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-What the hell? -Do you want some breakfast?

Previously onBruh...

I won't leave you in my house.

Ms. Alice, you know I don't steal.

No, but you a cunning bitch.

-You right about that. -Yeah, you true, that's right.

So Darla used to be Darren.

You know that you're into me

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

I don't get the whole trans thing.

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

Darla, there is one thing

that I'm absolutely not confused about

is that I do want you to be in my life.

Regina said, when she got married,

I could move in.

It's okay to use a glass.

You make women leave you by doing some foul-ass shit

rather than just telling her exactly how you feel.

Her husband is Jack McKenzie.

This guy is mobbed up. Heavy!

-Are you on heroin, Mike? -Mike, Mike!

-We have a 34 year old male here.

He's had narc and he's unconscious,

-but we have a pulse. -He's been lying to us.

He's been hiding stuff. Like, how are we missing this?

I can hold him here,

but I need his family to sign off on a form

that says that we can commit him to a rehab.

What?

I'm sorry, man, you going to rehab.

-I don't need it! -Hey, Mike! You gotta--!

Of course your family's close to you.

That's your blood.

But it ain't like you had a choice.

There are others who are, in a way, closer than family.

'Cause unlike your mama and them,

you chose these brothers to be in your life.

They're your ride-or-dies,

your ace boons, your day ones,

the brothers you know will always have your back

and always be straight up with you. Always be 10 toes down.

These are your bruhs, and if you know,

-Ow! -you know.

You taking too long in the bathroom!

-Mom! Hey! What are you doing? - I gotta use the bathroom!

I don't care, Ma. I am using it right now!

-In my bathroom. -Ma.

This is not your bathroom.

-You have to... -You don't pay no bills.

-Ma, I do pay the bills. -I can bust.

You can't just bust in people's bathroom.

-Okay, well stay in here then! -I'm not staying in here.

...come on stay in here then!

Ugh! That's so trifling.

We know.

I know too, Mike.

You don't need to give me a dissertation on friendship.

You wanna go out with your boys tonight, have fun.

"Have fun"?

Translation, you mad.

You came home on a weekend pass from rehab

and you think I'm gonna be all butthurt

because you wanna spend time with your friends?

Yeah.

Yeah, well, hate to disappoint,

but Pamela Jones is not that chick.

As long as you be careful, have fun. For real.

"Be careful" like "Don't drink

because then I'm gonna take shit to the next level

and end up in the ICU again"? That's what you saying?

Yeah. Pretty much. All of that.

Look, I like where I'm at.

I mean, nobody likes being in rehab,

but, you know, I like who I am when I'm sober.

Not gonna fuck that up tonight.

Why the lounge, though?

Lot of temptation there.

What do you want us to do, go to the trampoline park?

I know, maybe me and the fellas can get some cardboard boxes

and safety scissors, and make us some spaceships.

That's the downside to you being clean and sober.

You also got cured of your sense of humor.

Look, I live in the real world.

I need to learn to be okay in it, right?

Okay.

Hit me up when you get home.

Wait. Come.

Come with me.

On your boys' night out?

Yeah.

You like my boy.

Oh, you do this with your boys?

You know what I mean.

I don't know, Mike.

I have to get up early to meet with a client.

I--I don't think so.

These last three weeks have been torture,

not getting clean but being away from you.

Who is this man

and what did you do with Mike?

Just come.

Okay.

Yeah?

Okay.

Just be warned,

when the bruhs get together, shit can get crazy.

You ready?

-Hey! -Hey.

-Boys' night out, nigga. -Yeah, man.

Meet me in the trap, you know what I'm saying?

-It's going down. -Hey, wait.

It really is going down if you don't keep your voices down.

You forgot your little stalker is a bartender here?

First of all, ain't nobody worried about no Littia, okay?

Not at all.

He ain't worried about Littia? Stop playing, bruh.

First of all, I ain't say all that.

Saying "worry about it" 'cause tonight is her night off.

This ain't it, you know what I mean?

Yeah. Yeah, lucky you.

And lucky you too, Bill.

Every night's your night off

now that you and Regina decided to call it quits.

Bruh, I feel-it feels like a dream come true.

See all this freedom out here.

Damn, that's freedom. There's your freedom right there.

-We got some thick freedom... -Yes, sir.

I'm a free man like Morgan.

Let freedom ring!

Don't say ring, bruh.

Hey, real quick. Speaking of freedom,

where my boy Mike at?

-He on some real CP time. -Yeah.

You know Mike playin'. Probably got caught up with some chick.

Yeah, you're an expert on that, Bill, getting caught up.

Why you always got jokes, dawg?

Why you always taking shots at me?

I'm just playing, man.

Yeah, you can't-- you know what? You won't break my soul, baby.

I'm too positive right now.

And for your information, I'm through with that.

Oh, really?

Yo, we already know you and Regina separated.

We know.

I wasn't talking about Regina.

What you talking about?

Still can't believe you went there, though, Bill.

Hold on, where you go?

How was I supposed to know who her husband was then?

Husband? Wait, what, what are we talking about?

All right, look, so I had

a little situation-ship with a woman...

Woah, wait. What the hell is a situation-ship?

It's like when a man and a woman...

Am I really trying to explain this to you?

Never mind, y'all had a...

-So it's someone I call Lady C. -Okay.

We had a little situation-ship and it don't matter now

'cause it's over. It's all good, you...

Hey!

What's up, boy?

It's good to see you too.

-Very good to see you. -Good to see you.

-Good to see you, boy. -Good to see you too.

Hey. Thank you.

Bruhs is back.

-Hey. -Hi, so nice. How are you?

-It's good to see you. -Yes.

-Pam. -Bill.

Mmhm.

Hey, uh. Yo, thank you for dropping our boy off.

Greatly appreciate it.

We'll make sure he gets home safely.

No, no, no, Pam's staying. She's staying.

Yo, Mike. Michael.

This is fellas' night out. Man, guys.

Pam's staying. If my boys ain't cool with that,

then I guess it was nice seeing you.

-No, no, no. -She always can stay.

Bill was just joking. Bill, you joking, right?

Yeah, jokes.

Pam, what do you want to drink, my dear?

-Whatever you want, we got you. -We got you.

-Have a seat. -Yea, they got you.

-I'm gonna go. -No, baby...

No, I have to get up really... -You don't have to go.

-It's okay. -Baby.

I have to get up early and meet with the client.

It's okay.

-Miss you. -Miss you.

-Bye, guys. -Bye, Pam.

-Bye, Bill. -Okay, bye.

Have a great day.

Yeah, tell Regina I said hi.

-Right, okay. -Damn.

Mike, what's up, man? I got you on the drink.

Okay, what you drinking?

Yo, he ain't drinking no more. He just got out of rehab.

Hey, you right, you right. You want some coffee?

That's mood-altering.

Juicy Juice, that we got.

Can we get a Juicy Juice over here?

Um, bitch, I know you didn't get started without me.

If you were any later, I would've ordered dessert.

Right. Hey, girl.

Oh.

Oh, no, no, no. I'm good.

Those calories just jump on me.

I'm good.

Me too. One glass won't kill you.

Nah, I'm good with water.

So did you see Bill at the lounge?

Really, Regina?

What? It don't hurt to ask, right?

Oh, it does.

Because when you ask, that means you're thinking about him.

And if you're thinking about him,

that means you'll never get over him.

Trust me.

We still talking about me and Bill

or we talking about you and Mike?

Me and Mike?

Yes, you and Mike. What's going on?

I'm not sure anymore.

Why, 'cause he's in rehab? Okay.

Regina, that's not fair.

Mike put me through a lot,

the drugs, the lies.

Oh, the lies?

Aren't you the same person that just told him

that you were going home and going to sleep?

He broke my trust.

And when you do that all bets are off.

And, honestly, these last three weeks

have felt different.

Does Mike know this?

No. And please don't tell him.

He's, like, so vulnerable right now.

Okay, so then you just gonna keep

stringing him along until when?

Wait.

No, I'm not saying I don't wanna be with him anymore.

For real, I'm just saying, at one point,

I was so sure I would be Mrs. Michael Alexander.

I could imagine myself in the dress

and holding his hand and jumping the broom.

But now that picture isn't so crystal clear.

Like you can really see yourself as somebody else, really?

How about you?

How's your big picture looking?

Big picture,

well, I took some scissors to that bitch

and cut Bill's cheating ass right out of it, so...

-Cheers to that. -Cheers.

-Hey, Mike. -Yeah.

What's the law on restraining orders?

I'm just asking for the woman here at the bar

that John can't stop staring at.

Why you bothering me?

I ain't bothering none of y'all.

I'm over here, focused.

-I see that. -You are.

-I'm gonna go see that. -That's alright.

Go talk to her, dawg.

-Hey. -Come on. Hey,

Closed mouths don't get fed, boy.

Don't rush me, okay?

I'm surveying, just surveying. Chill out.

Hey, if you scared, go to church.

Shut up, man. Why you always talking shit?

See, that's why y'all two my favorites.

He always talking shit.

You should run that alley oop you played from college.

Yeah.

Yeah, when you played my assistant.

Ain't nobody gonna believe I'm your assistant.

Nigga, they gonna believe it

'cause you overdressed, you doing too much.

That's what assistants do.

They be trying to act like they the boss.

You my fucking assistant.

Listen, this is what you do.

You tell her I made a fortune in crypto, okay?

Spell crypto.

Just 'cause you went to doctor school,

don't be acting like you smart, okay?

-It's crypto. -I got you, I got you.

-Thank you. -First off, I need you

to, respectfully, take a breath mint,

and then I'ma go over there.

I'ma do what I do. I'ma wave you over.

Give you the assist. You dunk that shit.

-That's about the way. -Let's go. A'ight, boy.

-See, that's why I love Bill. -I got you.

Your bald-headed ass is good for something.

I appreciate that.

Looking out.

Excuse me, what's your name?

Tasha.

-That's what I'm saying, man. -Bill got you.

I absolutely love Bill, man.

I love him.

She's touching his arm.

I love him.

No, and now he's kinda rubbing her leg.

I hate Bill.

Girl-stealer. Excuse me.

I'll be back!

See, you gotta fire people.

Get yours.

Oh, hey, John.

That's Mr. John to you, Billy.

Oh, yeah. Okay, chill, sir, boss.

-Don't tell me to chill. -Please..!

-How are you? -Hi.

Can I introduce you to the lovely Tasha?

Sure. Yes. How are you, Tasha?

-I'm John. -I'm fine.

-It's a pleasure to meet you. -Nice to meet you.

I hope my assistant here wasn't too pestering, was he?

Your assistant is actually quite charming.

Is he charming?

He's also useful.

If you need a vanity, I can have him

turn his bald-headed-ass head around.

You can put your eyelashes, or whatever you may need to do,

I got you. You don't need to go to the bathroom.

We got a mirror right here.

So we got jokes, huh?

Jokes is you're not getting a Christmas bonus.

Your 401K is fucking cancelled.

You are too funny.

Thank you. I appreciate it.

You just gonna go in for a steal like that?

Excuse me. You ain't the only one with fucking game.

Get the fuck out of here. Bye-bye.

Take your drink. Thanks.

-Thanks, boss. -Bye-bye, Billy.

-Hi. -Hey.

You look nice. I love this dress.

Thank you. Okay. I like your pants.

-Thank you. -A little something.

I picked these up overseas, yeah, a little something.

And so what do you do again?

I'm into crypto. Are you familiar?

-No. -No,

it's things millionaires, we just...

I play with my money in that space a little bit.

Excuse me, boss.

-Excuse me, boss. -Yeah.

Oh, shit. God.

Are you all right?

Yeah, I was on my personal jet

you know, you know, a little private little situation.

Slept wrong. The little crook just came back.

-Boss, you all right? -I am okay.

Ah, Littia, you know what? It's so good to see you.

I heard you had the night off.

Yeah, I did until my coworker had some kind of emergency.

Aren't we lucky.

You know what? Your presence has been missed.

Oh, I bet.

Nigga, don't act like you don't see my ass right here.

I'm so sorry. How you doing?

Can you escort... My assistant's gonna escort you to safety.

Oh, no, bitch, you ain't going nowhere.

You about to fucking die. You don't even know it.

No, thank you. I don't wanna...Who was that?

-Huh? -Huh?

I'll tell you what.

How about you give me your number

and we can kind of get together another time.

Okay.

What are you doing talking to other women

in my place of employment, John?

Littia, please. I don't wanna go through this

with you again, okay?

All right? We done been through this.

Yeah, I know you don't because you shamed.

I'm no shamed, okay? I'm tired.

This is a million times I've been telling you

this is not-- nothing, okay?!

I'm tired of telling you that.

You know what? Damn right, you tired.

Your excuses, John, are tired.

You sneaking around with little bitches is tired.

And your shoe game is tired.

Matter of fact, that stupid-ass hoodie is tired.

and your edge-up, for damn sure, is tired.

Okay. I'm fly, okay.

You must be in your feelings.

Ain't nothing wrong with my edge-up or my shoes.

What are you talking about?

You tripping. You blind.

Well, I mean, you could come over after work.

And you can strip down out that ugly-ass hoodie.

And I could give you a line-up.

Upstairs. Downstairs too.

You know, we could play naughty barber.

Okay, what? Okay, Littia.

Hey, hey.

What, baby?

Littia, I'm not your baby, respectfully so.

I don't wanna be within three zip codes from you,

especially with nothing sharp!

Littia, I'm sorry. Please understand.

I don't understand.

I don't wanna be with you, okay?

-But I wanna give it to you. -I don't want it.

It's nice, it was amazing, but something wrong.

I don't wanna be with you, okay?

Can you get that, please?

Yeah, great. Well, have a nice life.

So that's it?

You not-you not gonna, like, try to kill me or nothing, like...

Nope.

You wanna reverse psychiatry type stuff.

I'm too smart for that, Littia. I already know what you want.

No, John. I'm not, actually.

You got a knife.

You know what? Fuck that.

Why you pointing--? Hey! Anybody see this?

This conversation reminded me of something about you

that I find very unattractive.

Okay, and what is that?

You sometime-y, wishy-washy.

You act like you want something

and then when it's time for you to put in the effort,

you don't.

And you a cool dude and all,

but that is very unattractive.

It's a fucking turn-off.

-Oh, really? -Yeah, really.

-Okay. -Okay, yeah, great.

Good-ass conversation. You need a drink or something?

Is it on the house or something?

Just asking.

No, I'm good. Appreciate it.

Are you, though?

Take care, John.

It's not funny.

Littia was about to kill this boy.

Hey. For the record, bro,

you totally started swooping in on my girl like that?

No.

And you ain't even look out.

John, you can't blame Bill 'cause you don't have any game.

First of all, shut up, Tom.

You know that was wrong, all right?

What up, Greg?

-Hey. -Yo, fellas.

-How you, man? -Good, man.

-What's up, what's up? -Sorry I'm late.

Had some patients to get to the hospital.

-You know how it is. -Sup, boy.

-Working. -Good to see you, boy.

-Nice seeing you. -All right.

Sir! Mike, looking good, man!

-Appreciate it, man, thanks. -How you feeling?

I'm good. How you doing?

How's the divorce coming?

I mean, it's divorce, so it's going.

You always sound irritated.

Oh, and what's going on with you and old girl?

What you feelin? -What're you talking about?

Yo, John, chill. Chill, man.

What you talking about?

I'm just asking what's going on with you and old girl.

What you talking about, man?

The one girl, you know what I'm talking about.

with the swoop-swappin' and sweep-swap.

Nothing going on, man, the...

She helped me move in when I first got to the apartment.

That's it, we ain't got nothing to talk about, that's all.

Bro, okay. Well, I was just asking, you know.

-Talk to me. -Let it go, man.

We trying to just... We supportive.

You know what I mean?

Even though she was a little different in high school.

Ain't nobody--you know what I mean?

Really?

Really, what? I'm just...

Aren't we just catching up?

We all were different in high school, right?

-Okay. -Yeah, but we grown now.

I mean, some of us have grown, but, listen,

I actually just came to say what's up to Mike.

Mike, what up?

So I'm gonna get up out of here.

Hey, wait, wait, wait. Greg, you good, bruh?

-Yeah. -Hey, hey.

You just got here! Chill. Kick it with the bruhs.

-Hang on. -Hey.

Bro, I did not mean anything by it.

I'm not even tripping off of that, man.

It's just, had a long day, lot of patients.

And I just wanna get back to the house, that's it.

-Give me a ride? -Yeah, come on.

Appreciate it.

Hey, thanks, fellas, for coming out.

I'm getting tired too.

Why you bullshitting?

You know you just wanna be all hugged-up with Pam.

Stop playing.

I am tired and I do wanna hug up with Pam.

If you wanna sue me, I know a good lawyer.

He handsome.

-All right, Mike, Mike. -Yo.

How much longer you got in rehab, bruh?

We'll see. Um.

But tonight was a good test to see

if I could come out with all you.

-Yo. Y'all stay up. -All right, man.

-See you. -Bill, Tom.

He didn't even say nothing to me.

What's up with the bruhs?

'Cause you always doing that shit.

He's sensitive, bruh, it's all right.

Fuck him. More women for us, you know what I'm saying?

So, listen, it's this new club downtown, man.

They got these ladies that got the tassles on they titties.

And they go like helicopters! You know what I'm talking about?

Hey! Let's go there!

Hey, Tom, you driving, all right?

I don't think so. I don't think so.

What? Bro, they got the tassles with the titties.

They go...

I got an early morning, got some patients,

-so I'm gonna call it a night. -Oh, come on.

But tell you what, you guys have fun.

It's been a great night.

Use protection.

That advise was meant for Bill, obviously.

-All right. All right. -Be out, yo.

Love you boy, see you.

Just do me like that.

Nigga

You know how it is, man.

All right, have a good day at work tomorrow, boy.

-Be safe out there. -Save lives.

All right. Well, it's just me and you, soldier.

You ready?

You know, how about this? We go to the bar

take a couple of shots,

I think I saw Littia's homicidal ass leave,

and then I'll be your wingman for sure this time?

I don't know. I'm a little--

I'm a little worried about you, man.

I got trust issues with you, Bill.

I got you. I got you.

Okay, you got me this time?

-Let's go take some shots. -All right, deal. Let's go.

Bro, you said one more round.

This is our third round, nigga.

Yo, we might as well stay here.

We got a lotta dimes up in here, boy.

Hey, I'm down as long as you take care of the tab, boy.

No doubt.

You know, Mike... Mike's crazy, you know that?

No, Bill, Mike was on drugs. That's different.

-No, I'm not... -He's on drugs.

He's not crazy. He's on drugs.

J, I'm not talking about his overdose.

I'm talking about Pam.

Pam? Pam is... Pam bad. You know what I'm saying?

I wouldn't talk about her like this around Mike,

but, Pam, listen, did you see the way she...

-Oh. I don't wanna hear that. -What?

We don't talk about the homie's girl.

You know that shit's a violation.

You brought her up, okay?

Have you seen the way Pam handles herself?

How she comes in and...

Look, all I'm saying is he must be crazy

to be all hugged up with a woman like that.

I don't give a damn who it is, trust.

Damn.

Marriage really didn't suit you well.

It got you all just bitter.

You know like the commercials

when "This is your brain on drugs"?

Nigga, this is your brain on marriage.

You know how it has a little sizzling egg?

Nigga, they just got you sitting there on the commercial.

"This is your brain on marriage."

Your little bald head just sitting there.

Yo, look, look. I tried that life.

And that shit wasn't for me.

I'm like a lion. I can't be caged.

You know, I got to roam free. Never again.

I'm feeling that. I feel that, bro.

I don't think marriage is for me either.

That's because you can't find somebody to marry your ass

who ain't some homicidal bartender chick from hell.

And maybe she don't even wanna marry you no more.

Dude, shut your bald-headed ass up.

First of all, I would've had that chick earlier

if Littia wouldn't have blew up my spot.

You tell her.

-It's the truth. -Look, real talk.

-You got potential, J. -I know. Thank you.

You just gotta clean up your credit.

-Okay. -Get out your momma's house.

Get a car, maybe grow a couple inches.

You know, just to name a few.

Dude, you know what? We can settle this like men.

Old-fashioned way, all right?

-Bet. -At the end of the night,

whoever got the most numbers is that nigga.

Yo! Your boy do not go out to get numbers.

What you go out to get?

I go out to get them drawers.

-Gotta get them drawers, though. -Drawers, though.

Speaking of which,

how about that?

You know, back in college, Coach Hebron used to tell us

we could manifest whatever we put our hearts to.

Looks like your boy Bill just spoke some pussy into existence.

-For real? Wait. -Yes, sir.

Where you going?

-Uh, manifestation. -Where you going?

Manifestation calls, my brother.

That, that's that girl Tasha from earlier?

-Sure. -Are you serious?

Bro, I hate you.

Hey, hey, you know what them old heads say.

Don't hate the player. Hate the game.

No, nigga, I hate you.

Yo, relax, you still got a chance to bust a nut.

You can log in to your Only Stans 24/7, baby.

Really funny, Bill.

My Only Stans is suspended.

Broke, lonely, and horny. Must be tough

-Oh, wow. Wow. -I'll see you, boy.

Man, ooh.

Hey, can you pour me another drink, bro?

On the house if you could if you would.

Lady C.

You always know what I need.

Okay. Rough night?

Not rough enough.

That's where you come in.

What?

Damn, Claudia.

Slow down, all right?

-You not gonna... -Come here.

-Hey, hey. -What?

Slow down.

You don't wanna talk first? "How was your day?"

Talk about what? Niggas always wanna talk.

Come on. Come, yes, let's talk.

Let's have a conversation.

You know I love our conversations.

So I don't want you to think

that sex is what all this is about.

Likewise.

But, let's be honest, it's mostly about the sex.

Yeah.

Is that why you risk it?

Just knowing that my big, bad drug lord husband

could come here at any minute?

Barge in on us.

Catch us in the act.

Does it turn you on?

It's doing something to me.

-Oh, shit! -I's him.

-What the fuck? -That's him.

You're scared like a little bitch.

That shit wasn't cool. Fuck.

No, what's not cool is you double-booking.

You see this here is my Bill time.

So you can go answer the door

and let whatever girl you met at the lounge tonight

know that she can leave.

You sure it's not your husband?

I'm way too careful for that.

Besides, he's too busy fucking half of Atlanta

to be checking up on me.

Okay.

You don't wanna, um,

I don't know, maybe hide or something?

Hide? The fuck.

I'm not hiding from nobody.

This is your house.

You handle it.

All right. Yeah.

Okay.

I'll be naked in your bed.

Don't make me start without you.

Handle it. Handle it. Okay.

Handle it. Handle it.

Regina? Fuck.

Regina, what the hell are you doing here?

-Let me in, Bill. -No.

Look, we not doing this shit right now, all right?

Oh, so, what, you got another bitch up in here?

Why you saying bitch? That ain't necessary.

Wow, same old Bill.

Same old nothing. I'm single now, all right?

We tried and we failed.

No, you failed.

Fine. I failed.

Whatever you need to tell yourself

to turn around and take your ass home.

We need to talk.

Ain't nothing left to talk about.

I tried it, the married life just wasn't for me.

It's over.

No. Bill, no, it's not over.

As a matter of fact, it's just beginning.

Man, you crazy.

Wrong again. I'm pregnant.

Fuck.