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♪ Put your heart, fuck it up

- ♪ Body cold
- ♪ Frosty

- ♪ And I'm so
- ♪ Bossy

- ♪ Ain't I so
- ♪ Saucy

- ♪ And my clothes
- ♪ Cost me

♪ Life of the party

♪ Always get it started

- ♪ Ain't I so
- ♪ Bossy

♪ Ain't I so? ♪

♪ And I can fuck some cash up
If I want to

- ♪ Fuck it up
- ♪ Body cold ♪

♪ Ain't I so saucy

♪ And my clothes cost me

♪ December cold
Walk by feel the draft

♪ Lil booty's mine
Don't need a lot of ass... ♪

♪ And I got my own cash

♪ I don't need no nigga
Only thing I needs a bag

♪ Hood and I'm bougie
Gucci on my booty

♪ Poppin like a toolie You
ain't poppin' Need to cool it

♪ Just cash up with my jeweler Why
you stuck here Looking stupid... ♪

♪ Cause he choosin'

♪ Diamonds on me And they
dancing Just like Chris... ♪

♪ Got me walking with a limp

♪ I'm a fly chick
Hop up on and take a trip

♪ These Jimmy Choos That's
on my feet They cost a grip ♪

Yeah. Fuck, fuck.
Yeah. Robert.

Fuck, fuck.
Oh. Robert. Robert.

Yeah. Fuck, fuck.
Yeah. Robert.

Shit. Fuck, fuck.

Fuck.

Real Talk.
What's your question for Dame?

- Ya'll got any job openings?
- Okay. Hold on.

- Real Talk.
- I cut my hand.

I think I need an ambulance.

No, bro. You gotta call 911.
We don't do that here.

Real Talk.
What's your question for Dame?

- Think my girlfriend been cheating.
- Okay.

Hold on.

Real Talk.
What's your question for Dame?

Ey, my girl took my car.

- Say what?
- My girl stole my car.

Baby, you gotta
turn down your radio.

My girl took my car.

- Why's that important?
- Had my weed in the trunk.

Today as I journey through life,

I commit to having order
over every aspect of my life.

I endeavor to achieve balance and to
express harmony so I may extend compassion.

Today I will display reciprocity
and I will walk in justice

in order that
I may stand in truth.

Lord, I come humbly before your
presence, trusting you with all my heart.

It is my desire not to lean
on my own understanding,

but to acknowledge you
in all my ways.

Therefore, O Lord, I pray that you take
pleasure in me and direct my steps.

Be a lamp unto my feet and be a light
unto my path as I go about my day-to-day,

so that in all, I will bring
glory to your name.

In Jesus's name I pray, Amen.

♪ Same group of...
Ain't no adding to the picture

♪ Drop a couple racks
Watch this... get bigger

♪ Drinkin' on liquor
And I'm lookin' at your...

♪ If his money right
He can eat it like a Snicker

♪ I ain't got time
For you fake...

♪ Talkin' all loud in them
Fake... clothes

♪ Fake... shoes
Match their fake... ♪

- How's the board?
- Looking good.

Hey, do you think it would be possible
for me to do a segment of the show today?

It's Dame's show.

♪ Act up
You can get snatched up

♪ Act up
You can get snatched up

♪ Dirty... nails, baby girl
You need to back up

♪ It's Yung Miami
And I came to run my sack up

♪ Tired... on my page
Tryna track us

♪ Brand new chain
City Girls goin' platinum

♪ I keep a baby Glock I ain't
fightin' With no random... ♪

Coffee?

- Thanks.
- Didn't know what kind you like but I just got you.

New York regular.

Double cream, double sugar.
That's fine.

♪ I bet your lil' sister
Wanna look like me

♪ I bet your lil' brother
Wanna... on me

♪ Hood bitch, good pussy
I ain't average

♪ Um, he can't come around
Without that cabbage ♪

♪ Um, pop a pussy bitch quick
Like a bubblegum... ♪

Well, I'm Oliver James, Candace.

And I'm from the district,
I'm from downtown.

I'm here to evaluate
your performance tonight.

I'm gonna write up
a little report in the morning.

So, this is serious?

I'm going to evaluate
your performance.

I could lose my job?

We're all in danger
of losing something, right?

- We're all in danger of losing something?
- Right.

- Can I play the radio?
- Sure.

♪ Don't obey the rules

♪ We go against the grain We fight
the system Until no one is a slave

♪ I'm the fight in
I rise in a crisis... ♪

Twenty seconds.

♪ I'll show 'em
Where the fight is

♪ I'm the leader
Of the pack... ♪

Fifteen seconds.

It's Real Talk.

Ten seconds.

Five.

Four. Three.

Two. One.

Now, from the heart, the hottest
talk in Hollywood. Real money, life.

Leader of the new school,
voice of the young struggle.

Real Talk, with Dominique
the Dame.

It will be Valentine's Day
in 24 hours.

A Black History Month exclusive.

And for those of you who aren't aware
of this time-honored day of amour,

it began as a day
of public worship

for the Christian saints
named Valentinus.

Today, Saint Valentine's Day
is an official feast day

for the Christian churches,
a religious holiday.

This may come as a shock to
women who believe it's all about

getting designer handbags,
stilettos and diamonds,

or men who think it's a good idea to
convince their girl to have anal sex,

or engage in a menage a trois.

Nonetheless,
in the 18th century,

the holiday evolved
into a celebration

on which lovers express
their affection for each other

by presenting flowers,
chocolates and greeting cards.

- Aw.
- That's the most romantic news tonight.

Welcome Angelenos
to another hot night in hell.

Tonight, Clifford Anderson was shot 21 times
while waiting in his car on a public street

to drive his 15-year-old daughter
home from a school dance.

Clifford Anderson was unarmed
and now he's dead.

It was reported
the officers involved

believed Clifford's phone was
a gun and they felt threatened.

Law enforcement officials also
reported that the officers acted within

the guidelines of deadly force.

By this standard, any Black male
with a phone is a threat.

Pulitzer Prize-winning screenwriter
David Mamet once wrote,

"We live in a world
ruined by reason."

No truer words
have ever been written.

He went on to write,

"If you take the faith out of religion,
you have a wasted Sunday morning.

"If you take the belief out of
law, all you have is litigation.

"And if you take the ritual out of celebration,
all you have is President's Day."

To which I would like to add,

"If you take the morality out of
the Los Angeles Police Department,

"all you have are terrorists
assassinating Black men."

We're in a free-fall,
boys and girls.

It's the night before Valentine's
Day, Black History Month.

On one hand tonight, we have love.
On the other hand, hate.

That's where we are right now.
Love and hate.

The struggle is real.
And we've got to straighten this mess out.

We have to talk more.
Words have power.

So, it's with great pride and
purpose that I ask you to call me

and let's have a real talk.

Jeremy, you're on Real Talk.
What's on your mind?

Excuse me,
but I just wanna vent.

Go ahead.
That's what I'm here for.

I'm your priest, your shrink,
your bartender, barber, flash mob. Hit me.

I hate when you in
a jam and you call somebody

and it takes them, like,
forever to call you back.

Let me break this down
like a Kit Kat.

Phone protocol 101 for dummies.

If I call you,
I expect a call back within 48 hours,

unless you're dead,
hospitalized, or in jail.

And, no, I'm not posting bail.

If you do call after 48 hours,
you're not calling me back,

it's a what? A new call.

So if this is you,

please excuse me if I forgot why
I called you in the first place.

Annoying. For real.

Hashtag knock it the fuck off.

Real Talk, Tracey.

Hi, I'm Tracey.

Good for you.
What's poppin'?

It's my boyfriend
Avery's birthday.

Happy birthday, Avery.

Can I sing a song
for his birthday?

What are you, high?

No, I only had
a wine cooler.

I'm sorry, Tracey.
This is a talk show, not a talent show.

This is Dominique the Dame. Leader of the
new school, voice of the young struggle.

- Who am I talking to?
- Rick the Republican.

You're a cool piece of work.
I like your style.

Thank you very much.
What's bothering you, Rick?

What's with Black people
and the N-word?

Okay, Rick. Let's entertain your fifth-grade
intellectual exercise in Social Studies.

Black people don't have a problem
with the N-word. Racists do.

- It's not that simple.
- It really is that simple, Rick.

If you're Black, you can use the word.
If you're not, you can't.

- Did I say that too fast, or do I need to repeat it?
- It's not fair. It's in songs.

Not fair to who?

The only people beyond Black
people who want to use the word

are closet racist who wanna get their
bigoted rocks off by covertly singing it.

I'm sorry if that makes you uncomfortable,
but you weren't a part of that struggle,

so you don't get to say it,
or sing it. Simple.

Chip, you're on Real Talk.
What's bothering you?

I think the liberals made the
whole thing up about global warming.

Well, the topic is "Valentine's
Day, Black History Month."

Love or hate, Chip.

You probably don't even
know what global warming is.

Because having been educated at UCLA
and Stanford, I'm exceptionally stupid?

Then you know global warming
is just a bunch of hot air.

I don't know anything about global
warming, or flooded rail lines,

frequent droughts,
and a rash of wildfires

impacting the country
for no apparent reason.

But... I do know
what good sex is.

What does good sex
have to do with...

Tomorrow is Valentine's Day.
Quit throwing shade and work with me, Chip.

You've had good sex
before, right?

I'm gonna have some as soon
as I get off this phone.

So, you know what
it's like when you get it going.

Your back is arched. Stroke is strong.
Rhythm, consistent.

Got everything going for you

and it feels so good.

Yeah, buddy Dame.
You know what it is.

I be beating that thing about.

Hitting that spot.

Sweat just dripping.

And you shoot all that energy
up into your girl.

Mm-hmm.

Wham, bam. Magic, ma'am.

Nine months later,
and you got what?

Hell, a baby?

That's how
my first baby was born.

See, your dick
is putrid and toxic, Chip.

- Toxic? What the hell is that?
- Global warming.

What does my dick
have to do with global warming?

You can't keep screwing the world
and expect nothing to happen.

Amy, you're part of the Real Talk equation.
What's the math?

Oh, my God. Is that you?

Do you know who you are?

Yeah. I don't have
a secret identity.

I love you.
You're awesome.

I really am quite amazing,
aren't I?

Me and everyone at the Pink
Kitty are so proud of you.

We listen to you all the time.

Except when we're on stage.

You're our inspiration.

Thank you very much.
Do I know you?

No. I started working at the
Pink Kitty after you left.

But my stage name is Frances.

You know, Jennifer Grey
from Dirty Dancing.

I love her so much.

Can we go to lunch, Dame,
and hang out?

Sorry, Amy.
I've got enough stalkers.

Dame?

Hello?

Hello?

Real Talk.

Hi, Dame. I'm Theresa.
I need your help.

Mommy, I want some water.

No, baby. You'll wet the bed.
Go to sleep, sweetie.

Okay, what's up, Theresa,
besides your daughter?

I'm sorry.

I gotta ask you something 'cause
I'm confused. I need your help.

All right. Let's have
a come-to-Jesus moment.

Okay, um...

Okay. My boyfriend wants
to make a sex tape with me.

Uh, this is getting kind of NC-17.
My nipples are getting hard.

He says that we can make
a lot of money from it.

Why? Is he famous?

No, he's just a bouncer at the club.
He works the doors.

Oh, a guardian
of the velvet rope.

Um, are you famous?

To my daughter, yeah.

I'm gonna keep it
100, Theresa.

If you're not famous, you're not making
a sex tape, you're making a porno.

- Well, Oren says that...
- Who's Oren?

- My boyfriend.
- Oh.

♪ Mr. everything
Is gonna be all right ♪

He says I look nice.
And we'll become famous once we do it.

Maybe even get
a reality show just like...

Beyond the fact
that most of the people

who become famous off of
these things are an anomaly,

don't you aspire to be more than
an onscreen penis warmer?

That's why I'm calling, 'cause
I need a second opinion, Dame.

You can make a lot of money
from sex tapes.

First of all, all money
isn't good money.

And second of all, if your man is trying
get you to exploit your vagina for money,

he's not your man.
He's your pimp.

Third, and most important, is that really the
example you wanna set for your daughter?

No. It's not a good idea, is it?

Not even in a dream.

You're right.

Oh, shit. That's Oren. He's going to
trip if he knows I'm talking to you.

Who are you talking to?

I ain't talking to nobody.

Nobody, huh?

What do you mean
you ain't talking to nobody?

I heard your voice on the damn
radio when I'm driving home.

You don't think I know your voice?

Stupid-ass trick.

911,
what's your emergency?

Hi, this is Rocket. I'm calling
from NU American Radio.

We have an emergency.
I need you to trace a call.

If you know like I know, you better
stay the hell out of my business, trick!

I got your trick.

And you should know you going to
jail for assaulting that woman.

You wanna talk about assault?

I'll come down
to that radio station

and show you
what real assault look like.

You don't wanna
with me, Oren.

I'm not Hollywood, I'm neighborhood
and I'll fuck your punk-ass up.

How you gone' tell my bitch
not to make the sex tape,

But you over there working the
pole over there at the Pink Kitty

- butt naked for loose change.
- Was that meant to humiliate me?

It's the truth.
I'm calling a hoe a hoe.

That was meant to humiliate me.

It's not what someone calls you,
Oren, but what you answer to,

and right now,
you're answering to me.

I own your punk ass.

Yes, I do. I own you.

'Cause if I didn't,
you'd hang up.

But you won't,
'cause you need me.

Worship me.
You wanna be like me.

I'm relevant and you're not.

And you think if you make a sex tape
you'll be relevant, to somebody, somewhere,

- but you won't.
- You think you so smart.

Look, I know what you look like.

I know where you live, and I know
you go jogging around the canyon.

I got all that.
From the Internet.

And I don't go jogging
or workout,

but I do keep one in the chamber
for you loudmouth-ass bitches.

I'm all prayed up, Oren. So give it your best shot.

Jorge, you're on Real Talk.

Oye, ola, Dominique.

Si, si. Yes. Yes.

My night
just keeps getting better.

Would you forgive
a blunt question?

That's what
I live for, Jorge.

What are you wearing?

Why are you so interested in what I'm wearing, Jorge?

Si.

Are you jerking off, Jorge?

Pulling your trigger
without a target?

Si!

Send a towel out to Jorge.
Senor Sticky Fingers.

Glad I could provide a public
service to the deviant and perverse.

Sanitize the phone lines
and set fire to the room.

We'll be back in a flash
with more of Real Talk,

more calls,
and more Dominique the Dame.

Did the police arrest dude?

Poor girl refused
the press charges.

You can't save them all.

NU American Radio,

leader of the new school,
voice of the young struggle.

It's Real Talk. Joe, you're on
with Dominique the Dame.

Are you a fan of, uh,
Dr. Martin Luther King?

I don't have his new album,
he hasn't won a Grammy,

but he has won
a Nobel Peace Prize,

Presidential Medal of Freedom
and Congressional Gold Medal.

That's the problem with you, Dame.
You think everything is a joke.

I think you're a joke

if you expect me march with you
and your peoples on city hall

over Clifford Anderson.

Now that you got a job
on the radio,

you full of yourself,
you think you're too good to march.

I thought you were the self-proclaimed
leader of the new school.

Real money life. The voice
of the young struggle.

I am, that doesn't
make me an idiot.

You're not for protesting the unjust
persecution of African-American

across this country
like Clifford Anderson?

- Of course, I am. Are you?
- I'm planning to march.

That ain't gonna do nothing but wear
out your shoes and get you arrested.

Eh, we know to outsmart those fools.
We don't get arrested.

We got permits and designated
areas to protest in.

That doesn't sound
like a protest.

That sounds like a picnic
and selfie opportunities.

At least we out here trying
to create awareness.

There's something wrong with
the Los Angeles police codes.

Eric Garner, Michael Brown,
Alton Sterling.

You don't think people are
aware there's a problem?

And that's not worth
marching for?

If Martin Luther King
were here right now,

he'd say this marching shit
isn't worthy of us.

It isn't worthy of our culture.

It isn't worthy of the men and women who
have been victimized and unjustly killed.

Is that what the voice of the young
struggle is about? Not struggling?

Here's the thing, police killed nearly
102 unarmed Black people in 2015.

Nearly twice each week.

Thirty-seven percent of unarmed people
killed by police were Black in 2015

despite Black people being 13%
of the US population.

You don't think people know
that there's a problem.

It's not that they don't know,
it's that they don't care.

Because most wrongful death cases
brought by African-Americans

against law enforcement agencies

settles somewhere between
$300,000 and $2 million.

That's what Black lives
are worth to them.

That's the cost of doing business
the way they do business.

We don't need more marches.
We need more lawyers.

Joe, unless a city like Los Angeles
is forced to fork over so much money

for the wrongful death of a Black life
that it nearly bankrupts the city,

they have no incentive to
change the way they treat us.

I feel you. Money rules everything
around us. You should tell the people that.

I don't know if you were
listening, Joe, but I just did.

Rocket, rock it.

Laura, you're on Real Talk
with Dominique the Dame.

You're a homegrown,
homo-loving nigger, aren't you?

Yes, I am. I'm Black!
That makes it easier.

Wow, she acts like
that was an insult.

Faith is real,
but the devil is busy.

Father Daniels,
you're on Real Talk.

I don't know
how to address you.

I'm sorry?

Do I call you
Dominique, Dame, Dominique the Dame?

Dame is fine, Father.

I appreciate
you taking my call.

Oh, I'll shut
everything down for you.

I'm sorry, Dame,

but I was thinking...

you're just this little girl
in my parish

and now you're on the radio
talking to millions of people.

My luck is real good right now, Father.
I've been blessed.

That you have.

And a lot of people don't know
the good work that you've done,

but I'm here to tell you
Dame has been

a beacon of sunshine
and generosity for our church.

- I don't do curtain calls, Father.
- Oh, nonsense, child.

You're an angel.

A blessing.

And people ought to know that.

Because of your gracious
contribution to our homeless fund,

we were able to provide food
and clothing for many people

who were in need of help
this past holiday season.

It was also a great tax write-off.

And for those of you who don't have a
church home and maybe looking for one,

Father Daniels holds service
every Sunday, 9:00 a.m.

at Sunrise Christian Center,
555 Mountain Valley Road.

Or if you wanna give a helping hand or
maybe throw some dollars at the cause,

he works nightly at the Monroe
Mission on Skid Row, downtown LA.

Well, that was
very thoughtful of you, Dame.

It's a national talk show, Father, and you
never know who needs Christ in their life.

Now may be a perfect opportunity

to talk about abstinence
to your young...

- And maybe not.
- I'd just like to remind them that...

It was nice talking to you, Father Daniels.
God bless and goodnight.

Real Talk, Aisha.

Ey. Ey, I just want
everybody, especially...

especially my dealer
to know that I'm in rehab.

Good for you, 'cause you be
loaded off that good.

Well, you know,
I gotta get mind right.

You know, especially since they
got that paper on me, you know.

Ey, but I wanna give shout outs
to all my people.

Um, to, uh, Fat Boy, to Red Girl, to
Almond hair, and to my boo, um, Tucker...

Is that your crew
or a pack of M&M's?

Well, you know, um, I got to go cold
because they got the paper on them too,

and they don't wanna be
in the building, you know.

But you know what it is,
and they know who they are.

So, what's it like
being in rehab?

Well, you know, I mean,
it's right for me right now

because, uh,
because I had it real bad.

And... and, you know, I was,
like, slidin' down a razor blade

into... a river...
a alcohol river, you know.

You know, there's a lot
of white people in here.

Ey, but you never been
in here before?

I do drugs.
Drugs don't do me, baby.

Aw, that why I love you, like, they don't
know you, that ratchet, God I like...

Oh, okay, okay, okay. So,
who's your favorite rapper?

I'm JAY-Z for life,
but I'm more into them new age rappers.

The type that never sold crack,
or been in jail.

Yeah, you know.
That hustle's what got me in rehab.

But, you know, the corner boys,
they pave the way for them new age rappers.

I mean, you know, we got to stay
and too much people, you know.

I'm not knocking them cats.

But I've heard way too many raps
about moving weight,

gettin' arrested, doing time,
and baby mamas.

I'm ready for something new.
You know what I'm saying?

Yeah, yeah. I feel you. But it's real
out here up in these streets, you know.

What don't come out in the wash,
you know...

definitely come out in the
motherfucking re... you know?

I know what it is.
I got hood in me and proud of it.

I stay connected and I can
get dirty when I have to,

but I keep it locked up
most of the time.

Nickerson Gardens.
Whoopdy-whoops. Nigga, what?

Ey, you know, I want you to know
I got your back

'cause I heard that fool,
you know,

talking about he was gonna get your
info off the Internet, you know, like,

he can talk all he want to,
but I will mobilize my street goons

and, you know, have them release
the fury of the god of the thunder

or ask, you know, like, knives,
and guns, and grenades...

It's always good hearing from you, Aisha.
Much love.

I love you, Dame.
I'll holler later, okay?

Get that monkey off your back.
I'm praying for you. Real Talk.

And we have Seth.
Talk real to me.

My father is pressuring
me to go to college.

What is he doing?
Waterboarding you?

He leaves like, brochures and
shit in my room and around the house.

That doesn't sound
like pressure to me.

It's psychological.
Playing mind games.

Is he making you
pay for college?

He's gonna cover it but I think
I can make it without college.

You know, college ain't
for everybody.

But seriously, how are you
planning on making it?

- You play basketball?
- I'm not into sports.

- Act, rap, sing, dance?
- I don't do any of those.

- Computer genius?
- I play video games, but I'm not really into computers.

I've got confidence in myself. There's
nothing I can't do if I put my mind to it.

You ain't never lied.
But why not put your mind to college?

I ain't trying
to waste four years.

Four years isn't that long. Life is long,
especially if you make the wrong choice.

And I'm not trying to talk trash,
but by and large, on average,

people who go to college tend to have
better lives than those who don't.

There's a lot of people that have
become billionaires without going to college.

Look at Mark Zuckerberg.
He dropped out of college.

It's scary
the way your mind works,

but let's look at
Mark Zuckerberg, Mr. Facebook.

He dropped out of college,
but let's keep it 100.

Mark Zuckerberg wasn't going
to some community college,

vocational,
or correspondence school.

He dropped out of Harvard.

Do you know how hard it is
to get into Harvard, Seth?

You have to be smarter than most of the
world already just to be considered.

What're you
trying to say? I'm not smart?

I'm afraid you've
got it all figured out, Seth.

I just want you to be prepared
in case you're wrong.

There may be some things you
may not get out of life, like,

a house, Ferrari,
designer clothes, Rolex.

If you're okay with the possibility
of not having these things,

God bless and good luck, stupid.

We'll be back in a heartbeat after this
commercial break with more Real Talk.

- Interesting show.
- Yes.

You listen to it a lot?

I work a lot of nights.

This is
Dominique the Dame,

leader of the new school,
voice of the young struggle.

And we've got Eric again,

master of the 40-ounce malt liquor,
the least interesting man in the universe.

You'd never
date a dude like me, huh?

Why? Because you're ugly and
your mother dresses you funny?

'Cause you all
about money.

I like nice shoes, Eric.
Money helps.

Yeah, I already know.
You only date dudes with that paper.

You know what they say.
I can do bad all by myself.

But in my case, I'm doing great by myself.
So, I don't need a man for money.

But it's always great if you
can double your wealth.

See, it's that sarcastic attitude.
Defense mechanism.

That's why you
ain't got no man now.

What is this?
Open mic night for haters?

Well, tell me this, then. Why is it
that most women be havin' man problems?

You ain't had no relationship
with your daddy?

A theory, no doubt,
created by a man.

So, if it's not about money or your
daddy, what you looking for in a man?

You're just creaming
with anticipation

to hear the sorted,
vexing process in which I select the man

who turns the bottom
of my feet into headphones.

Always
knew you was a closet freak.

You got me,
thirst bucket.

Problem is, it's neither sorted or vexing.
It's really quite simple. Fucks and giggles.

Fucks and giggles?

Those are the two most
important things in a relationship.

Fucks and giggles.

You come home from
a bad day at the office,

retail outlet,
fast food drive-through, whatever,

you want a person that can
turn that frown upside down,

make you laugh and
forget about your problems.

- Yeah?
- Yup.

Because a smile and laugh will
get you through the bad times

and there will be
some bad times.

And as far as I know, when all
things are equal in a relationship,

the only reason a person will
step outside that relationship

- is if the sex is wack.
- That's right, babe.

I don't care how much money you
have or how fine you think you are,

a person will risk all that to come
so hard their feet curl into a ball,

pull a muscle in their thigh and
reach for shit that ain't there.

Fucks and giggles, Eric.

If you find a person
with all those qualities,

hold on to them with everything you
have, because you've won.

So, what's good, Mama?
You wanna hook up or what?

You make me wanna touch myself
in bad places.

Oh, my God.
Really?

No. I'm sapio-sexual.

Call me back when you
figure out what that is.

Hello, goodbye.

It's Real Talk, I'm Dominique the Dame.
Jamie, you're on.

That thing you said
about texting is so true.

Which is crazy, because half of adults
have intimate content on their phones.

I'm one of them.
But that doesn't really mean anything.

Because I was on this date last
night, and it was really awkward.

- We was at this hookah lounge.
- You're a hooker?

- No, we were at a hookah lounge. Hookah.
- Right. I'm with you.

For our listeners that don't
know, what's a hookah lounge?

How do you
describe hookah?

I don't know. It's like a bar,

but they have these elaborate pipes on every table

- that people smoke from.
- Marijuana, chronic, kush?

No, just
flavored tobacco.

They sell liquor also if you
wanna get your drink on.

I think Arabs
came up with it.

But it's all about who you're
with and not what's in the pipe.

- And who were you with, Jamie?
- My homeboy, Dre. Andre. It was our first date.

Okay, so y'all get
to the hookah spot.

We get to the hookah spot and
we're sitting across from each other

and it was just awkward, like,
we weren't really talking much,

I wasn't really talking much because it was
our first date, and I was kinda nervous.

So, we're just sitting there staring at
each other for what seemed like forever.

But really, probably more like 40, 45 minutes, Dame.

I kid you not. Dead silent.

Hello? Dame.

- Sorry, I was getting a bikini wax...
- Huh?

- W atching C-SPAN.
- What?

Basketball Wives with the news.
Anyway, what do you think the problem was?

You guys just didn't connect?

See, that's
what's crazy, Dame.

I met him at Whole Foods for a
quick minute, he gave me his number.

I texted him, he responded. I sent him a
sexy picture. He sent me a sexy picture.

- I-wanna-be-a-model half-naked selfie in the bathroom mirror?
- Yeah.

- Six pack?
- Uh-huh.

- You know what? Email me that picture.
- Really?

- Yeah, I wanna see this cat.
- I got the email.

Okay, I'm sending it from my phone.

Oh, my God. Mm.
Wannabe body builder.

Right. You know what it is.
Put your freakin' dress on.

- There is something wrong with you.
- Go hard or go home.

For men who have it,
they know it drives a woman crazy.

For those who don't,
it's a man's lower abdominal muscles

that form a V-line
to his pelvis when he flexes,

made famous by the formerly physically
fit musical artist, D'Angelo.

That's what
I was looking for with dude.

We'd text each other
all day, everyday.

I wake up in the morning
to have a text from him.

"Hello, Sunshine,
hope you have a nice day." Blase, blase.

He'd send me texts
before I crashed out.

"Sleep tight, pleasant dreams,
my princess."

Hearts, smiley faces,
I am lovin' this dude.

I'm talkin'
real boyfriend potential.

- And then, you guys meet.
- And nothing. Zip. Zero.

So, he didn't get
to shoot up the club.

After that, I had
to take him off the guest list,

and tell him to put his gun back
in the holster. Isn't that weird?

Honestly,
it is what it is. Keep it real.

Accept it and expect it, because you
guys never really had a relationship.

Guy wanna tell a woman
something thoughtful and witty,

he googles it and
texts that to her.

She loves it.
"Ooh, he's so charming."

In real life,
you're not that sharp.

You can't excuse yourself
from a situation,

go do some research,
come back with a clever response. No.

End up sitting across from each other at a
hookah spot, 40,45 minutes not saying a word.

Now, that doesn't
make you unusual,

but that's what happens when your entire
method of communication is texting.

It erodes your ability to think,
reason, and react in real time

which leads to a fear to
interact and date. Real Talk.

Everybody
wants life online,

when they should be looking
for life in real life.

And you know what else?

Well, we can keep talking about
this until blood pours from my ears.

I drop dude off, and he tells
me to text him when I get home,

make sure I make it
to the crib okay.

I get home
and forget to text him,

but he doesn't call me to
check on me until the next day.

I could've been dead
in a ditch somewhere

waitin' on him. Hello?

And stop pickin' up
random hoes at Whole Foods.

And we have Mellisa on the line.
What's good?

Are there any exceptions to getting
into heaven if you commit suicide?

It's not like the club. You can't
get into heaven as someone's plus one

because you didn't
follow the rules.

But a lot of things happen
that aren't supposed to.

What happened that
wasn't supposed to?

I went to a party with some boys that I wasn't
supposed to go to. They were older than me.

How'd that turn out
for you, Cinderella?

I drank too much.

There's a reason there's
a legal drinking age, princess.

It was what they call
purple drank.

Codeine, Sprite,
Jolly Ranchers?

Except I think they put something
else in it too...

'cause it made me really groggy.

Next thing I know, there's this
boy on top of me taking off my panties.

I tried to push him off me
but I couldn't.

It's way too much to hope none
of that really happened to you.

First it was one...

and another one...

I didn't know people could
treat people like that.

Please tell me these men
are in jail.

I couldn't remember much.
So, they couldn't prove it.

- Except I'm pregnant now.
- I'm so sorry that happened to you, Mellisa.

How far along are you?

I'm due any day.
But I don't want it.

And I'm Catholic.

- Where do you live?
- In the Valley.

My parents sent me out here to stay
with my uncle to have the baby.

They're ashamed of me.

I know you're going through a hard
time and this is a difficult situation.

- But don't do anything.
- So, I thought I'd just take these pills.

Pills?

Pills? What type of pills?

Vicodin, Percocet... stuff from the medicine cabinet.

Did you take the pills, Mellisa?

All right, tell me where you are,
Mellisa, and I can get you some help.

Mellisa?

Mellisa?

Mellisa!

If anything who knows Mellisa, knows anything
about her, please call us. 555-0100.

Father Daniels,
you're on Real Talk.

Hail, Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women and
blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,

- now and at the hour of death. Amen.
- Amen.

- Thank you, Father.
- Dame, are you okay?

No, but I am working on it, Father.

We have news and weather comin' up. We'll
be back in a flash with more Real Talk,

more calls and more
Dominique the Dame.

Leader of the new school, real money
life, voice of the young struggle.

- I'mma need a minute, Rocket.
- You got it, honey.

- Rocket, how's the board?
- Hot as honey and peppers.

What?

- Where's my phone?
- In your hand.

Right. Got it.

♪ Cake, cake, cake, cake.

♪ Cake, cake

Hello, gorgeous.

You gonna eat all that?

I didn't deserve that.

Are you out
of your fucking mind?

You fucked some other bitch.
She texted me the sex tape.

You wanna see it?

- That's not me.
- Motherfucker, that's you.

You don't think I know
what you look like?

Okay, it's actually me,
but that's before we met.

You're wearing the gold bracelet I
bought you for your birthday last month.

Oh, so you're not gonna
own any of this.

I know you're an asshole,
but it takes a special type of arrogance

to say it is my fault
you fucked some other bitch.

At least
that got your attention!

Seriously, that was a cry for attention?
What are you? Fuckin four?

We haven't had a conversation
for three months, which is ironic

because you talk
to everybody else for a living.

- What are you... We live together.
- No, we occupy the same space.

It's a lot different
than living together.

Good. Because I want you to get
your shit and get the fuck out.

You still don't get it.

You're acting so brand new
right now,

I can't even believe the words
coming out of your mouth.

We're done.
There's nothing to get.

You work from 11 p.m. to 6 a.m.
in the morning.

And when you get home,
I'm out the door, going to work,

and when I get home, you are
going to work, going to the gym,

- too tired, on your period.
- I didn't blindside you, Robert.

I didn't bullshit you. You know I
like to be on the radio at night.

I can feel the energy out there.
No one is using it.

I just tap into it and I'm
reaching out and touching people

in ways I didn't even
know was possible.

- I won't apologize for loving it.
- You should.

I'm a lawyer, I have to go
to work in the daytime.

- This nighttime gig is a choice.
- It's a choice?

You know what? Forget it, Dame. I cannot have a
conversation with you. It's always a battle.

And maybe, if you were less
focused on other peoples' problems,

I wouldn't have to
fuck some random

for you to realize we have
some issues of our own.

Not anymore.
News is, we're done.

Are you sure you wanna do that?

Sixty seconds, Dame.

I made a minor mistake.

And she came at me hard,
and because of where we were at...

I didn't have the fortitude
to resist.

There's a million guys
that wanna fuck me, Robert,

and I have managed to say no.

And you don't say no because of me.
You say no because of this job.

I hate you so much right now.

Forty-five seconds.

Happy Valentine's Day.

What's up?

- Has Mellisa called back?
- Who?

- Suicide girl?
- Oh, no. Nothing.

Call her. See if she'll
come down.

- You sure? It's the middle of the night.
- She's a night owl.

What the hell is this?

Thank you gift from the guy at
the Dodgers interview last week.

- I'm a girl.
- Girls don't play baseball?

Yes, they do. But would it have been
too much for him to send flowers

or even shoes as a thank you
for an awesome interview?

- Did something happen in the staff lounge?
- No. Why?

- How're you doing?
- Don't handle me, Andre.

I can handle my shit
while handling my shit.

- Rocket, we good to go?
- I got a stack of callers waiting to talk to you.

It is past
the 12 o'clock hour

and I want to wish each and every
one of you a happy Valentine's Day.

Also, Mellisa, if you're listening, and I
hope you are, please call and let's talk.

I know you're going through a difficult time
but you don't have to go through it alone.

You're listening to
Dominique the Dame,

leader of the new school, voice of
the young struggle, real money life.

All our lines are open for
any and everything.

It's Valentine's Day,
it's Black History Month exclusive.

Bring the noise,
what's hot in the streets?

Real Talk, you're on.

Now, see, see,
you know what the problem is, right?

People with
bad breath like to whisper?

The problem is you got a lot of chicks
out here mismanaging their vagina.

And you know this, because as a
man, you're an expert on vaginas.

Listen, I have a woman
in my company right now

who realizes that I know the value of
that sweet thing even if she doesn't.

That's why they call me
the King of Diamonds,

because I treat
my chick like diamonds.

Everybody else out here
is just kickin' rocks.

You got an interesting way
with words. I'll give you that.

But what I really wanna know is,
did your mother give you that name,

or is it some brilliant
pet-moniker you coined

while popping molly and sipping
lean out of a rhinestone cup?

Oh, no, no, no, no,
my chocolate Godiva princess,

I'm a positive individual
making progress.

Positive individual
making progress.

P-I-M-P, pimp, for those of you
who missed that. Define that.

Procuring the felicitation or provision
of a prostitute, of a sex worker

in the arrangement of a sex act
with a customer.

A procurer, colloquially called
a pimp or a madam,

is an agent for prostitutes who
collect part of their earnings.

So, you're like Moses,
savior of the mismanaged vagina,

leading wayward hoes like
Israelites to the promised land?

Your get down,
I like that. I like that.

But let me tell you
about my get down.

I think they should straight-up
legalize prostitution.

I'm not with that.

Prostitution may be the oldest profession,
but it is not a respectable profession.

It's not empowering, it's not a real
job, demeaning to women.

When we legalize prostitution,

these sex workers are going
to be required to use condoms,

and to be tested for
sexually transmitted diseases.

Let's keep it real.
When you're talking about sex workers,

you're saying prostitutes,
hookers, whores, call girls.

Yes. Well, I call them
my diamonds.

I don't care how
you paint the picture,

there's not going to be a hooker
booth at job fairs.

No school is going to
invite pimps down to career day

to recruit young girls to be hookers.
It's just not happening.

Oh, come on, Dame. You know what I'm
talking about. I don't need to recruit.

They workin' that thing
on their own.

If you go on the gram and you see a
woman wearing in a bikini in December

she is not on the beach.
She is promoting that box.

And you're just
lookin' out for them?

Is Persian pussy hairy? Oh, come on.
You know what I'm talking about.

That all sounds good on paper. But all it
does is send the wrong message to women,

and especially women
who are already prostitutes

to never move on with their life
and do something else.

Would you date
or marry a hooker?

Hey, that's not
what it's about.

What about your daughter?
Would you want her to be a prostitute?

What about my daughter? We're not
talking about my daughter right now.

My daughter ain't got nothing
to do with it, my daughter.

Why not? Every girl out there on the
ho-stroll is somebody's daughter.

By the way, I'm making no
judgements but let's be real.

Because of the stigma associated with
prostitution, even if it were legal,

no woman would want anyone
to know she was a prostitute.

And for all of you out there
even considering this madness,

I've got one simple test.

The golden rule. In fact,
it's the family motto.

If you can't tell your momma about it,
you probably shouldn't be doing it.

Look, all I'm saying
is that they're giving it away.

Why not make
a profit off of it?

Okay? Put all that titty,
all that ass out on the free market.

Put it on the New York
Stock Exchange.

As an adult, I recognize that we can
have honest disagreements about shit,

and in the spirit of that, I'm gonna
put your opinion at the top of the list

of the shit I don't
give a fuck about.

And we have Evelyn.
You're on Real Talk.

- Are you a prostitute?
- What?

- Hooker, whore, call girl, side piece?
- Sweet Jesus, no.

So, what're we
talking about, Evelyn?

Why do they keep letting
them peoples in like that?

What people
might that be, Evelyn?

Wait. Let me guess.
Niggas, beaners, chinks, coons,

crackers, nerds,
faggots, gooks,

greasers, wops, spics, kikes,

polacks, rednecks,
towelheads, sambos?

Oh, I'm sorry if
I left anyone out.

But America is supposed to be
the great melting pot.

Why don't we embrace the concept
and melt the fuck already?

Uh... I'm talking about
the people behind gender selection.

Are you sure you don't wanna talk about
equal pay for women in the workplace?

No, I wanna talk
about gender selection.

In 140 characters or less, it's
the procedure that allows parents to choose

if they want a baby boy
or a girl.

- It's immoral.
- Parents have been trying to select

the gender of their babies
since the beginning of time.

If you want a boy, turn it up,
eat red meat, do it doggy style.

If you want a girl, fish and veggies,
and rock the missionary position.

That's not my walk,
and it's against the law.

What law, Evelyn?

According to the United States
Supreme Court, Roe v. Wade,

embryos aren't even babies
until 12 weeks of pregnancy.

- I don't follow no supreme court.
- What do you follow?

I follow my Lord and Savior
and the King James Bible.

I'm no expert but I have read
my Bible from cover to cover,

ad I don't recall any scripture that
says you can't have a designer baby.

- Then, you can't read.
- Did you order food?

- Chinese.
- Did you order any...

I order you
what you always get.

That's how to impress
your producer.

...unborn child. "You knit
me in my mother's womb," in psalms

Oh, those vague metaphors in the Bible
that could be called upon to support...

- She's goin' in hard tonight.
- That's what the network pays her for.

I think it's because
she broke up with dude.

- Maybe you should talk to her.
- I don't talk about our other lives.

- You know why?
- Hm?

'Cause I don't want anyone
telling me how to live mine.

- You of all people should know that.
- Why? Because I'm gay?

No. Because, one day,
you're gonna have your own radio show.

When that happens, do you want
your producer telling you

to change what got you
the show in the first place?

- Is that why you had me call homegirl?
- She'll say what I can't.

...on the sabbath
in order to make ends meet.

And maybe,
it's by the grace of God

that doctors have been blessed with the science
and intellect to choose the gender of a baby

if the mother has a history of cervical
cancer, or other genetic diseases.

As a child in Sunday school, I was taught
that the Lord works in mysterious ways.

Who's to say gender selection
isn't God's mysterious way?

You goin' to hell.

Not before I go online
and customize my designer baby

complete with GPS and Wi-Fi compatibility.

Okay, Simone, what's up?

A friend of mine
wants to fly me out to LA,

and I don't know
if I should go.

- Is he your boyfriend?
- No, we just be kickin' it.

- Has he shot up the club?
- What?

- Have y'all had sex?
- It's not that type of party.

We're just friends.
I know him from high school.

- Is he gay?
- No. I know some chicks he knocked up.

This is one of those situations where,
if you don't plan, you're planning to fail.

- What do you mean?
- I'm sorry, but don't fly out if you don't plan on putting out.

The only man who pays for
a woman's plane fare

and doesn't expect anything
in return is her father.

In return is her father.

This man ain't your daddy, but he
probably wants to be your baby daddy.

And Xavier, what's good?

I wanna piggyback
off that last call.

Reverse cowgirl, climb on board.

I've been thinking about flying
my girl out to visit next month.

But plane tickets cost, and my bread
ain't really stacked like that right now.

- Are we talking about your girl-girl?
- Yeah, it's serious.

How old is little
Miss Hot Pants?

- Twenty-two.
- Make her pay half.

That's bae right there.
You sure about that?

If you don't, you'll be setting a serious
precedent and doing her a disservice.

She's 22, if you don't
make her pay half,

she's going to think men are going to be
sending for her for the rest of her life.

And we've got Warren.

I think my mom
stole my scag.

Speaks volumes about
parental guidance.

You sound a little butt-hurt, Warren.
Your mom's on that black tar witch hazel?

Yeah, she's home, she's been all up
in my stash. Took my hook-up too.

That's a crying shame.
Listen, Warren.

Yeah, what's up?

It is your civic duty to report
this crime to the police.

So when I hang up, I want you to call them
and tell the exactly what you told me.

Don't leave anything out.

Yeah,
Moms can't be doing that.

Yeah, you can't let her
take advantage of you like that.

Now, do you have any smack left?

I keep an emergency
supply on hand.

Make sure you tell
the police about that,

they'll need crime scene investigators
to compare it to the stolen scag.

Thanks, Dame, I'm going
to get right on that.

I'm reminded once again,
common sense isn't that common.

We have Judith.

Don't you think we need
better gun control?

No, we need better
people control.

If you look at rise in deaths of young,
African American men in States like...

Look I've heard this all before, Judith,
what are you going to do about it?

I'm not a politician,
that's up to...

No, Judith, it's up to you.

You want better gun control,
buy more guns.

Well that's the dumbest thing
I've ever heard in my life.

Listen to reason, Judith. Florida has
like, what, three million Black people?

I promise you, if they went to the mall
tomorrow morning, and bought 3 million guns,

the powers that be would change
gun laws tomorrow afternoon.

That's not going to help.

Never underestimate
the power of racism.

The only thing white people are
more afraid of than people of color,

are people of color with guns.

That's just
playing into their hands.

No, that's taking your destiny
into your own hands.

I'm cleaning my .357
Magnum right now.

And if you want it, you'll need to
pry it from my cold, dead hands.

Are you insane?

I'm reloading!

And, Tracey.

Dame, this is Tracey again.

Tracey, my Beyonce, Katy Perry,
Miley Cyrus wannabe,

I thought you and Avery would be
playing blanket monster by now.

Avery went home.

On his birthday?
Valentine's Day?

He was tired.

So, no gagging on
pubic floss tonight?

He has to get up early.

I don't believe you.

I got no reason to...

Too tired to smash the birthday box,
the night before Valentine's Day?

You're the side chick,
or you're lying, Tracey.

I'm nobody's
side anything.

It's okay, Tracey,
stay in your lane.

I understand. Side chicks don't get major
holidays like birthdays, Valentine's Day,

Thanksgiving and Christmas.

I get holidays!

I've had enough of this.
You and I both know you're lying.

Wait, listen...

You can deny it 'til you die,
but we both know it's a lie, Tracey.

There's no Avery,
no birthday, no.

You're really being silly.

Okay, you're partially right, okay?
I'm sorry, but I'm not the side chick.

That's funny because you're
sounding a lot like the side chick.

I'm not the side chick! I just
wanted to sing on the radio.

Okay, so you're the lying chick.

Coming at me with, "It's my boyfriend's
birthday", this, that and the third.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

Okay, okay, okay.
Apology accepted.

But since you've been scheming like a
sack chaser on NBA All-Star Weekend,

I'm going to let you sing.

What are you talking about?

Because sometimes we spend so
much time celebrating the winners,

that we don't cultivate
the beginners.

- Right now?
- Right now.

- Right now, right now?
- So nice you had to say it twice.

I don't know,
it's not that easy.

It is if you're a singer.

I am a singer.

This is your shot,
come on with it.

If it's so easy, you sing, bitch!

Y'all gon' learn tonight.
Let's take it back.

How far back?

1967 on these
ratchet-ass bitches.

♪ 'Cause your touch
Your touch has grown cold

♪ As if someone else
Controls your very soul

♪ I fooled myself long as I can

♪ I can feel the presence
of another woman

♪ It's there when you
speak my name

♪ It's just not the same

♪ Ooh baby
Am I losing you

♪ It's in the air
It's everywhere

♪ Ooh baby
I'm losing you

♪ Losing you

♪ I don't wanna lose you

♪ No baby

♪ I can tell when you kiss
that tenderness I miss

♪ Ooh ooh I'm losing you

♪ I can feel it in my bones

♪ Any day you'll be gone

♪ Ooh baby I'm losing you

♪ Yes I'm losing you

♪ Ooh

♪ I don't wanna

♪ I don't wanna lose you

♪ I don't wanna lose you

♪ No baby

♪ I feel it in my bones

♪ I don't wanna lose you

♪ I don't wanna lose you

♪ Ooh ooh ♪

We'll be back in a heartbeat
after this commercial break

with more Real Talk.

Leader of the new school voice of the
young struggle, Dominique the Dame.

It's Rocket.

- Hey, babe.
- Jessica?

- Yeah.
- I'm so glad you called.

Really?

Yeah, I need your help.

Is that the only reason
you're glad I called?

That and the fact that we've
been dating for three years

and you let me ride your face
like a jock in the Kentucky Derby.

I know you think that type
of talk works on me, but it doesn't.

Churchill Downs opens the second
I come home.

Okay, what can I help you with?

I'm being
discriminated against.

And you're basing this on what?

A survey I just made up.

That consists of?

- That I'm a woman.
- So is your boss.

I'm not getting
adequate compensation.

You have a job that gives
you so much publicity,

that you can charge 10 times the amount that
you make by DJing at clubs on the weekend.

True.

Do you think it's
because you're gay?

She doesn't care about that.

Okay, forget about
the discrimination thing

What aren't you getting
at work that you want?

I wanna be a talk radio host.

- Isn't that your boss's job?
- Yes.

So you see how that
could be a problem?

No.

How long have you
been working for Dame?

Can anyone hear you?

No. I'm in a patient's room.
He's in a coma.

- That's good.
- No it's not.

You know what I mean.

Hardly ever.

It's like six degrees of separation,
if your patient can hear you...

I know what six degrees of
separation means, Rocket.

And my patient's
not really in a coma.

Jessica, you just said...

I was messing with you.
He's fine. Just heavily sedated.

And you're hanging
out in his room?

To eat his lunch.

Seriously?

I forgot my lunch and Mr. Lawson
isn't about to wake up and eat his.

What the hell type of
doctor are you, anyway?

The type that saves
her patient's lives.

Mr. Lawson, are you
going to eat this?

No?

Thank you.

Mm, that is very good.

You're no help.

How long have you
been working for Dame?

Why do you keep asking me that?

You were hired by Dame
a year ago as an intern,

six months later you were promoted to
engineer, with a significant pay hike,

and full medical.

Okay, so she looks out for me.

And now you wanna
be a talk radio host?

I'm ambitious.

That's admirable.
And I'm sure it looks easy.

But do you know
how to do her job?

- I've been watching her.
- That's the problem.

People watch people do a job
and think that they can do it,

without actually having to learn and understand
the complexities and nuances to perform it.

Thank God doctors can't fake it 'til
they make it when practicing medicine.

So you're saying?

In the immortal words
of Kendrick Lamar...

- What?
- Sit down. Be humble.

We ready, Rocket?

Okay. I gotta go. You're right.

- Love you.
- Love you more.

Welcome back to Real Talk
with Dominique the Dame.

And Stephanie, you're on with
Dominique the Dame,

Real Talk, leader of the new
school, voice of the young struggle.

I'm afraid, Dame.

What are you afraid of?
Lace front eyebrows?

- No I'm...
- Performance-enhancing drugs?

I lost my husband in
the Afghanistan War.

He was a soldier?

A marine.

I'm sorry to hear that, Steph.
My prayers go out to you.

And to all the soldiers who have lost
their lives in defense of this country.

Thank you.
Thank you.

I don't know how to... I haven't been
on a date since my husband passed.

How long has it been?

A little over a year and
I'm scared. I'm afraid.

Do you have a rubber band?

- No.
- What about a hairband?

Um, yeah, I got a scrunchie.

- Would you do me a favor, Steph?
- Yeah.

Can you put the scrunchie on
your wrist? Could you do that for me?

Okay.

Okay. Now I want
you to tug on it.

- You feel it stretching?
- Yeah.

Now, imagine for a second
that the scrunchie is your life.

- My life?
- Yes.

And you're stretching
the boundaries of your life.

You're stepping outside
your comfort zones.

The idea's kind of exciting,
isn't it?

Yeah, it is.

Now, what's the first
thing you're gonna do,

now that you're stretching
the boundaries of your life?

Ask a guy out, go on a date.

That's good. And it's not just with
dating, but with everything.

I want you to wear that
rubber band on your wrist

to remind yourself every day
to stretch your boundaries.

Put yourself out there.

Turn today's ceiling into
tomorrow's floor. Go for it.

I'mma go for it, Dame.

Then let me hear you
speak it into existence.

I'mma stretch my boundaries,
turn today's ceiling into tomorrow's floor.

Beautiful.
Good for you, Steph.

And we have Amy, the new
queen of the Pink Kitty.

You're on Real Talk with
Dominique the Dame. Again.

You can be a real bitch,
you know that?

You're just rolling like a joint
tonight, aren't you, Amy?

One day,
you're gonna get yours.

And you're gonna be
the one to give it to me?

I already have.

Aww, it's not even my birthday.

I sent you a text.

You sent me a text message?

Mm. Cute little Valentine's
video. I know you got it.

I don't know where you sent your
sordid little video, but it wasn't me.

Mmm. Dude leaves his phone lying
around, it was easy to get your number.

I took a peak while he
was in the shower.

You're delusional, Amy. I'm pretty
sure we don't run in the same circles.

Oh, yeah? We've been booking flights
on the same plane a while now,

and I got so comfortable,
I even started riding dirty.

Am I supposed to be impressed
by this, is that it?

I just want you to know, you ain't
that special. You and I are the same.

Trick-ass bitch.

I got something you have.
And now you got something I have.

And what might that be?

Herpes.

The gift that keeps giving.

If I were you, I'd get checked
first thing in the morning.

Oh, get a life, bitch!
Mine's taken.

You gotta love people who love you so
much, they want to be you.

Rick.

Someone can't stay
away tonight, can they?

Don't you think we should do
away with preferential treatment?

And give away my
private parking space? No.

You know what
I'm talking about.

The question is, do you know
what you're talking about, Rick?

I can sum it up in a word.
Affirmative action.

Well, first of all, we need to
get you a calculator,

because "affirmative action"
isn't one word, it's two words.

I got two more for you.
Reverse discrimination.

Because the only people being
discriminated against are white people.

For those of you who
aren't aware of affirmative action,

it was part of the Civil Rights Bill,
14th, 15th Amendment, look it up.

designed to provide equal opportunities to
minorities who otherwise wouldn't get them,

because of racism.

I'm not saying that Black
people haven't had it bad.

Define bad, Rick.

Lynching. Slavery.
Institutionalized discrimination.

Oppression. And about 20 million
people murdered as a result of...

Why don't you tell
the truth about slavery?

It was Blacks who captured
fellow Blacks, in Africa,

and then sold their own
people to the Europeans.

You wanna blame slavery on African
Americans? Slavery was our fault?

Seriously?

This is why we need more than
one month for Black history.

I'm just saying that it's
not a sum zero game.

That Black people should shoulder
some of the responsibility,

for their complicity in
what happened to them.

Let's flip the script, Rick,
and see if you feel the same way.

Yo man, you think you can get
Dame to check out my mixtape?

- I'll see what I can do.
- All right, cool.

I want you to close your eyes and
imagine that Africans invaded Europe.

Stole their land,
and their resources.

Broke into white
people's homes,

kidnapped like 12 million
men, women and children,

and sold them into
slavery in Africa.

And a few Europeans helped out of ignorance,
fear, or greed, pick your poison,

And Europeans were forced to work in the diamond
mines for hundreds and hundreds of years.

What you got there?

A new product
I'm checking out.

- That is?
- Allure by EPM.

- What's it do?
- You're really nosy, you know?

If you want your
food you'll tell me.

It's an anti-aging
hydration oil. Happy?

Does it work?

Look at this face.
I'm 97 years old, and I look 25.

Not a very pretty
picture, is it Rick?

Okay. Nothing is perfect,
we all know that.

But for the most part, the debt has
been paid and everything is equal now.

Your penetrating insight is only matched
by your overwhelming ignorance, Rick.

What are you, blind? What about all the
millionaire Black athletes and rappers?

You even had a Black
president, for God's sake!

I can't believe this shit.

If that's not equal,
I don't know what is.

One African American president?
You don't know what equality is.

When African Americans
have generational wealth,

and 44 more African
American presidents,

then you can talk to
me about equality.

And we have Yvette on the line.

What's a good tattoo to get?

- How old are you?
- I'll be 22 in June.

I don't know what a good tattoo is,
I don't know what a bad tattoo is,

I don't even know if
there is such a thing.

Having said that, I look
at tattoos like graffiti.

I can appreciate the artistic expression, but
ultimately I feel the building was marred.

Marred? What's that mean?

Something they don't
teach in public schools.

Huh? What?

Defaced. Spoiled. Ruined.

Oh, right, I knew that.

Of course you did.

One more thing, Yvette.
I know tattoos seem hot when you're young,

but you have to remember,
tattoos are forever.

Like herpes.

And you gotta think about your future because
what works today, may not work tomorrow.

And you don't wanna be the parent
who shows up to the PTA meeting,

with a "I'm a rough rider"
tattoo splashed across your neck,

and blisters on your vagina.

Ma!

And, Paul, you're on Real Talk.

I got a situation
with my girl.

What type of situation?

She's kinda like
a lightweight klepto.

Your girl is a thief?

Not like robbing banks or
boosting stuff at the mall.

I mean, she might, but I don't
know anything about that.

So what's her get down?

I think she's stealing
my vitamins.

If she's stealing your vitamins,
how do you know it's her?

We're the only two that
live up in that joint.

She's your girl. Don't you want
to share your vitamins with her?

She just wants to
be healthy too.

I probably wouldn't be
tripping, but I get migraines.

I pop open a aspirin bottle
and it's empty, nothing.

Like opening a carton
of milk and no milk.

Except with
vitamins and aspirin.

See? You feel me?

That's very interesting, Paul.

You may want to run
a credit check on your girl,

make sure she hasn't done any time,
got a record or has negrophobia.

Negro what?

We have news and weather coming
up, we'll be back in a flash

with more Real Talk,
more calls and more Dominique the Dame,

leader of the new school...

Oh, my God, hello!

Oh, it's so good to see you.

What are you doing here?

Andre called, said you were
having a bit of a night.

- Oh he did, did he?
- Oh, come on, that's what good producers do.

Nice to see you, Nicole.

Oh, good to see you.

I am such a big
fan of your work.

Thank you.

I have to take a picture
with you. Do you mind?

Okay.

My girlfriend's going to freak
out when she finds out I met you.

Okay, one with me.

- Thank you. Gracias.
- No problem. Uh huh.

Can you guys give us a minute?

- Yeah.
- Sure, okay.

I got your Christmas card.

And I got yours. I have it
earmarked for my scrapbook.

I'm sorry I couldn't make it to the party.
I was, you know, working.

No worries.

So how you doing, Dominique?

I don't know.

So much is going on, I just, uh,

I feel like I'm suddenly
out of my depth.

This, coming from the young woman
who has the wisdom of Solomon?

I swear to God, Nic, I'm shook.

You need another hug?

Yes, please.

Welcome to the majors.

You going to help me out?

That's what I'm here for.

We're going in five,
four, three, two.

Welcome
back to Real Talk.

I'm Dominique the Dame, leader of the
new school, voice of the young struggle.

We have a special guest.
Writer, producer, political commentator,

actor, media critic,
and television host.

As a television host, she's well known for
her political talk show, Alternate Theory,

I know her as a mentor
and good friend.

Please welcome the most
incredible, Nicky Reed.

Well, thank you, Dominique, I appreciate
you mentioning all of my accomplishments.

But the most important thing
I have been doing recently,

is to take an interest in
suicide awareness and prevention.

A lot of people don't
know that side of you,

and I appreciate you getting out of your bed and
coming to the studio to talk to our listeners.

For those who've been tuned in, we had a young
lady, Mellisa, call in earlier this evening,

contemplating suicide.

I don't know what's going on,
but I hope she's listening.

As I was saying earlier, I have been
working to shine a light on an issue

that has been becoming
an epidemic.

For instance, people don't know that more
people die from suicide than in car accidents.

Hmm. What group is
at risk the most?

Teenagers and young adults.

They are at the most risk
ever in recorded history.

And a lot of that is because of
the Internet and text messaging.

We now live in a world where young people
can be covertly bullied and ridiculed,

without anyone knowing.

Oh, yes, you're right.
The second leading cause of death,

between the ages of
10 and 24, suicide.

More young people die from suicide
than AIDS, birth defects, pneumonia,

emphysema, combined.

Now you think about that.

It's a serious problem.

Oh, yes it is.

And unless parents can get access
to their kids' social media,

they almost have no transparency
to what is going on in their lives.

The one defense
against this epidemic,

starts in the home with
a simple conversation.

You have got to
talk to your kids.

You've got to talk to your kids,
and I'm not saying to interrogate them

for an answer, but you have got to be vigilant
about what is going on in their lives.

So, the most important thing we can do is
what I tell young people all the time. Talk.

If you have a problem, tell someone about it
and they may be able to give you an answer,

or a solution that can help you.

Yes, you're right. And trust and
believe me, whatever the problem is,

you are not
the first to have it.

You are not the first to think
about committing suicide.

People don't talk about it
because there is a stigma

of being weak, or being crazy
that is attached to it,

but all of us have thought
about it at one time or another.

It's normal. Just don't do it.

Just don't do it.

Because to prevent this stigma,
we have got to find a way to stop it.

You cannot help someone if you
do not know they have a problem.

So talking saves lives.

Yes, that's why I
do talk for a living.

And why you're
taking our next caller.

Ooh! Okay.

You are on the Real Talk
with Nicole Reed.

Happy Valentine's Day, Nicole.

I love your show.

So what's going on
in your life, Gina?

- I don't know.
- Are you sure about that?

How come...

How come I ain't got nobody?

Ain't got no Valentine.

I got two kids,
but I still look good.

Fun to be with.

Oh, it's a struggle to
be a single mother.

You're going to have
to stop competing.

Competing in what?

In the greatest indoor
sports in the world.

What?

Pity.

Self-pity. You're
having a pity party.

I'm not having a
pity party, Nicole.

Yes, you are, I can
hear it in your voice.

All the girls at your job are
having Valentine plans,

and you don't have any.

You go through the mall, you walk
through, and everything is amplified,

there's flowers,
and candy, and couples

It's not fair, Nicole.

No, it is not fair.

But you're going
to be all right.

How do you know?

When I was a kid, I loved dance.

And my father promised to take me
to see the Alvin Ailey Dancers.

Oh, it was a big deal,
all of my friends were going,

and I felt that if I didn't get a chance
to go, I was just gonna die, die, die.

It was one of the most important
points in my life at that time.

So what happened?

Something happened at my father's
work and he couldn't take me,

so I didn't get a chance to go.

I cried myself to
sleep that night.

I woke the next morning,

and guess what?

I don't know.

I was all right.

She's really good.

She's not here
because she's bad.

Yes. We learn these hard
lessons eventually, Gina.

So you are gonna be all right.

Now, you have a good night.

Thank you for coming in,
Nicole. I appreciate you.

No problem.

And if you find yourself in a dark
place or have a crisis like Gina,

feel free to call the National
Suicide Prevention Lifeline.

Also, if you're listening,
Mellisa,

or if anyone knows Mellisa,
please call us.

We want to make sure she's okay.

You're listening to Real Talk on NU
America Radio with Domonique the Dame.

leader of the new school,
voice of the young struggle.

We have news and weather and then
we'll be back with more Real Talk.

Glad you could make it.

Thank you,
you're appreciated.

And you are welcome. If I enlightened
one person, it was worth it.

I'm gonna walk Nicole out.

I'm sorry.

I have to apologize,
I'm a little off of my game tonight.

Sounded great to me.
What's goin' on?

Besides suicide girl,
Robert cheated on me.

I'm feelin' some kind
of way about it.

Well, that's why
I never married.

No, it's not.

Yeah, well.

I did wonder
when it was gonna happen.

Me and Robert
breakin' up?

No.

How long have you been
workin' on this job?

It's been a minute.

And this is the first time
I've been on your show.

I discovered you,
I got you this job,

I even gave you
your name,

Domonique the Dame.

Which is why
I haven't invited you.

It's not ego.

You saw the way
my staff reacted.

You may not be aware of it, but no one
sees anyone else when you're in the room.

Oh, Domonique.

Syndicated,

forty-nine markets,

millions of listeners,

jokes and hang-ups aside,
they are calling for you.

Most of 'em are lost and
confused, looking for answers,

but their calling
is really prayers.

Terrified little prayers
in the dead of night.

They're calling because
they wanna hear your voice.

They want to listen
to your answers.

These people care about you.

It doesn't matter
who else is in the room.

Listen,

call me every 30 minutes.

I wanna know what happens
with this girl, okay?

So, you're not goin'
to sleep?

There's things worse than losing sleep.

And don't worry,

Robert?
You gonna be all right.

Hey.

How's the lines?

- Sizzling.
- Suicide girl?

Nothing.

Thirty seconds.

Huh, Dame?

We're supposed
to be best friends.

Ten seconds.

What should I do now?

- Play a record.
- What?

I meant a song.

You wanted to go on the radio,
but this is Dame's show.

Do it and do it now, Rocket.

You gonna disrespect me?

Huh, Huh, Dame?
Why are you so quiet?

You talk for a livin', bitch.

Huh? Huh? Huh?

Oh, and too afraid
You about to die.

Hey, this is your girl Rocket
on the radio,

bringing you an incredible musical
interlude to sooth the savage in ya.

Sit back, relax
and let Rocket handle it.

Remember the name,
Domonique the Dame.

I'm the trick-ass bitch that
kicked your fuckin' ass.

Security! Security!

You okay?

I've been better.

Take her into custody.
Call the police.

Dame, Dame.

- We got her, Mellisa, suicide girl is on the line.
- Come on, Let's go.

You're on Real Talk with
Dominque the Dame, Mellisa?

Uh-huh.
- I'm here, Mellisa.

Please help me.

Tell me where you are.

I'm at Pap's.

Pap? Who's Pap?

He's my uncle.

It's so hard to stay awake.

You're doing good, Mellisa,
I just need an address.

I... I don't know...

I just...

I just came here
to have the baby.

Pap works at the garage
around the corner.

Is it a house, apartment?

Mellisa?

It's a house.

What about the name
of the street?

What's the name
of the street?

Mellisa?

Mellisa?

Okay, boys and girls, I know when
you call me, you're looking for help.

And I do the best
I can for you.

But tonight, tonight,
I need your help.

Facebook, Twitter, Instagram,
use whatever you got,

but we need to find
this girl.

This is what we know.

Mellisa is 16,
lives in a house in the Valley

around the corner
from a garage.

We don't know
if it's a parking garage.

An auto repair garage.

Her uncle works there,
his name is Pap.

Pap, most likely a nickname, maybe,
for Patrick, Patterson, Paul.

You gotta get him
out of here.

- Who?
- Robert, he's a distraction.

Pap is probably in his late
40s, early 50s, maybe.

If anyone knows anything,
call us, our lines are open.

If you don't want to go on air,
you can email me at thedame@realtalk.com

Help me save a life.

Kevin, you're on.

- Robert.
- What's the chance I get a minute with her?

- Yo.
- Hi, do you know anything about Mellisa?

- No, but, you know, what I think?
- Entertain me.

I think that girl,
the one that said she took some pills...

- She's pretty busy right now.
- I just need a minute.

- I can't let you put your shit in the middle of the show.
- Shit, what shit?

Whatever shit caused janitorial to
have to come to the staff lounge

the last time you dropped by.

- Mellisa...
- She's fakin' it, that part.

That's a profound
and deep observation, Kevin.

- For real?
- No.

I really need to talk to her.

You can wait in the lounge
until after the show.

And Marcella?

I got a flat tire once.

Good for you.

No. No, no, no. This guy helped me
fix my tire. I think his name was Pap.

- Where was this?
- At a tire place on Sequoia Street...

I don't know where exactly because I was
in a rush and a little high at that time.

Thanks, Marcella.

How many tire repair shops can
be there be on Sequoia Street?

Anyone else know about
this spot. Joe, you're on Real Talk.

Uh, I think that Marcella chick
got it all wrong.

What did she get wrong, Joe?

I live out that way. I mean,
there's no tire repair shop on that street.

Where is it?

I don't know, I mean,
there's a smog test place on that street.

I think that Marcella chick might
have had it mistaken for that.

Thanks, Joe.
And, Rick, you're on Real Talk.

I'm kinda busy right
now, but what you wanna talk about?

Which was worse,
slavery or the Holocaust?

I know where that girl is.

She don't live
by no tire place.

That guy was right.
She lives near that smog place.

How do you know?

I gave her a ride before.

What do you mean
you gave her a ride before?

I'm a Uber driver. she dropped her
Kleenex, cute little Mexican girl.

Don't play with me, Rick.

I'm not playing, she was pregnant and
didn't seem none too happy about it either.

You remember where you took her?

I think it was Quakertown,
I'm turning around now.

You know what
her address is, Rick?

Kinda.

I didn't see which house she went
into when she got out, but...

I know it was here somewhere.

Rick, which house is it?
Rick?

Rick, are you still with us?

Rick?

Give me a second,
I'm thinking, damn it.

This girl could be dead, Rick.

I think it's 7415.

Notify the police.

I don't know, Dame,
I got a bad feeling about this.

Like you said,
she could be dead.

Just relax, the police and
ambulance are on their way.

We'll have an ambulance
right out there for you, okay?

Yes, sir.

We can't wait, we can't wait.
I'm gonna go up to the house.

Knock on the door,
ring the doorbell.

If someone answers, tell them...

Lights are on,
but, no one's answering.

The police and
ambulance are on their way.

I don't know.
I got a bad feelin' about this.

Me, too.

- Wait.
- Then do something.

I'm in.

Is Mellisa there?

Wait.

Wait for what?

Wait up, Dame.

I think she's dead.

Check her pulse.

See if she has a pulse.

I'm checking.

She's not breathing.

Okay, Rick, what I need you to do
is give her CPR, can you do that?

I think so, I think so.

Listen to me, Rick, I need you to make
sure Mellisa is on a firm surface.

Yeah, it's firm bed.

I want you to give her
chest compressions.

What?

Push down on her chest,
pump hard and fast.

How long
do I have to do this for?

Tilt her head back,
lift her chin, pinch her nose,

put your mouth over hers and blow
until you see her chest rise.

Dame, she's breathing'.

Thank you, Lord.

Yes.

Thank you.

The police and EMT are here.

They're transporting
her to the hospital.

I think she's gonna be okay.

Rick, you just saved a mother and child.
God bless you.

High...

Father Daniels,
you're on Real Talk.

The Lord blesses us,
so that we could bless others.

You did a good job today.
Bless you.

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with more of Real Talk, more
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Leader of the new school real money
life, voice of the young struggle,

Dominque the Dame.

Station's owner just texted me.
He's gonna call you after the show.

Oh, yeah, your situation
is in the staff lounge.

Fuck you, Robert.

Oh, yeah, your situation
is in the staff lounge.

You're not gonna hit me
with that, are you?

No.

I was thinking of destroying
your car with it,

breaking your leg
in two or three places.

What you did was incredible.

You really should hear yourself,
I mean, the passion in your voice,

I mean, some people
never get to feel that way.

I've never felt that way about
any of my clients or my cases.

That's too bad.

I love the way
your hair smells.

You think I give a good goddamn about
you liking the way my hair smells?

You fucked that bitch
and gave me herpes.

She set me up.
Like, she maliciously set me up.

Stop it, Robert, just...
No.

I am weak for you.

I've always been weak for you.

And you have known it from the
moment I first laid eyes on you.

In fact, you've counted on it.

You knew I'd never believe that
you could do something like this.

You don't have it.

It's my yearly physical
from three weeks ago.

They tested me for everything.

You and I haven't been together
since and I was with her...

After my physical.

I'm in the clear.

You spend all of your time
here, at work.

I just hope that we could just
go back to how it used to be.

Robert, things are never gonna go
back to the way they used to be.

I know, but I love you.

I don't care who loves who,
I can't do this.

Don't say that...

Look, she meant nothing.

She literally admitted that she
trapped me just to get to you.

Okay? I never tried to hurt you.

Just out of curiosity, Robert.

If you weren't trying to hurt me,
what the fuck were you tryin' to do?

We can work through this.

No, we can't.

Then what?

You've never gotten me.
Never.

So, you don't get to have me.

It's moving day.

I'm moving on.

Text me when you get
your stuff out.

I don't wanna see you again.

Ever.

Long night.

- Happy Valentine's Day.
- Happy Valentine's Day.

You're a good driver.

Welcome back to Real Talk
with Dominque the Dame.

Real money life, leader of the new
school, voice of the young struggle.

I just got off the phone with
Valley Regional medical hospital

where Mellisa was taken
after attempting suicide.

Big shout out to my
republican friend, Rick.

Approximately 15 minutes ago,

Mellisa gave natural birth to a
healthy baby boy named Dominic.

Mother and child are doing fine.

When I was a little girl, I read a
passage in the Bible, Ephesians 5:21.

"Be subject to one another
out of reverence for Christ."

I didn't know
what it meant as a child

and I haven't given it much
thought as an adult until now.

And why would I?
Who have I ever been subject to?

I rally behind civil rights, yet, ridicule
the culture of power to the people.

Condemn the rich, yet embrace the spoils
of wealth, Versace, Versace, Versace...

Attach the Republicans, but adopt their
values, locked and loaded gun play.

I'm a hypocrite
and I ain't shit.

But most people
aren't much better.

Punch their time cards and
live their self-centered lives,

Vicariously living through
bad reality shows

that pass themselves off
as being relevant.

Where the Internet gives them enough
wood to build their own pedestals.

Devoted to posting selfies for voyeuristic
non-existent friends on social media.

And because you're young, it scares
the hell out of everyone who isn't.

Afraid of the future, like, we're up
to no good and capable of doing good.

That's a perfectly
valid opinion.

There's no book
on this game called life.

Just try to write the best
chapter you can every day.

And because of that,

there's never been
a more important time

for me to be good at what I do.

The game needs me right now.

I'm not gonna pretend
that I have a higher purpose

or that our lives have meaning, that's for
someone else to decide, but I do know this.

We're all self-centered.

We're all in pain.

Consumed with hatred, bigotry,
egos and narcissism in our own lives.

Even in the midst of all that,

if we can still have the compassion to
reach out and help someone else in need,

even when we are goin'
through it, in pain,

we can find the strength.

The fortitude to reach out
and help someone else.

All is not lost.

And there's hope.

Be subject to one another.

Bring a conclusion
to the confusion.

Be subject to one another.

You may have begun
your journey alone,

but when you tune
into this show,

you're my people
and I'm your people.

Call me, any time, I got you.

I'm Dominque the Dame.

And I'll never let you down.

Stay tuned for Karen and Andy on
Hello, Good Morning until tomorrow,

this has been real talk with
Dominque the Dame, Real money life.

Ride or die, leader of the new
school, Voice of the young struggle.

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