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- Room 211.

- What the hell?

Oh shit Dee.

- What the fuck Walter?

- Look.
- Walter get this chick.

- Bitch you better shut up.

- I can explain all this.

Just hold on.

- Explain what?

Explain how you--

- Just hold on.

- Explain how you in the bed

with a bitch that's not your wife.

Explain Walter.

Tell me.

- Baby listen, listen to me.
- Tell me, oh okay.

- Listen, listen, hold on.

- Come on ma'am, you have to go.

- Let me go.

- Ma'am you have to leave.
- Let me go.

- Come on ma'am, it's not worth it.

- Do you know who I am?

- No and I don't care.

- Get your hands off me.

Let me go.

- Nola my baby.

- Thank you.

But all this for me?

I mean, damn, I only
danced for four songs.

- Yeah I know.

Let's just consider it a down payment.

- A down payment?

What you trying to put a down payment on?

- Didn't you tell me last
week that you was planning

on going back to school?

- Right, right I did.

- Now I know school can be expensive.

I ain't never been myself,

but I heard them books can be too.

- You know what Jake, thank you so much.

I needed a little extra motivation

to help get my ass up out this club.

But I appreciate you.

- You know I got you baby.

You know I appreciate
you with all of that ass.

- Listen, I gotta call I gotta take,

but it was good.

I'll see you next time.

See you soon.

Be good.

Don't get too crazy.

Keep your eyes on my ass.
- Oh yeah you know.

- Nosey bitch.

- Dee.

What happened?

- Nola.

That lying, cheating, punk motherfucker.

- Girl.

- I finally caught him cheating

at our favorite hotel

in the bed with the bitch.

And Nola she was pretty.

- I knew his ass wasn't shit, liking

my pictures on Instagram.

- I don't wanna go back there tonight.

Can I come stay the night with you?

- Meet me at my apartment
in about 45 minutes.

I got it Rick.

I gotta go.

- Where you think you going?

- Home, I got an emergency Vinny.

- You know the motherfucking rules.

You can't leave that early

unless you gonna pay that tip out.

No exceptions.

Fuck is this, a hundred dollars?

Are you fucking serious?

You know this shit is 200 on the weekend.

- Vinny that's some fucking bullshit.

That's half of already
what I made tonight.

- Well you know you can
go back downstairs, put

your outfit back on, shake
that nice little ass.

- Oh really?
- Yeah.

Or you can take them nice
beautiful motherfucking

lips come put some work in.

- Oh yeah, I'll do that.

- Yeah.

- Move bitch.

Get out the way.

- Hey I thought that was y'all

I heard getting off the elevator.

Hi Nola.

- Hi Mr. Johnson.

How are you?

- I'm good, I'm fine.

I'm doing good right now.

Hey young lady, don't be mad.

Girl your beauty take me back

to when I was a little
boy with my lovely mother.

- Oh that's so sweet.

He say I remind him of his mama.

- Yes you dear my dear.

Looking at you takes me back

to when I was being breast fed, sucking

on them round nipples of joy

as I took my little baby hands,

and I just held on those jugs of life.

Have mercy.

- Nola what the fuck?

- Bye Mr. Johnson.

- Nola I'll see you on the third.

- See you on the third..

- What?

- Girl he just need his
apartment clean once a month.

He tips me real good.

You know them military
pension checks be lit.

- I'm a divorce his ass.

I'm taking half of everything.

- Fuck half, go for all that shit.

- You right.

I'm a take all that shit, the house,

the cars, the businesses.

All that shit gonna be mine.

- That's right girl.

Start emptying out all
those fucking bank accounts.

Fuck that nigga.

- You know what we've been 10
toes down since we was kids.

You let me stay at your
place and all while I go

through what I'm going through with him.

I'm a do something real nice for you.

- Dee look.

Don't worry about me.

I'm good.

Just worry about what you
got going on right now.

- You wanna a new bag on Walter?

- Well since you impose

on Walter I'm gonna go get my laptop.

- Go to Gucci dot com.

- All right word, let
me open this shit up.

Yes ma'am.

What about this purse right here?

- Pick another one.

That don't cost enough.

- I knew you were gonna say that.

What about this one?

- Yeah, I like that one.

Get two of 'em.

Now find some boots to match that.

- All right I got you.

Let me scroll down.

How 'bout this one?

- All right.

Let me get the card.

- Hurry up.

They might fuckin' run out.

This sale is good.

- Let me see.

Hold on, let me put this
stuff in here again.

Hold on, let me call.

Hi this is Deandra Smith.

Yes.

234725 Wildbrook Lane,
Miami, Florida, 33036.

Yes.

And when did that happen?

Okay.

Okay thank you.

- He canceled the card.

Didn't he?

- Girl yeah.

- So listen, when we get

inside we taking all
the shit, putting them

in garbage bags, and
putting them on the curb.

- Period.

- You know how to change locks?

- No, do you?

- Oh yeah.

Home Depot's up the road.

- Okay.

- We go there before he get off.

We gotta hurry.

We gotta be quick though.

- That's weird.

I don't usually use the front door anyway.

We can go around the back

to the patio, see if I
can get in through there.

I know he didn't change the locks on me.

- Throw that shit.

- Deandrea, stop with this nonsense, girl.

- Wait a minute.

Yeah.

Is this bitch recording you?

- Walter why are you doing this to me?

- Look Dee.

Baby look it's over.

Look, text me a address
where I can send your things.

- And the divorce papers.

- Do that bitch got my robe on?

- Come on, come on.

You deserve way better
than this piece of shit.

And you got a good lawyer.

You'll be all right.

Don't worry about it.

And when I see this bitch
on the street it's on.

- That bitch had my robe on.

- Come on.

- Here take it.

I don't want it anyway.

It's too big for me.

- I'll kill this hoe.

- Come on Dee.

Come on Dee.

Get the fuck out of here, fuck nigga.

- Well Mrs. Smith.

We're gonna have a job on our
hands dividing up the assets

in your divorce proceedings.

- Well I don't understand.

Everything was in both of our names,

the house, the business, everything.

- Well, Ms. Smith, I went

through all of the
documents that you told me

to go through, and apparently
you relinquished your rights

to the ownership of the business.

And you also did a quick
claim deed that put your home

into a business called
"Hightower Holdings LLC."

Do you recall doing this over a year ago?

- I mean, Walter gave me papers

to sign all the time,

but I don't remember seeing anything

about relinquishing my
partnership to the business

or signing over the deed to the house.

- You didn't read all of the documents

your husband had you to sign?

- I didn't think I had to.

- Well apparently he's been
planning this for over a year.

Look Mrs. Smith, you said you caught him

in the bed with another woman.

- I did.

- He kicked you out the house.

He moved his mistress in.

And he mailed your clothes to you.

- Yeah.

- You don't have to worry
about a retainer's fee.

He'll eventually pay it.

My team and I we will definitely dig deep

and make sure we go

through all of his assets,
even the ones he has hidden.

You will get what you're deserved.

I guarantee you that.

I can't stand a lying, cheating man.

- Thank you so much.

No, no, no wait, wait, wait.

What are you doing?

This is my car.

- Hey, wait clearly it's the banks.

You done missed five payments.

- Impossible, that's impossible.

- I mean, you owe.

I repo.

- Hello Nola.

Can you come pick me up
from the lawyer's office?

Well yeah.

Apparently my car just got repoed.

Okay.

How do I work an uber?

Man remember back in high school we used

to fuck with them east coast

jack boys, Tommy and Sincere?

- How can I forget?

They had us setting up
old white men tourists

on South Beach chasing some hot ass.

- Man whatever happened to them?

- Last time I checked Sincere got killed.

And Tommy, ain't nobody
heard from him since.

- Man that's fucked up.

But we grew up.

I went to college, met the
man of my dreams got married.

I been living a real good life since then.

- Till now.

- Right, up until now.

Man my husband keeps a lot of money

in that safe downtown in his office.

- Oh yeah, what's a lot of money?

- Like 50K.

Yeah he kept it for emergencies, just

in case something happened.

- A $50,000 emergency cash
fund, what are y'all doing?

- Shit I'm broke now.

Car repossessed, and I need some money

to hold me over for a little while.

- That's fucked up.

So you thinking about running up in there

and go get some cash?

- Shit we used to do it back

in the day with them old white men.

Why we can't do it now?

I mean, it's a 24 hour security
guard that carries a club,

a cleaning crew that's there every night.

Walter works late on Wednesdays.

We need to go in there on Wednesday night.

He the only one that got the
combination to the safe though.

- But are you
sure you wanna do this?

- Yeah I'm sure I wanna do this.

- And besides
my little sister could

sure use the extra cash.

- Crystal.

Ain't she real spiritual?

You sure she gonna be down
for doing something like this?

- Oh yeah.

When you got an extra mouth to feed

and your baby daddy ain't no where

to be found, you gotta
do what you gotta do.

And besides it's hard
to find jobs out here.

Why you think my ass in
the strip club every night?

- 'Cause you a hoe.

- If I was a hoe, I wouldn't be trying

to do this shit with your ass.

But besides this money
could put me back in school.

- You know what my cousin
Daisy she a real bad bitch.

We need to call her.

She always down to hit a lick.

- Daisy, that crazy bitch Daisy?

- Ever since we was little
Daisy was the baddest bitch.

- So we splitting four ways?

- We splitting four ways.

- Let's do it.

- All right, so I got us the same

uniforms that the cleaning
crew wear in the building

so we can blend in with the scenery.

- So how we still supposed to get in?

- I mean I still got my
keys to the building.

But Walter probably
changed his locks by now.

But he can't change the
locks to the building.

So we can go in through the back.

- But if the office locked,
how the fuck we gonna get in?

- Now that's when shit get tricky.

They got a security guard
that got a master key.

That key open up every
office in the building.

If we get that key from
him, we in the office

and we at that safe.

- Where'd you get that gun?

- Relax sis.

It's my pistol.

- But why do you have a gun?

- I'm a stripper.

I mean, you know niggas be acting crazy

after the club, wanna be
stalking bitches and shit.

So I gotta stay strapped.

- I don't think I can do this.

You said this was gonna be easy.

You didn't say nothing
about somebody getting hurt.

- Nobody's getting hurt.

It's just for convincing.

- Convincing?

What does that even mean?

- Look I ain't a dancer,
but I'm a gangster.

But you know I stay with my shit on me.

- Nope, nope.

I can't do this.

Y'all got too many guns on the table,

and I don't like guns,

and I want nothing to do with them.

- Crystal relax.

I mean, this is $12,500
a piece on the line.

And all we gotta do is worry

about some fucking fat ass security guard,

and we're doing all the heavy lifting.

All you gotta do is watch out.

And I know your baby needs
some new clothes right now.

Yeah it's a struggle to keep
food in your refrigerator

and keep a roof over your head.

So sit the fuck down,

and stop acting like a baby.

- Place that motherfucker up here.

- Fuck this shit.

- Wait, no gun.

- Get this fat
motherfucker off me.

Bitch.

- Look from here on out, we wear our mask.

We cannot risk Walter seeing our faces.

- What the fuck you think
this is, "Set it Off" Part II?

- Bitch this ain't no motherfucking movie.

You trying to get to this bag or not?

- Let's get the bag.

- Hey what's up baby?

Yeah I'm just finishing
up here at the office.

Hey I was thinking Chinese tonight.

What do you think about that?

Chinese it is.

Hey do me a favor, give 'em a call,

and let 'em know I'll
be about 10, 15 minutes,

and I'll come pick it up.

All right, can't wait to see you.

Love you, bye.

What the fuck?

- Go, go.

- What the hell is this about?

- Open the door.
- Open the door.

- Get the fuck in there right now.

- What is this about?

All right, hold on, okay.

All right, all right.

Look, I have $300 in my wallet.

I have a watch, right,
and I have a cell phone.

Just take it, take it
all and leave please.

What is going on?

- We didn't come here

for no damn watch or a cellphone.

Where the safe at?

- Safe, what safe?

This is my office, my first floor office.

- This safe motherfucker.

- There's nothing in there.

Whoever gave you your
information mislead you clearly.

You know I never trust you
fucking cleaning ladies.

All of y'all look like convicts.

- Man shut the fuck up.

We ain't got no time for that shit.

Where's the fucking key?

- I don't have a key.

- Look y'all, come on let's go.

He said there's nothing
in there, so let's roll.

- Man fuck that.

Hold that motherfucker down.

- Wait.

- Where the fuck is the key?
- What are you doing?

Hold on.

What key?

I don't have a key.

- Oh yeah, he gonna talk now.

- I said where the fuck is the key.

- All right, all right, okay.

It's right here, right here.

Key.

- Hold him.
- I'm sorry.

- And if that motherfucker
move, burn his dick off.

- Come on, we gotta go now.

- All right, take it.
- Not without this Roley.

- Take it.

- Shit, put your hands down nigga.

- Give me that.

- What, wait, hold on.

Hold on.

- Let's go.

All right ladies, don't
spend it all in one spot.

- I'm a get rid of these jumpsuits.

- We probably should just burn 'em.

- No, I'm taking these back to Carol.

I'm gonna put 'em in the dumpster.

Four bums gonna be wearing
these bitches tomorrow.

- Hey y'all my shoulder is aching.

I'm about to go soak in the tub.

Holler at y'all bitches tomorrow.

- All right sis.
- All right remember.

Speak of this to no one.

- All right.

- So what you think about the place?

- I love it.

I knew you'd pick up on
my taste sooner or later.

- I'm pretty sure I can pick up

on a few things if you'd let me.

However when you're ready
to put this offer in.

- Hold on now.

Slow down.

You're moving a little too fast.

- I mean they got everything you want,

700 square feet, looking
at this beautiful view,

one bedroom, one bath.

This look like something you used to.

Where you stay at now?

- Well my...

I'm looking for bigger and better.

I just got a new business opportunity.

So I'm just looking for new.

- Well you know what they say when

it comes to opportunity.

You better let it through the front door.

- Or you can bust that motherfucker
through the back window.

- You crazy.

- You know what I want it.

And I'm not financing.

I'm paying in all cash.

- Oh your bag like that?

- What y'all looking at?

Dumb asses.

- All right class dismissed.

I'll see y'all tomorrow.

I'll see y'all tomorrow.

Ms. Gray can I talk to you for a minute?

- Yeah, what's the problem?

- Who said it was a problem?

- Those two.

- Listen don't worry about them, okay,

'cause they a bunch of jackasses.

Just wanted to make sure if
you need any extra class help

or after class tutoring
I'm available to you.

- To be honest, I haven't
been to school in a while,

and these classes are a
lot harder than I expected.

So Professor Jackson I might just have

to take you up on that extra tutoring.

- All right thank you.

I like that.

- So is there a link

on the website where I can sign up for?

- Actually I was thinking
that we don't really have

to go through the school to do it.

See what I'm offering you is

private tutoring, more one-on-one.

See I wanna make sure
you get all my lessons

in a more slowed-down pace

and more of a relaxed setting.

- Right, well it sounds good.

- All right.

So listen hey, take my card

and thinking maybe some time next week.

We can go ahead and get
those classes started.

- Maybe.

- See you then.
- Bye.

- All right, bye bye.

- You heard from that lawyer lately.

Last time I talked

to her she was still going
through Walter's finances.

He is doing a good ass
job of hiding his assets.

How's school been going?

- You know I've been grinding through it.

I've been actually getting
some extra tutoring

from this one professor.

And it's been a slow process,

but I'm starting to catch up.

- Tutoring.

What he look like?

- Girl, he is so fine,

tall, handsome, smart, my type.

- Okay, okay I see you.

Going for the professional
type nowadays, okay.

- But no really, he's
actually really helping

me with extra tutoring.

We meet up at the coffee shop.

And we also met up at the park one time.

And girl he had these
gray sweat shorts on,

and I was like the print was real.

- Okay, and.

- Listen he was once
reading me my assignment

up on that bench.

He opened up his legs, placed
his elbows on his knees.

- And then what?

- Shifted over to the left
and his whole dick fell out.

- Bitch, his whole dick fell out.

- Whole fucking dick.

- And you ain't tell him?

- Girl no, that thing was
looking fucking thick and juicy.

- So what did he say when you saw it?

- Excuse me Ms. Drake I didn't
mean for that to happen.

But girls my eyes seen what
it saw and fuck the books.

- Nola you a mess.

- So how you liking your new place?

- I like it.

I love it actually.

Girl the real estate agent
who helped me find it was fine

as hell, and I'm going
on a date with him later.

- So you looking at new jobs?

- Like you said before,
ain't no damn jobs out here.

I got a whole bachelor's degree,

and the best that I can find right now is

a temporary assistant
job, being a secretary.

- I mean, girl, you can
always get your dance license

and come shake that ass with me.

I mean, you thick enough.

- I ain't ready for all that yet.

How you still doing money-wise
since that one thing?

- I mean, after paying up a couple classes

and paying bills, what money?

- Girl I feel you.

Shit I wouldn't mind hitting another lick.

- Bigger than that one, shit.

What's up Reggie baby?

- Hey.

- Let me get a Ciroc
and .

What I owe you?

- No problem baby, I got it for you.

- You got it, thank you babe.

Listen, did you know T Villa
birthday party's this weekend?

- Yeah I heard.

It's big money in here this weekend.

It's gonna be nice in here.

It's gonna be a lot of money.

You better come with your finest.

It's gonna be a monsoon in this bitch.

- I'm ready.

I need to be turned up this weekend.

- Yes, all the money.

- All of it.

- Hey what's happening?

Nola what the fuck you doing at the bar?

- What the fuck Vinny?

I just got off the main stage.

I'm trying to enjoy a drink.

I'm paying for it.

- What the fuck does that mean?

If you don't make no money,
I don't make no money.

Now you need to get your ass out there

and make some of these
motherfucking lap dances.

- Vinny what do you want?

Ain't nobody got time for you.

- Time for me.

Girl come on, let me
talk to you in my office.

In my office.

See this a major weekend for me.

I got them rap niggas coming to town.

And I'm still salty about that bullshit

you pulled about the other night.

I'm gonna let that shit ride.

Look I need you downstairs.

Same time they popping bottles
you need to be popping pussy.

Pop bottles, pop pussy, you understand me?

Get the fuck out of my office.

- I'll be back.

- And make sure your ass
here on time on Saturday.

- Did you even put three
scoops of sugar in this?

- I'm sorry, I only put two.

Do you want me to get you another cup

or would you like me to
bring you some more sugar?

- How about the file that I asked you

to put into the database yesterday?

I'm looking for it.

I don't even see it.

- I put it in under the
Redman's brother's file.

- First it should be under the
Redman construction folder,

not the Redman brother's file.

And second, I don't even
see it in the wrong folder.

Did you even do what I asked you to do?

- I'm sure I put it in there.

- How 'bout this?

Just go back to your little
desk, find it, email it to me,

and I'll take care of it from here.

- Okay, we'll do.
- Yep.

- Fucking temp.

Fuck I hire you for?

- Where the fuck she going?

- Listen, so y'all know this Saturday is

rapper T Villa's birthday party, right?

- I like his shit, and...

- And the bar makes about
150,000 or more that night.

- Okay, so what does
that have to do with us?

- So how much money do you got left

after that Walter situation?

- None.

- I mean, my bills is paid up for a while,

and once I get a decent
job I'll be all right.

- So don't you think if you
hit a big lick like this

your bills a be paid up

and you wouldn't have to worry

about anything, possibly
invest or something?

What you think?

- Shit, I think that sounds good.

- Me too.

- Exactly.

We can rob the bar.

- I think we taking this
a little too far now.

I mean, Walter was a bad person,

and we got away the first time.

But now y'all wanna rob a
bar, a business establishment?

I don't know about that.

I don't think I want that kinda karma

on me and my baby.

I might not be able to do this one.

- So you think Vinny is a good person.

He has harassed every woman
in that bar, pressuring them

to have sex with him.

And he's even harassed me
on countless occasions.

- Wait, wait are you serious?

So did he hurt you sis?

- No, but he tried.

Fuck Vinny and that bar.

Let's get that bag.

I know his whole routine
and the layout of that bar.

- Shit, for a 150 grand I'm down.

- And you know I don't
need much convincing.

I'm in.

- Crystal?

- I mean, he tried to hurt my sister.

And he's made other women
sell their bodies, so I'm in.

- Hey, I like what you called us

in the group text, "the bag girls."

- Yeah The Bag Girls, that's dope.

- It's nice.

- Yeah, The Bag Girls, but listen ladies.

We gotta come up with a couple code names

before we go in that building.

Y'all cannot make a
mistake and call me "Nola"

or my ass is dead.

- Look I know what we can do.

We can call each other code
names like colors, like

Ms. Pink, Ms. Yellow, like
they did in "Reservoir Dogs,"

the Quentin Tarantino movie.

- Fuck Quentin Tarantino.

- You know what I got it.

We call ourselves the Bag Girls right.

Why don't we just name
ourselves after designer bags?

- All right.

- I like that idea.

- Well y'all can call me "Ms. Gucci."

- Yeah that figures.

- Well if you Ms. Gucci,
I'm definitely Ms. Louie.

- I could see that.

I could see that.

- Okay, okay, okay, it's my turn.

I'm Ms. Fendi.

- All right now Ms. Fendi bag.

I see you, girl.

- Hold up.

All you bitches got top designer names.

What I'm supposed to be called?

- Hold on cuz, I got the
perfect name for you.

See, the name that match your
personality is Ms. Coach.

You know you love a good coach bag.

- Look y'all think y'all funny.

I fucks with coach, and I got
a coach bag on me right now.

- Man I'm just gassing you cuz.

I got the perfect name
for you, Ms. Chanel.

- Okay I could see that.

I like that.

Shit but on the real though, we gotta grab

some more of those cleaner jumpsuits.

I been got rid of the old ones.

- No, I'll get us some fly
ass shit that'll spook Vinny

and those bouncers too.

- Bouncers, wait what
we gonna do about them?

Do they carry guns?

- From what my boy Reggie told me,

the bartender, is that
they keep a 12 gauge

in Vinny's office to walk him to the car.

But other than that there's
no guns allowed in that club.

- Bouncers too?

- Bouncers too.

- How many bouncers we talking about here?

- So if we strike at the
right time, we're only dealing

with four bouncers, and on my way

out I could unlock that
emergency dancer door upstairs.

- We might need
a little more steel

to get everybody to cooperate.

Two pistols ain't gonna
get the job done this time.

- Right.

And I got the right
person to call for that.

- Hey man where your people at,

'cause these niggas looking real serious?

- Relax, we good.

- Bro I see you staring all hard.

I just wanna let you know you ain't

the only one strapped in this bitch.

Oh you think I'm fucking playing.

- Jesus save us.

- No ain't no white
Jesus coming to save you.

- Jake is that you?

- At ease man, at ease.

- Scared as fuck.

Your goons had us shook out here.

- Ain't nobody shook.

- You gonna come here and give me a hug

damn, you acting like that girl.

Introduce me to your girls.

- So this is Dee.

I mean, this is Ms. Gucci.

This is Ms. Fendi.

And that little hot head
over there, Ms. Chanel.

- Okay, that's what's up.

Well I go by the name of Jake, all right.

I'll be the middle name to y'all

and any street shit that
y'all might need, you dig?

I heard y'all looking for some heat.

- Right.

- Can you explain to us
what each one of these do?

- Of course I can.

Now this right here is
some nice little 45,

you dig, standard weapon, nothing crazy.

But now you got the AK-47.

Now this baby originated in Russia, used

by the Soviet Union.

Then adopted by your average
American gang banger, used

for shootouts, drive-by's,
simple shit like that.

But I guarantee you it'll put a hole

in a motherfucker real quick.

AR-15, America's most
beloved and hated weapon.

Now this thing has been
used all over the world

to invade other countries and create war

and shit like that.

Then adopted by your
average American white boy

who felt some type of way

because their supervisor
passed them up for promotion.

Mowing down on cheerleaders

and shit like that for
calling him a fat geek back

in 11th grade biology.

This baby, double barrel 12-gauge shotgun.

Now it's the cheapest of the group,

but it's the most reliable.

- That bitch look old as a motherfucker,

but if it's cheap and
it's the most reliable,

we gonna take that for sure.

- And it won't jam on
you, easy to conceal.

Plus you got multiple ammo options for it.

Personally, I like the buckshot slugs.

- What are buckshot slugs?

- Well the buckshot slug is
when you put the buckshot

in the first pipe, clear the area

out, put the slug in the second pipe

to put a hole in a nigga ass

if he don't comply,
guaranteeing that the next

nigga won't make the same mistake.

- So how much you gonna
charge for all this?

- Shit you want ammo with it too?

- Hell yeah.

- Normally I charge 2,500,
but for you 21 is cool.

And I throw in some ammo for you for free.

- Sounds like a deal to me.

- All right bet.

Let's rack it up.

We can go in the back,
and I can show you how

to use this shit.

Cool?

- Cool.
- All right, let's do it.

- Damn baby, you wanna get a hotel room

or something, do something later tonight?

- Yeah I'm have to hit the ATM though--

- That's fine with me.

You spending well.

Damn daddy why you stop tipping?

- What the fuck?

This is fucked up.

- Why the fuck is the music still playing?

Why's the stripper still in there man?

- I think he out there trying
to bang something boss.

- Oh yeah, yeah, yeah I used

to be like that too, man, trying to fuck.

But hey man, get them up outta here.

Man we gotta get this bag up outta here.

Bank get this deposit.

- Let's go baby.
- You got me.

- Come on.

- Take the rest of that.

Oh shit shoot.

- Oh we gonna die.

- Calm the fuck down.

Ms. Fendi shut up.

- That's not my name.

Don't call me that.

- Vinny just ran out
the back door with the money.

Go pull the car right now to the garage.

Go get the fucking car right now.

Go get the car now.
- Okay.

- Get the fuck down.

Give me the bag.

- No.

Motherfucker.

What the fuck?

- Fucking right, that shit
was livest shit I seen

in my fucking life.

Bag Girls, who want it?

Who next?

- I need a drink.

Who want one?

- Shit me, that shit was crazy.

- Me too, and I don't want none
of that weak ass wine shit.

I want some hard fucking liquor.

- Crystal come on.

Come have a drink with us.

- No, I'm done.

- What you mean you're done?

I ain't even poor nothing yet.

- No I'm done.

I'm done with all this with y'all.

I can't live like this.

I can't do this with y'all anymore, man.

I just can't.

I mean, we were just in a shootout.

And we were the bad guys.

And then I see this
nigga pointing a pistol

at my sister and pull the trigger.

And she shot him.

- That shit was gangsta.

- No it wasn't.

That shit was insane.

Nola, I love y'all too, but
I can't do this anymore.

- Well sis, let me talk to you.

You're our good luck charm.

Now out of all of us, you were

the only one that done
right our whole life.

If it wasn't for you, I
wouldn't even be alive tonight.

And when Vinny pulled that
pistol out on me I was gone,

but the only reason why I wasn't,

because you screamed out "no"

and that nigga flinched.

And that's the only reason why he missed.

But you know what was crazy
when you ran up in that building

and cracked that security guard

in the head with that
stick that shit was epic.

We need you.

- I know sis, but I'm sorry
I just can't do it anymore.

- I respect that.

But listen you still want your cut though?

- Hell yeah.

- Eat up bitches.

- $187,000.

Not bad for one night's work ladies.

- Shit I can't believe I'm

about to take homoe 47,000 in cash.

- Nice.

Real nice.

- Hop in nigga.

- What's up Nard?

You got that.

- Here you go.

Copping your first big.

You moving up out here in the streets.

- Look when I go through
this eight I'm a holler

at you for the rest of this brick.

- Hey I ain't gotta count this, do I?

- Nigga do whatever the fuck you want.

You know where I be at.

- Old raggedy bitch.

Think she all that, because
she got on a new outfit.

I remember her whole family
used to smell like pee.

That's crazy as a motherfucker.

- Ms. Drake I gotta say.

This right here is a
real unexpected surprise.

- Call me Nola from here
on out Professor Jackson.

I appreciated your help so
much, from free tutoring

and everything that you've done for me.

So I figured that this is
the least that I can do

to show you my appreciation.

- Well thank you Nola.

And from here on out just call me Damon.

- Okay Damon.

- Well listen, I gotta be honest.

This whole tutoring thing
I had some ulterior motives

behind it, and right now
I'm just kinda wanting

to get to know you more
on a personal level.

So why don't you tell me
how you feel about that?

- My question to you is Damon wanna fuck?

- Waiter check please.

- Please Todd just leave us alone.

Just stop, you're scaring the baby.

- Crystal open the door.

I just wanna talk, and I
need to borrow some money.

- Some money, some money.

You haven't helped with shit
since the baby's been born.

You don't even come to
see her or anything.

Now you want some fucking money.

No I'm taking care of our baby.

I don't have the money for you Todd.

- Quit lying.

You know my sister called me.

She said she saw you at the
mall shopping, buying clothes

for you and the baby.

And she said you walked out
of there with hella bags.

- Your sister.

You know what Todd if you don't get

away from my door, the police is coming.

- Bitch you sound stupid.

We live in Miami.

Ain't nobody coming for this bullshit.

You 12th on the list.

Now open the goddamn
door before I kick it in.

- You know what you right.

But I do know how to call though.

- Hello.

Todd's doing what?

Hold on let me call the girls.

Fuck, piece of shit.

- Hello.

Her baby daddy trying to beat her ass.

Come pick me up.

- Crystal.

Crystal.

- I hate you Todd.

- Frigerator and freezer full of food.

It ain't not one shut-off
notice on this counter.

I don't know.

That's not like you Crystal.

- Please get out of my house.

I hate you Todd.

- Crystal.

Crystal I just saw the
clothes that my sister said

she saw you with, and I
went through your closet,

and it's a lot of new shit

in there, some shit
that I ain't never seen,

some name brand shit too.

So you definitely got you some money.

You got three seconds to open
this door before I kick it in.

Three, two.

- Hey sis.

You can come out now.

- I bet you glad we got these guns today.

- Come on, come on man.

Hey what y'all arresting me for?

They the ones with the guns in there.

- These pretty young ladies.

Bring your--

- Come on man, hey.

Easy man, what's...

- Here.

Got something, take it.

Take this, in case this nigga
try to be on some bullshit.

Hello.

- Nola baby.

Why you ain't been to the
club in a minute girl?

I miss you.

What's up?

- You know I quit the club life right.

Yeah.

I went back to school
just like we talked about.

I mean, and that's about it.

- Look check this video
I'm about to send you.

- What's that got to do with me?

- I know that was you and
your home girls in that video.

Yeah, yeah, yeah but
fuck all of that shit.

I got a job for you.

Yeah one of my associates told me

about a play that's about to happen.

500,000 easy.

- So why you and your
crew just can't do it?

- What?

Come on now.

Look I done did too much
shit out on these streets.

All right, people know me.

But you and your home girls,
y'all got a fresh face.

The local drug dealers chopping

up the shipment got cracks in their crew.

They weak as fuck.

That's how I got the address.

But the Cubans bringing
the dope in, yeah, they new

to the city, and they got hella rep

back in their hometown.

So don't take the dope, just the money.

- This should be a start
of a good relationship.

- All right, well as long
as this work is right,

it's gonna be a beautiful relationship.

- Rocko as you say, the
work speaks for itself.

- Speaks for itself, but look.

This 500,000.

It's all in big bills
just like you requested.

- Okay, it's all there.

- That's what I'm talking about Rocko.

- All right, look, this
should all move pretty fast.

I'm a follow up with you in
a month for the re-up, yeah.

Yeah, this shit nice.

Let's check this shit out.

- It's a set up.
- Calm the fuck down.

- It's a set up.
- Look this ain't on us.

- What the fuck Rocko?
- This ain't on us.

Calm the fuck down.

- Fucking Rocko
shot me in the dick.

- Luis.

- Oh shit, motherfucker.

- Don't touch my fucking money.

- I got the money.

- What the fuck you
about to do with that?

- I'm taking this shit.

- Fuck it, grab it.

Let's go.

- Bitches better not.

My dope.

What the fuck you doing?

- 133,000 cash all mine.

- But why the fuck do we got this too?

- Shit it was right there for the taking.

And I couldn't help myself.

- And Jake said take
the money, not the dope.

What are we gonna do with all this?

- Sell it.

Shit, y'all might not be
drug dealers, but I am.

And with this much dope, shit,

I could be like Griselda
Blanco, the cocaine godmother.

- Bitch are you crazy?

- Oh so y'all talking about
the cocaine black widow.

That bitch is dead.

And everybody that fucked
with her is dead too.

Do you want that to be us?

- Wait, so it's okay if we rob
the black man, the brothers.

But as soon as we hit a lick

on some white motherfuckers,
then y'all get scared.

Man fuck them foreign motherfuckers.

I'm all about a dollar.

What the fuck is 50 cent?

- Daisy what the fuck
are you talking about?

- I'm talking about I saw an opportunity

to get the whole thing, not half.

We got the whole pie now.

- But Jake said do not--

- Man fuck Jake.

Man we The Bag Girls.

We run this shit.

- How'd that go?

- It went well.

I mean, we made it out safe.

Yeah, we got your cut.

- Good, real good.

And you can drop that
off to me in the morning.

Good job my baby.

- But one small thing.

We also got that work.

- What?

Man what the fuck?

- I don't fucking know.

Shit just happened.

- Man that's a bad move, a real bad move.

- I mean, but listen,
if you help us sell it,

we'll give you a nice little cut.

How does that sound?

- I don't usually do that, all right.

But I'll make a few phone calls.

Fuck Nola.

Hey y'all should lay low.

Take a vacation or something.

- Yeah that's smart.

So I'm thinking Vegas.

- I'll see you in the morning.

Dumb ass broads.

Fuck.

- Look, I'm a need 17, five for this.

If you go through it quick,
they got more on deck.

- Damn Daisy, you coming up quick.

- Look go hard or go home little nigga.

I'm about to go out a time for a minute.

When I get back I'm a fuck with you.

- Hello.

Yeah this is she.

Yes I'm still interested.

I'm available that day and time.

Okay, thank you.

Okay, see you then.

- What up though.

Yeah, hell yeah.

We ready when you ready.

Cool.

And just make sure you
have that cash my homie.

All right, bet.

- Out of the car.

Get out of the fucking car, man.

Do you wanna die?

- Hell no.

Goddamn man.

- Come on.

- Yeah hello.

- Hey, that play went through.

Yeah 350 cash.

- They bringing $350,000 cash.

- I'm a have it Friday.

- Thanks Jake.

I'll see you this Friday.

Fuck yeah.

Fuck yeah.

- Hello.

- Dee.

- What's up girl?

- We got the 350,000 cash.

Yeah, 350,000 cash.

This Friday.

So listen, call Daisy, and
let her know what's up.

- I haven't heard from her
since we got back from Vegas.

Have you?

- No.

As long as we can find her by Friday

so we can split this cash up, we good.

Don't even trip.

So girl let me hit you back.

I'm about to call Crystal.

I haven't heard from her
since we got back from Vegas.

- So how was that Vegas trip?

You know I wanna see all
them pics and videos, right?

- Come over Friday.

- Yeah my interview is tomorrow morning.

Yes so I'm so excited.

- You getting that new job.

- It's just an interview.

I don't have the job yet.

- You'll get it.

Just think positive.

- You're a tough one, aren't you?

- Bitch I'm down with the Boobie Boys.

Ain't no snitches here.

- Yeah?

Well motherfucking shit.

- Hey, nice try cuz.

You got the money?

- You just cost me a hundred dollars puta.

- Hey why don't you let

a real professional take care of this?

- Aye.

- Now.

The cocaine.

Where did you find the cocaine?

Where did you find the cocaine?

- What the fuck?

- Pull up on me tonight.

You know I'm spending,
club King of Diamonds,

club King of Diamonds,
club King of Diamonds.

Look, don't meet me there, beat me there.

You know I'm spending.

Oh my God.

Nola.

This bitch Daisy done lost her mind.

- Wow stop beating
on my door like that.

- Bitch we gotta talk.

- What's up?

The Bag Girls, what's up?

- Man this serious.

- You saw my new Stingray.

- Yeah that's the reason why we here now.

- Okay, what's up?

- Now you buying new cars.

You posting money.

You putting that shit all on the Gram.

That's not cool.

- Okay and?

- And Nola talk to her.

I can't right now man.

- Daisy look.

We're still not in the clear
from these fucking Cubans.

We can't be out here
spending a whole lot of money

and then posting that
shit on the internet.

You get killed for shit like that.

- Look we good.

I'm good.

Fuck.

I'm just trying to spend a
little bit of this money.

- Cuz.

- Don't cuz me now Dee.

See ever since you got married you moved

in your big ass house,
your fancy foreign cars,

your red bottom shoes
while people like me,

shit we just trying to survive.

This my first time coming
up on some real money.

Let me spend that shit.

- Nobody is saying that
you can't spend no money,

but not right now.

We can't afford to be too flashy.

It's just drawing too much
unnecessary attention to us.

The Cubans.

- Nola fuck them Cubans.

You know I'm ready for whatever.

- Man Nola let's go.

We can't talk to her right now.

This bitch drunk.

- Look y'all just hit
me when the money come

in from them bags.

Shit, and if it don't come

in too soon, I'll buy some bricks off it.

You know I got the money.

Now get out my fucking house.

- Be at my place Friday evening

and come get your cut.
- Man fuck y'all.

- Bye.

- What the fuck?

- Come here.

- Let's take her inside.

- That's Daisy.

She about to pull up in a minute.

- Good.

Oh shit.

That must be her right now.

Who is it?

- It's me.

It's Daisy.

- Hey Daisy.

What the fuck?

- Come on.

Keep walking.

Come on.

- You two sit down.

- Pussy ass white boy.

- That's funny.

- What do we have here Tito?

Look, there's our money.

- You brought these motherfuckers here.

- Fuck no man.

They read the fucking texts.

Fucking address was
programmed in their phone.

- Ladies.

There's no time for bickering.

Our money seems to be
two or $300,000 short.

So if there is no more
pero, where the hell is

the rest of the coca
you stole from my boss?

- What fucking coke man?

- It's all gone.

It's all gone.

- Gone.

Aye, where to mommy?

Do you recall?

Don't you recall?

- I fucking sold it, and the
money's on the fucking table.

Look inside.

- That's it.

- Right.

- That's it.

So drug dealers.

You expecting company?

- No.

- Let it ring bitch.

- Look, this all the money we got here.

But if you let me go, I got
like $200,000 at the crib.

I could bring it back to you.

Man that should make
us whole for the drugs.

- It should make us whole for the cocaine.

But the fact that you
shot my family members.

What do you think the price
is to make us whole for that?

- Man, we ain't shoot nobody.

- You're a good liar.

- Hey Cheva.

If she has $200,000 cash,

then that probably means that these two

probably have the same thing.

- Sounds about right to me cousin.

So this is your place.

Where is the money?

Get up.

- No.
- Get up you bitch.

- No.

No.
- Get up.

- No.

- Get up.
- No.

- Get up.

- What the hell is going on up in here?

- Mr. Johnson.

- Man they should be sending
goons to look for us real soon.

- So should we pack up and run?

- They ain't no running.

They already know who we
are and our families`.

You want them to pop up on grandma?

- Shit, run.

I never have, and I never will.

- Hey you think you could call Jake

and see where they be at?

- Probably, I don't really know though.

- Well I think it's time
we take the fight to them.

- Let's do it.

- I'm ready.

- Okay, so the club in South Beach?

I know exactly.

Thanks Jake.

This might be our last ride.

And I always wanted to rent
one of those exotic cars

in South Beach, so let's do it.

- Should've heard back from Cheva by now.

- Mateo trust me.

Cheva will come back with good news.

Promise.

- Go see who that is.

- This guy.

I told you he would return.

Cheva come in.

- Tito.

Cheva what the fuck?

- Hang in there.

Hang in there.

- I did good?

- You did good, but come on.

We gotta get up outta here.

Come on .

- I'm going to get the car.

- Mateo.

- Your sister first.

Come on.

- Fucking piece of shit.

Fuck out of here.

Come, first you rob me.

Then you shoot up my fucking club.

Then you kill Mateo.

Fucking whore.

Get the fuck off me bitch.

- Don't trip.

I'm about to get you to
the hospital right now.

- Thank you.

You got shot too.

- Yeah it's just a graze though.

Don't trip.

I'm about to get your sister.

Shit.

- Die.

- You okay?

Stay woke sis.

Fight it.

Sis stay woke.

Don't fall asleep

Crystal.

Crystal.

Hurry up Dee.

Sis stay woke for me.

- So you say they were
trying to carjack you?

- And they must've been.

We just rented that
Bentley for a girls' night.

That's the only reason why

I could think that something
like this would happen.

You know if my friend Crystal is okay?

- Have to check with the doc on that one.

- Your friend is very lucky
you got her here when you did.

She lost a lot of blood,
but she should be okay.

She's regained consciousness,

and you can see her in about an hour.

- Thank you so much doc.

Do you know if my other friend is okay?

- Which one?

It was a car full of
gunshot victims, right.

- Nola Drake, is she okay?

- Yes Ms. Drake will be fine.

We're just starting to
prep her for surgery.

- Thank God.

- I'll be back in a little
while with an update.

- Thanks doc.

- All right.

Can you describe for me
the make, model, color

or year of the vehicle
the shooters were in?

- Look I'm a be honest.

I ain't see shit.

I was high as hell.

My head was back with my eyes closed.

I was just enjoying the weather.

All of a sudden I hear gunshots.

So I ducked to the floor.

When I picked my head up

and the shots stopped, I
realized my friends was hit.

I got grazed in the shoulder,
and we came straight here.

- Wait.

So you're telling me you
didn't see the vehicle at all?

- No.

I was just driving.

Next thing I know this car
pulled up on the side of us.

I seen these lights start
flashing on the side of my eye.

Then I heard the bullets
ricocheting off of the car.

I put my head down.

I put my foot on the peddle,

and I just pressed as hard as I could,

and I just drove.

By the time I looked up
I saw my girls was hit.

And I brought us straight here.

- How'd you get that bloody nose?

- I must've pulled my head
down so fast I hit my nose

on the steering wheel.

- So were they black, Latin,

or white dudes who were
doing the shooting?

- Who said it was dudes?

- Who said it wasn't?

- Look lady, I told you I ain't see shit.

- I know.

I know.

Your eyes were closed, right?

- That's what I said.
- Right, right.

Hey Heard.

- Is there anything you
can tell me, any reason

at all why you think
somebody would wanna do this

to you or your girls?

- I don't know, man, jealousy, envy.

People always want
something that ain't theirs.

- Yeah I know.

It's sad.

Isn't it?

- Yeah, real sad.

- Well here's my card.

I'm Detective Heard.

Give me a call if you
remember anything at all.

Okay?

- All right thank you.

The vault only opens up one time a day.

And that's in three minutes.

Daisy and Crystal y'all take
the two security guards.

- Got it.

- We wanna get in and out.

So if anybody in there try

to play hero, what do we do?

- We lay 'em the fuck down.

- Listen, Dee and I gotta
go in the vault, okay.

We can't waste any time at the tellers.

All y'all gotta do is watch out

for the security and the people.

Understood?

- Yeah, understand.

- Good.

- Ladies, y'all ready?

Let's do this.

Masks down.

- Let's do this shit.

- Bag Girls, let's get this money.