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You better hurry up.

That's a damn blinker.

Previously on..." Bruh".

I hit this chick tonight.

And the worst part about it is her husband is Jack McKenzie.

You're dead if he finds out. You know that, right?

Where were you Bill?

I wish there was, like, a door right here or something.

A door...a wall...

I mean, that sounds like a good idea to me.

- I'll make it a good idea. - Mm-hmm.

- Yeah. - Lucky me.

I'm horny. I want you both.

- Get outta here Tom. - Get off him!

Stop!

What the fuck, man.

I am-- I am so sorry.

Dude, what the fuck are you doing?

- I'm...I'm...I'm... - I'm locking your ass up.

I am putting your ass in jail. I'm calling the police.

Hey, hey, no, we don't have to do that.

- You hit me! - You hit me!

No way you are trying to justify that!

- Guys, guys, guys... - It was an accident.

- Please just relax for a second. - No, No!

You have lost your damn mind. Both of you have!

This is some--

- Oh, my god, it was an accident. - Yeah, right.

Is everything all right? I heard all the screaming.

No, no, it's not all right. He hit me.

Yeah, he hit me, and I'm calling the police.

- Uh, I... I am the police. - Oh.

Oh, okay, well then you need to arrest his ass.

Okay, well, can you tell me what happened first?

All you need to know is that he hit me.

What the-- is that true?

- Yeah. - What the fuck?

Look, she hit me, okay?

- Oh, did she hit you first? - Yes.

- Oh, is that true? - Yes.

Okay, well, uhm...

do you want to press charges?

What the hell are you asking him that for?

Because you started the assault, ma'am.

Okay, okay, you know what? Fuck you and fuck all y'all.

Ma'am, are you drunk?

Go to hell.

I can have you arrested for public intoxication.

I am in his house.

Oh, well, it looks like you're leaving to me.

Okay...

I see...

You know what?

All of y'all...

are some damn freaks.

Excuse me?

Okay. Fuck y'all.

Uhm... I'm so sorry all this is happening.

You know that she's going to be a problem, right?

Yeah, I know that.

Okay, well can you make sure that she gets home...safely.

I got her a ride, all right?

Yeah, okay, well, y'all really need to do better.

Thank you, Darla. I appreciate it.

- Yeah, sure, no worries. - Yeah, goodnight.

And you...

What, what, what are you doing?

I am so disappointed in you.

You can't feel as bad as I do.

Yeah, okay, you fucking clown.

♪ Navigating through this dating life♪

♪ Trying to find me a shawty and make her mine♪

♪ Now, I'll find one in no time...♪

♪ with the help of my homies.♪

♪ I'm going up with my bruhs.♪

- ♪ -Going up... going up... - with my bruhs.♪

- ♪ -Going up... - Going up...♪

- ♪ -with my bruhs. - Going up... ♪

♪ Going up. I'm going up. ♪

♪ With bruhs.

- ♪ -With bruhs. - Going up with the bruhs. ♪

Why would you do that?

You saw how she was coming at me.

Yeah, yeah, I saw how she was coming at you.

That's when you walk away, man.

What, because she's a woman, I'm supposed to--

- Yes, because she's a woman! - I'm just going to let her

- beat me like that? - What do you want me to do?

What is wrong with you, man?

They want to be treated equally, man.

So I treated her like I would've if a man's trying to fight me.

Like I was defending myself. She was coming at me,

where were you?

Do you hear yourself talking right now?

- What?! - Bro, that is so fucked.

What, man, whatever, like she's lucky I didn't put my

weight into it. I was just trying to get her--

No, bro, you're lucky.

You're lucky you're not in jail right now.

Whatever, man, fuck...fuck her. Okay?

Why would you even bring her in that kind of state, man?

She was trippin'. That wasn't on me.

It was an accident, okay?

You gotta relax, man.

I, I, I was relaxing before that shit happened.

I didn't know. I'm not even uptight about it.

Bro, you don't call that shit uptight?!

What the fuck is going on with you, bro?!

God doggit!

You, you, you're right, man. You, you, you're right.

What do you want me to say?

I know it was wrong. You're right.

Hey, you're a doctor, dude.

Look at me. This is serious, bro.

You gotta hold your shit together.

I know, okay? I know.

And I'm sorry. I don't know what else to say.

Bro, save all that sorry for Gina tomorrow.

Fuck, that's going to be a long day.

Yeah, yeah, it's going to be a long day.

And all I hope is that she realizes that she was drunk

and somewhat out of line because

other than that, I don't know what to tell you.

I'm just gonna--

I'm gonna go to the hospital tomorrow, I'm gonna see her,

I'm gonna apologize,

and hopefully we can just squash it, okay?

Good luck with that. I'm going to bed.

Tom-- Tom, I'm sorry, man.

Goodnight, Greg.

Goodnight, man.

What the hell's going on with me, man?

Fuck.

♪ Every day of the week, I'm finna dive in it.♪

♪ Hit you late night, I'm finna slide in it.♪

♪ Wait 'til you see how I vibe in it.♪

♪ Girl, you know I make you feel alive♪

♪ when we hit it on a Monday...♪

Good morning.

Hi.

Why you gotta be so dry with me?

Good morning.

I mean, I guess that's a little better.

No kiss?

- Okay, I gotta head out. - Where are you going?

I'm going to Tom's house to get some work done.

Oh, really?

Yeah, I mean, I can't work here-- not with you mama here.

So, no breakfast--

I'll pick some up on the way. I've got a deadline, so...

Have a seat, Bill.

Look, I really gotta go. I ain't got time for that.

It's only going to take a second, have a seat.

So...is my mother being here

really that big of a problem for you?

Yeah.

And you're not willing to try to make it work with her at all?

She's in everything.

But...

It's a small place, yeah, okay, but I think that you'll love--

you'll learn to love her.

Uh, no I won't.

Stop playing, Bill. You're being silly now.

I'm serious. I don't want your mom here.

And I definitely don't want four dogs here.

- You're being serious. - Yeah, I am.

So...you really want her to leave?

Yes, Regina, I want your mom to leave as soon as possible.

Okay.

That's cool? That's it?

Yeah.

Okay, cool, when is she leaving? A couple days...what?

As soon as you tell her.

- Wait, what? - Mm-hmm.

N-- no, I wasn't the one who invited her here.

You want her to leave then you tell her.

Nah, nah, see... no you need to.

I'm not about to tell my mama she has to leave.

- Well, that's your mama. - And it's your mother-in-law.

Okay, cool. Yep, I'll tell her.

Okay. She's right in there.

There she goes right there.

Hey, good morning. Hey, Bill.

Hey, good morning.

You look especially handsome today.

Thank you.

I made this for you to take with you to work.

- Thank you. - Gina told me--

I need to talk to you about something.

Okay, but Gina told me how much you love poundcake.

- Thank you. - And when you look in there

you'll see I put in a couple of pieces for you.

- Thank you. - Wow, my daughter is so lucky.

You are so fine.

Thank you.

So, what did you want to talk to me about?

Nothing. I just...

I just want to say thank you.

Thank you for taking in an old woman.

Sure.

If you don't mind, I've got to go to work.

You got time for breakfast?

- No, no, I've got a deadline. - Okay, talk to you later then.

- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

Have an amazing day. I will do my best.

Mama...

- You heard him? - Yeah.

That nigga ain't putting me out.

- You ain't going no where. - I know.

I love you.

I love you too.

When you make all that poundcake?

Girl, shit, that came from the market this morning.

Wait...wait, so you knew this was coming.

Girl, I've been watching him. I knew he was up to something.

See...see... that's why you're my mama.

And that's why you're my daughter.

- Where my poundcake at? - You ain't getting no poundcake.

I didn't buy enough for you too.

I know you ain't gonna put me out.

♪ 'Bout to run the game like a marathon.♪

♪ Yeah, you ain't talkin' money, we can't get along.♪

♪ Ain't no pressure, ain't no beef, ♪

♪ got these Timbs on my feet.♪

♪ I'm from the projects, baby

- Wow. - I just want to talk to you.

The police on they way.

Boy, I said I just want to talk.

- And my mama here too. - No, she not.

- Yes, she is. - No, she not.

- How you know? - Cause I was outside watching.

What you doin' outside-- were you--

- Well, she on her way. - Okay.

- And she going' to get you too. - Oh, okay.

Well, look, let me just say this--

I don't want you to say nothin' except, "bye," Okay?

This is my place of business, please.

- John... - What?

I did not break into your house.

- Okay. - You gotta believe me.

I would never do that.

I'm sorry, you said what?

You have to believe me. I would never do that.

Okay, fine.

Why did you just keep saying okay?

I didn't do it.

I know you didn't do it, okay.

You know?

Yes, it was one of my mother's men, so...

Oh, so you owe me an apology.

I don't owe you no damn apology. You hit my mama.

Y'all came to my job with all that shit.

Yeah, okay.

So, you were blaming me for something that I did not do.

Okay, Littia, I'm sorry.

That's better.

Thank you.

But you can leave now, thank you.

No...because...

I need to apologize to your mama.

Nah, you...

I don't think you want to do that, so...nah.

Yeah...I do...so...

My mom's mad and she will go off, so that's a no for me.

Yeah, I deserve that. I should've never

hit that old woman.

You shouldn't've. I should kick your ass

for hitting my mama, for real.

- Oh, okay. - I should.

I should've...I should've slapped the shit--

I wish you would.

You need to remember, I was the boxer in prison, not you.

- Touche'. - Mm-hmm.

- You won that. - Yeah.

- Ain't no winnin' with you. - Not when it comes to a fight.

- Okay, cool. - Yeah.

Cool, you can fight.

Are you related to Evander Holyfield or something?

Anyway, my mom's not here so you should leave, Littia.

- No, I'm gonna wait. - Littia, I don't know when

she's coming back so there's no reason for you to stay.

Well, I'm not gonna do anything.

Littia, can you not take no for an answer?

I said, "no, she's not here, it's okay."

Okay, and I said, "no, I'm not leaving, I'm staying."

So, no, I'm gonna go sit over there.

And I'm going to enjoy your apology, and your mama's.

Well, if you're thinking you're going to get an apology from her

you done lost your damn mind, okay?

But go ahead over there, Miss Big Bad Ass

and wait for her. I done warned you,

but I'll see you at your funeral...go ahead.

- Oh, okay. - Yep.

You know what, actually... let me get a sandwich...

extra pickles, hold the mayo.

You got some money?

Yeah.

Okay, you gotta--

I'm not paying you. Make that sandwich.

Make it with love, baby.

You know what? All right...

I got no damn pickles, though. Here you go...go ahead.

Pre-made shit. Thank you.

Don't be slammin' the register like you mad and shit.

Who is it?

- It's your boy, Billy. - Come in, man.

Hey, I didn't know you were coming back today.

Yeah.

Aw, man.

Well, hey, hey... Regina's mom is still there so I need it.

Yeah, well...

Hey, hey...don't, "well, damn" me, okay?

Nah, it's just, you know, did you know my house keeper

was coming back today?

Well, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, is that why you're here by any chance?

Hey, don't start.

I'm just asking you.

I mean, well, look at your damn place, boy.

She should be here. It's a hot mess.

Okay, yeah, and what do you need?

Look, I'm not messing with her, all right?

And what changed your mind about that?

We, uh... fucked last night.

Wait...you said you what?!

Yeah, man.

Bruh, I talked to you. You said you didn't do it.

I said I was proud of you and everything.

Look, it happened after I got off the phone with you.

I went home, Regina and her mom was there, they were annoying

the hell out of me, I went for a drive,

and I ended up at her place.

That's your excuse.

- It's not an excuse. - Yeah, that's a damn excuse.

Okay, it's an excuse, but it ain't gonna happen again.

Oh, it's not going to happen again.

Why? What's stopping you now, Bill?

Do you know who her husband is?

No, I don't even know her. Dude, I know the regular lady.

She's the owner or something.

Her husband is Jack McKenzie.

You're gonna die.

Yeah, I know. I know, man.

Bro, this guy's mobbed up, like, heavy.

Okay, yeah, I know. You're freaking me out.

I don't mean like this Atlanta shit.

I mean, like the real thing, like Mafioso.

I know, I get it, I don't want to be in some documentary with

my body parts in different trash cans, I get it, all right?

That's why I'm done, all right? Finito, no mas.

Okay, okay, you better be,

especially if you care about living.

Oh, I like my life. I like living, okay?

Okay, good.

Well, here's the only problem...

You're going to be here alone with her today

that's going to lead you into temptation.

No, it won't. I'm good.

Ah, yeah, especially if she is as hot as you said she is.

That sounds like a lot of temptation to me.

She is hot, but the only thing hotter is a hot piece of lead

in chest, okay?

- You don't want that. - No, no, I don't.

- Smart man. - Yeah.

- Is, uh, Greg here? - No, he already went to work.

Okay, so we good?

I mean, you'll, you'll...

be here by yourself, yeah.

Okay, good.

Just...

don't do it.

Oh, ye of little faith. I got this.

It's me.

Bro...okay.

Consider that your warning.

Would you just go to work, man.

Don't worry about my life. Go save some lives.

Yeah, I'm going. Okay.

But...I don't want to be around when you get taken out, okay?

That shit ain't funny, man.

Well, just stay away from the windows.

Don't make yourself an easy target.

Now your making me paranoid. Go.

Hey, hey, hey...

I got a gun in my sock drawer if you need it.

- What? - Take care of yourself.

Why your windows so big?!

Damn.

Ah, that was just a bird.

- Hey. - You...I should kick your ass.

- I am really sorry. - Yeah, and my face is bruised.

I'm, I'm so...I'm so, so, sorry.

You better be glad I know how to put on make-up.

Is there anything I can do to fix it?

No, nothing.

- Okay, uh-- - I shouldn't have hit you.

Still there's, that's, there's no excuse, okay?

I know.

I shouldn't have put my hands on you, that was--

You know what, you're damn right.

I could ruin your life.

I know you can.

But I won't.

Thank god.

Look, I was out of line.

I was drunk as shit, and I'm a messy-ass drunk.

- I, I get it. - Look, you saw it for yourself.

Look, I'm really embarrassed.

Look...look...

If it's okay with you, I am perfectly fine with us just

moving past last night

and completely forgetting about that.

Yes...please.

Thank god.

- So, this is in the past? - Yes, in the past.

And everything I said about you and Tom?

In the past.

And your girl?

Forget about it.

Okay.

I really am sorry.

No, don't worry about it, I understand.

Now if you'll excuse me

I'm going to go join a support group.

Hey, that might not be a bad idea.

I'm kidding.

I'm just gonna stop drinking.

I mean, just outta curiosity, why do you drink so much?

Oh, no...you are not talking to me about that.

I was just curious, I was just wondering, like--

No--

If you drinking, if it's a problem like--

Not happening.

Wait, what's not happening?

- Hi. - Hey.

Uh, I was just talking to Greg about last night.

Oh.

Look, I, I drank way too much and I'm really embarrassed.

I ruined such a good evening...

for everyone.

Yeah.

Yeah, I mean, I didn't think you were all that drunk.

Yeah, I mean, it all hit me at once.

I mean, well, I guess, I'm sorry.

Because if I had known you were that drunk, I would've tried to

intervene or some sort.

I can't blame you. It's my fault.

I got some stuff to do. I'll let y'all...

handle that.

Yeah,, okay.

You have to let me make this up to you.

Ah...

I know you don't trust me,

but last night was a really bad night.

Yeah, you think?

Do you...have you had a bad night before?

Yeah, in college.

Well, tell you what, let's not do that again, okay?

Yeah...you're so right.

- Yeah. - So...

does that mean I get a second chance?

Yes. Yes, you do.

Thank you.

Thank you for actually...

you know, being understanding about everything that happened.

The end of the night went... a little crazy.

I mean, you know, I'm a cool chick or whatever.

Yeah, well, when you're sober you are.

Yes, yes. And I will stay that way now.

Yes, yes, please do.

Okay, well, talk later?

Uh, yeah, let's talk later.

- Yeah. - Okay.

Dodged a... dodged a bullet on that one, huh?

Oh, yeah...big time, bro, straight up.

So you thinking about following up with that,

or what you gonna do?

Well, I mean, I'll probably follow up

just the weekend, make sure that everything's cool.

Right, right.

You sure, because I would be completely careful

because that was... that's a wild one, right?

Bro, you ain't gotta tell me, okay, I've dealt with crazy.

I'm...I'm good.

- Okay. - Yeah, I know better.

All right, I'm just watching out for you, all right?

I know. I gotcha.

- Okay. - I gotcha, we're good.

- Littia. - Yes?

- You need to go home. - No.

Okay, Littia, if you want to be hard headed,

know that I warned you.

- It's okay, baby. - It's not okay.

Yeah, it's fine.

Know that I warned you.

Ah, shit, there she go.

Which one of y'all motherfuckers in

my damn parking spot?

Ma, this is a place of business.

You don't want... you'll run the customers outta here.

Niggas need to park on the street.

Ma, come here, come here.

That building gave us one parking spot.

Ma...okay.

And the next one of you motherfuckers--

Sorry. We sorry.

Ma, okay, I need you to listen. Okay, focus, focus.

I ain't listenin' 'til they move their damn car.

Call it a damn tow truck.

So you're not going to listen to me?

Do I ever?

Look over here, mom.

Okay, is, is he fine?

- Ma, just look, please. - Oh shit.

Hi.

Hi. How are you?

I'm good.

Mm-hmm. What you doin' here?

Well, John told me that

you found out who broke into your place.

Yeah, yeah, we did, mm-hmm.

So, I know you want to apologize.

Yes, I do.

You gonna apologize?

- Shut the fuck up. - Okay, go ahead.

Well, uh, I'm sorry that we blamed you.

You're sorry?

Thank you, Ms. Alice.

Yes, am I forgiven?

Yes, you are.

Oh, okay.

Well, is there something that you want to say to me?

- Yes, I do. - Go ahead.

Ms. Alice, I am so sorry for knocking you the hell out.

Oh, no, you sucker punched me, bitch.

- No, no I hit you. - That's not what you did.

You were looking right at me.

Oh, you're gonna keep this shit up?

Ms. Alice, I am sorry.

Okay, that's good.

- Am I forgiven? - Yes.

- Wow, John, your mom is so cool. - Yes, I am.

- Thank you, Ms. Alice. - Well, now, are you hungry?

Oh, my god, no, he just made me a sandwich.

Well, go on and sit down. I'll be right back.

Whoa, whoa, wait... where you going?

Where you going?

- I'm gonna go put my bag down. - What?

- Mm-hmm. - Uh-uh, uh-uh, you better

get your ass outta here.

- What?! - You better run.

- No, oh, my god. - Littia, run!

Girl, you better to go. Littia...Littia...forget the--

- Littia! - Oh, my god!