Original subtitles

[Hunnah's "Think About It" plays]

♪ ♪

- ♪ I think about the things that we been through ♪

♪ I think about the things we've got into ♪

♪ I think about the things you said ♪

[notification chime]

♪ I think about the things we did ♪

♪ I think about what you know ♪

♪ I think about the things I hope you never tell ♪

♪ The things I wish I could wipe clean ♪

[ringtone]

****

- This is Simone.

- Simone, it's Tay.

- What you want, little girl?

- Okay, so don't be mad

but I need you to come get me from the police station.

- Oh shit, are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

They got me in this drunk tank and I'm not even that drunk!

- Tay, what happened? - It really ain't that deep.

- Bitch, if you don't tell me what happened--

- Okay, so basically

I was going through DeVante's DMs last night.

- I told you to stop doing that.

- Okay, but I've seen some questionable-ass shit!

Then when I talked to him about it,

then he want to get loud,

so you know I got loud back.

Then the white bitch next door--

- The hoarder? - Yup, she gone called the cops

'cause she ain't got nothing better to do.

- Where are you?

- Georgia College of Technology.

- That's two hours away!

- Actually, it's 90 minutes away.

Also I need $2,000

'cause they saying I gotta pay a fine for public intoxication.

- I don't have two grand right now.

- You a lie. - I quit my job.

- Why would you do that? - I'm not doing this with you.

All right, I'll call Uncle Tyler

and see if he can wire us the money.

- Please don't call my daddy. You know he crazy.

- I can't ask my parents for shit right now.

- Well, rally up the troops

and pass around a collection plate or something

'cause I'm too cute for this shit.

- You not that cute.

- Just hurry up.

[rock music]

♪ ♪

- Damn, Simone,

don't be bursting in here like the police!

- Man, I ain't gotta knock in my own house.

- If she wasn't helping you pay the rent,

this wouldn't even be your damn house!

- Not today, bitch. - What's wrong?

- We gotta get Tay-Tay outta jail.

- Let's go. - Who Tay-Tay?

- Simone's godsister, they Daddy's friends and shit.

- Can we take your car? Mine's still in the shop.

- My shit got repo'd last week.

- We can take mine. - Thanks, bae.

- Can you hurry up?

I'll call Crystal.

- Man, that's some bullshit, man.

- Don't worry, bae, I got you later.

[stomping]

- Really? - What?

- Come on, bougie.

- [tsking, sighing]

[Melii's "Icey" plays]

- ♪ Walk in the club ♪

♪ Pop a bottle, cop a dub ♪

♪ These bitches don't like me ♪

♪ Their baby daddy keep me icy ♪

[engine chugging]

- [sighing]

[engine sputtering] [squeaking]

[sighing]

This car is a struggle. - I know.

- You need to get your bougie-ass friends.

- Y'all need to be glad that she letting us ride in her shit

'cause we could be home

listening to Jacquees getting it in, okay?

- We can take mine if you want.

- Nah, we good. Come on.

- Shit. - Sit yo ass down.

- You know what? If you don't get yo girlfriend--

- Okay y'all, enough.

- Does your car have heat? I'm always cold.

- There's a space heater in the back.

- I'm pretty sure that's a fire hazard,

but whatever.

[engine turning]

- Okay, y'all are gonna get enough of coming

for my bae's car.

[sputtering]

Y'all hold on now.

- This thing tow up. - Are y'all finished?

- Are you, 'cause I didn't ask to me in this raggedy ass,

rickety ass, trash ass mobile.

- All right, get out so we could fight.

[metal squealing]

- Why is Tay-Tay in jail?

- Her and her boyfriend were fighting in the street.

- How much she need to get out?

- Two grand. - I only got half that.

- I won 500 bucks at bingo last night.

- I only have a few hundred.

- Y'all a struggle.

- Do you wanna add to the collection plate?

- I don't know her like that. - [chuckling]

[keys jingling]

[engine turning]

[engine turning continues]

- Oh, damn.

- I knew we should've took Crystal's car.

- You wanna walk?

- Just let me call Triple A right quick.

- You can't fix it yourself?

- I don't know nothing about fixing no car.

I ain't that type of lesbian.

- Well, how long is it gonna take?

- I don't know.

- [sighing]

[R&B music]

♪ ♪

You good?

- Yeah, why?

- It's the first anniversary since your divorce,

it's okay to be in your feelings.

- I'm good.

- All right.

[door creaking]

- All right, they should be here in, like, 20 minutes.

[tsking]

- So how long this been going on?

- How long has it been, babe?

- Almost three weeks.

- Mmm, how'd y'all meet?

- Rocky hooked me up with a new tablet.

- Yeah and then I gave her a new phone for half price

so I could put my number on there.

- And they've been hugged up in my house ever since.

- Our house. - Since we've got time,

I've been meaning to ask you about the work

that you've been doing with my girl.

- Don't start. - Start what?

- Rocky thinks Simone is trying to turn me into an insta-thot.

- She is. - I'm building a brand.

- But it ain't Tia.

- Every picture I post on her page

has the potential to be seen by more people than if she was

on the cover of Vogue, Vanity Fair and Elle combined,

but instead of sitting around waiting for

one of those magazines to bless us,

we're creating our own and we're getting paid for it.

- Y'all can't be getting paid that much

if you can't come up with two stacks

to get your friend outta jail.

- She's not in jail, she's in a drunk tank.

- Either way, you still broke.

- Oh, I'm broke but your car won't start.

- This my jam. Everybody shut up.

[Travis Porter's "Make It Rain" plays]

- ♪ I'ma make it rain, uh ♪

♪ I'ma make it rain ♪

♪ I'ma make it rain, uh ♪

♪ I'ma make it rain ♪

♪ I'ma make it rain, uh ♪

♪ I'ma make it rain ♪

♪ I'ma make it rain, uh ♪

- I see you looking at Bryson. - No, I'm not!

- You seem like the type to go for light skinned dudes.

- Okay, he ain't that light.

- [chuckling] If I was into dudes,

I would actually date Bryson. - Eww.

- I thought you said the only dude

you would mess with was Tupac.

- No, I said the only dude I would mess with

is "Poetic Justice" Tupac.

There's a difference. - C'mon, Lucky.

- Mm-hmm.

- Okay, y'all don't judge me,

but I've never seen "Poetic Justice."

- Bitch, we rectifying that shit tonight.

- Told you not to tell nobody. - It's not even that serious.

- Please tell me you've seen "Jason's Lyric."

- What's that? - Aw, hell no.

- Pull over and let this bitch out.

- You embarrassing me.

- You haven't lived until you seen Alan Payne

and Jada Pinkett make love in the woods.

- Oh, wait, wait, wait. Maybe I have seen it.

- Good. - No, she hasn't.

- Is Keenan Ivory Wayans in that?

Crystal and Tia: No!

- Girl, that's "Low Down Dirty Shame."

- Oh, well I love that movie.

- You don't get no cool points for that.

- Uh-uh, if you haven't seen "The Five Heartbeats,"

we gonna put you out on the side of the road

just like they did Justice

when she got into it with Lucky, that's all I'm saying.

- Bitch, of course I've seen "The Five Heartbeats,"

we watch it every Christmas. - Say a line.

Say a line.

- You taking all day!

- I was trying to think of a good one!

- Damn shame.

- Ooh! [clears throat]

"My office hours are from... 9 to 5."

[chuckling]

- Okay, horrible acting but you can stay.

- Shut up, it wasn't that bad.

- Get into your Black movies. - Mm-hmm.

[buzzer]

- Hi, we're looking for Shante Hawkins.

[keys clacking]

- She's not here.

- What do you mean she's not here?

- Looks like she got bailed out by DeVante Jenkins.

- So y'all let the dude she was fighting with bail her out?

- What kind of sense does that make?

- Where'd they go?

- I'm not authorized to give you that information.

- So if something happens to her, whose fault is that?

[phone ringing in distance]

[pen scribbling]

- Thank you.

[buzzer]

[train whistling in distance]

[hawk screeching]

[Vince Staples' "SAMO" plays]

- [sighing]

♪ ♪

[music continues playing in car]

- Ooh.

[groaning]

- ♪ Watch me do the same old thing ♪

♪ If I wrote you a love song ♪

♪ Could I make it bang ♪

♪ If I pull up with my guns wrong ♪

- You sure this is the right address?

- I'ma go live in case something go down.

You got the strap?

- Always.

- Bitch, you have service?

- Yeah, why? What's up?

- Gimme your phone!

- Okay.

[keys clacking]

- [sighing]

[line trilling]

- It's Tay-Tay!

- She not answering her phone.

Hold on, lemme check her Instagram.

[sighing]

[party music playing] [Tay cheering]

I'ma kill this girl.

- [speaks indistinctly]

- Mmm, yeah, this is a problem.

- Lemme see.

Ooh, she a mess but this do look kind of lit though.

- Sure do. What?

- And they eating good.

- Lemme see?

[indistinct chatter]

- This the dude she was arguing with?

- Yup.

- [scoffing] Nuh-uh, she don't love herself.

Mm, mm, mm.

- Let's go.

- Yeah, let's go find her ass.

I need to find myself a cocktail.

- Really, Crystal?

- What?

I need a drink.

- [sighing]

[Megan Thee Stallion's "Cocky AF" plays]

- This a vibe-vibe.

- Somebody making collard greens?

- Is somebody smoking weed?

- ♪ I got body, you name it, I got it ♪

♪ Cocky as-- you know I'm conceited ♪

♪ Yo wanna be me, yo--wanna eat it ♪

♪ Cocky as-- everything 'bout me poppin' ♪

♪ Got face, I got body You name it, I got it ♪

♪ Cocky as-- your opinion ♪

♪ I hustle to get it, I get it, I get it ♪

- What, Simone?

- Have you lost your mind?

What are you doing sitting on this boy's lap?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Calm down.

It wasn't his fault.

See, what had happened was

he thought that girl he was talking to was his play cousin.

That's why they've been going back and forth

for so long.

Look, basically, I overreacted.

My bad.

- Getting arrested ain't a joke, Tay.

Do you know how many Black folks get arrested for bullshit

and wind up dead for no reason?

Don't ever have me drive this far to come get you

and then when I get there, you ain't nowhere to be found.

- I'm sorry. - Don't apologize.

Just get your shit and let's go.

- ♪ Rubbing some dubs on a--in the tub ♪

- Don't even try.

- ♪ Come pick me up at the school ♪

♪ I'm trying to hammer that dick like a screw ♪

♪ I'm trying to get you something you can chew ♪

- Don't let this cute face fool y'all.

I do this, okay?

I learned how to play Spades with crack heads

and that shit can go left real quick.

- You look familiar.

- You don't know me!

- You came up on my Explore page the other day.

I liked some of yo pictures.

- Why thank you! Be sure to tell your friends to follow me.

- All right, so y'all wanna play us two against them two?

- We are two so we two will play against y'all two.

All right?

- Oh? Oh, word? Oh, okay, all right, dope.

Respect. - Yeah, respect.

- I found Tay-Tay, let's get out of here.

- Okay, after we whoop these fools.

- Nah, we ain't got time for this.

- Simone, just chill.

Crystal's in the kitchen caught up in a rapture of love

and we both know she can use some male attention

especially today.

- Fine, but we're leaving as soon as you finish this game.

- All right, so how y'all play?

I play Big Joker, Little Joker, Deuce Diamond, Deuce Spades.

- Nah, we play all Deuces. All the Deuces stay.

- Don't nobody play like that?

- Fine, y'all finna lose anyway.

- Word.

- Wait, y'all play sandbags?

Rocky and Tia: Hell nah!

- Go ahead and give this a try.

- Mmm, question. - Hmm?

- Do you make your mac and cheese with the sauce

or do you bake it in layers?

- Actually, I start with a roux,

cause my daddy from New Orleans.

- Wow.

- Hi, can I borrow her for a second?

- [sighing] What?

- What you mean what? What you doing?

- Living my life. - Who is he?

- His name is Kunta. - I can't.

- He smells like fresh laundry, it's fine.

- You trying to get your mind off David.

- My mind is not on David, I told you that.

- I don't believe you. - I don't care.

Now leave me alone.

- Okay, I'm ready.

- [sighing]

Change of plans, we're staying for a little bit.

- Yes, girl! I'm gonna go turn up!

- Look what you did.

- Turn up! - Okay.

- Mm-hmm, that's you.

- Thanks, boo. - Really? You just gonna--

[indistinct chatter]

Yuk!

♪ ♪

- Bruh, you got amnesia?

- What?

- You're cutting hearts.

- No I'm not!

I just played a three of hearts.

- Ray Charles could see that you cut my damn Ace of Hearts

a few books ago. - No I didn't!

- [scoffing]

[creak on door]

[inhaling]

- What's that, a peace offering?

[phone lock clicks]

I'll take it.

- I'm sorry. I should've texted you.

- No, you never should've gotten into this mess

in the first place.

- True.

- It's okay.

I used to act a fool too when I was your age.

- You okay?

- Yeah.

Just worried about Crystal, today's her anniversary.

- Ain't she divorced?

- Exactly, she's 26 years old and divorced.

I knew she wasn't sure on her wedding day,

I could see it in her eyes

and I didn't say anything.

- Well, most people wouldn't have said shit.

- But I should have.

She's my best friend.

- Then say something now.

Hey, here, take this.

This'll give you the courage to do anything.

[soft music]

- I love you. - I love you too, sis.

- Huh, to be honest, I never wanted to play football.

I mean, look at me.

Big black dude that can run.

Parents was like you'll have to be able to make us some money.

- What did you want to do?

- When I was a kid, I was really into cars.

- So you wanted to be a mechanic?

- Why did you got to say it like that?

- I--I didn't say it like anything.

- My dad always said I was his legacy.

I guess he wanted his legacy to be bigger than that.

- What do you want?

- I wanna make my father proud.

- Hmm.

- So what were you into growing up?

- I played house all the time.

- Bet you were a perfect wife.

- Oh, it was easier when I was pretending.

- You wanna get married? - You proposing?

- Nah, I'm-- - I know what you meant.

I got married right after college.

- Oh, so you were one of those girls.

- Yup.

I never really knew what I wanted to be,

so I just decided to be somebody's wife.

- How'd that work out for you?

- Not too well.

So you think you're gonna make it to the league?

- I hope not.

- Me too.

- [screaming]

Why is this bitch saying "hey you?"

That's some mistress shit.

- Tay, I don't even know that bitch.

I--I was just being nice.

I only wrote her back once.

- You probably deleted the thread.

- Man, chill out! - You trifling, man!

You got me going to the store to getting your ass

Sour Patch Kids and Salt n' Vinegar chips

so you can DM this bitch?

- Let's go! Come on.

♪ ♪

- Let's go, bae. One more bull.

- You lying.

- How are we lying?

Check the books, we bid a blind six!

- Look at it right here. See, blind seven.

- You wrote it down wrong.

- What? Yo, you some cheating ass females.

- I can't stand dudes that call bitches "females."

Game!

- That's what I'm talking about.

- Ooh! - Y'all, party's over.

Let's get out of here before a bored white woman

calls the police on us again.

- Bye, losers. - Come on, let's go.

- Take this for the road.

- [chuckling] Kunta, you're the sweetest.

I wish you the best

and if you ever open that garage,

I'd happily bring my car in.

- What year is it? - '99.

- That's a good year.

- [chuckling]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- Hey, hold up!

- Leave me alone, DeVante. - Just keep walking.

- Tay, stop! - Don't stop, girl.

- Ouch!

- Yo, I know you did not just put your hands on her!

- Why can't you just mind you own business?

Shit, I can't stand you stuck-up broads

who ain't got no man--

- Ooh! - Ooh!

- I think I love her.

[Tobi Lou's "Buff Baby" plays]

- ♪ Like a man ♪

- ♪ I'm a lover, not a fighter ♪

♪ But I'll never let you flex on me ♪

- ♪ Like the yams, yams, yams ♪

- ♪ Broke my heart about a while ago ♪

♪ Baby, got the best of me ♪

- Sorry I've been weird all day.

- That's okay, I'm used to you being weird.

[chuckling]

- I just couldn't stop thinking about your wedding day.

- Why are you so obsessed with my wedding day?

- 'Cause I knew you were unsure and I didn't say anything.

- That wasn't your job.

- As your maid of honor, it was.

- No, it was your job to support me

and make sure I didn't kill my mother.

You did both of those things successfully.

- [chuckling]

I could've said something--

- If you had, I would've been pissed.

- So you don't regret it. - I don't regret anything.

Well, except the DJ. I regret that shit.

- I know, he was not good!

- How are you not gonna play

"Before I Let Go" at a black wedding?

- He had one job.

- [sighing]

- So we good?

- You held my hand when I got my first sew-in.

We always gonna be good.

[both chuckling]

[Brandy's "I Wanna Be Down" plays]

Both: Hey!

- ♪ If I could be ♪

♪ The kind of girl that you could be down for ♪

[laughing]

♪ I feel something tell me ♪

- Would y'all turn that shit down?

We back here trying to sleep.

- Relax, Tay-Tay.

- ♪ Make a move on ♪

[chuckling]

♪ ♪

♪ I wanna be down ♪

♪ With what you're going through ♪

♪ I wanna be down ♪

♪ I wanna be down with you ♪

♪ No matter the time ♪