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- [Narrator] Previously on "The Dirty D."

- [Tiff] Do you know what'd happen

if Brick found out about us?

- Hey, relax, Brick ain't gonna find out shit.

(suspenseful music)

- Brick, you are a married man.

What do you want from me, like what are we doing here?

- [Brick] Let me upgrade you. - To what, your side bitch?

- Because to me,

it look like you drugging your fellow employee

right up under my damn camera.

- It look like these pictures?

Look like you fucking your husband's best friend.

- Everything good? - It will be real soon.

- Would you ever cheat on me, Tiff?

- [Tiff] What the fuck, Brick?

(suspenseful music continues)

- What are you doing?

- Making sure I have evidence of our little arrangement.

- VIP is for certain guests only.

- Certain guests, like who? - Not you.

- $50,000?

- 50K, nigga, you got that?

- Here's both.

Now what?

- No, it's not a foundation glow.

This is, uh, I just got some new dick type of glow, honey.

- Okay, I met somebody.

- What the fuck is this nigga doing here?

(suspenseful music continues)

- [Woman] Baby, baby, y'all two know each other then?

- What the fuck I wanna know is what he doing in my house?

(tense music)

(upbeat music)

* Radio, ready *

* 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 *

* 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 *

* 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 *

- Baby, this is Paris' new boyfriend

I was telling you about.

- Well, maybe we can just sit down and explain everything.

- Look, Paris, I love you like a sister.

Ain't shit to explain, this nigga gotta go.

- No, Paris is my guest and he is hers.

- Paris need to entertain that nigga at her house then.

- Brick, I know how it may look,

but we met the night of your anniversary party.

- That's one hell of a coincidence.

Out of all the bitches at the party that night,

you end up hooking up with my wife's best friend?

- Nigga, I ain't know she was your wife's best friend

until after the first date.

- Yeah, well, unfortunately for you,

I don't believe in luck.

- Brick, you really overreacting right now.

- Yeah, P, think we need to go.

- No, y'all don't have to go nowhere.

- Yes, the fuck y'all do.

- Tiffany, we could just do this some other time.

- Yeah, it's nice meeting you.

- It's nice meeting you, I'm sorry.

- I wish it had been under better terms.

(tense music)

- All right. - I'll call you.

(door shutting)

What, what the fuck was that?

- Do you know why that nigga was at our anniversary party

in the first fucking place?

- I assumed you invited him.

- [Brick] Fuck no.

Malik did.

- Malik?

Why the fuck would Malik invite him

to our anniversary dinner?

- Well, apparently he been supplying that nigga

for a couple years now.

Malik thought I might wanna do some business

with that nigga.

- You and I both know Paris does not date dope boys.

- Well, you see where the fuck I'm coming from then, huh?

- Clearly, it's just some big misunderstanding, Brick.

- Yeah, maybe. Maybe not.

Either way it go, I ain't taking no fucking chances.

- And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?

- I don't want that nigga back in this house, Tiffany.

- [Tiffany] Whatever, Brick.

(tense music intensifies)

- What's the deal? - What's good, Big Brick?

(door shutting)

- Shit, shit. I called you in here, dog.

Need to go over a few things.

- Ah, what's good?

How many parties you got scheduled?

- Three including Honey's shit.

- Shit, we gonna need some extra security, bro.

- Yeah, I agree.

I already told all the security

make sure they on deck that night.

- Yeah, yeah. How we doing VIP?

- Hmm.

Let's just keep it to our regular clientele.

I got a few people stopping back that night.

- For sure, sure.

Anything else?

- Mm, I think that's it.

- All right, man.

I'm finna to get the fuck outta here

and get ready for my date with Nikki.

- Nikki? (man laughing)

- I know, right?

- Nigga, Nikki don't even seem like your type.

- Yeah, she actually cool as fuck

once you get to know her, bro.

Been a minute since I felt like this about a female.

- Nigga, you say that about every bitch.

- Nah, bro, Nikki different.

- Yeah, all right.

Get to know her, see if you feel the same way.

- See, I'm trying to get to know this bitch, bro.

I'll hit you up though.

- Yeah, all right. - All right, Bricky.

(door shutting)

- Whew.

Hey, girl. - Hey, what's up?

- [Woman] Hey, wanted to apologize

for my husband's behavior the other night.

- You don't have to apologize to me.

Brick got the right to say who he does

and doesn't want in his personal space.

- Yeah, but it's not about what he said.

It was how he said it.

- Okay, and he ain't never been one to sugarcoat anything.

- Mm-hm, especially when he feels strongly about something.

- Okay, what he feeling strongly about?

What's going on?

- Girl, what exactly does Jason do for a living?

- He does real estate, like I told you.

- Mm.

Honey, Jason is a whole dope boy.

And the connect at that.

- [Paris] What?

- Malik brought him to our anniversary dinner

to try to do business with my husband.

- Okay, no.

Far as I know, he does real estate.

And you know I ain't never dating no dope boy.

- So maybe it's just a misunderstanding.

- Are you sure Brick not making this whole thing up?

- My husband is a lot of things,

but just being a liar for no reason

is not one of them, girl.

- Okay, so it's a misunderstanding, period.

Point blank.

- Okay, and if it is, then how about

I invite him to the party at the club tonight?

- All right.

Well, he did say he wanted to chop things up with him,

you know, get everything under control.

- Okay, and you my homegirl, not just my assistant.

I can't have my man beefing with yours.

- Yeah, all right, well, I ain't been outside in a minute.

Sounds like date night to me.

- Then we have it there.

- [Paris] Okay, date night.

- All right, if you need me, I'll be in my office.

(person knocking)

(door creaking)

- Brick, what the fuck you doing here, nigga?

- Fuck off. - What? Hold up.

What's up?

(tense music)

- You know how I made it this far in these streets, Malik?

- Fuck is that supposed to be?

Some type of trick question or something, nigga?

- Nigga, do I look like a fucking magician?

- I mean, shit, nigga, you a smart man.

- Smart and only fucking with niggas that I can trust.

See you ain't got shit in these streets

if you ain't got no trust, Malik.

- [Malik] Hey dog, is this about that shit about Tiffany?

- Man, fuck that bitch.

This shit about me and you.

- Me and you?

- Met Paris' new boyfriend the other day.

- Paris' boyfriend?

Nigga, what the fuck do that got to do with me and you?

- Nigga, Paris new boyfriend is the same nigga

you brought to my house the other day.

Jason. Nigga, you remember him?

- Jason?

- So imagine how surprised I was when this nigga showed up

to my front door with Paris.

- How the fuck this happen?

- [Brick] That's what the fuck I'm trying to find out

from you, Malik.

- Look dog, I been dealing with Jason for a minute, dog.

That nigga's solid.

- Nigga, ice solid too.

Till you put that heat to it.

Get to the bottom of this shit, Malik.

ASAP, nigga.

(tense music continues)

(tone beeps)

- Fuck man.

(dramatic music) (weapon cocking)

(weapon firing) (birds squawking)

- Hey, sorry I'm late, Cap.

I stopped by the station

to pick up that replacement badge, man.

The clerk told me you had it?

- Yeah, I did.

Look, this second replacement badge I've had to get for you

so far this year alone, Marcus, okay?

One more, I gonna have to file a report.

- Oh don't worry, man, I won't misplace this one,

but I mean, you know the problem is the kids

are wearing these skinny jeans these days.

They don't even make deep- - Save it, okay.

Save the excuses, I don't need 'em.

Just don't lose that one.

- I got you. - Fuck up my hunt,

I'm coming back after it.

- All right. - Now what new information

do you have for me on this Brick Davis case?

- Well, you know I'm taking a different approach

because I'm not getting anywhere with Malik.

- Okay, I'm listening. - So you know Malik

invited me to a party to meet with Brick the other day,

right? - Yeah.

- Yeah, so Brick shut that whole thing down, man.

He didn't wanna discuss business on his anniversary.

- So besides finding out that Mr. Davis is a loving husband,

what else did you happen to get?

- Well, nothing yet, but that's about to change now

because I found a new angle.

- This better be good 'cause I'm running out of excuses

to give to the department

'cause why they shouldn't come down here

and shut this entire undercover operation down.

It's been two years, officer, with no arrests.

- Well, yeah, me and Tiffany's best friend, Paris,

happened to be walking out of the party

at the same time, coincidentally.

So we exchanged numbers, we chatted a little bit, you know.

- Yeah, and you think that she's got information

on what Brick's been up to?

- Well, well, her and Tiffany

are best friends and women talk.

- Look, we don't have the time

to wine and dine the information out of her, Officer Marcus.

Okay?

I have a meeting with the department heads

in one week and I have to give them something,

anything to convince them not to come down here

and pull the plug on this entire operation.

- All right, well, look,

I went to a dinner with her the other week

at Brick and Tiffany's house.

- This sounds a little more promising, though, keep going.

- So in return, we're all going to the club, right?

They invited me there, they invited her there.

It's like a peace offering.

I'm sure once I get in there I'll have eyes on

different areas, VIPs, lounges,

that most people won't have access to.

- I need something solid in my hands before this meeting

or I promise you, we're all gonna be looking for a new job.

(phone dinging)

- Wait, he says he wants to meet right now.

- Be careful. - Okay.

- Hey, keep me posted.

(tense music)

(door clicking)

- What's up, my nigga?

- Hey, that's what the fuck I'm trying to figure out.

- Shit, we got a problem or something?

- Man, that depends on how you explain to me

how you show up to Brick house

with his wife's best friend, nigga.

- Why the fuck is it any concern to y'all

who I'm sticking my dick in?

- You from the streets, right? - Yeah.

- So I'm sure that you can understand

how me and Brick are feeling.

- Yeah, y'all would understand

that there's two consenting adults

that met at a party and started dating.

Like I'm not gonna keep telling y'all people.

I'm a grown-ass man.

So why are y'all worried about who I'm dating, man?

I don't feel like I need to explain

any of this shit to y'all.

Like I told them, man,

I didn't know that she was Tiffany's best friend

until after the first date.

(Brick chuckles)

- You know, I think it's in everybody's best interest

for you to just stop seeing Paris altogether, nigga.

- With all due respect.

Look, man, I know we done did a lot of business together,

man, you done put a lot of money in my pockets

and I appreciate it,

but ain't nobody gonna tell me who I can date.

And that goes for you, Brick, and Tiffany.

So if he wanna make his decision to not do business

off of that, then so be it.

- Look, man, even if I did believe, Brick wouldn't.

Man, this could cause a lot of unnecessary-ass drama

for a lot of people.

Especially me 'cause I brought your ass in.

Now if shit go left, it's gonna fall back on me.

- You need to stop letting personal shit

get in the way of money, Malik.

So when you ready to talk business, hit me up, man.

(tense music continues)

- Shit.

(tense music continues)

What the fuck this? (metal jingling)

Man, what the fuck!

(person knocking)

- Hey. - Hey, what's up?

You miss Daddy already, huh?

- Of course I do, but that's not why I'm here.

- What's up?

- Do you think that India

can break VIP with me this weekend?

You know it's Honey's birthday party

and the club gonna be banging,

and I definitely can use the extra help.

- Yeah, I'll talk to Tiffany about it

when I get home tonight.

- Wait, she's not coming in tonight?

- Nah, her and her girl having a girl's night.

- Isn't that cute. (Brick laughing)

- Shit, you look nice tonight.

- Uh-uh, we cannot do this in this club.

You know, you know we can't.

- Why not?

Last time I checked, I was the owner of this motherfucker.

(sultry chill music)

* Sorry in advance if I messed up your damn time *

* I'm serious *

* Serious about you *

* I apologize for the look that it's in my eyes *

* I'm curious, I'm curious about you *

* If you wanna climb a mountaintop, babe *

* You got to be, babe *

* If you wanna climb a mountaintop, babe *

* You got to be *

- At this point, I think you just calling

and make (indistinct) trying to see me.

What's up?

- Brick was right about Jason.

(tense music)

That nigga's a cop.

- Don't fucking joke like that.

- When have you ever known me to joke about 12, Tiff?

Look, I pulled up on Jason the other day

to tell that nigga, he need to stop fucking with Paris.

And of course, he refused.

And this motherfucker fell out of his pocket

when he got out of my car.

And you didn't shoot the motherfucker

right there on the spot? - Shoot him?

- Yes. - In broad daylight,

in the middle of a parking lot

with cameras all around that bitch?

I'm trying to avoid jail,

not spend the rest of my life in that motherfucker.

- All right, this is bad, but how much do you think he know?

- Enough to shut all our business down

and put me and Brick away for a very fucking long time.

- Fuck, Malik.

- Look, I got a plan.

We just need to find a way to plant this badge

where Paris will find it.

- What does Paris have to do with this?

Why can't we just tell my husband?

- Brick is already suspicious of me

because I'm the one that brought Jason into the fold.

If I expose Jason,

Marcus, or whatever the fuck his name is, to Brick,

he gonna think that I really had something to do

with this shit. - Well, nigga, did you?

- Now you know better than to ask me

some dumb shit like that.

Look, I may fuck a nigga bitch,

but I would never fuck with a nigga's freedom.

- Right, 'cause the two are so different, right?

- Listen, as long as a nigga got his freedom,

he can always get another bitch.

But fuck all of that, Tiff.

Man, you gotta stay focused.

We got a lot of shit on the line right now.

- Okay, why can't we just tell Brick?

- Okay, look we tell Brick, then what?

He already suspicious.

Then he start looking and digging into shit.

Then he find out about our affair.

- This is just all a lot of betrayal right now, nigga.

- You need to relax.

I told you I got a plan.

We just need to plant the badge where Paris can find it.

I'm sure she gonna bring it to you and Brick.

And once Brick bring it to me,

I'm gonna just act like I don't know

what the fuck is going on.

- How do we know that she gonna bring it to me and Brick?

What if she just confront Jason for lying?

- Look, I don't, but I hope for our sake, she does.

Look, I think the best way to go about this

is to do it when you and her go to a spa.

She go to the bathroom.

You plant that motherfucker in her purse.

Easy and simple.

- See, that's why niggas get caught cheating all the time.

Does that make sense to you?

Do you not think that bitch not gonna notice

this big-ass badge in her purse all day?

- What fucking plan you got then, huh, Sherlock Holmes?

- Look, I don't know.

But I do know I invited them out to the club

so, that'll give me some time to figure this shit out.

And come up with a better plan than your ass.

(tense music)

(dramatic music)

- Who is he? - Who is who?

- Don't fucking play with me.

The nigga you fucking. - What?

- You heard me.

And I bet it's some nigga that you met

down at that fucking club.

- Good night, Terrance, I'm going to bed.

I ain't got time for this shit.

- I knew once you started working down at that fucking club,

that it ain't wasn't gonna be nothing but fucking trouble.

You only been working there for a few months

and it's already starting to fuck up our relationship.

- No, you fucking your baby mama fucked up our relationship.

- How many times do I have to tell you

I am not fucking that girl?

- Well, from the video I just sent you,

(phone dings)

I'm having a hard time believing that shit.

(tense music)

- This bitch.

- I don't know what I would do

if you didn't come over here

and help me with these kids, Mama.

- Girl, your ass would probably be on the damn news.

- Oh, don't do me like that. (laughing)

(person knocking)

- Keisha, I know you didn't invite

your little ghetto-ass friends over here

while I'm over here helping cleaning.

- Mom, relax, it's probably just my Amazon package.

You know I know better than that.

- You don't need to order nothing else.

You can barely walk around here

with all this stuff as it is.

- You can never have too much stuff.

- Get the door, Keisha. - I'll be back. (laughing)

(tense music)

(Keisha groaning)

- Think this is a game?

- The fuck? - Huh?

- [Keisha] Terrance, what the? (groaning)

- Told you what'd happen if you play with me, Keisha.

Now why the fuck would you send that video to Kyra?

- Terrance? - Huh?

- Stop! - Put your hands

on my child one more time,

and I swear I'll make all your kids bastards.

The only reason I'm not calling the police

is 'cause I don't want you to lose your job.

- Of course you don't.

Then this greedy bitch couldn't get

half of my check every week.

(Keisha sobbing)

Unless it's an emergency about my son,

don't fucking call me.

- Get the fuck out, Terence.

(Keisha sobbing)

What I tell you about messing with that man, huh?

- Ma. - Maybe he knocked some sense

into your damn head.

Fuck.

(tense music continues)

- I need to talk to you in private.

- [Brick] Yeah, well, we don't open for another hour,

so, um, come back then.

Thank you, Nikki.

- Nah, I think you wanna have this conversation in private.

- Hey, Nikki, give me a minute.

(soft music)

Listen, dog, my time is valuable.

Don't waste it. What the fuck you want?

- I want Kyra fired tonight.

(Brick laughing)

- Nigga, is you on drugs, crazy?

Or just fucking stupid?

- Whichever one you choose.

Now I'm gonna say this again.

Kyra is to be fired immediately.

- Mr. Walker is it, right?

(suspenseful music)

Listen, my time is valuable.

And I wasted enough of it on you already, bro.

- See, you're making a very big mistake.

- Nigga, no, I ain't.

Kyra one of my best employees.

(suspenseful music continues)

Nigga, what's your big fucking obsession with her anyway?

- Because Kyra is my fucking fiance.

- Your fiance? (laughing)

I get it.

Them late night hours got you feeling

a tad bit insecure, huh? (laughing)

- See, we not here to discuss me.

I'm here to give you until the end of the week

to let Kyra go, or else.

- Nigga, or else what?

- Or else I'll have this bitch raided and shut down.

- Oh. (laughing)

Okay.

So you undercover police officer.

You just blew your whole cover to come in here

and threaten me about a bitch.

- See, some things are worth losing

if you know what you have to gain.

- You soft-ass niggas kill me.

And tell me, how you know me firing Kyra gonna solve

all your, uh, relationship issues?

- Because our problems didn't start

until Kyra started working here.

- If you say so.

(suspenseful music continues)

- Just make sure you give Kyra

a justifiable reason for firing her.

You know?

So she won't get suspicious or anything.

- Get the fuck on.

- Oh yeah.

By the way, been meaning to tell you,

you have a very nice place here.

I would hate to have to shut it down.

(suspenseful music continues)

- Okay, class, I believe you are all dismissed.

(soft music)

- Brick, what are you doing here?

- Man, why the fuck did you lie to me, Kyra?

- I haven't lied to you about anything.

- Oh you lied to me when you told me you ain't had no man.

- I never said I didn't have a man,

I said it was complicated.

- Yeah, I guess you would call that nigga

being a cop complicated.

Coming down to my shit, threatening me.

- He did what? - Yeah, I was told

if I ain't fire you,

he was gonna come and shut my club down.

- So this nigga goes out and cheats on me,

then try to fuck my life up?

Un-fucking-believable. So now what?

I guess I'm fired now, huh?

You know what, fuck you and Terrance.

- Nobody firing you, Kyra.

Here.

- What's this? - It's keys to your new place.

- I'm confused.

- Man, have your shit packed by the end of the week.

The games is over with.

(Kyra mumbling)

(doorbell ringing)

- [Kyra] Hey, girl.

- Hey, bestie. - What's up?

- Oh.

Okay.

Oh, bitch, this is what I'm talking about.

A fully-furnished apartment.

Girl, I guess dreams do come true.

You can turn a ho into a housewife. (laughing)

I'm just saying being the side chick don't seem so bad.

- I mean, I ain't gonna lie,

I don't like being the side chick,

like I never expected to go this far.

- Well, it did, so ain't no use in feeling bad about it now.

- I mean, I don't feel bad about being with Brick.

I honestly can see myself being with him

for the rest of my life. - Oh. (laughing)

Brick must be better in bed than I thought.

Got you all dreamy eyed and shit.

- Why you even worried about how good my man is in bed?

- I'm just saying, you know what they say

about those chocolate men.

They like to swing-a-ling and dang-a-ling.

- I cannot with you.

Come help me start unpacking my stuff.

- Okay.

- Man, what I'm about to tell you, bro,

this shit cannot leave this room.

- Nigga, I haven't exposed any of your secrets?

- Fair enough.

I've been seeing Kyra for a minute now, bro.

(Jason laughing)

- Yeah, I figured that out already, nigga.

I seen the way you look at her.

- Damn, it's that obvious, huh?

- Yeah.

Nigga, I thought you called me to tell me some deep shit.

(dramatic music)

- Yeah, well, the shit about to get deeper.

I'm leaving Tiffany, bro.

- Nigga, I was thinking Rod Wave deep,

not Erykah Badu deep.

What the fuck? - It is what it is.

(Jason laughing)

- That young pussy got you ready to risk it all, huh?

Goddamn. - Man that shit

ain't even about no pussy, boom.

Kyra really like a breath of fresh air, bro.

She don't give a fuck about the big house

and all the fancy cars and shit.

- How long you think that's gonna last, Brick?

- I don't see this shit changing, bro.

- What about Tiffany, nigga?

- I love Tiffany to death

but I ain't in love with her no more.

Kyra coming in the scene just made me realize that shit.

- So you don't think you rushing into this, huh?

- No, I been feeling like this for a while now.

Kyra come around just made me realize that shit.

And for the first time, I'm starting to feel like

I can't trust Tiffany's ass. - Damn!

I ain't know shit was this bad, Brick.

- I'm just trying to stop this shit from not getting worse.

- What the fuck we gonna do about the club

being it's in Tiffany name?

You try to leave her, she gonna fight you for everything.

- Man, I don't give a fuck about this club.

Man, Tiffany can have all this shit.

Got enough money stashed away to start over.

Of course I'm taking you with me.

- Tiff like a sister to me, Brick.

Fucking hate seeing y'all going through this shit.

But you know, got your back, baby. Whatever you decide.

- You always do.

Just like I got yours.

That's why what I'm about to tell you, bro,

you ain't about to like this shit.

- Hey man, you can't fuck my head up no more

than you already have.

- All right, bro, don't be too sure about that.

- Hey man, whatever you about to say,

just fucking say it.

- You don't know Nicki the way you think you do.

Nigga, take the phone.

(soft music)

(phone clicks) - Where the fuck she at?

- Hey, boom.

Handle this shit on your own time, bro.

I need you focused tonight.

(dramatic music)

(door chimes)

- Hey, babe. - What's up, gorgeous?

What you doin'? - Thinking about you.

- These are for you. - Oh chocolate, my favorite.

Look, I gotta be careful not to eat the whole box.

I don't need no more pounds adding onto this body, okay?

- Well, from over here, your body looking right, so.

- Okay, thank you. Let me go put this box away.

Now, i I take this home, I'd be eating the whole box.

- Oh well, I'm gonna eat your whole box.

(both laughing)

Mm.

- You ready? - Mm-hm, yeah.

Well, I mean hopefully tonight goes smoothly.

- Yeah, it will.

You know Brick just had to get over that initial shock

of us dating in the first place.

- Okay.

Yeah, you might be right.

I mean, it will be nice if me and Brick could get along,

you know, not even just for the sake of you and Tiffany

but you know, I plan on expanding my real estate business.

So, it would be cool to run some ideas

past a successful businessman, you know?

- Mm, I think you better off talking to Tiffany

about that kind of stuff.

She's the mastermind behind

all the business-side of things.

- What, damn, I wouldn't even have seen that

from the outside looking in, wow.

- Yes, we both know things are not what they seem.

- Hey yeah, you right.

You know the saying, behind every successful man

is a woman that does all the work, so.

- Exactly, see, that's why I told Tiffany

she was wrong about Brick thinking you was a drug dealer.

- Brick told Tiffany I sell drugs?

- Yes, and I just told her it was a big misunderstanding.

You wouldn't lie to me about something like that, right?

(upbeat music)

- Of course not. (chuckles)

Yeah, come on, let's get going then.

You wanna cut the lights, or something like that?

- [Paris] Yeah, I'm gonna cut the lights out.

* Yeah, told my girl to pipe down *

* Need it right now *

* Lately, I been *

- Hey, Jason. - How you doing, gorgeous?

- How are you? - I'm well.

- Good to see you.

- Yes, you know I was overdue for a night out

so my baby wanted to come out.

- [Jason] Yeah, stop working my lady so hard.

- Well, I guess she's not a single girl anymore

so I gotta stop putting her on a schedule so much.

- Absolutely. Yeah, I got be plans for this one right here.

- Okay, well, how y'all love birds

feel about my little VIP setup?

- I like it. - No, I actually love

the vibe in here and the energy is perfect, so.

- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, get comfortable. - Okay.

- Girl. Give me that badass coat.

I can take yours too, Jas'.

- Thank you. - Yeah, last time I went out,

some drunk ass spilled drinks all over my mink, girl.

- We ain't gonna do that here.

I'm gonna put these in my husband's office. Okay.

- Okay. - We good.

- It's already turning. - Yeah.

(people chattering)

(upbeat music)

- Where honey at?

- You told her she could take off for her birthday.

You don't remember?

- No, girl, don't get smart with me in my own shit

and um, go take my friends a bottle of champagne.

- As soon as I'm done with this order.

- I said now, Kyra.

- Can I get a bottle of champagne, Nikki?

- Where the hell is the waitress at with our drinks?

Lemme go to the bathroom real quick.

- Okay.

(upbeat music continues) (people chattering)

- Babe, you should see the bathroom.

It looked like something off a magazine.

When I say velvet walls,

touchscreen mirrors, all type of things.

- Oh yeah? - Yes.

My girl doing it big. - Here you guys go.

Just lemme know if there's anything else I can get you.

- Thank you.

Yeah, those black bottles over there,

those are really unique.

- Excuse me? - The black bottles

over there with no labels.

Like I just saw you give one to another guest.

I see you gotta be on a special list to get that.

- They're a very exclusive brand in the club.

- So you can only be, you only sell that

to different customers on that list.

- Yeah, you gotta be on the VIP list.

And I don't recall you being on there.

Nigga, as a matter of fact,

I don't recall them putting you on the list at all.

- No, you didn't. Your wife did.

(Brick scoffs)

- Kyra, I handle this.

You know you starting to be more annoying than a roach.

- That is not how you talk to your guest, Brick.

- Guests gotta be invited. - And we were invited

by Tiffany.

- Yeah, all right. We'll see about that.

(Kyra and Jason muttering)

- Listen, this night not gonna end

the way we thought it would. - It is.

(upbeat music) * Ooh, let's go *

* Ah, tippy top *

* Wait, wait *

* Hold up, Q (clearing throat) *

* Yeah, uh, feel like I'm at the tippy top of my game *

* Looking down at the rafters *

* I had to son these boys, can't leave 'em bastards *

* A lot of dudes just some undercover actors *

* I don't fall for it, I'm privy to all your tactics *

* Yeah, so try again this, time take a vitamin *

* Yeah, invite 'em in, welcome to the lions den *

* And I'm Mufasa, big boss in charge of *

* Coming in like a bull *

* You see me raising the stock up, uh, yeah *

* So baby, you gon' need some patience *

* I already won now I'm just making a statement *

* Uh, damn baby, why ya mans keep hating *

* You asking about the cake, you here for the celebrations *

* And I ain't fishing, I ain't really into baiting *

* I know they all wish I'd take away their maiden *

* But, sorry I'm taken, me and my lady mating *

* She look me in the eyes *

* And tell me how much she loving all my *

* Uh *

* Uh, confidence, yeah *

* It really shouldn't be no arguments *

* 'Cause you're now viewing the greatest of all time *

* Saying I can't get better *

* I promise they all lying on my confidence *

* Yeah, that's right *

* Uh, look *

* I think it's time you start using your common sense *

* Everybody watch out 'cause the bomb is lit *

* I got that, uh, uh, uh, uh, confidence, that's right *

* Confidence *

* Yeah, uh, confidence *

* That's me, hol' up *

* Yeah *

* Ooh *

* C-C-C-confidence *

* Yeah *

* Promise I'm really this astonishing *

* And ya, you're now viewing the greatest of all time *

* No need for thank you's, the pleasure is all mine *

* That's my confidence *

* Yeah, that's right *

* No down playing my accomplishments *

* You call me arrogant, I take it as a compliment *

* I got that, ah, ah, confidence, come on now *

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