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- I can help you. - I don't believe you can.

- You don't get it. - Oh no, I get it.

My stepfather used to beat my mother while I watched.

- I'm Charlie.

- The contractor? - Yeah.

- I gotta work late.

- Are you too busy for me to come over?

- Don't come here. I don't know how late this is gonna run.

- Okay.

- Dr. Jarvis, hi. - Sir--

- You can leave this time.

- Keep my number.

Maybe we can go out for dinner sometime.

- For real? - Let that go.

He's your boss.

He will get you fired. - Then the hell with him!

- Hey. - What?

- Don't.

- When he comes out of there, I'm gonna confront him.

- Tom, you are going to regret it.

- This is a woman's life.

- I get that.

- Yeah, and possibly her kids too.

- I get that too.

- Well, then you'll get that I have to say something.

- Hey, what I know is this.

You can't help her unless she wants your help.

- Yeah, I know that.

- Do you?

Because it seems to me that you don't.

- Yeah. Yeah, I've--I've been here before.

- Okay, Tom, I have lived it.

I've lived it.

- You know, what if this piece of shit hurts her?

- Who is she?

- TOM: What?

- I mean, who is she to you?

- You always think that I'm trying to get laid.

- Tom, that's not what I meant at all.

- Okay, so what exactly did you mean?

- I asked: who is she to you?

Which means that she's someone in your life

that you're trying to save.

- Oh, did you learn that in your psych rotation?

- No.

I just--I know you well enough to know that every time

a battered woman comes in here, you do this.

- Well, I just--I feel like-- - Is she your mother?

- You need to mind your own business, alright?

- I'm sorry.

- Okay, well, can you get on some place then?

Don't you got work to do?

- Yes, I do.

- Okay, then do it, leave me alone.

- I struck a nerve there.

- You didn't strike a damn thing, just--you're annoying me!

- I'm sorry, okay?

- Fine, go. Thank you.

- Oh--okay, Tom, but as a friend, I--

- You're not my friend.

- Don't be so hostile.

- Well, how would you know I was being hostile

if you weren't still standing here? Huh?

- Okay.

- Yeah, yeah, okay. - VALERIE: Okay.

- So go on, thank you.

'Preciate you.

I, uh--I see you got those prescriptions you wanted.

- Will you leave me alone?

- Sure. Sure, I wasn't--I wasn't judging you.

- Well, I can see it in your eyes.

- Ms. Watters-- - Yeah. You know what?

I know judgement from a man when I see it.

- Just--do you remember the number?

- Leave me alone, please.

- Just tell me that you remember it.

- What is it with you?

- Please, I beg you, remember it.

- Would you please leave me alone?

- I'm sorry.

- What?

- Nothing.

- That thing that you did here.

That could have gotten me and my kids killed.

- I'm sorry.

- Oh, you're sorry?

Why can't you learn to just mind your damn business?

- I'm trying to help.

- Really?

You can help by staying out of it.

You don't know me, you don't know my life.

You don't know my kids. [crying]

So, stop this bullshit!

Leave me alone, please!

- ♪

- ♪ Navigating through this state of life ♪

♪ Trying to find me a shawty and make her mine ♪

♪ Now I'll find one in no time ♪

♪ With the help of my homies

♪ I'm going up with my bruhs

♪ Bruhs, going up, I'm going up, with my bruhs ♪

♪ Going up, we're going up with my bruhs ♪

♪ Going up, going up, I'm going up with the bruhs ♪

♪ Oh bruhs, going up, I'm going up with the bruhs ♪♪

- ♪

- PAMELA: Hey, Laura. - Hey.

- I like that bag. What you doing, girl?

- Oh, hey, girl.

- Hi. - Hey.

- How's it going? - Um, it's going good.

Just, you know, getting some free food. [laughs]

Perks of working here. - Okay.

Oh, mustard, okay.

- I can use this for the house.

- Alright, is Ms. Alice around?

- Yeah, girl. - Okay.

- You know, I can help you here. What's up?

- No, do you mind grabbing her for me?

I have to talk to her.

- Ah, shit, what's going on?

- Nothing.

- What that nigga Mike do now?

- Nothing, Lauren. - Hmm-mm.

- Laura, mind your business.

- No, no, 'cause I saw him at the wedding all up under you.

- Yeah, well... - [gasping]

- What?

- You got that magic coochie?

[laughing]

- What are you talking about?

- Bitch, you got that magic cooch--[gasps]

Can you teach me, my queen? Teach me.

Please, teach me. - No, you stop bowing down.

Listen, I-- - Teach me.

- Listen, Laura, go--go and grab--

- I don't give a fuck about 'em, teach me.

- Okay, go--I do. Go--

Please go grab Ms. Alice, I'm not gonna teach you anything.

- How do you do that? - Do what?

- Train a dog?

- I'm a dog trainer, boo. Trust me.

- Nah, bitch, you the dog whisperer.

- Okay. You know what? I'm gonna--just tell her I came by,

and ask her if she can give me a call.

Do you have a pen and paper? - What--what do you say to him?

Did you do the thing with the mop and--you know,

"Hello, hello." - Oh, no.

- Did you use your tongue? - Okay.

- What do you do to--teach me. - Laura, Laura.

- Teach me! - Oh, here she is.

- Get your ass back to work. - Yes, Ma'am.

- You see all these customers out here.

And what the hell you doing with that bag up there?

I told you not to have that damn bag on my counter,

putting all kinds of shit in it--money.

- [laughs] - Food.

I know some food in there.

Look at that, look at that. - A roll and the mustard.

Look it--check out the mustard.

- Get your ass on in the back. - Laura.

- Go ahead. - Bye, Laura.

- Tearin' up all my shit.

Hey. - Hi. How are you?

- That'll be $5.99.

- Ms. Alice, I didn't buy anything.

- What you come in here for?

- Regina told me to stop by. - Yeah, yeah.

- So that I could talk to you about--

- You wanna buy some weed?

- No. [laughs]

- You wanna buy some dick? - Dick?

- Dick. - No.

You're selling everything back there, huh?

- I'm a hustler.

- Okay, alright.

Um, no, I wanted to talk to you about Mike.

- Oh. He cheating?

- No, I--I don't know.

- Well, when you said the name Mike, you answered it.

- Really? - Yep.

- I don't know, he's the one that asked me to be

in a relationship though.

A committed one.

That's what he said.

- When I was a little girl...we had cows.

I had to milk the cows, and I had to put 'em

in different pastures.

Now one day, my favorite cow, Nelly, got away.

- Okay. - Mm-hmm.

- Sorry. - And I wrestled her back in.

I grabbed her by the horns, had her feet on her nipples.

I said, "Girl, you're coming back in here."

Well, you know, nothing was working,

so I went and got a salt block.

Cows like salt. - Oh.

- Well, I was walking in front of her holding the salt.

- Okay. - Mm-hmm, till she

followed me back in and I could lock the gate.

- Got you. - Mm-hmm.

And she was just licking it.

Lah-lah-lah! - [laughs]

Okay, so, Ms. Alice, listen-- - Go.

- So are you saying that, basically,

I should hold something out in front of him,

get him to follow me back to where I want him to be, right?

And that's that?

Just kind of lead him back to where I need him?

- Oh yeah, that's good.

- That's--that's what you were saying, right?

- Hell no, I was talking about a cow.

- Okay.

Regina swore it would be a good idea

to come talk to you about this.

- Oh, yeah, yeah, you right.

That's what I meant.

It was a riddle, a parable.

- Parable? - Yes, I'm deep.

Real deep. - Okay.

Alright, cool.

Are you sure that's what you meant?

- Girl, I don't know what the fuck I'm saying.

I had my morning blunt.

- Okay, that's what I feel like I need at this point.

Regina told me it would be a good idea to come talk to you.

She said you were the--the real kind of giver of knowledge,

you know what I mean? And now-- - Yeah.

- --I think I caught you at a bad time maybe.

- No, no, no, go ahead. What did he do?

- Alright, so he, uh-- - He's cheating?

- Ms. Alice, let me finish my story.

- Oh, okay, okay, go on, girl. - Okay, dang.

- Go ahead, go ahead. - Okay, alright,

so he calls me up and he says, "Hey, I really want you to

come and cook for me tonight, spend the night with me."

Sounds good, right?

And then he calls me back less than 30 minutes later,

completely changing his story.

He says that he has to work late,

and then basically suggested I not be there when he gets back.

So--

- Now can I say it? - Yeah.

He's cheating? - Hell yeah.

- Alright, so what do I do?

- You should do what any self-respecting,

loving woman should do.

- Okay. What's that?

- Go to his job and bust his ass.

- No. No, no, no.

- Okay, well, bust the windows out his car.

- No, no, I'm not that type of girl.

- Have sex with his dad. - Ms. Alice.

- It work every time. - Ms. Alice, no.

- Girl, you don't know how to fight?

- No, that's--no. - No?

- I'm not really the kind of woman that's gonna be

confronting a man, you know?

- Well, I'm a Black woman that whoops ass.

- This is not helping me.

This whole thing is not helping me.

- Well, you know, find out on your own.

- I have way too much respect for myself.

- Okay.

You don't wanna see it?

- I don't know. I mean...

won't it look kind of desperate if I go up there

and he actually is working?

I mean, I do wanna trust him like--

- Well, don't you wanna verify?

- I don't know.

I don't know if that's--I don't know.

- Well, all I say is, get your ass out of here if you don't

want no good advice.

- Alright, I'm sorry.

- Be gone and be sorry.

- Just be gone? Alright. - Yep.

Where my money at? - Oh, I didn't buy anything.

- Oh, you gonna pay me for damn advice.

- Pay for your advice?

- Yeah, you better. - You told me about a cow.

Here, Ms. Alice, here. What do you want?

You want five--here, just--

- And you never did pay me-- - Actually, no--no, no, no,

no, 'cause you already tried to charge me the 5.99--no, no,

here, just take $5, you don't deserve 20.

- You better get the hell out of here.

- PAMELA: Okay. Bye, Ms. Alice.

Thank you. - You owe me 99 cent.

- ♪

- Hey, how can I help you?

- No way. - What?

- You haven't called me.

- Charlie?

- CHARLIE: Yes.

- How are you?

- I'm good.

Nice to know you remember my name.

- I'm so sorry. I do remember your name.

I didn't forget your name. You look a little different.

- No, I don't, I look the same.

- Okay, you do look the same but--how may I help you?

- I didn't know you worked here.

- Actually, this is my place.

This whole business, yeah. - Really?

- Yeah. - LAURA: With his mama.

- Laura. - Yes?

- I need your ass to find something to do, please.

Thank you. - He won't let me. I tried.

- Hey. Go do some work, please.

I'm over here doing this, okay, you go do that. [laughs]

- Sure. I'm going on break. - No, you're not.

Take that trash off of here.

And throw it away. - [sighs]

- ♪

- I'm sorry, how--how can I help you?

- Um, I was called in about a leak in a walk-in.

- A leak, yes. Yeah, a leak.

You do repairs?

- I do it all, I told you.

- You did say that.

I forgot. [laughs]

Um, okay, cool.

Um, I'll show you where that is.

- Okay. - Yeah.

- So, why haven't you called me?

- Um, to be honest with you, I lost track of time.

It's been a lot going on.

My dog just died.

And, um-- - No.

- My friend, he--he going crazy,

so I had to get him some assistance.

You ever do like assisted living where you help people--

- That's--that's not it.

- To be honest with you-- - What is it?

- It's just that I-- - He's not interested.

- Ma! Yes. Yes, I am.

- No, you're not. - I am!

Very interested!

It's just been--I've been going through a lot like--

- Um, come on, honey, let me show you where the leak is.

- Ma!

She--take her away, go ahead.

Force her away, 'cause I'm still trying to talk to her--

- I'm not forcing her that what she come here for. Come on.

Come on with me, baby. - Thanks.

- Okay, it's back here.

Alright, here it is.

- You said it was a walk-in.

- Yeah, yeah, there's a walk-in too.

But you're gonna do that first. - Okay.

- It's been leaking for about two months.

- Alright, I'll take a look at it.

- Okay. - [sighs]

- Boy, get on up out here.

[sighs] - So, is that your son?

- You like him? - [laughs] Yes.

- Well, baby... - What?

- Mmm. I was just wondering,

what's up under that trucker's special?

Show some tightness.

- Okay, um, who wants to do that to get a man's--

- The woman.

- What are you trying to say?

- If you want my son's attention,

you need to femin' up a bit.

- Um, okay.

I'm not doing that for a man.

- ALICE: Okay then.

Get your Black ass down there and fix my--my leak.

- Oh, okay.

- And while you're down there, enjoy yourself

on your knees on my fridge.

'Cause you'll never be on them for a man looking like that.

[in deep voice] What up, bruh?

- Did you just--

- Damn. [laughs] - Is harsh.

- Yeah but, um, she do be speaking some truth.

Look, girl, I'm just saying.

Them shoes, they're kind of butch.

Like you wanna date me?

I don't go that way.

But I mean...with a couple of drinks.

You got a strap?

- Um, Laura, I don't mean to disrespect, but I--

- Just let me help. - I don't--I don't go that--

- I don't either.

I'm just saying like if we just got some drinks--

- I'm gonna get to this. I'm sorry.

- [laughing] You get to it. You get to it.

- That would be great. - I'll just be over here.

- Make sure you take that, and you will be fine, okay?

Thank you.

You got something you want to say to me?

- I'm sorry?

- You've been eyeing me all day.

- Sir--

- Spit it out.

- Well, sir, um--I, um--

- Come on.

- Nothing. Nothing, sir.

- Alright, then stop.

- I'm sorry? - Stop staring at me.

- Yes, sir.

Dr. Jarvis?

- What?

- I do have something I'd like to talk to you about.

- I'm listening.

- Okay, um, well, sir-- - For a minute.

I have patients--I mean not for this.

- Well sir-- - Hurry up, son.

You're wasting my time.

- Sir, it's about your patient, Lena.

- You mean Ms. Watters? - Yes.

- Are you that familiar with her?

- TOM: No.

- Then why are you using the patient's first name?

- I'm sorry, sir.

Are you that familiar with her?

- I beg your pardon?

- It's just a question.

- What are you suggesting?

- Nothing, sir.

- I think you are.

And you better tread very lightly.

- Well, I didn't mean to offend.

Never mind, never mind.

- No, no, no.

You started this now--[sighs]--speak, boy.

- I'm not a boy.

- DR. JARVIS: To me you are.

And you're wasting my damn time, so say what you need to say.

- Well, it's specifically about the pain pills

that you've been prescribing her.

That's a hell of a lot of pills.

- Well, she's in a lot of pain.

- Yeah, but these pills specifically,

they're very addictive.

- Are you trying to tell me something I already know?

- No, no, sir.

I wouldn't do that.

- I know, you're trying to do what you kids call

"schooling me," is that it?

- No sir.

- Then what the hell is this?

- So you know I saw the patient, and I saw her file.

- Yes, and she clearly said she was here to see me.

- Right, right, I understand that.

But upon reviewing her file, I made the determination

that there's no need for any more pain pills.

- Oh, you did? - Yeah.

- She needs them for pain management.

- I mean, I understand that you would say that.

Sure, but, um...she's well over the legal limit.

- Wait, are--are you checking up on me, resident?

- No, sir, just an observation.

- Okay, then what the hell is this?

- I just think she doesn't need those pills.

- Oh. You don't think?

Let me tell you what I think.

I don't like you, I never have.

And I'll have your license snatched if you don't get

the hell out of my damn face right now.

And if I hear about this from anyone...

I'll tear you apart.

Okay? Good talk.

- ♪

- Alright.

That's what I came up with.

- I love this strategy.

- Mm-hmm, I'm very good at my job, too.

- Now this is smart.

- You sound surprised.

- I am surprised. [laughs]

- Well, thank you.

- You're very bright.

- Again with the compliments.

- Compliments about work.

- Well thank you...about work.

- Okay, well, I guess we're all done here.

- No, hold on, stay a while.

You know, relax.

- Mike.

I--I can't do that.

- Why not?

- I am seeing someone.

- Can't be that great.

- Why not?

- You're here at my house, working late.

- Well, first of all, I was requested to be here by my boss

and yours.

And secondly, it's rude for you to say that it's not great

when you don't know him.

I could say the same about you.

- We're not talking about me.

- And why aren't we?

Honestly, I have a feeling you don't want wanna talk

about yourself.

- No, because then he'd have to talk about me.

- [door closes]

- Hi. Hi.

- MIKE: Hi.

- ♪

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