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I can't go back to jail.

Stop. Please. Hang up.

You shoulda thought about that before you hit my mama.

- Why didn't you tell me? - Tell you what?

Greg is into trans women.

What?

I actually have a date.

You're lyin'.

You don't think that I can get a guy.

And you're into trans women?

That's pretty much all I date.

I cooked and I'm ready.

There's his car.

But where is he?

I don't know.

And I wanna leave my husband. He's Jack McKinsey.

- What the fuck? - Yeah.

She's married to a motherfuckin' killer.

: Damn.

You heavy as hell, Ma.

No. Damn, boy, I'm light as a feather.

Yeah, you are a featherweight.

That's why you got knocked out the way you did. Come on.

Say that shit again.

Ma, I'm just telling you the truth.

- You got knocked out. - Keep it up.

Ma, I'm telling you the truth. Sit down.

Help me to the couch. Thank you.

You're welcome.

Why are you lookin' ugly at me 'cause you got knocked out?

You keep it up.

Ma, you shoulda went to the hospital.

- That's what you shoulda did. -Why?

'Cause the way she hit you. She hit you in your jaw.

I thought you could have a concussion.

Oh, boy, that ain't shit. I can unlock my jaw bone.

You're like a damn snake.

Mm-hmm. I get the job done.

As hard as she hit you,

I'm surprised you can even talk.

Bitch, ain't nothin' happenin' to this throat.

Okay. What?

Why you gotta go there? What is wrong with your mind?

Okay? Nobody's talkin' about that. Nobody needs to know that.

That's not information I care at all about. Okay?

Let's be clear.

I don't give a shit.

Well, you need to 'cause you just be going there.

Okay? I'm your son. You need to be reminded of that.

You know what? I'm just gonna clean up.

Well, you do that 'cause all that damn talkin' you doing

ain't gonna do shit.

Okay, I'm just gonna clean up and wait for the police.

I told you I wasn't talkin' to no damn police.

There's a man comin' over.

Well, go and get me some ice for my jaw.

Oh yeah, now get some ice on your jaw.

I love a man in uniform.

Yeah, okay.

Yeah. Damn I do. That's why I keep gettin' in trouble.

Military man, fireman.

I'm not about to sit here and listen to this.

Police officer.

Ma, okay. Okay, we get it. You like everybody. We get it.

Hey, and don't let me see a damn garbage man.

Ma, garbage men don't even have uniforms.

Yeah, I know, but they like to get their hands dirty.

You sure you don't wanna do lay down?

I'm good, okay? I'm good.

Well, you right 'cause you done had enough sleep the way she put

you to sleep.

Don't get funny.

I'm just, I'm just sayin', you done rested.

You should feel very rested. You're right.

Get your black ass out of my face.

You black too. You happy.

Hell, you know I'll cut your ass, right?

Yeah, Ma, whatever.

You should go lay down. For real. You should.

I don't want to.

How many damn times I gotta tell your ass?

What's that?

What..the fuck? Shit.

Ma, what's that? What the hell is that?

Shit comin' out of my bedroom.

That's her. Ma, that's her.

Stand up. That's her.

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Stand up. It's her. Back up.

Nigga.

That's her.

Why you gettin' behind me?

'Cause, you know, like, she already knocked you out,

so I figured, you know, you'd be ready for it.

You know, you really are a bitch. You know that?

- Okay. - She snuck me.

Ma, she did not sneak you.

You was looking dead at her. I saw it.

She snuck me. I got it this time.

Ma, you got it this time?

- Hell, yeah. - Okay, go ahead and get it.

Move your bitch ass out of the way.

You know what? I got it. I got it. Don't worry about it.

I got it. Hey, come out! I got it.

Yeah, go man up.

I got it. Ma, don't push me.

Yeah, go on. Man up.

Okay, you know, I got it. Hey! Who in there? Come out!

You ain't got it.

I don't got it. You got it?

Move out of the damn way. You in the way.

I got a shotgun turned to this wall.

If you don't bring your ass out right damn now,

you better hurry up.

It's that dude?

That's the damn blinker.

Dude, stop blinking and talk.

That's the way he communicate.

What the hell, man? Did you do this?

That means yes, he did.

How you know?

I speak blink.

This nigga can't talk, Ma?

No, he took a vow of silence while in the holy land.

He went to the holy land, but he can write bitch on the wall?

Did you write this?

He said, yes, he wrote it because you're a bitch ass.

Ma, you think that's okay?

Well, your blinkin' ass goin' to jail.

That's right. Where's my damn phone?

Oh, he just made a mistake.

Oh, what you mean, he just made a mistake?

His blinkin' ass done tore up our house

and you talking about he made a mistake.

You was ready to kill Littia, but you gonna give him a break?

Littia can't fuck like he can.

Okay, I'm not about to do this. Are you serious right now, Ma?

I'm about to get out of this stress, man. This is crazy.

Yeah, you do that, 'cause it's about to get loud in here.

It ain't gonna get loud with his blinkin' ass.

He don't even talk.

Oh, 'cause it gonna be me doin' all the screaming.

Okay.

It's a damn shame, Ma.

Like, you messin' with these awful people.

Look at him.

- Come on. - Bro.

- Let's go in the room. - Bro.

So you can apologize.

Oh, shit. He say he gonna make it up to me.

Ma, you datin' crazy people like this?

This is what you want?

You don't care that this nigga gone?

Hey, some of the best dick be crazy.

And that's what you want?

I gotta move.

I gotta get out of here. Lord, you gotta help me.

She's datin' a blinkin' nigga. This nigga blinks. What?

Your ass need to go and apologize to Littia.

For what? I'm not apologizing to her.

You're the one who started this shit.

Started? Ma, I'm not apologizin' to her.

I'm not talking to her.

Yeah, and you tell that bitch I'm gonna shoot her

when I see her.

Ma, I'm not tellin' her nothin'.

Yeah, you know what else you need to tell her?

What, Ma?

What the hell does that mean?

You slow. Something's wrong with you. You datin' slow people.

Boy, you got issues.

What the-- I don't know what that means, bro.

What? Listen, nigga. Something's wrong. You get--

Don't be blinkin' at me.

I don't even know what that means.

Crazy people. Y'all datin'-- Oh, my God.

Ma, you gonna go to jail datin' people that's--

He's on the slow bus!

-: - Oh!

What's up?

Yo, you're not gonna believe this.

: Where you at?

At my apartment.

Hey, wait, what's that noise?

My mama.

: Ah, she got somebody over again?

: Yeah, what is it?

Yo, I just had-

Yeah, but I gotta tell you how fucked up my night was.

No, I need to tell you something, bruh.

Well, I'ma come over there.

No, no. Hey, don't.

: Why not?

Man, 'cause Regina's there with her mama.

: Her mama?

Yeah, she moved in.

Damn, man. They everywhere.

: Who?

Mamas.

Nigga, you make them sound like Jason.

That's what mine for sure is.

You better be careful before she hears you.

Do you know she in there fuckin' a dude named Blink?

: Blink?

Yeah, 'cause the nigga blink all the damn time.

And the nigga just be in there blinkin'.

I know you can't see me, but yeah, the nigga blink.

: John.

No, his ass don't talk or nothing.

Okay, okay. Look, look. I need to tell you something, bruh.

All right, man. I'm comin' over.

No, man. Shit. Listen.

: What is it?

Look, I tried to call Tom and Mike, but...

What is it?

Yo, I hit this chick tonight, man.

What?

Yeah.

: Regina?

No, man.

Well, that's your wife. Don't say no.

I'm on my way over there.

Look, she's Tom's housekeeper.

What the hell?

Look, she told me she be married and it be cool, you know,

she said we can keep it a secret.

Bill.

: Nigga, I got home. Regina and her mama was there.

And you went and met up with her?

: Yes.

How was it?

I mean, you know, it was okay.

Better than Regina?

: No.

So why did you do it then?

Yeah, I don't know, man, but the worst part about it

is her husband's Jack McKinsey.

Dude. That nigga's deadly, man.

: I know.

Bill, you're dead if he finds out.

You know that, right?

You know what? I can't talk to you.

I'ma wait to talk to Tom.

Nigga, if you live.

Yeah, enjoy the sound of your mama fuckin' over there.

Well, you go ahead and enjoy dying, nigga.

Bye.

Bye.

Your mama's been in there for a long time.

She's fine.

You want to check on her?

She's good.

Damn, Regina.

She likes the jets, you know, when--

Oh, she's in there doin' that?

I hope that's not what she's doing.

It-- You never know.

Stop.

No. I mean, but she's been in there for a while.

I don't wanna think about that. Stop.

She didn't have a nice bathroom from where we were from,

so she's just enjoying it. She's fine.

Okay. So, um, can I say something?

Yeah, what's up?

I'm-I'm with Bill a little bit on this.

What are you talking about?

I mean, I hate to say it, but this place is small.

Cozy. It's cozy.

No, honey. This is a lot for three adults,

and now you're talking about dogs.

Look, he married me, so he gonna have to get used to it.

But forcing a man--

He'll get used to it.

Just like all my other boyfriends did

and they was talking the same stuff Bill was talking, so...

They had bigger places.

Well, look, you can't always get what you want, can you?

I know.

But you...

He'll be all right. Okay? It's fine.

It's fine. He'll be fine because he doesn't have a choice.

Does he think...

I don't know what you're trying to say.

He can get it annulled.

And I can get in his ass.

Regina.

What?

I mean...

Look, he ruined my damn wedding, okay?

He's the one that stopped Peter from ever talking to me again.

And he makes the six figures, so he owes me.

Oh.

Yeah.

So that's what this is about.

What?

You're holding him to the fire because of Peter.

No. No, I'm not.

You were in love with that man.

Okay.

This is about him messing up, okay?

Right? So he's not about to get away with doing all of

these things to me, all right?

He's not getting away with it that easy.

Oh, yeah. This is about Peter.

Look, Pamela, you can say it's about whoever you want

to say it's about, all right?

He owes me. He's not getting away with it.

He needs to grow up already.

Well, sometimes they don't wanna grow up.

Again, Pamela, he doesn't have a choice.

Don't be so sure.

Yeah, right. Shh. Shh.

You got one more time to tell me to shh.

Oh, hi.

You still here?

Yeah, you know what? I was actually just leaving.

That's good.

Damn.

All right.

One down, one to go.

What does that even mean?

Nothin'. Nothin'.

You know what? I'ma go take a shower.

Uh, my mama's in there.

Fuck!

Wait a minute. Watch your mouth.

There's no way I can get away to just--

There's nowhere I can go to just get away from all of...

From all of...what?

Nothin'.

You talkin' about me?

No, I'm talkin' about just gettin' away in general.

Well, you just went for a run in that strange park.

Isn't, isn't... What?

Wasn't that getting away?

What is she talking about?

I'm gonna go.

Yeah, yeah. Why don't you do that?

Good night.

I will see you later.

I'll see you later. Excuse me, Bill.

Good night.

Oh, wait. Actually, I forgot my purse is...

You left it in the car.

Your car?

No, your car before. Yours.

Oh, before we left?

Right.

Okay. It's in there. Bye, Bill.

Bye.

He looks like he's gonna cry. He really does.

Bye, Pamela.

Okay, bye. Sorry. Okay, good night.

What is she talking about?

You know Pamela. She's so silly.

Look, I wasn't in some strange park.

She wouldn't know.

Shit!

Okay, lower your voice.

Shit!

Okay. Okay. You know what?

I think maybe you need to unwind and relax, okay?

Okay, how the hell can I do that with your mama in the bathroom?

She gonna be out in a minute. Okay?

All right. What the hell is she doing in there?

Bill, she's taking a shower.

She's gonna be in there for a while.

I don't think she will.

No, no. Yeah, she will. She told me she liked the jets,

so she's gonna be in there for--

She's gonna be in there for a while.

I think you need some wine. You want some wine?

No, I'm good.

Is this really making you that crazy?

Yeah.

So my mother being here is making you like this.

Yes!

Okay. Keep your voice down.

Shit, she can't hear me.

She can though, remember?

No. No. No. You know what?

I just wanna come home and take a shower and lay in my damn bed.

And? Have sex with me?

I'm good on that tonight.

- Excuse me? - Yeah.

You don't wanna have sex?

I mean, it's not like we have an option with your mama here.

But you always want to have sex, Bill.

Well, not tonight.

Mm-hmm.

Where were you, Bill?

- What are you talking about? - Who were you with?

I wasn't with anyone. I went for a run like I said.

Mm-hmm. Yeah, okay.

Yo, what the hell is with you asking me all

these damn questions?

I asked one question.

No, you asked two, and that was too many.

You know what?

You better be glad my mother is here.

I don't know why the hell I'd ever be glad about that.

All right, Bill. Enough.

You know what? I swear, I wish there was

a door right here or something.

A door? Really? I wish it was a door too.

A door, a wall, I don't know, a city, 1,000 miles between us.

Now what?

That sounds like a good idea to me.

Keep it up and it will be a good idea. I'll make it a good idea.

Mm-hmm. Lucky me.

Yeah. All right, motherfucker. All right.

You know what?

Let me know when your mama gets out, okay?

She gonna be in there all day, so it could be tomorrow.

Asshole.

You gotta stop. You gotta stop.

No, I'll telling you.

There's no way. Absolutely no way.

Yes. Yes.

Hey.

What's up?

Yeah, I'm gonna go sleep and get out of y'all's way.

Good night. Wait. Actually.

Let him sleep. It's all right.

What? What?

But I'm horny.

Shh, shh.

What does that have to do with me?

Well, I want you both.

No, you don't. You're drunk right now.

I know, but I also know exactly what I'm saying.

Just stop, okay?

You're not into it?

No. Absolutely not, all right? Not at all.

I think he's into it.

No, that's not happening.

I think he would love for you to fuck him.

Whoa. You lost me. I'm going to sleep.

What did I say?

Hell no. Good night.

Did I say something wrong? I think I pissed him off.

Yeah. Yeah, that woulda pissed me off too.

But why are you so uptight?

Because it did piss me off.

But why?

Stop.

Live a little, Tommy. You said you wanted to have fun.

And this is fun.

Okay. I'm getting you a rideshare.

What? Okay, no. I'm sorry.

What? Can you at least just let me stay the night?

No. No. Okay? We both drank too much tonight.

Are you serious?

Yes. I'll see you tomorrow. Okay?

- It was a bad idea. - Okay, so you don't want this?

Not tonight.

But I'm sorry I said the wrong thing, okay?

Just put your phone down and we can--

Look, listen to me, Dina, I don't want it like this.

What are you saying?

I'm saying that you're drunk, all right?

And I'm not into some sloppy, drunk sex.

Sloppy, drunk sex?

Sorry.

No. No, I see.

The car's close.

You're really putting me out?

Yeah.

Okay.

Come on.

You two are fuckin' aren't you?

What the-- What are you doing right now?

No, that's what it is. I saw the look in his eyes.

You two just want to just be alone.

What? Girls aren't enough for you two?

- Time for you to go. - He likes trans.

- Dina, just stop. - What?

What did she say?

Nothing.

-No, what did she say? - Go back to your room.

- He likes trans. - Stop it.

You don't want me. You never wanted me.

- Dina. - Get her out of here, Tom.

I got it.

And what are you gonna do, little bitch?

Bye.

You know what? Fuck you. And fuck you.

You won't be doing none of that tonight.

Oh, that's not what you said two minutes ago. Fuck you.

Good-bye, Dina. Have a nice night.

You don't tell me what to do, okay? You don't.

It's time to go.

Bye.

Bye! Why are you still here? What? Like, he doesn't want you.

Nobody wants you. You can leave, you crazy ass.

What?

Whoa, relax. Get off me.

- Dina, get off him. - What's your problem?

No, you're trying to protect-

- Whoa, whoa. - Get off him!

- Get off! - Stop!

What the fuck?

Fuck...