Original subtitles

- She loves you. - Yeah, but--

- Hold up, you do?

-Previously on "Bruh"--

- I'm always gonna love you. - Wow.

- Yeah, we going.

- Good to see you. I like your little outfit.

You look good girl.

- And you don't think that works?

- I don't know, guys. I don't know.

- I'm gonna go. - Do you have to?

- He's still in love with Regina.

- You talking about Bill? - I need to go shower.

- What a coincidence. So do I.

- Yes, Bill. The sucker for love.

-Oh, Regina.

- Regina.

- So, this is what we doing?

- Huh? No. No, what?

- I'm so stupid.

- No, girl, I'm--I'm the one that's stupid

because I didn't know that he had somebody.

- Oh, he doesn't. - Well, I'm not with him.

- It looks like you are, sis.

- Alright, I'm gonna go ahead and get dressed

'cause I'm not with the drama. - Oh no.

No need for you to leave, hun. Please.

- No, no, no, don't go, don't go.

Don't go. - Move.

- No, no, I want to talk to you. - You--

With the lips that was just in between her legs.

- Huh? What? No, no, no, I'm sorry.

- Ugh, I'm so stupid. - Well, what's going on here?

- Hey, can you--can you get dressed and go, please?

- No. - No?

No, no, you told me to be honest.

- Yes I did but, wait, who are you?

- Girl, I'm not nobody.

- No, you are everybody, everything.

- Clearly, I'm not.

- What's your name is what I'm--

- Girl, he said my name. It's Regina.

- Excuse me. My name's Natalie.

I'm sorry if my voice is a little hoarse.

I was just too busy choking on all that dick.

- Hold up, hold up, no, no. Don't escalate.

- I told your ass to be honest. - I'm trying.

- Oh no, girl, go on. - No.

- Okay. He never mentioned Regina.

- Huh, really? - Mm-hmm.

- Hold up, y'all really doing this right now.

- Shut up. - Shut up.

- So, how long have you known him?

- We dated a few years. - So did we.

- When? - Well, let's see.

We ended end of 2017.

- Really? 'Cause we dated 2016 to 2019.

- Did we? I don't think so. - Really?

- Yeah, so basically, we pretty much--

- We overlapped? - --we overlapped.

- There was no lapping. - We overlapped.

- There was no lapping. - Unbelievable.

- You know what? We need to compare notes.

- No, y'all don't. - Yeah, actually we do. We do.

Yeah, we should compare notes. - Wann go get some coffee?

- You wanna get some coffee right now?

- I think so. - No, that's a bad idea.

- --gonna have some hot tea. - No, no tea.

- Because this is real hot. - No, this is--no.

No, no, no, where y'all going? This is dumb.

This is not a good time to have coffee.

Hey, can--can you bring my shirt back?

One of y'all?

- Ugh, ugh! Stop!

- Coming to arrest your nasty ass.

- Who is it? -It's Bill.

- What you doing here? - I'm so--boy.

- I told them you wouldn't be able to do it.

What's up? - Yo'

- What? - I'm so heated right now.

- What happened?

- Man, Regina came to the house.

- This nigga is just gonna make his self comfortable.

I'm confused.

I thought that's what you wanted.

- Well, yeah. But not while I was digging out on girl.

- Oh damn. What happened?

- Man, I--boy, Regina walked in.

I had her up in the air. I was twirling.

I was all up in, like-- - Oh man, like Thanksgiving.

- Like all you can eat buffet. - Like gobble, gobble.

- Lu-lu, yeah.

- So, what did Regina say? - Man, she was just so damn--

- What? - Hey, what's that noise?

- Focus. Tell me what happened. Tell me what she said.

- She was--is that your mama?

- Hey, hey, focus. Stay here. Tell me what happened.

- I know you hear that. How can I concentrate?

- You gotta learn how to focus. I learned how to tune it out.

It's a--it's a meditation you use.

- No, it's not meditation. - Just tell me what happened.

- You know what? I can't focus with that. Nope.

- A'ight, let's just go to your house then.

- No, let's go to a bar.

- Okay, that's fine. Let's do that.

-Hey. - Ma.

- What?

- Can you go put some clothes on, please?

- Do I need to show you again? - Ma, stop that.

Please, I got company. - Hey, Bill.

- Hey, Ms. Alice. - You can look at me.

- No, I can't. - Ma.

- What, you think you gonna get turned on?

- No, I think I'm gonna get sterile.

- Oh, you talking that bullshit.

- Mom, please? Come on, can you go to your room?

- Oh, nah, see y'all don't like this Korean vintage coochie.

- Don't ask. Don't ask. - Korean?

- Don't even try to understand that.

- Korean? - Don't try to understand.

- Yeah, Korean.

- Ma, you Black. Why is that even, what?

- I got a weave done there.

- Oh damn. - Okay, Ma?

- Oh, that's like--

I know. I know I'm Black, 'cause you know you are what you eat.

- What does that even mean? - I got a Korean man in there.

- Okay. Ew, nobody cares at all.

- Wow, I don't. - Please, Ma, can you just go?

Please? - No, no, no, I want

to tell y'all about my favorite Korean dish.

- Aw, naw. - My God.

- Yeah, yeah. - Let's go, bro.

I can't do this. I'm not fittin' to do this.

Yeah, go ahead. Come on, bro.

- Hey, where y'all going? - We're leaving, Ma, bye.

Go, go, please leave.

- Okay. I'll see y'all.

- Grab my keys, bro.

- You some ma ga goo go.

- Ma, that is not Korean. That's offensive.

Okay? Like, stop doing that. Uh.

Let--let me put some clothes on. I'll be right back.

- Alright. - Like what you looking at?

- Ms. Alice? - What, baby?

- You know you my mama's age.

- Yeah, but you know your mama was a ho.

- Ms. Alice. - Uh-huh.

She sucked more dick than a ball at a golf club.

- Ms. Alice, that don't make no sense.

- I bet it did to your mama.

- How you gonna talk about my mama like that?

- Hey, you better ask Tiger.

- Get yo' mama. Can you hurry up, Jay? Come on.

You know what? I'll help you get dressed.

- Hey, y'all don't want to meet my Korean?

-No!

- He gonna come and cook here in a minute.

-No!

- Oh, I hope the hell this ain't John.

Who is it?

-Dr. Brooks, open the damn door, man.

- Dr. Hunter. - Roommate.

- Yo, what's up? What the hell you doing here, man?

- What's up, man?

- You said you were coming on the weekend though, right?

- Yeah, but I got here a little bit early, man.

It only took me three days.

- Three days, driving all the way from L.A.?

- Yeah, usually that type of road trip

would have taken me forever.

- Yeah, yeah, I remember.

Where was it that we drove together?

- I don't know. When?

- Like the summer after freshman year.

- Oh, my mom's wedding. - Yeah.

Yo, honestly, on that trip I vowed to never drive

anywhere with you again.

Bro, you stopped every freaking hour.

- What do you want me to do, man? I get bored.

I like to actually get out and experience

the side of the country I'm going through, you know.

Go shopping and stuff, right? - Yeah.

- Have a good time.

Is that--is that a problem with you?

- No, I--I remember that.

And we stopped every hour and it adds hours

onto the trip because you wanna stop,

you wanna buy this, get a little pretzel, like--

- I get bored, man. Okay?

I wanna stop. I get sleepy too. So, what?

That's a part of the road trip is the experience.

- Yeah, I remember all too well. That's why I'm kinda amazed

that you made it here so fast.

- You gonna eat that sandwich?

I been eying it, man. Thank you.

- Help yourself, Dr. Hunter. - I appreciate it.

- Glad to have you here. - Thank you so much.

Oh, man.

- Yeah, usually that type of road trip

would have taken me forever, but I don't know.

I just had a lot on my mind, I guess.

- So, about the divorce. Sorry about that.

But, uh, it's final now, or?

- Uh, last week.

- Right on. How you feeling about it?

- I'm--I'm cool. I'm cool.

Um, I got a sports car.

Sports car? - Yeah.

It's actually funny. So, when I finally passed boards

and got my position down at the hospital, I wanted one.

But that was a fight with Jen, of course, you know.

- Wait, so, you're saying that she fought you

over getting a car?

- Jen fought me about everything.

So, look. On the way to sign the divorce papers,

I bought a brand-new Mercedes GT63S, bro.

The AMG. Beautiful car, man.

Beautiful car. I pulled up to her lawyers office

in it, and she was so mad, bro.

You should've seen the look on her face.

She was disgusted, man.

I was laughing all the way out here.

- That's petty, bro, but I've seen those cars.

They're amazing. They're amazing.

- It's nice. It's nice.

- But, hey, so, why didn't she want you

to have a sports car, though?

- She thought it was irresponsible

because we planned on starting a family.

- I mean, I guess I can see her point. You know?

- Look, man--look, one day I looked up

and everything that I liked she had a problem with.

Now, after awhile I was like, what the hell am I doing?

- Yeah, you hid it well 'cause, honestly,

from where I was looking, if you and Jen couldn't make it,

there's no hope for any of us. Seriously.

- Yeah right. You can get married

anytime you want, Dr. Brooks.

Last time I've checked, you never had a problem

with the ladies.

- Well, I mean, you know, I do okay.

But at the same time, all the ones that like me

are too crazy, so. - No, no, no.

You like crazy, so that's what you attract.

- What are you talking about, I like crazy?

- You like crazy. - I like--I like beautiful.

I like sexy. I like smart.

- I don't know about smart.

- And, you know, a lot of the freaky mixed in.

- With a scoop of crazy on top. - No, no.

- Alright, that's what I see. Nice place by the way.

It's a really dope spot. - Thanks, man.

Oh, I don't have anything in your room, by the way.

- Oh, that's fine, man. I left all my stuff in L.A. anyways.

Just I need an air mattress. That's it.

If you can do that, I'm cool. - Okay.

It's already in there but just blow it up.

- Okay. Thank you. - I'm gonna go to bed.

- Oh yeah, don't let me keep you up, man.

- Okay. - You have a good night, bro.

- Hey. - Appreciate you.

Thank you for letting me stay here, man.

- Of course. Listen, anytime, bro.

You know, you my guy. I'm glad to have you here.

- Okay, alright. Thank you.

- Hey, but honestly, I'm surprised you ever left L.A.

- Well, it's a new chapter for me.

You know? - Yeah.

- After all the stuff I went through,

I figured I needed a change of scenery, too.

And plus, with all my boys out here,

I figured Atlanta would be the spot.

- Well, hey, you know. Glad to have you here.

It's different.

It's different from L.A. so, but I hope you like it, man.

- So, what about you? You dating anyone special?

- Not at the moment. You know, but here's the thing.

I feel like if the right woman came along,

I'm in a place where I'm ready to entertain that.

You know? - Yeah.

- Yeah. - She'll find you, man.

- I hope so. What about you though?

I mean, you excited? You dating again now?

- I mean, I guess.

You know, I never really dated like that.

- What are you talking about? - No, think about it, man.

Like, I was always with Jen.

We got together in high school and we just never broke up.

- Yeah, it's funny, like, from the outside,

you guys seemed like the perfect fit.

Like the Black Barbie and Ken around campus.

- No, no. - Yes.

- No, I wouldn't say all that, man.

She was just bossy and I went along with her shit.

- Damn. - Yep.

- Okay, well, listen.

I gotta get some sleep but make yourself at home.

Whatever you need, bro. - Oh, yeah, yeah.

Don't let me keep you up, man.

I'll just crash here on the couch, man.

- Okay, yeah, yeah. Make yourself comfortable.

- Appreciate you, Dr. Brooks.

- Don't try to get any crumbs on it though.

- Okay. - Thanks, man.

- Nice apartment, thanks. - Hey, Greg.

Good to have you here, man. - Thank you, Dr. Brooks.

- See you in the morning.

-Yo.

What the hell? - Hi, Mike.

Hi.

- Why are you texting me some shit like this?

And why are you in my house? I thought you got rid

of the key. - I still have your key.

I still have your key. Hi.

Give me a hug.

Oh, uh-oh.

- Why are you texting me shit like this?

- What--what--what shit?

- I don't know what you're talking about.

I don't have any STIs. - What?

- This text. - What text?

Can you--can you get something to clean this up?

- No. And you shouldn't even be here.

Look, I don't have any STIs.

- What the hell are you talking about? STI?

- You just sent me a text. - Help me take off my shoes.

- You just sent me a text saying that I have to talk to you STIs.

I don't have any STIs. - I didn't text you saying STI.

- Look at it.

- Oops, my bad. My bad.

- Pam, are you drunk? - Yeah. Yes.

- What are you doing here? - Oh, it was supposed to say--

Here come over here.

It was supposed to say I need to talk to you, stupid.

- Pam. Pam. - Yeah.

- You're drunk. Are you drunk?

- Yeah.

That's the only way I would come here is if I'm drunk.

- What is it? - Okay.

I need to talk to you. - Okay.

- Mm, mm.

Okay. So, ew--your hand.

So, about this relationship thing.

- No, there is no relationship thing.

I changed my mind. - You ain't changed shit.

- Yes, I have. - Why?

Because you got rejected? - No.

- Uh-huh, yeah. Yeah.

- No, it's because I don't want you anymore.

- Yes, you do. Yes, you do.

You want me. - No, I don't.

- Mm-hmm. - No, I don't.

- Wait, so, what? So, you're just like little boy?

You--you--you get rejected so you just take your toys

and you go home? - Yeah.

Yeah, I would like for you to go home.

- Oh I am home. - Pam.

- I decorated this place. - Pam, no.

- I did. - No, please.

- Come to the bed-- let's go to the bedroom.

- I'm not doing anything.

- Come on, let's go to the bedroom.

- Pam, stop. - Yeah.

- What is wrong with you? - What?

- What is wrong with you? - Whole new me.

- I'm not doing anything with you.

You need to go home. - What?

So, you just--you just don't like women being in control.

That's what it is. - Pam.

You need to leave. - I can't.

I told you I walked here from the bar because I'm tipsy.

- Alright, well, take a ride share or something.

- No, I can't get in. The bartender kept my keys.

So, I--I really, I can't get in.

- You're playing games, and I'm not in the mood

for playing games. - I'm telling you.

No, I am telling you. - Pam, you have to leave.

I don't want to see you right now.

- What do you have to drink? - No.

- Mike. - I got water.

You need to go. Look.

- Put some music on. Let's put some music on.

Let's dance. - No.

No, no. - Yes, come on.

- No, look, I have somebody coming over here.

- You do? - Mm-hmm.

- Okay. Well, I mean, I hope she's hot.

Then, we can--we can-- we can have a threesome.

We can do a threesome.

- You don't even fuck with threesomes.

You need to go. - Really?

- For real, just--just-- - You're gonna put me out?

- I don't know how many times I have to say it.

- Okay. - Alright.

- Night.

Let me have some of that.

- You need to go. You need to go.

- You know what? I don't even want it anymore.

- Alright then, just leave. - Bye, asshole.

Wait, do you--you have my slippers here.

My slippers are still here. - Take the slippers.

And give me my key and get out.

Now, leave. Leave.

- Oh, okay, fine. - Bye.

- Bye. Bye asshole.

You know what? I'm not coming back here anymore.

- Don't come back here anymore. Alright, you need to go.

- Can I have a hug? - Take the hug.

Take the hug. Take the hug. Take the hug.

- Okay. Okay. - Take the hug.

Take your shoes. - Okay, wait, okay.

- You okay? Alright? You good. Alright.

Take the shoes. - Bye.

Wait, oh. - Take the shoes.

Leave the key and take the shoes.

- Fine.

Give me a kiss.

- Just get out.

Bye. - Bye.

- She came at you like that? - Yep.

- And they went out together tonight?

- Mm-hmm. - Where they going?

- I don't know but they said something about having coffee

and comparing notes or something.

- Damn. - Yeah.

Damn, you know what? - What?

- Ah, damn, man. - What?

- They about to know all my little dirty secrets.

- Bill, you kinda deserve that shit, though.

- Yo', I don't need your-- I don't need your judgement,

right now, Jay. - I'm not judging you

and just trying to tell you like the truth.

- Look, you know you ain't no saint your damn self.

- I know. I'm not saying I'm a saint.

Okay? - Okay.

- Get off the defensive

and listen. - Then why you talking?

- I'm saying you put yourself in that situation.

- Can you back the hell up off real quick?

- I get it, I got you. Okay, cool. Backed up.

- Before I get the hell up out of here

and leave your broke ass to pay for these drinks.

- Your triffling ass would do that.

- In a heartbeat. - I know you would.

Petty ass. - Hey.

- Hey. How are you?

Thank you so much. - Can I get another one, please?

- Yeah. What you want?

- Uh, bourbon. - Okay, got it.

- You're back again. - I am.

- What--what did he do? - Nothing.

- No, what did you do? - I didn't do nothing.

- No, it really wasn't him. It was the assholes he was with.

- What did Mike do? - Oh, so, you know him, too?

- I'm sad to say, yeah. - Yes, we're sorry.

- Yeah. - I apologize.

He gets drunk, he's out of control.

- Yeah, you apologized.

- Okay, I just really want you to know.

- I actually need to apologize myself.

I acted completely out of character.

My boss--he's just really been on my ass.

- Oh no, you fine.

I just--no problem, I'm sorry again though for Mike.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

- Yeah, I'm gonna go get his drink.

- Okay.

Bye. I'll see ya later.

Ouch, what are you hitting me for?

- You need to get at her. - Bro, no.

- Jay, the whole time she was flirting with you, baby.

- I'm not ready for that, man. - You what? What?

- These Atlanta chicks ain't feeling me like that.

- Ah, come on, man, what?

- You know I live with my mama.

- Oh, so now you finally admit it.

- No, you know what I'm saying. Stop playing.

It's a place that I pay for. - Okay.

- I can't get with these chicks in Atlanta, man.

They ain't feeling me like that.

- Yo, how you gonna know if you don't try. Take a shot.

Shoot your shot, Jay. - Bill Bill.

Look, at this place, bro.

She get big ballers coming in here all day.

- Big balls? - You know what I'm saying.

Not big balls, big ballers. - I'm just--be specific.

- I don't know if they got big balls.

That's dirty. - Be specific.

- Don't be like that. Real talk, though.

Bro, I'm still trying to build. I gotta get on my feet first.

- Okay. You still fucking Cynthia?

- What? No.

- Yeah, you are. - No, I'm not. It's not funny.

- Yo, you been messing with that girl for a minute.

- I'm not. - Yes, you are.

- I'm not. Okay, sometimes.

You been hitting that for a minute.

- Hey, old faithful. - Old reliable.

- Always there in the time of need.

They may not come when you want 'em.

- But always on time. [laughs

Why don't you go ahead and get with that girl?

- Man, it's not like that with me and her.

- Well, it could be.

- Man, that's not what I want with her at all.

- Okay, so you just wanna hit it.

Stick and move. - No, it's not like that, man.

We have a understanding. Me and her have a understanding.

It's very clear. - Okay.

Well, you know she's into you.

- Look, she's just as lonely as I am

and it's just two lonely people

trying to make it work with what we got.

So, this is how we both got a understanding.

- Okay, she into you, otherwise, she wouldn't be coming over

every time you called, so stop playing.

Yo, where she at with my drink? - Dude, she lonely, I'm lonely.

We have a understanding 'cause she got her own thing

and situation why she want to be single, so.

- I understand you're lonely. - Okay.

- I understand it.

- So, since she lonely, I'm lonely we need each other.

So, that's how that works out.

- That's sweet.

Who dat? Who dat? - It's Tom.

- Thank you.

Yo, I thought it was supposed to be past his bedtime.

He's single. He's single.

- I thought so too. Hello.

-John. - Yeah.

- You need to get home right away.

- What's wrong? - Your mom just called me.

She said she feels like she's having a heart attack.

- What?

-Yeah, I'm on my way there right now.

And I already called the ambulance.

Just get there okay? - A'ight.

- What's up? What was that about?

- Look, we gotta go.

- Well, I mean, you ain't got no car.

- Hey, my mama's having a heart attack, man.

- What? - Yes.

- A'ight, I'm sorry. Let's get it. Let's get it.

- Hey, hey, somebody's gotta pay this bill.