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- MALE ANNOUNCER: This program is rated TV-MA-LS

and is intended for mature audiences.

Viewer discretion is advised.

- I wanted to talk to you about Mike.

- You're here? My house? Working?

- He's cheating? - Hell yeah!

- TOM: Previously on "Bruh."

- What do I do?

- Go to his job and bust his ass.

- The longer I'm here without that prescription,

the angrier he's gonna be.

- This is my new number.

- You can't run away from your problems.

- Take that. My number's on there.

Remember it. You can throw the paper away.

- I'll just go to LA with you. - I need to focus on me.

- I beg you, remember it. - What is it with you?

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

and he is working?

- I can't do that.

- Don't you wanna verify?

- ♪

- What are you doing here?

- I brought you dinner.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

- Hi. - PAMELA: Hi.

- I'm Andi. - Oh, I'm Pam...ela.

- Nice to meet you.

- Yeah, nice to meet you too. - ANDI: Pam...ela.

Have a good night.

- Oh. No, Andi.

I'd love to talk to you.

- ♪

- Okay.

- Um, are you two--

- Are we what?

- Pam.

- I'm just asking, you know?

- Yes, and I'm answering.

- So what is this?

- What do you mean?

- Are you two seeing each other?

- Pamela.

- I'm just asking.

- Let the lady ask me questions.

- Yeah, just sit there.

- Do your thing.

- ♪

- So are you two seeing each other?

- No, we're not.

And who are you to him?

- Well, I was his side chick,

and then he asked me to be...exclusive.

- Is that right? - Mm-hmm.

- Wow. - PAMELA: Yeah.

Yeah. - Interesting.

- I know.

- So that person asked you to be a side chick?

- Thank you!

- I mean... - Yes, but listen.

I didn't even mind. - You didn't?

- No, not at all. He was my side dude.

- Yo, y'all wanna go in the other room

and have this conversation? - BOTH: Do you wanna shut up?

- I like you.

- Okay! - Pamela, right?

- Yes! - Okay.

- All right, so yeah.

So anyways, I had my side dude, right?

And, uh, then he asked me to be his.

- Mm-hmm. - That whole thing.

And then today, he literally begged me

to make him dinner and stay the night.

Then 30 minutes later, he called me back and he said,

"Actually, I'm gonna be working really late tonight"

and then suggested that I not be here.

- ANDI: Oh, so that was you on the phone.

- I didn't even do that.

I wasn't--I don't even sound like that.

- You sound just like that.

- It was spot on. That's spot on.

Wow, that's impressive.

Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?

- Oh, of course.

- At what time was this change of heart?

- Don't lawyer her right now.

- PAMELA: You need to be quiet like we said.

I'm having a conversation with Andi.

Just stay over there, sweetie.

- Wait, first off, y'all in my house.

- Exactly.

- ANDI: Yeah, so when was this change of heart?

- Sometime around, like, 2:30?

- Oh. Well, then, that makes sense.

- PAMELA: Oh. - Sure.

- Please, come on, tell me.

- I got you. - Okay.

- So we both share a mutual client.

And yes, our boss asked us

to work here together around 2:30.

- Okay. - Yeah.

- Okay, okay. - Yeah, so that happened.

And I've been here three times? Can you confirm that for me?

- You're not about to lawyer me.

You're not about to do that to me.

- Wait, so, does he flirt with you when you come over here?

- He does, as a matter of fact.

With, like, really bad, cheap cologne.

- PAMELA: Smelling like a little 14-year-old boy?

- One that was rolling outside in the dirt.

- Listen, I told him to stop wearing that.

- ANDI: It's so bad.

- Okay, so what about tonight?

Like, while you guys were working.

Was--was he flirting now?

- Yes, he was. - PAMELA: Wow.

- Yeah, he was gonna cook for me.

At least, that was the impression that he gave me.

- That's all I need to hear.

- ♪ Navigating through the 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 the homies

♪ I'm going up with my bruhs

♪ I'm going up, I'm going up

♪ With my bruhs

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

♪ Going up

♪ Ooh, yeah

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

- ♪

- Hey, where are you going? - Out.

- No, we're not doing this. - Yes, yes, we are.

- Um, it was nice meeting you.

- Thank you so much for everything.

- Hug, hug, hug. - Oh my gosh.

- Hey, um, let me give you my business card.

Call me.

We should get together, hang out with my girls.

It'll be so much fun.

- PAMELA: I would love that so much, yeah.

- Okay, awesome. - You want me to walk you out?

- Yeah, please. - Okay.

- Please.

- Just sit there.

You--you look great there.

- Oh, bye, Mike.

- MIKE: Bye. - ANDI: Have a good night.

- You too.

- It's gonna be better than yours.

- MIKE: Oh, I'm sure. - I can assure you of that.

- MIKE: Yeah. - Hm.

So anyway, um--

- PAMELA: I'll call you maybe next week?

- Perfect. Text me when you get the chance.

- Girl-- - Oh, my god!

- PAMELA: Yes!

- ANDI: So great. - PAMELA: Thank you.

- Yeah. Toodles!

- [door shuts]

- Wow, I like her a lot.

- Oh, she's great.

- PAMELA: Okay, all right.

- ♪

- Hm.

- I'm sorry.

- Is that all you have to say for yourself?

- We had to work.

- Okay.

But you do like her.

- Yeah, she's all right.

- ♪

- I love you.

- I hear you.

- It's the truth.

- PAMELA: Yeah.

But you don't love me enough to just be with me.

- It's not fair.

- Mike, I'm not trying to be fair.

Answer the question.

- Look, Pamela.

I love you.

- But?

You're not ready to be with me.

- I am.

- What the fuck? Mike!

If that woman had wanted you, you would've slept with her

right here, right now.

Tell me you wouldn't have.

- MIKE: No.

I wouldn't have.

- You're a liar.

You're a fucking liar.

- I'm not fucking lying.

I would not have.

- PAMELA: You know, the one thing that I can't and I won't

deal with, Mike, is a liar.

I mean, we've always been really honest with each other.

And that is the part that I--I've held on to,

I've enjoyed so much.

And, like, I don't even care if you like someone else.

Just let me know.

- I want you.

- You want it all.

You really do. I keep trying to tell you that.

- Don't.

- ♪

- [whispering] You're so full of shit, man.

- ♪

- Can you say something else?! - MIKE: Look--

- Can you try? - I am trying.

- You're not even trying! - MIKE: I am trying!

I swear to god I'm trying!

What do you want from me, Pam?

- I need more than this.

- ♪

- Alright.

I'm afraid if I tell you the truth, you're gonna leave.

- PAMELA: Why?

I never once punished you for being honest,

for being yourself.

Have I?

Have I?

Use your voice!

Use your mouth!

Say something! Say something!

- [unintelligible]

- Then say it!

Fucking say it, then!

- I'm not.

- ♪

- I wanted to come home to you. - You're already home.

Come home to me? You're already here.

If you don't fucking use your words,

I will get up from this table right now.

Use your words.

What do you need to say?

- I wanted to be here with you.

But I wanted to see what that was.

That's it. - Yeah.

- Yeah. - Her.

- Her. - Right, yeah,

that was your dick, Mike.

Let me just be very clear.

- Come on. It's--it's--it's a habit.

It's a bad habit. - It's a habit.

- MIKE: It's a habit.

- ♪

- I'm done.

I think this is done. I can't do this.

I feel stupid. I live in my truth.

You make me feel so stupid.

I'm not going back to that.

- Pam. Pam, sit down.

Pamela!

- Stop.

- Yo--yo, Pamela.

- ♪

♪ You should do better

♪ You could do better

♪

♪ If you knew better

♪ Better, better, baby

♪ Oh

- Fuck!

Fuck!

- ♪

♪ Better, better baby

♪ Oh

- ♪

- Hey, Ms. Alice.

- Hi.

- Is, uh, John around?

- Hey, I'm back here.

- I'm just gonna go there.

- ♪

- Boy.

- What's up with it? - All right, man.

- How are you doing? You're looking better.

- What you talking about, J?

- Nigga, yesterday you looked like shit.

And you looked terrible.

I'm glad you're--you're doing better.

- It was a rough day, man. Got everybody watching.

[unintelligible] just leave me like that.

- I'm glad you're okay today, though.

- Let's not go there.

I ain't--I ain't okay or nothin' like that.

- Yeah, you're gonna be all right, though.

You're gonna be okay.

- I'm hoping. I'm like--you know?

Hey, Ms. Alice?

- I just spoke to you, nigga. What you want?

- I--I--I just wanna say hi to you.

- I'm not giving you her number.

- Damn, can I just say hi? That's it?

- Oh, you're trying to say hi.

- Yeah, I just--I just-- I just want to say--

- Hi.

- Hey.

- I'm not giving you her number.

- I told you. - God--Look, look.

Yesterday was--it was--

it was really emotional for the both of us.

I just wanna call her, check up on her, make sure she's good.

That's all I'm asking.

- Well, you better go to church.

- Wait, why?

- And ask God to send you a prophet to tell you 'cause...

I ain't tellin' you jack.

- BILL: Wow.

Isn't God about being faithful and forgiving?

And you know what?

Fine. I'm good. That's good.

Okay, all right. Just call me. [mumbling]

I'mma get up out of here, man.

- Where you going?

- [sighs] I'm moving to Los Angeles.

- What?

- Yeah.

- What you mean, moving to Los Angeles?

- I'm going, man.

I'm not giving up, J.

I'm going there to get her.

- He on that shit.

- Bill, come on, man.

- No, no, no, no. Hear me out.

I'm gonna go home.

I'mma pack my stuff.

I'm going to LA.

And I'mma be with the woman I love.

The only woman I love.

- But Bill, listen--

- No--no buts.

- Oh, I got a big butt.

- Ma, nobody's talking to you.

- We--we know that.

We--we know.

- Yeah, but you want me to give you some?

- Ma-- - Of it?

- Hold--hold on. Wait, wait.

You're not--you're not talking about sex, are you?

- Homeboy, please. - Exactly--

- Okay, well, can you--can you just give me her number?

At least, like, six of the digits?

I'll figure out the last one.

- I ain't givin' you nothin'.

- Told you that.

- Would you sleep with me? - What?

- Ms. Alice, come on!

- Yeah, come on and take me in the bathroom...

and do to me what you did to her.

- Ugh! - Blow my back out!

- Ms--Ms. Alice, come on. That's cruel.

- Ma? - What? What is?

- All that you talking about in--in front of your son?

- Yes! - In front of little Jonathan?

You're gonna do that? Huh? This is highly inappropriate.

- I'm a grown-ass man. - That ain't gonna work.

- It's very inappropriate, Ma. No, it's very inappropriate.

- Can you do something? - What I'mma do?

You see, I do this all the time.

She's been doing it since I was a kid, you know this.

- Can you stop looking at me? - Just stop, Ma, that's nasty.

Come on. What am I supposed to do?

You know she been like this since I was a kid.

She came to my kindergarten graduation

with her stripper dress on.

- Don't tell him that. - You should've changed!

I was five. You ain't gonna consider me?

I was five. You grown here.

Imagine what a five-year-old seeing a butt-naked mama.

You ever see your mama butt naked? Eew!

[breathe deeply] I'm good.

- Oh, good. Oh, good. - Ma, stop it!

- You know what? You know what?

Forget all this. The stripper, all that.

- I was five! Five! - I don't need the number.

I'm good.

I don't need the number anymore, okay?

- Yeah, 'cause you ain't gonna get it.

- I told you she wasn't gonna give you the number.

- Okay, that's fine. You know what?

Yeah, that's what I'm gonna do.

I'mma hire a private investigator to go ahead

and look her up.

- What? Bill.

- Oh, boy. - What?

- That nigga on that stalking shit.

- Hold up, can y'all stop calling me a stalker?

I'm not stalking her. - Bill. That is stalking.

- Yup. - It is. She left.

She didn't give you no number, no address, nothing.

- How many times did that girl tell him to leave her alone?

- I don't know.

- Yeah, you do, 'cause you told me.

- I did not tell you nothin'. I didn't tell her nothin'.

- John said she told you to leave her alone

at least 50 times that he counted.

- I said 37. I didn't say that.

- Well, you know what? Whatever. I'm still going.

- Going to jail.

- Ms. Alice, have you never had someone that you knew,

without a shred of doubt, that they were your one and only?

- Yes.

- Okay, so you--you know where I'm coming from.

- That's nice. - I got 12 one and onlys.

- What? You can't have 12 "one" and only.

- You--you know what? I'm--I'm-- I'm good. I'm done with this.

I'm--I'm a done man.

- You're going to jail.

- No, no. You--

Call me if you need me, bro.

- Look, man, listen.

Bill, you're going to go all the way to LA to look for her?

- Yeah. You know, I got some--

I got some strong leads on where she could possibly be.

- Bill, are you hearing yourself?

Huh? - Stalker.

- Yeah.

Bill, are you listening to yourself?

- Yeah, yeah-- - "I got some strong leads."

You act like this is a CIA case or something.

- I know, I know. I know I'm sounding--I know.

- You do! I know you care about her, man.

I do. - No, I love her.

- Okay, care, love, however you--I understand.

- Both of 'em.

- But you can't just up and move

and she ain't gave you no invitation.

Like, go visit. Don't move.

- Look, I'mma do whatever it takes to have her in my life.

- Except leave her the hell alone.

- Now, how is that gonna bring us together?

- She said she needed space. - She did say that.

- I know. Thank you. I know that.

- No, you don't get it.

She moved all the way to California, nigga!

She wants space from your black ass!

- Ms. Alice, I know.

- Distance.

Space.

Miles. - Okay.

- Separated. - But--but what about me, huh?

What about me? - What about you?

You selfish-ass stalker. - Ma, okay.

- You know what? You don't get it.

You haven't been in love like this.

- Yeah, I know what it's like to stalk.

And you doin' both.

- Okay, you know what? I'm done.

Call me if you need me, bruh.

- I won't. And neither will she.

- Bill, come on, I need you to think.

What about your job? - I can work from there.

- What have you been doing for work lately?

- What you talkin' about?

- What you been doing for work since you've been going nuts.

- I'm not going nuts. I'm--I'm not going nuts, okay?

- I don't know what you call it.

- I call it being in love, madly in love,

fighting for what you want.

- Bill, she left.

She didn't give you a number. She moved.

She didn't tell you nothin'.

I understand you're trying to fight,

but I need you to think rationally.

- You know what I call it?

Get your crazy ass out of my store.

- Ma... - Okay, look.

I'll hit you up when I land, all right?

- Okay, Bill.

- I appreciate you trying not to stop me.

- Why would I do that, bruh?

I know.

All right.

- You're my bruh.

- All right.

- All right. See you.

- Wanna do it or something?

- No! - Bill, just go. Ma--

- Can you--can we just all pray for her?

- I'm trying to. Ma, you really--

- I'm the one that don't need prayers.

- Ma-- No, come on. It's boundaries.

It's inappropriate.

These are my childhood friends.

- That's the one gonna be locked up.

- Ma, I know, I know, come on.

- Why you helping his ass? - What?

- Why you helping his ass? - He's my friend, Ma.

I told you, you gotta learn how to have friends.

Well, you don't have friends. It's called helping people.

- He won't even help me out.

- Mama, he's not gonna help you out.

That's nasty, Ma.

He's my friend. That's nasty!

That's just-- all them kindergarten kids,

I'm in therapy with them 'cause you come home and--

could you get to the register? We got customers, Ma.

- That ain't me. - Ma--

- That's you. - That's not me.

You came butt-naked when I was five.

You and me, we ain't never even talked about that.

Come on!

- Where the hell you think you came from?

- What do you mean?

- I was on that pole when I was in labor.

- You was on the pole when you had me?

- It was like a-- [blows raspberry]

--and it came out.

- ♪

- [cell phone rings]

- [beep]

- Hello?

- LENA: Doctor?

- Yes? Who is this? - LENA: This is Lena.

- Oh, oh, hi.

- LENA: I'm in trouble.

- Where are you? I'll come get you.

- LENA: I am--I...

I think I'm at your door.

- What?

- LENA: Yeah.

- [beep]

- ♪

- [cries]

- Are you okay?

- No.

He really beat me. [sobs]

- I'm sorry.

- It hurts. [sobbing]

- Okay. Um, I'll get you to a hospital.

- No. No, he'll find me. - Okay, okay.

Um, let me just-- let me just look--

- No, no.

- Hey...let me just look at you, please.

- Okay. Okay. Okay.

- ♪

- Hey, it's okay.

How did you find my address?

- It's...it's easy when you have a name and phone number.

- ♪

- [screams, sobs]

- Hey, hey, I think-- I think it's broken.

- Okay. - I'm going to fix it, okay?

- Please help me.

Please. Please.

- I will.

- [crying] Okay.

- Have a seat.

- [banging on door]

- [frightened sob]

- ♪

- ♪

- ♪