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- I went to see Natalie.

- I saw Peter. - You did?

- And we had sex in the backseat.

-Previously on "Bruh"--

- Is Littia here? - Yep.

- Well, I'm gonna go. Let y'all do y'all thing.

- Wait, what are you doing here?

- I'm one of the counselors who works here.

- Pleasure to meet you. - I'm Darla.

- Hey, Darla, I'm John.

She's not who he thinks she is.

You see her? -Yeah.

- You see him? I went to school with him.

His name was Darren.

Now it's Darla.

- No, no. - No, really.

- Hold up, damn.

I mean, she is beautiful. - Yeah.

- I mean, I--I might hit. - What?

- What's wrong with you, J, come on?

- Like I don't think he know, man.

- Okay, maybe he does.

- No, he don't know that.

I--he don't know that.

- Look, man.

I got some stuff to do.

- I know, but what do you think I should do.

Like I should tell him or?

- Look, you need to go home, man.

Regina's mad at me.

- Already? - Yeah, man.

- You've been married an hour, and already

you in the doghouse.

That's crazy. What happened?

- She--she slept with Peter.

- Nigga, I know that, they was gonna get married,

it makes sense. They probably did it a lot.

- No, I'm talking about today.

- Today? - Yeah.

- Damn. My mama had told me that Peter

had moved to San Francisco.

- I'm sorry? - Yeah, to get away from her.

- So she lied to me?

- I--I mean, unless you saw--saw him there or his dick

is just miles long and--and he throwing it miles, and--

- Alright, bring it back. Bring it back.

- She like-- - Look, stop, man.

- Alright, my bad. - So, seriously--

- You don't wanna envision that. - Nah. And I won't, okay?

- Respect, that's your wife now. I'm so sorry.

- Thank you. - I'll show respect.

- She over here playing games.

- So, yeah, that don't sound right.

So, I'm sorry about that.

What am I'ma do about Greg, man?

- Nothing, man. Greg a grown-ass man.

Let him do what he does.

- Bro, but he--he gonna think his--he's smooth driving,

then he's gonna hit a bump in the road.

- But I don't care, man, yo-- - I'ma tell him.

- No, don't get your feelings hurt.

- Why would I get my feelings hurt?

I'm not the one-- - Yo, Greg is a doctor.

If he don't know human anatomy by now,

I don't know what to tell you.

- I--Bro, I--I'ma tell him.

- You need to go home. Good night.

- Yeah, alright, good night. I'ma tell him though.

- Don't tell--mind your business, go home.

- Wouldn't you wanna know? - Yeah--

- Would you--or would you not wanna know?

- I don't know. Wouldn't you wanna know what Littia's doing

right now at your house? - Why you gotta--

- I'm just saying, okay. - Never mind,

you got a lot going on. I'm gonna let--

- Thank you, 'preciate that info.

- I'ma call Peter, he's slinging dick!

- Nigga, shut up.

Damn.

- Wait, wait, wait.

- What the fuck?

- I'm--I'm--I'm sorry, I was--I was gonna--

- Are you--are you a transgender?

- Yes.

- Well, say something, don't--

- What do you want me to say?

- I don't know.

I--I want you to not look at me like you're disgusted by me.

I--I want you to say that it doesn't matter,

that you understand.

- Well, it does matter, and I don't understand.

- Okay, I'm just--I'm--I'm gonna--I'm gonna go.

- Yeah, you do that.

- Bae. - I'm sleeping.

- I need to talk to you.

- I'm asleep.

- Here.

- What?

- It's my phone.

Here's the password. There.

- Bill, I don't want your phone.

- Just--just go through it, okay?

Go through it, um, look at every text.

Check out every picture.

Erase anybody you think might be a problem.

- I'm not doing that.

- Why not?

- Because I'm not about to help you do what's right, Bill.

You have to do that.

- I know Peter didn't see you today.

- So?

- He's in San Francisco.

- And?

- So, you just said all that to make me jealous?

- He still texts and calls, Bill, so it's not like it

couldn't have happened.

It could have been true.

- Okay.

Look...

here's my commitment.

From now on, I'm gonna be completely and utterly

honest with you. - Okay, yeah.

We've had this conversation.

- No, no, here, go through my phone, okay?

Uh, uh, I'm gonna mark every day on this calendar, okay,

that I don't even look at another woman.

- What? I don't wanna see that shit either.

- Look, it's for me.

- I'm--I'm not doing that, okay? I'm not.

I'm--and I'm so serious with--if you don't get your shit

together, I will take you

for all your shit. - I know you will.

- I'm not playing with you. - I know.

- Get it together-- - I'm trying.

- I'm not about to be-- - Policing me?

- Exactly.

- You think I got a--a sex addiction?

- Oh my God.

Bill, I think you're a man, and you need to cut the bullshit and

just do what's right.

- I mean, no, seriously, though, do you think I've

got a problem like that?

- Bill, cut it out.

- No, look, even right now, you getting me mad,

it's turning me on. I'm getting hard already.

- Oh, please, put it away. - Alright, no--

Alright, it is, it is.

- Put it away. - It is.

- Bill, I'm not playing with you.

I'm not--it's not funny.

- It's--I'm--I'm just trying to lighten the mood.

- No, you're playing games, I'm not.

You need to go to bed.

- Can't you come with me? - No.

- Why not? Please?

- Matter of fact...the couch.

- No, no, not the couch.

No, no, no, babe, babe, babe, babe.

Look, look, look.

I'm sorry.

I'm a fuck-up. - You think?

- I'm gonna stop doing that, alright?

Just don't make me sleep on the couch.

I wanna be next to you.

Please?

- I'm going to sleep.

- Come on, you know your ass ain't really want no water.

- Mm-hmm, I'm thirsty.

- No, I'm thirsty. -Thanks.

- I cannot with you. -You know--

Oh, you back?

- Yes, I'm back.

- Good, you can wash them dishes.

- Thought you would be gone by now.

- No, I told her to wait for you.

So she could talk to you. - Ma?

- No, no. Go on and tell him what you told me.

- He don't wanna hear it. - Well, make him.

- What's going on? - Okay, I will.

- I'm going to bed.

Sit down, motherfucker, and talk to her.

I mean it.

- Thank you for everything.

- Girl, thank you. You know what?

You my kind of chick. - Thank you.

- Oh yeah.

Serial killer and all.

Little slasher! - Wha--

- Why did she call me a serial killer?

'Cause you are, bitch.

- She just--that's--that's obviously 'cause you murdered

your ex-boyfriend, and so--

that's why she calls you that.

- But that was one--okay.

Just say it.

She told me what you think of me.

- You--you should never believe what my mama say.

My mama say a lot of stuff.

- Why didn't you just tell me you were scared of me?

- I'm not scared of you.

-Yes, you are! Don't be lying and shit!

- Ma! You--go to bed! -Look--

-Don't tell me what to damn do!

- John, I know I can come on strong.

And if you need space, I get it, but you just gotta tell me.

- Littia, to be truthfully honest, it's just that

like we just met. - I know.

- And like the calling all the time, and coming up to my job,

it can just be-- - Okay, I get it.

- --can just be a little overwhelming.

And...I think I do need a little space, for sure.

I'm sorry. - Okay.

- Littia, what you doing? What you doing?

- I was just going to take a bite.

- Oh. - Well...

I appreciate you telling me.

- Yeah, you wanna put that down?

- And I guess what really matters is...

you've been honest with me.

- Well, that's what I try to be.

Honesty is key.

That kinda' rhymed--I'm sorry.

Sorry, I just wanted to be honest with you.

I don't--you know, I never wanna deceive you or cheat on you

or nothing like that, right? - Look, it's--it's all good.

- Cool.

Can I see that knife?

That's--it look like something on it.

Sit it right here for me? - No, I got it.

- No, no, you should-- - You got one right there.

- I know, but I wanna see if--'cause--can you just

sit it down for a second?

Oh yeah, I'll just grab them from ya, yeah, 'preciate it.

Just wanna--'cause the silverware,

my mom--it's antique, so she don't want--I got you.

Go ahead, you were saying.

- Look, I know when I'm not wanted.

- It's not that you're not-- - John, no, stop.

- That's not even-- - No, stop, like for real.

Just say what it is.

I promise you women can handle that shit.

-Sure the hell do.

- Littia, again, I'm sorry.

I hope you understand.

I didn't mean it to like you're not wanted.

That's not what I was saying but--

- Yeah.

I'll see you.

- She gone?

- Ma, you heard her leave.

- I know.

I like her.

- Well, why don't you date her?

- She's a good girl.

- Ma, she is a good girl, I don't disagree with you.

But she's a good girl that need to chill.

- Well, some people ain't into that chill shit.

- I know, you're not.

- No, I'm not. - Yeah.

- I'm into that invasion of your space shit.

- And that's a felony, Ma.

- In some states.

- Including this one.

- Well, why don't you give her a chance?

- Ma, I'm good where we are.

Thats--'safe place to be.

- Well, I told her your penis was small, again.

- Ma, why--why would you--why are you saying--

why are spreading these rumors?

Why are you doing that?

- It ain't a rumor, baby.

- Mama, please--

- But she was okay with it.

- Ma, that's not even the point.

You ain't seen me since I was a baby.

So stop saying that.

And don't say that to people.

It's not what you say.

And I don't care if she's okay or not, please stop doing that.

- But you can't help, 'cuz you took after your daddy.

- Mama-- - And not his brother.

- Stop talking--Mama, why--

- Now his brother----god damn,

that was--that your uncle.

- Come in.

- Hey. - Hey.

- How are you this morning?

- I'm okay.

- Yeah, you get much sleep?

- Barely.

- Alright, well, we'll try one more night without meds.

And if that doesn't work, I'll get you something, okay?

- Okay.

- Kinda pleasant this morning.

- You think so? - Mm-hmm.

It's nice to see.

- Honestly, I'm just ready to get out of here.

- I get it.

Just one more night, and then you come back next weekend.

- Okay. - Okay?

- Okay. - So, you get much work done?

- Actually, yeah. - Yeah?

- Yeah. - Good. That's dope.

- Hey, can I ask you a question?

- What's up?

- You know Pam, right? - Mike.

- Yeah, you know her?

- Yeah, I know her.

- I've been treating her like shit

since I met her.

- Yeah.

- She told you?

- In so many words.

- Look, I--I need a favor.

- What's up?

- Could you call her and tell her everything?

- Everything?

- Yeah. Like you have my permission

to tell her everything that I tell you.

No HIPPA laws, just--

- Alright, well, you're gonna have to sign a form for that.

- Yeah, I'll do that. Yeah.

- Okay.

Um, can I ask you why you want her to know everything?

- I just want her to know that...I'm a good guy.

- Okay. - And, uh--

and that shit just has me all out of whack.

- Alright.

- And--just let her know, as soon as I kick this shit,

I'm coming after her with everything that I have.

- Why don't you tell her that?

- I've already broken too many promises to her, so--

- Sometimes it's still good to hear.

- You think that's something she wanna hear from me still?

- I think you won't know until you try.

- You gotta encourage me.

You gotta like be like, "No, she wants to hear it."

Just tell me like-- - Okay, yeah,

she'd wanna hear it. - She wanna hear it?

- Yeah, she wants hear it, yeah.

- I don't know, man, every time that I call her,

I say the wrong shit.

And I just--I don't wanna say the wrong shit anymore.

I don't wanna say the wrong--

- I got you.

But...what you can do is...

take this. Here.

Here's a pen.

Take like the whole day and just think about

what you wanna say to her.

The whole day, just let it play through your mind.

Write it all down.

Maybe scratch it out a few times.

But say everything have you to say on that paper.

And then once you're done, tell her.

- Okay.

Alright, I'll do that.

- Mike, look at me.

I have faith in you.

You're doing the right thing.

- Thanks.

- Hey, you're gonna kick this.

You know that, right? - Yeah.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- Don't lose sight of that.

- I won't.

- Alright, uh, well, I gotta go.

I gotta go home, get some rest, and then go to the yoga studio,

but-- - Get your yoga on.

- You know it. - Yeah. Alright.

- Look, if you need anything, I got you.

Just tell 'em.

- Okay, well, I mean, we're not allowed

to have our phones in here.

- They know how to reach me.

I got you.

Alright?

See ya later.

- Thank you.

- Come in!

- Hey.

- I'm glad you're here.

- Uh, yeah, I was gonna stop by before you went to work.

- You look like you haven't slept all night.

- Yeah, I, um, haven't been able to sleep.

- Yeah, me either.

- Um, I just--I just came to say that I'm sorry about

what happened last night. I-- - Darla.

- I--I should have given you the choice.

- Uh, Darla.

You're one of the most beautiful women I've ever met, okay?

And I really, really am into you.

I just wish I would have known.

I would have handled it so much better than that.

- Have you ever met someone, and you really like them,

but...you know that they aren't gonna be into you?

- I can't say that I have.

- Well, that's my life.

Hold this secret, wanting men like you, all the while knowing

that if you knew, you would...

be disgusted by me.

- Darla, you can't put us all in the same box like that.

We're not all like that.

- I don't know. I feel like most men are that way.

- So what?

You thought I wouldn't notice?

- No, I was--I was going to tell you.

- When?

- I don't know. I--I just--

After I was comfortable enough to know that you were really

into me, and then I could just--

- That would have made it worse, Darla.

- I know. I know.

I know.

- Listen...you shouldn't make someone fall for you until they

know who you are.

- But that usually ends it.

- So what?

Then you go on to the next and to the next and to the next

until you find someone that's comfortable with who you are

upfront.

- No, you're--you're right.

You're right.

- Don't you think you deserve that?

- If you knew all the shit that I've been through, I--

with being trans and just--

- I can't even imagine.

- It just--it just hasn't been easy, Greg.

- I understand.

I just--you just have to be honest about who you are.

- I know.

- Okay, well...I'm gonna go.

I gotta go--I gotta go to work.

- Okay, and I really am sorry about how everything--

- Don't worry about it, okay?

No harm, no foul.

- Yeah, okay.

Okay.

Uh, I'll, um--I'll see you.

- I get off at 7.

- What?

- You're cooking.

- Wait, I'm sorry, no, what did you say?

- You're cooking right here.

- Are--are you playing some kind of joke on me?

Are you getting back at me?

- No.

We need to finish this conversation.

- Thank you.

Are you sure?

- Yes.

It's just dinner.

- Thank you.

- Sure.

If you're thinking about finishing that expensive bottle

of wine, you're crazy.

- Okay.

- I'll see you later, okay?

- Okay, alright.

Alright, bye.