underage daughter had sex?

- I'm glad that you can still hear.

You're gonna give me the money,

or am I gonna go to the cops?

- No, no, no, no.

We don't, we don't really need to do that.

'Cause they already here, bitch.

Hello, 911.

Yeah, yeah. - No, no.

- They right here. - No.

- Listen, hear that whole conversation?

- He raped my daughter.

No, no, no!

He raped my daughter!

- It's not- - No!

(all shouting)

- [Larry] Get the hell outta my house!

- What are you doing? - Go!

- [Brandy] Why would you do this?

- [Larry] And take your ho ass with you.

Skinny leg bitch.

- [Brandy] What the fuck?

? Is there someone there ?

? A voice that will turn back the light ?

? Take me anywhere ?

(solemn music)

? All my days has turned to sand ?

? A place with no ?

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