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(bright upbeat music)

* She said she wanna go to Motown *

* Wanna see how it is *

* That's 'cause she know that it ain't no town *

* In the world *

* That can sound like this, this *

* She wanna kick it into drive *

* She wanna move forward on with her life *

* Fast cars, fast life *

* That's my town *

* Living in the fast lane *

* Can't slow down *

* Come and visit Motown *

* City of the blues *

* Feel like Berry Gordy when I step inside this booth *

* I need a Diana who gon' come and sing the tunes *

* Or I could hit up Sada when I need to bust a move *

* Yeah baby I'm from Motown *

* Wanna see how it is *

* That's 'cause she know that it ain't no town *

* In the world *

* That can sound like this, this *

* She wanna kick it into drive *

* She wanna move forward on with her life *

* Fast cars, fast life *

* That's my town *

* Living in the fast lane *

* Can't slow down *

* Come and visit *

- Fuck.

- I can't believe these crooked ass police throw my shit

up like this bro.

- You know them bitches fight dirty.

Fuck.

- That ain't the word?

I don't even think they was looking for

nothing in particular.

I just think they wanted to ramsack this bitch

and plant that shit, Boom.

- We're gon' get all this shit replaced.

- Thank God I got full coverage.

I already called 'em too.

So I'm just waiting on 'em to call now.

- And Brick gon' be pissed the fuck off.

He find out all this shit going on while he locked up.

- Brick gon' be (mumbles).

Did you forget that Brick's the whole reason

we in this bullshit my nigga?

- Hey.

We don't have time for division and finger pointing Tiff.

That's what the streets and the cops want us to do.

Come on Tiff.

- Okay, whatever.

I'll figure this shit out. You can go and get outta here.

You were supposed to pick your little boy up an hour ago.

- No.

Brick will kill me if I left you here by yourself,

and something happened to you.

- Nigga did you forget I was your fucking boss too?

Now go, get outta here.

I got this Boom.

Look, I'm only gonna wait 10 or 15 minutes max for the

insurance people to call me back.

I just wanna know

if they can assess this shit for the night.

- All right, we wait 10 or 15 minutes then.

- I said go.

I got nine little friends

that can help me lock this bitch up.

Just as good as your ass nigga.

Now go before I fire your ass Boom.

- All right.

I'm only gonna leave

'cause I don't want your mean ass to fire me for real.

- Better fucking know it.

- Tiff, let me know you make it in safe, all right?

- I got you.

- Come on, lock this door.

- I'm gonna finish up.

'Cause you know you won't forget some shit.

You ain't never left this place without getting chargers,

some keys or something.

- I'll be smoking that good ass weed.

I'm good this time, all right?

- You be smoking something (mumbles).

- See you tomorrow Tiff.

- All right be careful.

- Come on, get this dog.

- Okay, I got you.

I know your ass was forgetting something.

(gunshot fire)

The fuck.

(seats clamoring)

(gunshot fires)

- Oh and how we looking on patron and Hennessy?

You know that all these nigga's drink around here.

- Well the liquor shipment came in this morning.

We good on Hennessy,

but they only delivered two bottles of Patron.

- Are you kidding me?

- Oh, I saw Brick. And he said he had take care of it.

- You saw who?

- Brick.

- You mean Mr. Davis?

- Yes. I mean Mr. Davis.

- See sweetie, you may be a little bit confused,

but my husband and I are your bosses.

So when you address him,

make sure you addressing miss Mr. Davis at all times.

Are we understood?

- Yes.

- Good.

And make sure we fully stocked on napkin, straws and cups.

I'm expecting a huge crowd tonight, at this grand opening.

So if you need me, I'll be in my husband, Mr. Davis' office.

Okay.

(money machine whirring)

(door knock)

- Hell, who is it?

- Malik, nigga.

- Hold on a second.

What's the deal?

- Schwarz what did I do?

- Schwarz here doing, beating at me? (laughs)

- All the pussy gettin' thrown at me on the daily nigga.

Come on dawg, you know, better than that.

- Yeah, all right.

I know your ass better

not be in here fucking around no Tiff.

You remember what happened to your last time

she caught your ass up?

- How the fuck could I forget her ass

trying to poison me with chili (chuckles)?

Three years later, I still can't eat that shit.

- Hell yeah man, look at this place, man.

I'm impressed.

This shit is nice, bro.

- Yeah, it serves its purpose.

- You know you should have told your boy

about opening up this spot.

I would've loved to have been an investor.

- Man you know investors ain't never really been my thing.

Always been more of a one man show bro.

- Yeah, I feel you.

- But lately, I think about changing that up.

to fill some of my time.

- Yeah, I know that look G.

What you got up?

- I just need to work out a couple final details

before I can fill you in.

But trust me when I tell you

this plan gonna make us a lot of money.

- Oh shit, you know I love the sound of that dawg.

Just let me know when you ready.

- You know I got you.

- Bet.

- But enough of that shit nigga.

Look at us dwag.

We came a long fucking way

from the projects to opening up businesses.

- Hell yeah (chuckles).

And it's only the beginning, bro.

- Hell yeah.

What we gotta do is play our cards right.

We'll be matches next door to Jay Z and Beyonce in no time.

- Yeah nigga.

Look though man, I gotta get up outta here.

It look like you got a lot of shit that you gotta do before

the grand opening tonight.

- Wait, you ain't staying?

- Nah.

- It's gonna be a lot of fine bitches in here tonight.

- Yeah, I'ma take a rain check bro.

I got some shit I need to handle.

- Man what the fuck could be more important

than being in a room full of fine ass bitches?

- Money.

- Fair enough.

- Yeah.

- Shit, I'll catch you in a minute bro.

- All right. Hey, this is just between us though.

- What's up?

- Tiffany don't need to know shit about what's going on.

- Oh man. Ain't you tired of fucking around on your wife?

- Nigga Tiffany, just the face of the club.

I'm the money behind this shit.

I just need her to make my club image look good.

But my wife and my money, nigga that's my concern.

- Okay bro.

Shit I'm just trying to look out for you.

- I appreciate it. But I got this.

- Say less.

I'll get at you.

- All right bro.

- Hey Malik.

- Tiff, what's up?

- What's up with you?

- Shit just coming to holla at my man.

Check out the spot.

It's looking good.

I ain't surprised I to know you had a hand in it.

- Well, you know I do get shit done.

- 10 years later, you still a motherfucking firecracker.

- Well, some things they never change.

- I see. Well how's the spot?

I see you popping on social media and shit.

- Oh my God. The spot is going so good.

I'm thinking about opening up a second location

sometime next year.

- That's what's up.

Always have been on your shit, Tiff.

- Well, this is true,

but I can't take all the credit.

I got this really bomb assistant.

- Okay.

- In fact you should swing by the spot sometime next week

I wanna introduce you two.

- Ah, that sound like a plan.

All right, bro (sighs).

I'm gonna get at you in a few days.

- All right dawg.

- Be careful.

- No doubt.

All right Tiff.

- So Nikki just informed me that we run out on Patron.

- Yeah.

- And apparently the distributor only sent two bottles.

What's up with that?

- I already took care of it.

I got another company bringing us a couple cases.

They should be here before we open tonight.

- Hmm, okay.

Well everything is good on my end.

So how you looking Papa?

- Change for the registers is separated.

Ready to go in the safe.

I gave Boom a list of rules to go over with

the rest of the security guards.

They got one motherfucking assignment tonight.

We the only ones in this bitch with guns.

- Okay, period (chuckles).

Well, I guess that's everything then.

- Well, how we looking for bottle girls?

Were you able to hire any more?

- Yeah.

I hired two of the three that I interviewed last week

and including the three that you hired

that makes a total of five.

So they should be good.

- Good.

Well, I hope they bad or at least thick shit.

- Why in the fuck do you give a fuck if

the bottle girls are fine or thick, Brick?

- Because them bottle girls is our business investments.

That's why. - Well I know you better

keep your business around this motherfucker.

I would hate to have to fuck you up again Brick.

- Oh, I got something you can fuck.

- Is that right?

- Yeah.

Stand up and turn around.

- Yeah.

- Oh lace.

Just like I like it too.

(upbeat music)

- Yeah.

- I think I'm gonna like workin here after all.

- Shit me too (chuckles).

Let me go ahead and get ready for the night, baby.

- I need to go freshen up anyway.

- All right.

Fuck.

Come on, I'm good.

Sorry for all the interruptions.

That's no problem Papi.

- Take this menu just in case somebody see you

coming outta my office.

Like you had a question about something on there

or something, all right?

- Okay.

- Little freaky ass.

Yeah.

I'm gonna like working around this motherfucker.

- You need to stop calling my phone while I'm at work.

I told you I need a little bit more time.

Don't you think I already know that?

- Damn baby.

Are you okay?

- Didn't your parents teach you that

it's not right to sneak up on people?

Damn. And were you eavesdropping on my conversation?

- Actually, I came over here to gimme a shot of cognac

before I left.

Trust me baby,

whatever little conversation you was having

it ain't big enough for me to even eavesdrop on your shit.

- And what makes you think that?

- Well, you on that side of the bar working,

I'm on this side ordering.

Now do me a favor and gimme that shot of cognac

before I call my nigga Brick and have your ass fired.

Yeah.

- Anything else?

- I need that on the rocks baby.

See, I like my drinks how I like my women,

chill and mellow.

Something you obviously don't know shit about.

There we go.

That's good (laughs).

Huh.

Take that. Keep the change too.

You look like you need that shit.

(gentle music)

- So you gonna sit there

and stare at me like a piece of meat you ain't eat all day,

or you gonna say what the fuck is on your mind?

- I mean shit, that's how them niggas at that bar

gonna be staring at you all night.

- Here we fucking go.

So I'm wrong for getting a job

to help out around this bitch?

- No Kyra,

you wrong for getting a job that I disapprove of

showing your ass to niggas all night.

I mean damn, why can't you just get a job at a call center

or something?

- It's a bar, you acting like it's a damn strip club

and I'm on the pole or something.

- It's a bar on paper, Kyra.

I mean damn.

I've been an undercover cop in this city long enough to know

that anything that Brick is involved with is nothing

but fucking trouble.

- I got hired as a bottle girl.

How much trouble can I possibly get in

showing a bottle of champagne?

Besides this only temporary.

After I finish this last semester,

I can get my business degree,

get me a job, making that paper.

- So why get a job now?

I mean, I held us down for the last year

while you focused on school.

I mean we can make it five more months.

- Five more months?

Five more months, Terence?

How about calling the fucking leasing office

asking them if they could wait five more months

for a payment or the electric company or the Repo company

who's trying to take my shit every damn day

or better yet the child support company

that's taking damn near half your check every week?

- Look, I know it's tight right now, Kyra.

- Tight? Nigga we broke.

Our shit's down there in the car right now.

Not to mention, I'm so far behind on tuition

I can get kicked outta school any day now.

- So lemme get this straight,

working at a bar half naked

to get tips from men is our solution?

I mean, half your ass hanging out to serve champagne.

I'ma be fucking stupid, Kyra.

They expect for you to sell a lot more than fucking bottles.

- Stupid, huh?

Let's talk about stupid.

Stupid like being with a man

who could barely take care of our household

or stupid like staying with a nigga

that had a baby on me by a crazy ass bitch

that's taking damn near half his check every week,

but yet still calling an every day asking for more shit?

- Calm the fuck down. I didn't mean it like that.

- Wait, let's not forget your son,

your Junior that you had behind my back by a bitch

you had in my face every day saying she your cousin,

you mean that stupid baby?

Like that, lock the door.

(dramatic music)

- Fuck.

(dramatic music)

- Hey girl.

- Welcome back bitch.

- What up?

- How does it feel to come outta retirement?

- Retirement?

Bitch calling off the scene for a year retirement.

- Well, one year felt like 20 years

without my best bitch being by my side.

- Girl, please.

I'm quite sure you to make plenty of friends

since I've been gone.

- Girl bye.

These whores is too sneaky and disloyal

'cause this isn't the kind of business

where you can actually trust people.

- You're definitely right about that one.

Who the fuck is that bitch staring at me

like she know me or something?

- Whom?

- The girl with the stiff ass wig on.

- Girl, honey hanging ass.

Me and her worked at the club a few months ago.

She got a problem with anybody

she think gonna her fuck tips up.

- The only problem she should have

is that fucked up ass face of hers (laughs).

- Girl, fuck her. We here to make money, not friends.

I don't even know why she even here.

Like she gotta work anyway.

- What you mean by that?

- Everybody knows she fuck with anything in the city

that has a couple of dollars.

Remember Mike we went to school with?

- From seminar?

- Hmm

- Yeah.

I heard they call him money man now 'cause he into the bag.

But what about on him?

- Him and her used to mess around real heavy.

And that bitch ain't got shit to show for it.

- Me and you both know

just 'cause you fuck with a nigga with money

do not mean he breaking you off.

And besides this is Detroit.

- Hold on. Don't come for my city like that.

- All I'm saying is this,

every nigga walking around with a (mumbles),

wearing a fake Rolex and lame ass chain

acting like they got money

and the niggas that do got money,

they tight with that shit.

They ain't breaking no bitches off.

- Well, if the chic is fucking with a nigga with some money

and he not breaking her off,

either her game trash or her cookie trash.

It's one of the two.

- Looking at her, it's probably both (laughs).

Let me take some selfies

to post on my social media page girl.

- Make sure you put in the caption,

Y'all come show your favorite bottle girl,

some love tonight.

- I don't know.

I don't wanna come off as thirsty and piss Terrance off

more than he already is.

- Girl, fuck Terrance.

He mad 'cause you got a job

trying to help him pay your bills?

Bills that he can't afford.

'Cause child support tax on his ass, girl no.

- Girl, it's not about me having a job.

It's where I'm working that's the problem.

- It's the fucking bar, Kai.

What's the problem?

- Well, I heard that they probably want a little more

than selling champagne bottles off this bar.

That's the problem.

- Okay, and? That don't mean you got to.

What business you know ain't doing a little illegal shit

on the side anyway?

- Did you forget that Terence is a cop India.

- Yeah, a broke cop.

And wasn't he a cop on YouTube Matt?

The same bar that we was working at.

- Well, we engaged now

and I kind of understand where he coming from

He don't want his future wife working in a bar.

It could mess up his reputation especially when he's trying

to get a promotion at the police department.

- No, he don't want you working at the bar

'cause he's afraid you might find somebody

that treats you better than him.

- Terence is just trying to protect me like-

The only person Terence is trying

to protect is himself.

He needs to be happy you even trying to help,

instead of leaving his bum ass,

especially since he had a whole baby on you.

- Lower your damn voice bitch.

I don't need the whole fucking bar over my damn business.

- No, you don't want the whole bar

to hear you over here sounding like a fool.

Worried about what this nigga gotta say.

When you over here trying to help fix his fucking mess.

- All men make mistake, like what guy doesn't?

So what I supposed to just leave the relationship alone?

Forget about years of us learning each other?

Me teaching him how to treat me,

and just pack up and go be with somebody else?

- The first problem is you don't have to teach a man

how to treat you.

A real man gon know.

- That's why they say don't tell your family

and friends shit.

Y'all don't do shit, but worsen the situation.

- Kai, I'm not trying to judge you.

And I'm sorry if I offended you,

but real friends gonna tell you shit you need to hear

and not what you wanna hear.

Do I think you deserve better?

Yes.

Will I sit back and mind my business? Say less.

- Girl you don't know the half

about minding your damn business.

- I will if means and keeping the peace between me

and my best friend.

- I guess you do kind of miss me

getting all emotional and shit (chuckles).

- A little bit.

- Welcome to your first day of y'all orientation, ladies.

It's a line full of bosses outside.

So I'm gonna keep this short and sweet.

Now I always hated the word rules.

So it feel so restricted.

So I won't use it.

I'll call this the list of things you need to do

to keep your motherfucking jobs.

Now I don't care if y'all sell bottles, dreams or pussy.

I really don't.

How you choose to get your coin is strictly on you.

However, this is a hustle

and I expect y'all to hustle at all times.

So if you're looking for one of those bars

that's struggling to stay open with a broke ass clientele,

this ain't that.

If you think you can come up in my ship,

with a fucked up attitude to my customers,

this ain't that.

Outside I got some of everything.

I'm talking doctors, lawyers, scammers, and dope boys.

One thing they all got in common,

they came to spend that green.

And I don't know about y'all,

but we are definitely about our green at all times,

but that being said, I don't care if you make one cent,

one dollar, or hundreds each night.

Tip out is due for everybody at the end of each night.

And it is the same.

That goes for bartenders and bottle girls.

Last but not least,

what happens in the Dirty D stays in the Dirty D.

Those men out there are willing to pay us top dollar

for their privacy.

And that's exactly what we're gonna provide.

Are we clear?

I said, are we clear?

- Yes.

- Good.

That being said, welcome to the Dirty D bitches.

Let's get this money.

- Look like they gonna be doing more than

selling bottles of champagne up in here.

- I'm here for it.

- You ready babe?

- I stay ready.

(music playing indistinctly)

(hip hop music)

- What's up Mike? Long time no see.

- Damn, Kyra.

- In the flesh.

- Goddamn girl. You done filled out real since high school.

- Still the same shit talker, I see.

- Shit, you know what?

That ain't never going to change either.

- Let me go check on the rest of my tables

before I get your ass in trouble.

- Shit trouble.

I'm a grown ass man baby.

- Look.

- This is for the 'em bottles.

And a fat ass tip for your thick ass.

- All right, let me go get the rest of my stables.

Let me know if I can get anything else for you.

- As a matter of fact, it is.

Won't you sit your thick ass over here.

- You playing a dangerous game, Mike,

Did you forget your girl work here?

- My girl?

I ain't had a girl since my third grade crush, baby.

- Honey.

- Honey, ain't my motherfucking girl.

That's just somebody I fuck around with, from time to time.

You know how that shit go.

- All right, let me go get the rest of my table.

Let me know if you need anything.

- All right, baby.

- So that's how we playing it, Mike?

You in my job disrespecting me and shit.

- Disrespecting you?

Don't I have to actually respect your ass first?

- Oh, I see the type of timing on,

these little hoes in here got you feeling yourself, huh?

Man don't forget who was rocking with your bitch ass

when you were selling nickels and dimes on the corner.

- How can I forget?

'Cause you was the same motherfucker on the side of me

selling your ass for them nickles and dimes.

- Man, you know what fuck you Mike?

- Hey, gimme a call when you get home.

- Nigga fuck you.

(Mike speaking indistinctly)

- Shit.

- ID ladies.

- Thank you.

- ID.

- Damn, I think I left it at home.

- Damn, no ID, no entry.

Next. Let's go.

- Wait, please let us in.

We just took Uber all the way across town

to get here, please.

- Yeah, like I just turned 21 yesterday.

See look, that's my name and date of birth right there.

- The fuck I'm supposed to know your name Brick?

- Who else would have their name tattooed on.

- Your mama, your sister? I don't fucking know.

- Well, you know,

there are other ways I can show you how grown I am.

- Oh yeah? (chuckles)

Both of y'all meet me in the bathroom in 10 minutes.

- I got you.

(Boom singing excitedly)

- So all that grown shit you was talking.

- Well, let me show you.

* And I'm grinding *

* Money on my mind and *

* I'm heading to the top *

* I won't stop until I find it *

* Write my name in diamonds *

(Boom moaning)

* I wonder is you worth it *

- Hell, yeah you grown.

* Remind me *

* Don't be afraid of the dark *

* Be careful with stars *

* Not every light is gonna guide you baby *

* Don't let 'em rain on your spark *

* Keep it close to your heart *

* All of the pressure's gonna drive you crazy *

* Close your eyes to the madness *

* In the morning its all gonna vanish *

* Don't be afraid of the dark *

* Be careful with stars *

* Not every light is gonna guide you *

* Uhhh-Uh-Uh *

* Don't be afraid *

(phone ringing)

- Ms. Brenda, what you doing here so late?

- That little trifling ass daughter of mine

asked me to watch TJ while she went to run few errands.

That was two days ago.

- And you haven't heard from her since?

- Now don't you act so shocked Terrance,

this ain't the first time she done this shit,

but I promise you it's gonna be her last.

Now he's got a little fever.

That's been making him a little cranky, okay.

There's Tylenol in the bag.

Give him a little dose in about three hours.

- But Ms. Brenda, I gotta be to work in a few hours.

- Terrance, that is not my problem, okay?

Look like I told the father Keisha's oldest son,

I raised my kids already.

All five to be exact, okay.

Now listen, son.

I love my grandkids, I really do.

But my child raising days are over, okay?

Shit, mama gonna live her life too.

Bye.

(foreboding music)

(phone line trilling)

- Keisha, where the fuck's your ass at?

Your mama just dropped off little T

because your ass is MIA.

Man I don't have time to be dealing with this shit man.

I gotta be at work in a few hours.

Damn.

(foreboding music)

- Girl, I thought we would never get

the last customer out here tonight.

- Girl, the whole damn city was in here tonight.

- It felt like it.

It's 5AM. Terrance's gonna kill my ass.

- Bitch, you see all this

and you worried about how Terrance feels?

- You got a point.

Over a $1,000 in one night.

- Terrance who?

- You know, you did your thing with this, Mandy.

I appreciate you for putting a good word in for me.

I really needed the extra.

- Girl, you know I got you.

Girl code 101. If I eat, my bitch gotta eat too.

- Okay.

Where is Tiffany at? I need to go ahead and pay my tip out

so I can get up outta here.

- Girl, you know she ain't no went nowhere far

not ain't collecting everybody money.

- Can you get it to Tiffany for me? I gotta go.

- Huh uh?

Your sneaky ass.

- What?

- I seen Money Mike in your face all tonight.

- And your late ass probably about to go link with him.

- Now it's my time to tell you

to mind your fucking business.

- You got me.

- Love you girl.

I'll text you when I get in.

- All right, see you later.

- Sneaky ass.

- Damn.

It look like somebody had a good night tonight.

- Sure, ain't complaining.

- Shit, good.

'Cause the customers love you in this motherfucker, girl.

So you making a lot of money with us,

if you play your cards right.

- What exactly is that supposed to mean?

- Hey, I'm gonna leave that up for you to figure out.

- Well, this is me handing this tip out.

Could you give it to Tiffany for me?

What's this?

- Just consider it a congratulations gift on

the first good night.

- I can't take this from you.

- Listen, you can and you will.

You worked your ass off tonight.

This my way saying of thank you.

- Thanks Brick.

- No problem. So I'll see you tomorrow?

- See you tomorrow.

- Cool.

(dramatic music)

- Terrance.

Terrance.

I didn't know you ain't had this bitch drop TJ off

while I was at work.

I told you I don't want her at my house.

- Can you please lower your voice before you wake up TJ?

- Wake him up?

What is he doing here Terrance?

- It's a long story.

- I don't got shit but time.

- Look, Ms. Brenda dropped TJ off earlier today

upset because she been babysitting him for the last two days

after Keisha left claiming to be right back

and Ms. Brenda, haven't heard from her since.

- Have you tried calling her?

- And her phone going straight to voicemail

and apparently this ain't her first time doing this.

- You mean to tell me outta all the money

that you pay this bitch in child support,

she can't afford to find a babysitter to watch her son

while she out hoeing in the streets?

And it's the type of bitch you decided

to cheat on me meet with.

- Well Kyra, can we not do this right now?

I mean, I have to be to work in a few hours gonna be late.

- Work?

It must be take your kid to work day.

- What?

- You must be taking TJ to work with you.

- It's not funny, Kai.

- I'm not laughing.

I done accept the fact that you had a whole baby on me,

but I ain't signed up to be no full time step mama.

No sir. Mm-mmm.

- Look, you know I'm trying to get that raise that we need

and now it's not the time

to be calling in with family problems.

Can you please just watch TJ for a few hours?

- Terrance, I am tired.

I been at work on my feet all night.

I just wanted to come in,

take a hot shower and get some rest.

I didn't sign up for all this other shit.

- I just need to get to the office early enough

to finish a few reports.

I got some personal time I can use

to take the afternoon off.

- Look, you got to one o'clock if you ain't back by then,

TJ will be at the front door of the police station

waiting on your ass to o'clock out.

- You know you ain't got it in you to be that cold.

- Try me.

- Look I gotta get in the shower before I be late.

I owe you.

(somber music)

Lose the attitude.

Look, I gotta go to work. I be back later, all right?

I love you.

- Terrance, you got to one o'clock.

- Damn, at least say I love you back.

- One o'clock Terrance.

- All right.

(ominous music)

- You about to get cussed the fuck out.

(door knock)

What the fuck?

What the fuck is you doing on my front porch, bitch?

- Bitch?

- Did I stutter bitch?

- Where my damn son at Kyra?

My mama told me she dropped him off over here last night.

- She did.

And he ain't going nowhere without Terrance's permission.

- Excuse me. That's my fucking son.

You don't have no say so on shit,

when it comes to him.

- Your son, the one you dumped

at your mama house two days ago?

That's none of your fucking business.

Anything involving Terrance, is my business.

You should have had that same energy a year ago sis.

You know when Terrance was sticking his dick in me,

every chance he got.

Now excuse me so I can get my son, please.

- You got two seconds to get the fuck off my porch.

- Or what?

(ominous music)

- Hello.

I would like to report an intruder

at 444 Miller Drive, thank you.

- I'm taking my damn son with me.

(women speaking indistinctly)

- Get off me.

- Ladies, what's going on here?

- She attacked me, came to pick up my son and she refused.

- Is this true?

- No this bitch is lying officer.

She was trespassing on my fucking property.

- She lying.

I was not trespassing. I came to pick up my son.

- We'll discuss this at the station later.

- What?

- Can I at least get my jacket it is cold outside.

- To jail.

(door knocks)

- Hey Captain, come on in.

- Sorry for interrupting Terrance.

- Oh, no problem.

Just finishing up some paperwork.

- I just came from a meeting with

the department's top brass.

Your name came up.

Don't worry about it. I put a good word in for you

and that promotion you've been looking for

is starting to look really good.

- Thanks, I appreciate that Captain.

You know, I've been working my ass off in

the undercover unit for that promotion.

- I know you have and that's what I told him.

It's also why I'm assigning you

to lead officer on his next case.

And I don't mind telling you this is a big case, all right.

It's very important to the DA's office if we get this right.

But you bust this case open,

that promotion's pretty much guaranteed.

- Well look, I'm ready. What do we have?

- There's Mr. Brick Davis,

one of the city's most notorious criminals.

Mr. Davis has managed to elude both federal

and state criminal charges by staying one step ahead of us.

You ever hear of him?

- I heard his name floating around the station a few times.

What is he being investigated for?

- You name it, drugs, money laundering,

conspiracy, extortion.

That's just to name a few of them.

- And what do we have? - Nothing.

I've had an undercover officer on him for

the last two years.

Still no luck getting close to Brick.

Apparently Mr. Davis likes to keep a nice tight circle.

- So what makes you think that I have any luck on the case?

- You may not.

Right now anything's worth a try.

We need to get eyes inside of that club of theirs.

You know a fresh face no one knows.

With you going undercover right outta the academy,

chance of anyone recognizing you as a cop is slim to none.

- When do I start? - Now.

We have reason to believe that Mr. Davis

and his wife, Tiffany, are selling drugs outta that club

that just opened up over there, called the Dirty D.

- Are we sure about this?

We're extremely, extremely sure.

We have very reliable information from our inside informant.

Our goal is to take down Mr. Davis, his wife

and anyone else associated with them by any means necessary.

You think you got this?

- Yes sir.

- You better.

'Cause that promotion you've been talking about

pretty much relies on it.

- I understand Captain.

- Look, I'm gonna set up a meeting between you

and our undercover officers, as soon as I can, all right?

I want to get him to get you up to speed on

what he knows about Mr. Brick Davis.

- Sounds good.

- From now on, we only meet outside the office.

You never know what kind of listening ears

are floating around here.

Hey what's going on out there? - What?

- Fuck off me.

Wait till my fiance here about this shit.

- What the fuck is going on?

And Kyra why are you in handcuffs?

- She was arrested for assault and battery

and false imprisonment of a minor.

- What happened? And where's TJ?

- TJ with his red ass mama.

She pulled up to the house, trying to pick him up.

And I told her he not going nowhere

without your permission first.

While I was dialing 911,

this bitch brushed past me into the house.

By the time the police finally got there,

I was already beating her ass.

Then I got handcuffed.

- Oh my God.

- I'm sorry T, I didn't know this was your girl.

- Sorry man.

Just make sure you destroy any record of this incident.

- I'll destroy the incident report right away.

- Thank you.

- Can you uncuff me?

- I'm trying.

- All this go away quick.

- Look, I'm sorry.

- Terence I'm so tired of your pathetic ass apologies.

India was right. I don't deserve this shit.

- But what is that supposed to mean?

- Exactly what the fuck it sound like?

Get the fuck off me dealing with this shit

making me late for work.

(dramatic music)

- I can't believe I've been with you since last night.

I'm glad I got a change the clothes in my bag.

- You know what?

I really enjoyed your company.

I hope I get to see your pretty ass again tonight, baby.

- Maybe, maybe not.

- Shit.

Damn.

(knocking on window)

- Let me find out I got a nigga pussy with.

- Look and if you do, do not tell a soul (mumbles).

All right now.

Shit.

- Oh, I know this nigga ain't on that type of fucking shit.

Was that my nigga car that I saw you just getting out of?

- Who Mike?

- Bitch don't play dumb.

- That definitely wasn't your nigga last night.

- Well, you must have me fucked up.

- Bitch, move.

- This motherfucker right here.

- Why is this bitch not picking up her phone?

Oh my God.

- Hey girl? What's up?

Everything okay?

- Hey Nikki, yeah I'm good.

I'm trying to get in contact with Kyra.

And she ain't picking up for me.

- Girl, it's still early.

Maybe she's taking care of few things

before her shift start.

- You probably right.

She did say she needed a book for her midterms.

See tripping and why's your ass here so early anyway?

I left my car here and rode with a friend last night

and he had something to do.

So I came in early.

- Okay, alright.

Well that's quick drinking on the house to kill some time.

- How you know we not supposed to be drinking on the job

and I am not trying to get fired.

- Girl, well, technically we're not even on a job since

our shift haven't even started yet.

- Where's Brick and Tiffany?

- Tiffany won't be here until later

and Brick has some type of top secret meeting with Honey.

- I wonder what that's all about.

- Girl, I do not give a damn and either should you,

the only thing we should worry about around here,

it's minding our damn business.

- You know what, you probably right.

- I know, right.

(dramatic music)

(phone chimes)

A light or dark?

- Dark.

- Okay, my type of girl.

- All right.

To a night of getting money.

- Okay, I drink to that.

- One more round on me?

- Girl, I'm always good for free drinks.

- Okay. Oh shit.

- Thank you.

Damn I forgot I haven't eaten all day.

Shit I'm starting to feel these shots already.

- Girl, let me find out your ass is not a drinker.

- Bitch please.

I just need to put something on my stomach.

I'm about to order me something from Uber Eats

and lay down in the back.

When my food get here, can you bring it to me please?

- Yes girl, I got you.

- Okay, thank you girl.

(dramatic music)

Oh shit.

Bitch is that you?

- It's my turn.

- Let's see what all this hype is about.

* Of me, me, me *

* Losing control *

* I'm gonna explode *

* Can you bring it back to me, me, me *

* Bring it back to me, me, me please *

* Bring it back to me, me, me please *

* Bring it back to me, me, me please *

* It's making me feel so incomplete *

* Feeling like a puppet controlled by some strings *

* It's killing me 'cause I just can't say what I mean *

* And everywhere I go is the wrong place to be *

* I think I should go home but I don't know where it is *

* Bring it back to me, me, me please *

* Bring it back to me, me, me please *

* Bring it back to me, me, me please *

* It's making me feel so incomplete *

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