Original subtitles

- What the fuck do I gotta do with why you locked up?

- Go ask your cop ass boyfriend.

I know he planted that badge in my office

to keep me away from you.

- Did you set Brick up, Terrance?

- Man, that nigga set his self up.

- [Detective] Definitely looks like

this could be Tiffany Davis.

- Oh, Boom, this is Brick's power of attorney,

leaving me over all of Brick's affairs.

- So it looks like you're about eight weeks along.

- Eight weeks?

- Give or take a few days.

- Ms. Roberts, are you aware that your sister's best friend

was murdered inside of her spa a couple weeks ago?

- Oh my god!

No!

- Thank you.

(dramatic music)

- No need to thank me.

I did that for my sister.

Trust me, after the hell I'm about to cause in your life,

the last thing you gon' wanna do is thank me.

- Last set of fingerprints right here

belongs to your wife.

Tiffany.

- Tiffany?

(dramatic music)

(mellow R&B music)

* Radio *

* 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 *

* Come and visit Motown *

* Won't slow down *

(dramatic music)

- Tiffany?

Man, if you don't get this bullshit out my face, dawg.

- Brick, I understand your frustration, man.

But this test was done by a complete neutral third party.

- So you mean to tell me Tiffany,

my own fuckin' wife,

had something to do with being set up

and locked up in this bitch?

- I ain't saying all that.

What I'm saying is there's no other way

to explain her fingerprints being on this badge.

- Fuck.

- Now, I'll have my assistant write up a motion to dismiss,

and I'll get it filed asap.

- So my fingerprints not being on the badge

should be enough to get me up out this bitch, right?

- Usually that is the case.

These motherfuckers seem to have a hard on for you, Brick,

so it might not be that easy.

- Fuck.

Hey, I need one more last favor from you, dawg.

- What's that?

That's what you pay me the big bucks for.

- Remember the girl, Kyra, I was telling you about?

- Yeah, that's the one you wanted to add

to your overseas bank account, right?

- Right, yeah, I need you gone and take a couple thousand

out of one of them accounts

and gone and give it to her for me.

Just wanted to make sure she's straight

while I got all this going on.

- All right, I'll get that squared away for you

as soon as possible, bro.

You all good, you need anything else?

- Nah, good looking, dawg.

- You my dawg, man.

I'll get that taken care of for you as soon as possible.

(buzzer buzzing)

(soft dramatic music)

- What the fuck, Tiff?

(soft dramatic music)

Guard!

(dramatic music)

- Boom, I have some important clients coming in tonight.

I don't want them waiting in line or getting searched.

- Nigga, everybody get searched.

- That wasn't a request, dawg.

That was a order.

Don't forget who the fuck is in charge around here.

I hope I'm not gon' have any problems outta you.

- Problems?

- You know, when somebody fuckin' the boss,

they tend to not do they job.

I just wanna be clear that I'm the boss around here now,

unless you're planning on fuckin' on me.

Right, then I expect you to do your job.

- Don't worry, I am.

Boom, how long Brick gon' keep ignoring me?

I know he all fucked up about Tiffany and shit,

but that's not a reason for him to be treating me like this.

- Just give him a minute, Kyra, damn.

The man just lost his wife,

and he locked up fighting a murder charge.

- Look, I didn't ask to be in the middle

of none of this shit.

That nigga chased me until I gave in.

- The bottom line is you gave in,

knowing that man was married.

It's the shit that come with that decision.

- You know what?

Fuck, Brick, I'm done with all this shit.

- Whatever, man.

This fuckin' club.

(gentle music)

(gentle music) (car horn blows)

- Ladies, I know we all thought my time here

would be minimal.

But with the current sudden events that have been happening,

it seems like my time here is gon' be a whole hell

of a lot longer than expected.

Now I know adjusting to new management

can sometimes be strenuous,

and I get it,

but we don't have a lot of time for adjustments.

I need all of you to be ready.

The doors of The Dirty D open up in 30 minutes,

and I need all hands on deck.

Also, I picked a new manager.

Ivy, come forward.

Ladies, Ivy is gon' be your new manager.

If you have any problems at all, bring them to her first.

If she feels the need

that it's important enough to bring to me, she will.

Now with that being said, welcome back to The Dirty D.

- This shit is too much.

- Look like you need to improve

on your dick sucking skills, boo.

What you doing ain't working for you.

(mellow hip-hop music)

* Smooth *

* Like cognac, I'm a big threat, yeah *

* I just came to sightsee and get your bitch wet *

- IDs, ladies, welcome to The Dirty D.

* Stock going up like 6x *

* You see the drip, wrist wet *

* Heard somebody say that I ain't made a hit yet *

* Psh, had to hit em back *

- Shit.

* Shit, couldn't tell from these big checks *

- You something, something.

You come on in, mama.

Goddam, you take that, get on in there.

(mellow hip-hop music)

Ooh.

(mellow hip-hop music)

* She just give me top like is that attic, ooh *

* All aggressive like she mad at it, ooh *

* You might see me posted up on Rosa Parks down the road *

* Heard they serving pies like the golden arch *

* Got the coldest flow and the coldest heart *

* Question how I made it rapping for a living, no remark *

* Smooth *

* Like cognac, I'm a big threat, yeah *

* I just came to sightsee and get your bitch wet, ooh *

* That's a big flex *

* Stock going up like 6x *

* You see the drip, wrist wet *

* Heard somebody say that I ain't made a hit yet *

* Psh, had to hit 'em back with a quick text *

* Shit, couldn't tell from these big checks *

- My nigga. - Frat.

I see you, man.

Hey, what's up with your boy searching me at the door, man?

- What? - Yeah.

Gave him my name like you told me to, he still searched me.

- Listen, man, I apologize for the inconvenience.

Do me a favor, go have a seat in one of my booths.

I'ma have one of my ladies

bring you a bottle of champagne on me.

- Nice. - All right?

- Appreciate you, bruh. - Bet.

(mellow hip-hop music)

Do me a favor.

- Mhmm. - Take this bottle

and give it to my man right there,

and make sure he good. - I got you.

* Coming from the back *

* Yo, and we ain't ever goin' back now *

* Our future expedited now we on the fast track *

- Boom, let me holla at you real quick.

- [Boom] Can it wait?

- No, it can't fuckin' wait, Boom.

- What the fuck you want, man?

- When the fuck is niggas gon' realize

who the fuck is in charge around here?

(door banging open)

- I believe that would be me.

(dramatic music)

See you may be Brick's power of attorney,

but this club is in my sister Tiffany's name.

And being that I'm her power of attorney,

I now have full control over this club.

(dramatic music)

But thank you for making sure everything ran so smoothly,

but I'll take it from here.

X, can you please see this gentleman out?

- Man, don't put your fuckin' hands on me!

I ain't going nowhere till I get my shit outta my office!

- Oh, you mean my office.

(dramatic music)

X, can you please escort this gentleman

to his former office,

and make sure he doesn't touch anything

that doesn't belong to him. - Fuck you, man.

- You got 30 minutes flat.

(dramatic music)

You got 30 minutes to get your shit too.

- What?

- Oh, no, no, no.

See this is what happens when you fuck somebody's husband

behind their back.

In the end, you get fucked.

You're fired, Kyra,

and take your little hoodrat friend with you.

- Bitch, who you calling a hoodrat?

- India, let's just go.

- I suggest you listen to your friend.

Now go get your belongings out of the employee room, okay?

And get out before I have security escort you out.

And don't worry about leaving those uniforms.

Consider it a parting gift,

you know, from me.

- [India] I can't believe this bitch just fired us.

(dramatic music)

Bitch!

(Honey screaming) (glass shattering)

I'ma beat your ass! (fist smacking face)

(Honey screaming) (fist smacking face)

- India!

- [India] Bitch, I said this shit ain't over!

I said this shit ain't over, bitch!

- Fuck, man.

(buzzer buzzing)

- Nigga, unannounced visits never bring no good news, nigga,

so come on and get with it.

- Fuck it, Yaya hijacked the club.

- What the fuck you mean she hijacked the club?

- Nigga, that bitch came into the club,

told me she had Tiffany's power of attorney,

kicked me the fuck out,

and I heard she fired Kyra and India too.

- Man, has this bitch lost her mind motherfuckin' mind?

Nigga, I paid for that club with my hard-earned money.

- True, but Tiffany name was on every fuckin' thing.

- Man, go to my lawyer and see what the fuck going on

asap, dawg. - All right.

(car horns blowing softly)

- [Brittney] We don't open till seven.

- It's 6:55.

- [Brittney] Well, that's not seven, is it?

- Damn, chill, Brittney.

Now is that any way to talk to our customers,

especially the fine ones?

- Thank you, but I'm not a customer.

- You ain't a customer? - Mm-mm.

- Then who are you?

- Exactly what this strip club needs.

- And what's that, red bomb?

We got those. - No, a fresh face

with just enough ass to keep the niggas rolling in.

- Okay, Miss...

- Trouble.

- Trouble? - Mhmm.

- Yo ass look like you could be a lot of trouble.

- Me?

- But you got five seconds to prove your point,

matter of fact, make it four.

- Okay.

* Three and four, three and four *

* Three and four, three and four *

* Three and four *

(bass-thumping music)

* Three and four, three and four *

* three and four, three and four *

(bass-thumping music)

- Can you start tonight?

* Hey *

(bass-thumping music)

* Three and four, three and four *

* Three and four, three and four *

(bass-thumping music)

- Damn, bitch, it took you long enough.

- Well, I love you too.

- Seem like no matter how much I eat,

I still be fuckin' hungry.

- Girl, it must be stress.

You know how they say people appetite increase

when they stressed out.

- Probably so, I have been going through a lot

these past couple weeks.

- Ooh, tell me about it.

Between the club getting raided,

Brick going to jail for murder,

and Tiffany body being found dead.

- Bitch, not to mention us getting fired.

- Don't even get me started on Tiffany's evil ass sister.

And we thought Tiffany was bad.

- I know, right?

- But what's up with what you had to tell me the other day?

Bitch, you never got back to that.

- Girl, but get this,

so the night the club got raided,

me, Money Mike, and Honey,

went to Money Mike crib to chill, right?

- What the fuck was Honey doing with you and Money Mike?

- It was a lot going on.

I wasn't thinking straight, okay?

- The bitch shady and I don't trust her.

- I know and I should've left her ass where she was at,

but let me tell you the story though.

- Wait, is this the reason why you beat her ass

in the locker room?

You still ain't never told me the story behind that one.

- Something like that.

But why would I'm leaving Money Mike crib,

you will never believe who I saw at the door?

- Who?

- Terrance baby mama, Keisha.

- What the fuck was Keisha doing at Money Mike house?

- Mm, dropping off her son.

- Wait, bitch, you starting to confuse me now.

- Mhmm, I was confused too.

Crazy thing is she ain't had no idea who I was.

I only recognized her from looking at her Instagram.

- Red ass bitch. - Mhmm.

Now I ain't the smartest person in the world,

but ain't no way that one kid can have two baby daddies.

- Wait, so this bitch is telling Terrance and Mike

that they both the father of her kids?

- [India] I guess so.

- So glad I ain't pregnant by Terrance,

he got enough shit going on.

- Pregnant?

- Look, bitch, I just found out myself for real.

- I know you fuckin' lying to me.

You mean to tell me my best friend pregnant

and I'm just not finding out.

- Look, it's been a lot going on.

Brick locked up, he barely talking to me,

Terrance got this shit going on,

and, bitch, I'm just broke as fuck

trying to figure out I'm gonna pay this high-ass rent.

- Mm, you can always get a job with me.

- Stripping? Yeah, it's a no for me.

- But being broke is a yeah?

- I mean, I'll think of something.

- Mm, well, you better think quick

living in this high-ass apartment and shit.

At least Terrance was helping you pay half your rent.

- Yeah, with the rest of the money he had from Keisha

after she took half of his shit.

- Mm, you gon' tell him?

- Hell yeah.

Can't wait till he find out what type of bitch

he fucked me over for.

- [Reporter] A nine-year-old Metro girl

has a new lease on life thanks to surgery.

(sneakers squeaking on court)

(sneakers squeaking on court) (crowd chanting)

- [Announcer] 13 of 28 from three.

Oh, what a pass!

- Not right now, Jovan, I got a lot on my mind.

- I do too.

Don't listen, let us just do what we do, okay?

Let a little of the stress off.

- Damn, is all you think about is pussy?

Shit!

- Why wouldn't I?

We've been cooped up in this hotel for 30 days.

You bitchin' day in and day out.

I'm sorry.

I'm yearning for the little pussy

that cursed my dick right now.

- I'm sorry, I'm still grieving.

I mean, I did just lose my sister.

- Yaya, cut the shit, all right?

You and Tiff wasn't even talking.

The only reason why you her power of attorney right now

is 'cause y'all mama died, remember?

Yeah.

- That was cold.

- So what does that make you, huh?

All you talk about is getting revenge on Brick.

It's like you obsessed with this nigga or something.

You put the house up for sale, you got the club.

What more do you want, hm?

- Everything.

(dramatic music)

(car horns blowing faintly)

- You know, tonight is a big night.

- Okay.

- We making this money tonight.

(someone knocking on door)

Who is it? - India.

- Come in.

- Hippo said you wanted to see me.

- Yeah, come in.

Hey look, y'all need to chill out.

This ain't the place for all y'all little cat fights

and petty drama.

Brittney, take these singles,

put 'em in the safe behind the counter.

- But we wasn't finished talking.

We still need to discuss the girl's schedule for this week.

- We can finish our conversation later.

Now if you would excuse us,

I need to go over some things with India real quick

before we open.

(Brittney sighs loudly)

Have a seat.

Now you gotta excuse Brittney's behavior.

She get a little aggressive over me sometimes.

- I understand.

Sometimes it be like that

when the man you fuckin' don't got interest

and fuckin' somebody else.

- Fuckin'? - Mhmm.

- Who said I'm her fuckin' her?

- Body language.

It tells me everything I need to know about a person.

- Hey, you real blunt,

but I don't know if that's gon' be a good or a bad thing.

- It's only a bad thing if you like playing games.

- Playing games? - Mhmm.

- Baby, I ain't played games since kindergarten.

- Neither have I.

So what you trying to do?

You trying to fuck with me or fuck me?

- Hm.

I'ma leave that up to you.

- Look, Ice, I ain't one of these little girls

out here looking for love.

I'm a bitch looking for the bag, okay?

- Understandable.

But you saying it like you comin'

with some type of business arrangement.

- If that's how you wanna call it.

- Then let's get down to business.

* Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh *

* Oh, oh * * Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh *

* I *

* I fell in love ever since I got my first taste of you *

* Stay up all night and wait for you *

* Make me do crazy things for you *

* They say that I done changed for you *

* No doubt I see ya out with other dudes and bitches too *

* But I think it was meant for me and you *

* You done ran through my whole crew *

* And everybody wanna fuck ya *

* But I feel like I'll go through withdrawals *

* If I don't see enough of ya *

* I floss you out in public *

* Every time I talk and you're the subject *

* If I ever need anything *

* I come to you for the budget *

* My wife don't even care *

* Hell, I think she likes you too *

- (chuckles) He fuck all the new girls,

so don't feel special.

- (laughs) That's the difference between me and y'all.

Y'all out here chasing the fairy tale,

I'm out here chasing the bag.

- Hm, sure.

* It's been a minute * * Mhmm *

* How bout we get it *

* Come on * * Hey, bitch *

* Bitch, bitch *

* Hey, bitch *

* Hey, bitch *

* Hey * * Come on *

* Fuck, nigga * * It's mad *

* Turn this shit up, nigga, you earned this shit, let's go *

* Bitch * * Huh *

* Bitch * * Huh *

* Bitch * * Huh *

* Bitch * * You heard me *

* Feels good, my nigga *

* Turn this shit the fuck up *

- Damn!

- I know, light skin looking real nice.

- Hell, yeah.

- So what's up with the new girl?

Is she with it or what?

'Cause you know me,

I ain't spending no money in the VIP

if that bitch ain't down to fuck.

- You know these bitches are willing do anything

for a couple dollars.

That bitch just like to play hard to get.

- But she definitely down to fuck?

- I'm telling you,

that bitch is down for whatever.

- Man. - Mm.

- Well, that's for our drinks.

- Mhmm.

- And here's a little tip for that info.

- Appreciate it. - Good lookin' out.

- Anytime.

(mellow hip-hop music)

* Honestly, I don't know who the fuck to trust *

* Is you my friend or my foe *

* I'm off the x and dro *

* Yes, gimme to clear my throat *

* I remember back when I was younger I was happy *

* Nowadays feel like no one understand me *

* I'm getting older still a young buck, Bambi *

* Bad bitch she yellow tax *

* She wanna eat me like candy *

- What's up, little mama?

I'm trying to get a dance in the VIP.

- Private VIP dances are 50 each.

You got that?

- Ch.

- Let's go.

(hip-hop music playing faintly)

- Mm, mm, mm.

Fine ass.

Mm.

Mm, man, take some of that shit off.

- We're not not allowed to be nude, baby.

- Man.

- They told you no touching allowed?

- Goddamn, y'all got more rules

than a prison around this bitch.

- I don't make the rules, I just follow them.

- Man, get your ass over here.

Shit, you down for whatever ain't you?

- What? - Man, you heard

what the fuck I said.

- Get the fuck off of me. - Sit your ass down.

Bitch, what the fuck is you...

- Hey, cous.

The only thing you about to do

is get your motherfuckin' head blew off

if you don't get the fuck out my club.

- Yo, just chill, bro.

- Man, we ain't got shit to talk about.

Bro, get your no pussy gettin' broke ass

out my motherfuckin' club, nigga!

(dramatic music)

Find out where them niggas lay,

and you handle that shit.

- I'm on it.

(dramatic music)

- You all right?

- Yeah, I'm okay.

Thank you. - You ain't gotta thank me.

Man, that shit shouldn't have never happened

in the first place.

I don't know what got into them niggas!

- Mm, I do.

(dramatic music)

- Hey, y'all, is everything okay?

- Everything cool.

We just had a problem with a no longer customer,

but it's all good.

- Oh, okay.

(dramatic music)

- [TV character] Bitch, are you wearing a wire?

- You might wanna get the locks changed, baby.

- Kyra, what the fuck are you doing here?

- You back fuckin' with this bitch?

All y'all niggas the same.

Swear y'all done with y'all baby mamas,

then be right back with these bitches.

- Right back?

Bitch, he ain't never left.

You see, Kyra, Terrance is our man.

- Come on. - I mean, might as well

be in a poly relationship.

- You mean quad, right? - What?

- Quad, bitch, four.

Me, you, Terrance, and the real father of your kids.

- Kyra, what the fuck is you talking about?

I'm the father of both of Keisha kids.

- Oh, that's what you think?

Well, you need to go get both of them kids tested,

'cause this bitch been telling a whole nother man

that he the father of both of them kids.

(dramatic music)

- She lying, Terrance, please just listen to me.

- Man, get the fuck out my house.

- Terrance, just listen to me, we-

- Get the fuck out my house, Keisha!

- Terrance, please, can we just-

- Get the fuck out my house, man.

- Just listen to me, please.

- Keisha, I swear to fuckin' God,

for your sake, you better pray both of those kids mine.

- They ain't.

- Get the fuck out.

(dramatic music)

(traffic whooshing softly)

- I just can't believe you had me up here

paying child support for a kid that ain't even mines.

You ain't shit, Keisha.

- Oh no, see what you not gon' do

is disrespect my daughter in front of my grandson.

- So lying to him about who the fuck his father

is ain't disrespectful?

- You know what, Mike?

Let's just try and act civilized

and get through this shit, okay?

Regardless of who the father is,

my grandson gon' be good regardless.

I'm gon' make sure of that.

- And that's Keisha's problem now,

you always condoning her bullshit.

- Don't worry about me and my daughter's relationship,

nigga. - Yeah, all right.

(door ratcheting open)

- Daddy!

- What's up, little man?

You all right?

- Okay, excuse me.

We're ready to take you guys back and get started.

Oh, I'm sorry, only the parents are allowed in the back.

- I'll be waiting right here.

- If you guys will follow me.

(soft dramatic music)

All right, you guys can have a seat anywhere that you like.

All right, fellas, I'm gonna need to see you guys' IDs.

(soft dramatic music)

Thank you, Terrance.

Thank you, Mike.

- How long this process supposed to take?

- Well, normally, it takes about seven days,

but we can expedite the process.

If you pay an extra $200, you'll get your results today.

- Well, shit, I guess we'll wait the seven days then, huh?

- The fuck you mean, "We'll wait the seven days"?

Look, I want the results today, I'll pay the $200.

- Okay, so who wants to go first?

- I do.

(soft tense music)

- All right, so you guys can go ahead

and take a seat back out there in the lobby.

We're going to rush your results back asap.

We should have them back within an hour.

- [Terrance] Appreciate it.

(soft tense music)

(soft tense music)

- All right, you guys, your results are in.

Terrance.

Mike.

If you guys need any help understanding,

I'm here if you have any questions.

But the results are self-explanatory.

(soft tense music)

- Well, what y'all waiting on?

Open the shit!

(soft tense music)

- Wow.

I'm not the father.

(dramatic music)

(soft tense music)

- Neither am I.

- What? (dramatic music)

No, this can't be right.

What the fuck? How?

(soft dramatic music)

- Bitch, stop acting like you surprised.

You been playing with me and this nigga

all this fucking time! - That's fucked up, Keisha.

- No, now wait a damn minute.

Let's not act like both of you motherfuckers

wasn't laying up sleeping with Keisha's ass, unprotected.

This shit ain't all her damn fault.

- Ms. Brenda, I don't mean no disrespect,

but you need to chill out.

All those fucking years I've been taking care of TJ,

paying all that damn child support

and he not even my fucking son?

- Excuse me, I'm gonna need you all to calm down

or I'm gonna call the police.

- I am the fuckin' police.

(dramatic music)

(soft dramatic music)

Am I even the father of our oldest son, Keisha?

- What?

Terrance, you know you was the only person

I was sleeping with when I got pregnant with him.

(soft dramatic music)

- I don't believe shit that come out your fuckin' mouth.

We're getting tested for him too, asap.

(soft dramatic music)

- We both been taking care of another nigga's kid

this whole time, bro.

(soft dramatic music)

- So tell me,

who is he?

Who is TJ's real father?

Man, who's fuckin' kid I've been taking care

of all this time, Keisha?

I bet you can't even fuckin' tell me that, huh?

- No,

I know exactly who the father of my children are.

* Can I get a rain check *

* On your stormy disposition *

* 'Cause I'm in no condition *

* To brave your weather today *

* No * * I can see the lightning *

* But it's what I can't see *

* That makes me know I'll be safer *

* If I can just plead *

* Let it pass, let it pass, until the calm comes back *

* Mmm, can I get a rain check *

(soft R&B music)

* If I can feel the way you felt *

* It still wouldn't help *

* You gotta mend yourself *

* And take care of yourself *

* Do what you gotta do *

* And we'll make it through somehow *

(gentle music)

(diamonds whooshing)

(gentle music)

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