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All what stuff gone?

My sex toys.

Are you serious?

Previously on "Bruh".

Just shoot me a text with your inch--square footage,

and I'll send you a quote.

You got it.

- What the hell was that? - What was what?

Hey, have you, have you met my college buddy?

No, I haven't. Hi.

I don't get the tr-- the whole trans thing.

You don't have to get it, but you better get used to it.

We don't have to talk about it.

I don't really follow.

I want to fuck you.

Did you hear me?

Yeah, I did.

I'm sorry if I'm too forward. I just...

No, I appreciate the honesty.

What's your honesty?

I'm married.

Yeah, I know that.

- And I really can't-- - Are you happy?

- Look, I'm, I'm really-- - That's not a yes.

I'm sorry, Claudia.

Don't be sorry.

- Take me. - Claudia, I can't.

That's why I came back.

Okay, no, no, sorry, Claudia.

Oh, I told you, you're the most attractive man

- that I have ever met. - Okay, but I can't...

Look, I know you don't know me.

- No, no I don't. - And I don't know you.

You're right.

But that's why this could be perfect.

What?

We can keep each other's secrets.

I don't think this is a good idea.

Come on. It'll be fun.

No, no, I don't think so.

Okay...

Well, I saw it in your eyes.

Saw what?

You wanted me as soon as I walked in.

- I mean, well... - Don't you want me?

- I don't know you. - That wasn't the question.

Don't you want me?

I-I-I want to go home.

Okay, I get it.

- Well, it would have been nice. - I don't know about that.

No, it would have been nice.

Look, Claudia, I'm sorry.

You know what? I'm sorry.

It's just that I'm,

I'm with a man that I'm not even supposed to be with.

The only reason why we're married

is because he wanted to get married, not me.

And now, here I am in this moment,

throwing myself at a married man.

- I'm so sorry. I just... - Look, look, look,

don't be sorry, it's all right.

No, it's not all right.

It's pathetic.

I'm not that girl.

Are--are you sure about that?

Yes. Believe it or not, I'm not.

I'm--I'm the fun girl that loves life.

Th--the marriage, the kids, it's...

It's really been a lot for me.

Sorry you feel that way.

Do you ever feel trapped in your marriage?

Trapped? Me?

Girl. No, I'm free as a bird. Caw!

I'm free...

How long have you been married?

- I got to get going home. - That long, huh?

Well, I'll be seeing you. Okay?

Did you still want me to clean your place?

Yeah. I don't see why that's a problem.

Okay. I just hope that I didn't cause any

- issues between us or... - No, no. We good.

We good, all we... it's--we good.

All right, well, I'll leave.

You. Please, please stay and finish up your work.

Sorry again if I was too forward.

No, it's good. You're good.

Hope to see you soon.

- Let's keep hope alive. Right? - That's right.

- Bye. - Bye.

What the hell, Bill?

Why's this shit keep happenin'?

Why the fu--

Oof, ooh.

Ooh, we okay? Yeah, we okay.

We okay. I can't even work now.

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Oh my God.

Shit...

- What? - He married.

- Who married? - The police officer.

Ma, you worry about that when this girl done just

- messed up our apartment? - Well, shit.

Just because this happened,

don't stop me from getting my due.

You know what, Ma?

- Fine. Just off. Just gone. - Well, you know what?

I'm going in there and change clothes,

- and then we goin' over there. - Goin' over where?

- To her job? - Yes.

Ma, I'm not taking you over there again.

- Nigga, you scared. - No, I'm not scared.

- Yes, you are. - No, I'm not.

What you think she gonna do to you?

I don't know, but I'm not going over there again.

- I know that. - Did you file

- for the restraining order? - Yes, I did.

Well, then I know what to do.

What that supposed to mean, Ma?

I mean, I can hire a hitman to kill your ass.

And then they'll say she did it.

Ma, between the two of y'all?

Go, like something's wrong.

I know I want that damn money.

Ma, can you be honest? You keep playing like--if I die,

Ma, you would be sad.

You'd be at the funeral crying,

Oh, my baby! Oh Lord, take me now!

That'd be you. You'd be gone. Just gone.

I don't know why you acting like you really wouldn't be sad.

- You love me, it's okay. - No, I wouldn't do that.

Yes you would, Ma.

Unless the insurance company was watching.

Okay, I'm not dealing with this with you.

- Well, take me over there. - Fine, Ma.

When I clean this up, I'll take you. Okay?

Nigga, this shit can wait.

Ma, I don't want to come back to this mess.

I wasn't gonna stay here tonight anyway.

What do you mean, you weren't gonna stay here tonight?

- You live here. - I'm staying with the blinker.

Ma, you not staying with no damn blinker?

You just met that man.

- It's all right. - It's not.

It just took me a little bit to freak him.

Just a little tiny bit.

Sometimes I don't even know why I wake up in the morning.

Mm-hmm, to be a pain in my damn ass.

Well know that the feeling is mutual.

Say the shit again

and I'ma open your skull to the damn light.

Motherfucker...

- 'Ey. - You aint gonna believe this.

- What's happening? - Your housekeeper.

- Yeah. What about her? - Man, she came on to me.

What? Bro, that woman is, like, 65 years old.

- W-What? - Yeah.

No, no, no. The owner came and cleaned your apartment today.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah, man.

- Have you seen her? - No, I aint seen her.

Oh, she is fine as shit.

- Oh, well. - What you mean, oh well?

That means... you're married, Bill.

Man, why I do this shit myself?

Come on, man. It's not that bad.

Yes, it is. Yo, she was ready. Ready. Ready.

And you said no. Oh, proud of you, man.

No, I don't, I don't know how the hell I said no.

Well, you know what? It's good for you, man.

No, not good for me. What are you saying?

Said no because of your wife.

Damn. I don't like--

no, I don't want to deal with this shit.

What are you talking about?

I don't want to deal with this, bruh.

Like, having to pass up on a situation like this.

Feeling guilty about it.

Shit, I don't wanna be married.

Well, we can't undo that, right?

Yeah. Sav--save the I told you so shit, okay?

Well, that's what you're gonna get.

Yeah, if I wanted that, I would call Mike's ass.

I'm filling in for Mike right now.

- Yeah. - How's he doing, man?

Hmm. Eh, he's doing.

Yeah, I might have to hit him up

- and give him a call after this. - Yeah, you should do that.

But you know what? Right now, you should go home.

- Oh, I'm going home. - So, you left my place?

Uh, I'm getting there.

And you really didn't sleep with her?

- No, I didn't. - Huh. You growing up, bruh.

- I don't like this shit. - Yeah. Go home, Bill.

All right, I'm going, bro.

All right man, I'll talk to you later.

- Yeah, boy. - Bye.

Okay...

- Hi. - Hi.

Well, that didn't go too well.

How so?

Your boy is not into me.

Hey, listen, he's just going through a lot right now.

That's all it is.

And he's straight, right?

- Yes. - You're sure?

Yeah, as far as I know.

What? Why are you... why are you asking that question?

I don't know. I mean, he was, like, really short and mean.

- Oh, he was mean, huh? - Yeah.

I'm sorry. He's not usually, like, that. Not at all.

Okay, Maybe I shouldn't say mean.

Maybe I should say uninterested.

It wasn't that. All right?

He's just going through a lot of shit.

That's what it is.

- Yeah. - Yeah. Yeah.

Well, he just got divorced and he moved across the country

and he's starting over.

- He's kind of on edge. So... - Okay, okay.

- Not you Dina. - I guess that could be...Yeah.

Yeah, that's it. It's not you. All right, good.

But thank you... for trying, anyway.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, no problem. Yeah, sure.

- Um, can I ask you a question? - What's that?

I'm just wondering, like, how come you never

tried to ask me out?

- Well... - Yeah. I mean, you never

thought to ask me?

- Tom, I just... - No, I mean, you know,

a lot of times come to me, told me about a dude

you're dealing with. Ask me some questions,

but that's it. You never, you know?

Well, I n--I never thought that you were...

What? You never thought I was what?

- You can tell me. - Interested in me.

- Really? - Yeah.

Well, you'd be very wrong. Okay?

- Really? - Yeah. Yeah.

I am most definitely interested in you.

Huh? Well, why didn't you say anything?

Well, I, I don't know. I didn't, I didn't think that

you were interested in me.

You see, and this is why I say

you should always say what you want.

Well, yeah. Yeah, you're right. You're right.

So...

- So what? - Say it.

Oh! Oh, oh, oh, yeah, um...

So would you want to maybe go out with me?

Sure.

All right! Good, good.

- After work, okay? - Okay.

Maybe some drinks and-- actually, you know what?

Never mind. You surprise me.

Oh, you saying nothin', I'm ready to surprise you.

I got, I got tricks up my sleeve.

- Oh, all right. - I got a whole bag of 'em.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

- Okay, well... - Yes. Like, you ready, right?

- I'll see you later. - As long as you're ready.

- Yes. - Just ready for whatever.

- It's been long enough. - Yeah, it's been a while.

Tell you what. I'll just--text me.

- I will. - Okay.

- Hi. - Hey.

Uh, were you trying to sneak past my door.

No, I was just going in.

- You sure? - Oh, yeah.

- Oh, okay. - Wait. Were you just

peeking out, waiting to see when I was coming home?

- No, I wasn't. - Looks like that.

- Okay, fine. I was. - Why?

Because you didn't return my texts today.

Oh, well, we were just short-staffed at the hospital

and I was busy. It was no big deal.

- Okay, so about that? - About what?

That's not what we're going to do.

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

We're not going to pretend like we're too busy

- to return a text. - Well, that's what it was.

I don't know what you want me to say.

I mean, you return them all the time

when we first started talking.

- It hasn't even been that long. - I know.

Okay, Darla, I can't do this whole unsure thing with you.

- Excuse me? - I was busy.

All right? There's nothing to read into.

- That's it. I was busy. Okay? - Oh, okay.

Okay. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to go in and go shower

- and go to sleep. - Fine.

- Thank you. - Yeah, no problem.

Hey...

I'm sorry. Okay, this is...

That was not directed at you. I'm really sorry.

I've just been going through a lot of shit lately.

What is it?

It's just the guys. They just, they've just been pressing me.

Who?

It doesn't really matter who. That's not really...

- John? Tom? - Not so much Tom, but...

Um...

pressing you about dating me?

- Well...we're not dating. - Oh, we're not?

No, we're just getting to know each other.

- I see. - Do you? Because they've been

trying to set me up with people, and they tell me I need to

explore Atlanta and the dating life and get out.

Oh, wow. Well, you should. You should do that.

- I mean, I'm thinking about it. - Are you now?

- Yeah. - Okay.

What does that-- Does that bother you?

No, it doesn't bother me at all.

- I just, I just want to know why. - I mean, I'm freshly divorced.

I feel like that's plenty of reason to try.

Yeah, okay...

- You don't get it. - No...

What I don't get is that we were having a great time.

Okay...

Darla, I can't do this.

Do what?

Like this back and forth between me and you. Like I--

I just don't, I don't know if I can do it.

I--I don't know.

Okay. Well, since you don't know,

fuck you and lose my number.

Why do you have to be like that?

Because this is bullshit! You know that you're into me,

and you're letting your weak-ass boys talk you out of it.

I'm not letting my boys talk me out of it, okay?

- I'm not that kind of guy. - Oh, it seems like

you're exactly that kind of guy to me.

No, Darla, listen, you're not even give me the chance, to...

You're not even givin' me the credit for trying to understand.

Fuck your trying. I told you my truth.

Either you get with it or you don't.

- But don't waste my fucking time, - Darla...

- Fuck off, okay? - Darla.

Fuck you and lose my number.

- Hey. - Hi.

- How was work? - It was good.

Good.

Um, what did you do?

I changed the furniture around.

Why?

Well, the sofa needed to be facing the window.

I don't want that.

You a man. You don't know what you want.

- No, I know I don't want this. - Well, you should try it.

I don't want to try it.

That's a lot, you real testy.

No, I'm not testy.

I will move it back.

- Thank you. - But tomorrow.

Today, I'm gonna enjoy it.

You know your neighbors ain't got no curtains?

- No, I didn't know that. - Hmm. White folks is somethin'.

Black folks is something too.

Um, whe-where's Virginia?

- She says she's on her way. - Okay.

- You want something to eat? - No, I'm good.

- Okay. - You know what?

- I'ma take a shower. - Okay, go on.

Oh, but you know what?

I was just in there and might be out of hot water.

- Really? - Yeah, I don't know why,

'cause I was only in there an hour.

An hou--? An hour?

Just an hour. 60 minutes. A hour wash--just...

It's nice. I love it. Got all them jets everywhere.

Real nice.

You sure you don't want nothing to eat?

- Yeah, I'm sure. - Okay.

This... is wrong.

- Hi. - Hey baby.

- How was work? - Oh, it was good.

- Oh, who changed the furniture? - I did.

- I like it. - See?

Yeah.

What, you don't like it?

He said he didn't like it.

What's wrong with it? I love it.

He ain't talking much.

- Mom. - What?

- Can you give us a minute? - Okay. Well, you know what?

I was gonna take a walk anyway and find that doggie park. So...

- Dog park? - Oh, yeah.

- My dogs come next week. - Come where?

- Here. - Huh?

Don't you like dogs?

No. Not even a little.

What kind of man don't like dogs?

This man. This man don't like dogs.

Well, you'll like my dogs.

How many you talking about?

- Only four. - Four?

Are you raising your voice?

Did you hear she said four?

That's more like it.

Don't--Don't you think that's a lot to have four dogs

rolling around this little place?

You got plenty of room.

Okay.

All right, I'ma go to the park.

Find that dog park.

- I'll be back. Bye. - Bye, Mom.

- Bye, Bill. - Bye.

- I won't be long. - No. Hey, take your time.

Do not rush back. Take your time.

Take an hour... Two, three days.

I know you wasn't yelling at my mama.

I wasn't trying to yell at your mama.

That was not cool.

- Not cool? - No.

What's not cool is your mom in here

moving all my shit around.

Ah, we're married now, remember?

So this is our shit. Okay? And I like it.

- No talking to you. - No, not about my mama.

And what about these dogs? You knew?

Yeah, I mean, she's had dogs since I was a little girl.

They keep her company. They're well trained.

They know when to go there, there. They're cute.

Virginia, don't you think that's a lot

- in this little-ass apartment? - Cozy remember? It's cozy.

- It's not, okay? - Okay.

- Just... - Look...

No, no, mm-mm, no, no.

- What's wrong with you? - I'ma go shower.

Does all of this really make you that crazy?

Yes. Yeah. Yeah.

That's the second time you done yelled in five minutes.

Fuck...

And don't be slamming the door.

Shit...

No, don't do it, Bill. Don't do it.

Shit.

This is Claudia.

- Hello. - Bill?

- You know my voice? - Yes, I do.

Oh. Um,

what we gotta do to meet up?

Oh. You want to meet?

Yeah. Yeah, I do.

You just shoot me an address and I'll be there.

Okay. Well, we can meet now.

I'll text you an address.

Okay. All right.

Okay. See you in a bit.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sounds good.

Damn.

What the fuck is wrong with you, Bill?.

Shit.