One Bad Habit (2022) - full transcript
Three close friends find themselves in dangerous situations when each of them try to end the toxic relationships they're in.
(alarm ringing)
(upbeat music)
(water splashing)
(upbeat music)
(water running)
(gentle music)
(vehicle beeping)
♪ Yeah, check it yo ♪
♪ It's my affair, bitches
get with the program ♪
♪ From the drools to the
tools you know I'm hold it ♪
♪ Money power, respect,
that's how I'm rolling ♪
♪ Cats wanna act a fool
you want a showdown ♪
(car horn beeping)
(upbeat music)
(phone dials beeping)
- Shit, I forgot they turned off my phone.
(drink pouring)
(phone ringing)
(upbeat music)
(phone ringing)
(both moaning)
- Who's your mama?
- You are, mami. You.
(Maurice moaning)
(phone ringing)
(Maurice moaning)
(phone ringing)
- Hello?
- Tasha?
- Uh-huh.
- You busy?
- Uh-huh.
(Tasha moaning)
- I'll call you back later.
- Shit.
(Tasha moaning)
Who's dick is this?
- It's yours, baby.
- Who's dick is this?
- It's yours, Tasha.
(both moaning)
- Damn right. Damn right, it's mine.
(upbeat music)
♪ Somethin' in the way I stroll ♪
♪ Never gotta tell me I got the glow ♪
♪ Somethin' in the way I flow ♪
♪ Somethin' in the way I roll ♪
♪ Somethin' in the way I stroll ♪
(door banging)
(soft music)
(door slamming)
- Honey, I'm back.
- Baby.
- Hey, you still in the bed?
- Yeah.
This cold is kicking my ass.
- You were coughing very bad last night.
I went to the deli, got you some soup.
- You're too good for me.
- Is that why you been
playing so hard to get?
- I wasn't playing hard
to get. You kidding me?
I'll knock out J-Lo and
Beyonce to be with you.
- Now I know you're lying,
but I like the way you
thinkin' (chuckles).
(phone beeping)
(phone ringing)
- You gon' get that?
- No.
- [Voicemail] Please leave
your message after the tone.
(phone beeping)
- It's my sister, Frances,
probably just calling to
see if I paid her rent.
- You pay her rent?
- Yeah.
She's kinda like the
black sheep of the family.
Didn't go to college, can't
keep a job, you know the story.
- Every family has one.
(Sydney chuckling)
Well, I don't think you helpin' her.
- What are you saying, I
shouldn't help my sister?
- Nah, I'm saying, how's
she ever gonna learn
to stand her own two when
she got you as a crutch?
- That's a good point.
I'll think about that
while I'm in the shower.
(soft music)
- I think I'll take me a shower too.
(Sydney chuckling)
(phone beeping)
(phone ringing)
(slow music)
(phone ringing)
(slow music)
- Looks Of Love.
- Hey, Lovely, what's up?
- Frankie?
What a ting say?
Somebody call with some money,
but they are broke, you know?
- I heard that, girl.
- I thought you say
your phone get cut off.
Where ya call from?
- Home, I'm on my cell phone.
I ain't got that many minutes left
so I have to make this quick.
- So what's up, baby girl?
- I need to borrow $300.
- And if it was $300,
me would have spin you.
What ya need it for?
- You know that contest they had
to win a jam in Jamaican summer weekend?
- Yeah. Yeah.
Me did call them ras
people out there, trying.
- I won.
- Three days, two nights
in a four-star hotel
plus free brunch, lunch, and dinner.
You're lucky.
- Hot fun in the summertime, girl.
- And a mandem?
- Hold that thought. I got
a call on the other line.
What it do?
- Is that any way to answer a phone?
- [Frances] Sydney.
- I just got out of the shower.
I saw I missed your call.
- Look, I need to talk to you,
but I got somebody on the other line.
I'll call you back.
- Well, call them back.
- I was talking to them first.
- Well, which is more important?
Your sister who pays your rent,
or then bummy ass bitches
you be hanging out with?
- I'll call you back.
(phone beeping)
Sorry. That was my
sister, the sex offender.
- What she is?
- Sex offender. Every guy
that fucks her is offended.
- Fuck the family affair.
Now tell me what a go on in your yard,
- Okay, I'm gonna tell you.
So the last night after the concert,
I'm at the hotel bar getting
my late night drink on,
thinking about not bringing
my unemployed ass back to LA and...
- And don't tell me. A
dread lock rasta walks in.
- Dreads down his back.
Skin like black coffee wearing white linen
and a six pack to die for.
- You want me to give you money
to go back a yard to go find
your bombo rassclat man?
- No, I need to borrow some
money to get an abortion.
- Frankie, you never used protection?
- I fucked up, didn't I?
- No more than nobody else, baby girl.
- Can you help me?
- Frankie, you know if me did have it,
you would have get it.
But my money is funny.
And you know every penny I
make go into my mother lawyer.
- Thanks any who. I got to go.
I ain't got that many minutes left
and I gotta trace this paper.
- Well, keep the faith on.
Everything soon all right.
All right? So later.
(upbeat music)
- [Sydney] What's up, Jordan?
- Okay. Tell me who he is.
- Who, who is?
- We talk every day, sometimes
two or three times a day.
The only time we don't talk is
when you either break up
with a guy or meet a new guy.
So who's your new love of the minute?
- This is gonna last more than a minute.
In fact, I wanna make it permanent.
- That's dangerous for chicks like us.
(phone ringing)
- Sydney Michaels. Hello?
Hello?
- Hi.
Sorry to bother you at work,
but I was hoping that you had
a few minutes so that we
could talk sister to sister.
- That's pretty much all
I have, sister to sister.
What is it you want, Frances?
- I need to borrow $300.
- What's it for?
- Does it matter?
- You're asking me for
$300. Yes, it matters.
- Will you give it to me if I tell you?
- One thing's for sure.
I won't if you don't.
- I'm pregnant and I
need to take care of it.
- By whom?
- Nobody you know.
- Well, if you're not gonna to tell me,
why don't you ask him for the money?
- I can't because I don't know.
- Jesus, you're fucking so many guys,
you don't know who knocked you up?
- I know who it is!
I was there. Okay? Give me some credit.
I just don't know his last name
or how to get in touch with him.
It happened while I was on vacation.
- You know what? This is a
good life lesson for you.
It'll teach you to be more responsible.
- I am responsible!
I don't need a life lesson.
What I need is $300.
Are you gonna give it to me or not?
- Not.
- Thank you.
You've been real helpful.
(headset beeping)
(upbeat music)
(Lovely humming)
(door knocking)
(upbeat music)
- [Lovely] Mr. Corbin.
- I'm terribly sorry for not calling.
I hope I didn't catch you at a bad time.
- No, man.
What happened to your phone,
it lock off? I've been calling.
- Yes. I currently relocated my office.
But rest assured, your
case will be handled
with the utmost care.
You wouldn't happen to have
any hot sauce, would you?
- Yeah.
(upbeat music)
- I normally keep a bottle
of hot sauce at my apartment,
but my wife got it in the divorce.
(upbeat music)
Immigration law is a very
lucrative occupation.
Keeps me very busy so
I gotta eat when I can.
- Speaking of which,
how my mother case a go?
- Very good. It's moving
like a freight train.
Just zooming down the tracks.
It shouldn't take no more
than another six months.
You two will be together.
- Six months?
- Things have slowed
down a bit since 9/11.
Homeland Security tripping.
Acquiring a visa isn't
as easy as it used to be.
- You don't understand.
My mother, she's dying.
I promised her I'd get her here.
- There may be a way we can work this out.
These INS people have been
known to be a little motivated.
- How much?
- $5,000 will probably
expedite the process.
- $5,000?
I don't have that type of money there.
Between your attorney fees
and me mother medical bills,
I'm doing the best I
can not to get evicted.
- I wanna do whatever I can to help.
(dramatic music)
- You gon' help me?
- No, you're gonna help yourself.
But the question is, what
are you willing to do?
(dramatic music)
- What you want me fi do?
♪ I'm the life for the
party, I'm dipped in butter ♪
♪ I'm getting money, got
my thousand a little bit ♪
♪ Getting tossed love, you
hear, you better get with it ♪
♪ I'm the life of the party
'cause I keep it lit ♪
(phone ringing)
♪ Let's get it, ma, drop
it down and bring it back ♪
♪ Put your drinks, spend it
here, tell me where you at ♪
♪ All the girls in the
skirts, yeah, I'm into that ♪
(phone ringing)
♪ Put your hands up, put
your hands up, get loose ♪
♪ Put your glass up, get loose ♪
♪ Put your glass up ♪
♪ Shake what your momma gave you ♪
♪ Shake what your momma gave you ♪
♪ Shake what your momma gave you ♪
(phone ringing)
♪ If you sexy and you know it ♪
♪ Put your hands up, ladies, show it ♪
♪ Shit, you know just how I like it ♪
♪ Twerk it face down, ass up ♪
(phone ringing)
♪ Put your drinks up
if you drinking on me ♪
♪ Now put your drinks up ♪
♪ Put your drinks up if you drinking ♪
(phone ringing)
(upbeat music)
- Hello?
- Yo, Tasha.
- Frankie. What's up, baby girl?
I thought your phone was cut off.
- It is. I'm on my prepaid cell.
- Thank God for them motherfuckers.
A few years back,
a bitch would have been hustling
quarters at the pay phone.
- I need a favor.
I need to borrow some money.
Tasha.
(Tasha chuckling)
You hear me?
- [Tasha] Mm-hmm.
- What I say?
- Mm-hmm.
- [Frances] Tasha?
- Mm-hmm.
- Tasha?
- Uh-huh.
- [Frances] Tasha!
- You said you need to borrow some money.
Bitch, I'm high not stupid
so quit yelling at me.
- You gon' lend it to me?
- How much you need?
- [Frances] $300.
Is that a yes?
- Mm-hmm.
- You don't want to know what it's for?
- Mm-hmm.
Come by around three o'clock
and I'll hook a sister up.
(upbeat music)
(Corbin moaning)
- I'm loving it.
Very lovely. Very fucking lovely.
We'll make a lot of money.
(Corbin moaning)
(Corbin panting)
(upbeat music)
- Did you get the file from Channing?
- Yeah, it's on the back seat.
(upbeat music)
- Didn't I see this guy on the
news, a rapist or something?
- Pedophile, but he was
never convicted. Forget him.
Did Channing tell you he wanted
to make me his number
one motivational speaker?
- Better you than me. I hate that shit.
But if you're good at it,
maybe you can talk some sense
into my stupid ass sister.
- You know, not everyone has
a new piece at home like you.
- My new piece has a
name. Leonard Williams.
- Is Mr. Williams gainfully employed?
- He's a mechanic. He fixed the Mercedes.
- That's not all he fixed.
Blue collar. There you go
slumming again, Sydney.
- There you go being judgmental.
Not all men have to have
a six figure income to be appealing.
- Says who?
- It's not about the money.
If a guy can just be nice nowadays,
that's a leap in the right direction.
- [Jordan] You're right. Good
men are few and far between.
- I didn't know lesbians
thought about that type of shit.
- I am not a lesbian. I am bisexual.
And yes, we do think
about things like that.
What do you think, I want
to be an old, bitter dyke?
- You're going in that direction.
- Bullshit! I like dick. Some good dick.
As a matter of fact,
now you're just connected
to a thick bank roll.
- It's more than sex with us.
- [Jordan] Bitch, you tell it.
- It is. You wouldn't believe
what he did on our first date.
- What, show up late with a
six pack of beer and a video?
- He sang to me.
- Get out of here.
Okay. So he has the pipes of life.
But what other the type
of pipe does he have?
- Wouldn't you like to know?
- Yes, and if you don't tell
me, Imma run us off this road.
♪ You got a style, you got
a taste, girl, taste girl ♪
♪ And if you was mine, I
would keep you laced, girl ♪
♪ So you do your thing, girl ♪
♪ You doing your thing, doing your thing ♪
♪ Doing your thing, yeah ♪
♪ Do your thing, girl ♪
♪ You doing your thing, doing your thing ♪
♪ Doing your thing, yeah ♪
♪ This goes out to my hot style mamas ♪
♪ Whose fit game has been
dressing hot style on us ♪
♪ Rocking your red Dolce and Gabbana ♪
♪ Has got a pair with your
Christian, Louis Vuittons ♪
♪ Mani pedi with your hair did ♪
♪ You a fashionista, you got it, ma ♪
♪ I could tell from your
Givenchy, Prada, Balenciaga ♪
- You realize the little
taste I had was on the house?
Man gotta know the quality of what
he's selling in order to get top dollar.
You got the right name though, girl.
Lovely, because the pum
pum was just that. Lovely.
We gon' line up a couple of
ballers from out of town.
They'll come to you.
You'll never see 'em again.
Shoot, a couple of weeks of hard work,
you'll be in there like swimwear.
And of course, a 10% fee for my services.
It's all good.
You'll be hearing from me again.
♪ Red Dolce and Gabbana's got a pair ♪
♪ With your Christian, Louis Vuittons ♪
♪ Mani pedi with your hair did ♪
♪ You a fashionista, you got it, ma ♪
♪ I could tell from your Givenchy, Prada ♪
(gun blasting)
- Shit! What the fuck!
(upbeat music)
(guns blasting)
- Please don't. Don't.
(gun blasting)
(upbeat music)
(guns blasting)
♪ You know you driving them insane ♪
♪ Girl, I'm really feeling
the way you do the thing ♪
♪ Yeah, top shelf like this ace, girl ♪
♪ And since it was a race,
you'll be first place, girl ♪
♪ You got style, you got taste, girl ♪
♪ You know if you was mine, I
would keep you laced, girl ♪
♪ So you do your thing, girl ♪
♪ You doing your thing, doing your thing ♪
(gun blasting)
(upbeat music)
♪ You doing your thing, doing
your thing, doing your thing ♪
♪ You doing your thing, doing
your thing, doing your thing ♪
♪ You doing your thing, doing
your thing, doing your thing ♪
♪ You doing your thing, doing
your thing, doing your thing ♪
(doorbell ringing)
- Baby, you see my shorts over there?
- Shit, you looking for these?
I thought it was something else.
- You so silly.
(doorbell ringing)
- Who was that at the door?
- Frankie. Had to lend her some money.
- I don't know why you calling it a loan.
Bitch ain't got no job.
Ain't looking for no job.
Broke ass bitch can't even spell job.
You need to call it
what it is. It's a gift.
- She'll pay me back when she
gets her income tax check.
- Yeah, well you gotta have an income
in order to get an income tax check.
- Yo, put that down.
- Quit tripping.
It's a damn paintball
gun. It ain't even loaded.
- Paintball or not, it's
still a fucking gun. Shit.
- What?
You're afraid Imma bust a cap in your ass
with for talking about my friend.
- Don't ever fucking put
your hands on me again!
You see what you made me do?
Shit.
(dramatic music)
(water running)
- So you finally go and
crack that FedEx piggy bank?
What you gon' buy, another house?
- Nope. I'm getting out.
- You gonna take that
vacation finally? I hear that.
But you should have enough stash
for what, two or three dozen vacations.
- I mean, out of the game.
- This is a joke, right?
- How do you figure?
- Let me put it into perspective.
You've been playing the
role of motivational speaker
but really putting down
scores for Channing for, what?
- Ever since I failed the bar exam.
Five years. A month in a month out.
- Right.
And beyond the fact that you
don't know how to do shit else,
what makes you think Channing's
even gonna let you out?
- Channing and I are like sisters.
- What does it have to do with
the price of pussy on Sunset?
- I want to have Leonard's children.
I pulled all of my money out of the bank.
Leonard and I are going to
the Cayman Islands tonight.
- There you go. Thinking
with your clit again.
Channing know this?
- I'm gonna tell her when
I deliver the chips and the books.
- Good luck with that.
- Imma be good, girl.
(slow music)
- Good. Very good.
You guys did good.
(drink pouring)
(glass clanking)
So you want to talk about it?
- It?
- Yes, it.
You wanna retire.
- How did you know?
- I know the look. I've seen
it in the mirror before.
Why?
- I met someone.
- A man?
- A good man.
Leonard Williams.
- [Channing] The mechanic.
(dramatic music)
- I love him.
- Let's see, my little love bird.
You made 300,000 last year
and whatever you and Jordan
skimmed off each hit.
67,000 in the bank. Another
140,000 in stocks and bonds.
And last week, they
approved your black card.
So let me ask you again. Why?
(dramatic music)
I didn't know what I was going
to do after I failed the bar exam.
And you brought me in
and you made me a part
of something special.
And it's not that I'm ungrateful for that.
It's just that I'm...
- In love.
- Yeah.
- You know,
if you love this man and he loves you,
leave tonight and never come back.
- Thank you.
(dramatic music)
- Go.
(dramatic music)
(crickets chirping)
(slow music)
- Leonard?
- Sydney.
Sydney.
- Hey, you're up.
- Yeah.
Man, that chicken soup you gave me worked.
(slow music)
- Can we talk?
- I mean, I was about to go take a shower,
but what's wrong?
Bad day?
- I have something to ask you.
It's the most important
question in my life right now.
- Aiit.
- Do you love me?
- Come on. That's a silly question.
Of course I love you.
I've told you I love you.
Yes, baby. I love you.
- Do you love me enough to go
to the Cayman Islands tonight?
- Wait, I don't understand.
What about your job?
- I quit.
Now will you go with me?
- You quit?
- Yeah.
- You wanna go now?
- I've got two plane tickets
and a car will be here in an hour.
- Sounds like you already made a decision.
Of course I'll go with you. Yes.
(Sydney inhaling sharply)
(dramatic music)
(Leonard breathing heavily)
You going now.
- I loved you.
- I know.
I know.
(slow music)
- She retired.
- Yup. Got her retirement fund right here.
- Good work.
- I do what I do.
- It's a shame though.
I think I loved her.
- Just not as much as you love money.
(Channing snapping fingers)
- Let's go.
(somber music)
(upbeat music)
- See, I'm telling you, girl.
A nigga hit you once,
them go and hit you again.
- But he said he didn't even
mean it. It was an accident.
- The first man that accidentally beat him
and see how him like it.
- Hey, y'all remember Jordan.
She worked with Sydney.
- Yeah, I remember seeing
you at the funeral.
- Well, I see you're all moved in
and you let your girls here and all.
- Yeah. You know, we doing our thing.
Jordan brought over some
photos to add to the scrapbook.
Can I get you something to drink?
- Yeah. Whatever y'all drinking is cool.
So what's going on?
- Out there fighting lines with switches.
- And talking about
these tired ass niggas.
You can't live with them and
you can't live without 'em.
- You need to learn how
to live without Maurice
if you don't want to end up in a hospital.
- [Tasha] Maurice said he was sorry.
- I'd be sorry too if I
didn't have no place to stay.
I don't know why you let him live
with you in the first place.
- But Maurice isn't all bad.
In the beginning, he was real cool.
- Correct. Cool in the beginning.
It's what I'm saying in the
long run you must worry about.
- Besides, ain't no woman gon' get
with no man that starts
off acting a damn fool.
- It has to do with the guy's parents.
If he sees the father beating the mother,
he thinks that's how it's supposed to be.
- Now that's a woman
that knows about a man.
- I don't know.
Them sound like excuses to me.
They know right from wrong.
I don't know what you saw in him.
This is a classic case
of domestic violence.
- Maurice was funny.
He knew how to make me laugh.
Told me this crazy joke the other day.
What's that useless flesh
around a lesbian's pussy called?
- I give up, what?
- A lesbian (laughs).
- Okay. Well, you know what?
I got to get up early, so Imma go.
- Okay. Thanks for
coming. I'll show you out.
- Now, see, why did you have to say that?
I told you what Sydney said
about her getting with girls.
- I forgot.
Y'all should've gave me
the heads up she was gay.
- Like what? Hey, everybody.
This is Jordan, Sydney's
friend, who eats pussy.
You need to learn how to be
politically correct girl.
- One random comment
and now I'm gay bashing.
- See, now I'm gonna call
and apologize for you.
- Well, somebody needs to
teach me about this girl thing.
- Maybe they have classes
about it. Dyke 101.
- I'm not gonna remember that.
Can you write that down for me?
What?
I'll write it down myself.
- I just got this new job.
Imma fuck around and
lose it over this shit.
- [Cuz] What are you talking about?
- Cuz, man, caught a
domestic violence case.
- [Cuz] Trifling ass bitches.
Always trying to keep the black man down.
- Right.
- [Cuz] That's why I
only date white girls.
- Nigga, what? You already know me.
I had to put my pin pan down.
- [Cuz] That's right.
- I hate a bitch can't take a punch.
- [Cuz] You used the smack a bitch method?
- Trick ass bitch wasn't complaining
the other night when I was smacking
that ass while I was running up in her.
- [Cuz] Fuck me. Spank me. Pull my hair.
- Right. I love that shit, yo.
- [Cuz] I feel you, dog.
- Man, I'm telling you,
next time I should just kill the bitch.
One side of the story, easy to tell.
You feel me, my nigga?
- [Cuz] You should have did her OJ style.
- Hell yeah.
Yo man, she ain't answering anyway.
Imma just raise up out of here.
Imma hit you back later.
- [Cuz] Aiit, dog.
- Aiit.
- [Cuz] I'll hall at you.
- One.
- [Tasha] How'd you get in here?
- You changed the apartment locks,
but I still got my building key.
- Not anymore you don't.
- Tasha.
I came all the way down here
and bought you a present.
Smell that.
That's something that will head bank
a bookie straight to your brain type shit.
Let's twist one up and do what
we do. Come on. What you say?
- So you just come down here all blasting
and I'm supposed to forget
about how you slapped me around?
- Didn't I say I was
sorry? Ain't that enough?
I thought we been through this.
- You beat my ass. No, it's not enough.
And something's really wrong with you
if you think that it should be.
- Aiit, then. Be that way, bitch.
Act pretty if you want to.
You ain't that fucking fine anyway.
I got mad bitches blowing up
my phone trying to get with.
Fuck around with this bitch.
Yo, Lisa.
(Lisa speaking in foreign language)
- I've been thinking about you, baby.
(mellow music)
- And no other girl this up?
You can't do it.
- I can never get those dances.
I appreciate you staying over.
Being here is still a little weird for me.
- A little glass of liquor. I'm here.
- For sure.
Look, we all know Tasha a little dingy,
but that shit she told
Jordan was right out there.
- And you see how the girl
get stuck up and left?
I don't know how that
was your sister's friend.
You know say, I see her at the funeral,
and she don't even speak.
- It's funny you should mention that.
Because the last time Sydney
and I spoke, we argued.
- About the $300 something?
- Yeah.
- It's probably why it happened.
No, man. A bad joke me a make. I'm sorry.
- Don't apologize.
There's a lot you didn't
know about Sydney.
She had a side to her.
And although she treated me
like shit when she was alive,
she left me everything.
House, the car, money in the bank.
- Okay, so Sydney was a
tough pill to swallow.
But you see, everyone
have them good points.
It's just a shame she had
to die to learn about hers.
- Yeah.
- Empty.
- Shit, we out.
Sydney got something up in here.
- She must have some
liquor about the place.
- She used to hide it from me.
- And what that, a
portable liquor cabinet?
- Damn, sister.
What the hell were you into?
- Apparently, there's a whole lot
you didn't know about Sydney either.
(slow music)
(doorbell ringing)
(slow music)
(water splashing)
(slow music)
- Can I help you?
- Tasha Ramsey?
- Mm-hmm.
- Now this nigga is trying flowers.
Hold on, I think you're
gonna be taking these back.
- [Jordan] Hey, Tasha.
I thought I'd sent you some flowers
so that you could see
that all all us lesbians
aren't all useless.
- No, I'm good. Thank you.
(slow music)
- You wanna make money, ladies?
You've got to use the
talents that God gave you.
Because we're talking about what?
Being bloated, some new carb
diet that isn't working,
guy you met at a club stood you up
when you wanted a meaningful relationship.
Bullshit, right?
Let's talk about something important.
Sensuous cosmetics, the
one vocation created
for women by women.
Symbolically personified in the form
of a convertible Cadillac.
And you want that Cadillac,
but you can't have it.
You wanna know why?
Because you're a weak bitch.
I have been giving
motivational speeches for years
and I have never met a sorrier bunch
of bitches than yourselves.
You can't sell cosmetics.
You're not a woman.
So take your ass home
and serve your husbands'
and boyfriends' dinner.
Pop a chicken pot pie in the oven
or let him pop one in you
because if you can't
sell sensuous cosmetics,
that's all you're good for.
Do you think that Madonna and Oprah wake
up every morning with your attitude?
No. Get out there.
Every broad that ever smeared
on lipstick is a potential client.
Some chick calls you up and asks you,
does she need makeup?
The question isn't, does she need makeup?
It's an essential accessory.
A woman needs makeup like she needs shoes.
Pretty young thing doesn't ask you
to her trailer park
unless she wants to buy.
She wants to give you her money
to make herself beautiful.
Define her eyes.
Give her cheeks a youthful blush.
Let her bask in the glory of
sexual glow without the sex.
Give her the dream.
Because if you can't do that,
you better put on your stilettos
and hit the pavement, princess,
cause you're out of here.
And you'll be sitting around
a section eight apartment
with two fleas sucking your tits
to your knees watching cable talking
about I'm every woman,
when you could have been.
(bullets clattering)
(phone ringing)
- This is Jordan.
- Hey, Jordan.
- [Jordan] Hey Frankie.
So how'd the scrapbook go?
- Good. Good.
Again, I am so sorry about
what Tasha said. She's...
- You know what? Don't worry
about it. It's no big deal.
Besides, I sent her flowers.
- You did?
Wow. Good for you.
- Yeah, it is, isn't it?
- I was going through
some of Sydney's papers
and I was kind of curious as
to what kind of work she did.
- Well, as a rule, we're
into sales, but occasionally,
we're asked to give motivational speeches
to some of the employees.
You know, stimulate them,
bring their numbers up.
That kind of thing.
- Would you know why she'd have a gun?
(dramatic music)
- Sydney had a gun?
- Sydney had lots of guns.
- Well, she was your sister.
If you don't know, I couldn't tell you.
- I thought maybe he had them
because somebody was trying
to bother her or something.
- Listen, Frankie, I
gotta get some work done.
So if you wanna talk again,
just give me a buzz. Okay?
- Yeah.
Thanks anyway.
- Okay.
(headset beeping)
(dramatic music)
(phone ringing)
- Aha.
- [Jordan] Hey, pretty girl?
- Jordan?
- I dreamt about you last night.
- Tell me I was dressed.
- I could, but I'd be lying.
You know the thing with girls like you?
- [Tasha] Straight girls?
- Yeah.
- What's the thing with girls like me?
- You're fed up with men
who treat you like shit,
but you're too intimidated
to try new things.
- [Tasha] What new things?
- Women.
- [Tasha] That's not exactly new.
- Well, you and I are.
You like the flowers I sent you?
- Yeah. They made me feel good.
- Then we'll be safe to say
that I made you feel good.
- I see where you're going with this.
- Then let me go there.
I promise you'll feel better
than when you got the flowers.
- Can you just give me some
time to think about this?
- Sure.
I just gave you five seconds.
- This doesn't feel right.
Hello?
(headset beeping)
Hello? Hello, are you there?
(slow music)
(upbeat music)
- Thank you.
I ain't mad at you, ma.
You sure know how to handle your business.
You know what it is?
- Shade told me you were special.
You put it on me like a champ.
You got a real diamond,
hard diesel dick and you
know what to do with it.
- Cold metal specialist, baby.
You know how us gangsters do.
(lady laughing)
- You must watch a lot of videos (laughs).
Every nigga that watches
videos want to be a gangster.
- That's cute.
Let me tell you something. Come here.
(upbeat music)
Now there's two versions of reality.
When people tell it to
your face, and this one.
(lady screaming)
This ain't no video trick.
(lady gasping)
(lady screaming)
(doorbell ringing)
- Jordan, you shouldn't
have come over here.
(tense music)
You're assuming a lot or practicing
to be a Victoria's Secret model.
(slow music)
- It's cool if you don't want to.
(Tasha gasping)
But you'd be a fool if you don't want to.
(Tasha gasping)
- Jordan.
Please.
Fuck me.
(slow music)
♪ Hope you're ready for this ♪
♪ Hope you can handle this ♪
♪ Hope you know just
what I want from you ♪
♪ I've been waiting so long ♪
♪ Feelings getting strong ♪
(slow music)
(Tasha moaning)
- [Jordan] Is it good to you?
- Aha.
- [Jordan] Say yes.
- Yes.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Yes, ma'am.
- You want some more?
- Aha.
- More?
- Yes.
Yes.
- I thought you were straight.
- No more.
- No more, huh?
- Uh-uh.
- Say no.
- No.
- No, ma'am.
- No, ma'am.
(Tasha moaning)
- So who do you belong to?
- You.
- Who?
- You!
- [Jordan] Who?
- You!
(Tasha moaning)
(slow music)
- So how do you feel now?
- Better than when I got the flowers.
- Well, just for the record,
I'm not some pathetic lesbian stalker.
- I didn't think you were.
- You know the way I
showed up at your door.
- Aggressive, but a gift from heaven.
- Well, there are several religious groups
that would disagree with you.
So would you still think
I was a gift from heaven
if I was a man who showed up
at your door in his underwear?
- I would think you were a stalker.
- You smoke a lot?
- I could do this for a
living. You want a hit?
I actually brought something
else to party with.
(slow music)
You want a hit?
(slow music)
- Yeah.
- You ever done this before?
- No, but I've done a
lot of things tonight
I haven't done before.
Why stop now?
- You sure?
(slow music)
(glass clanking)
(dramatic music)
(upbeat music)
(phone beeping)
(phone ringing)
- Yeah?
- Wassup, girl?
- I don't know. Just trying
to figure something out.
- Anyway, I just wanted to say thank you
for hooking me up with Jordan.
- I didn't hook you up with her.
You did that all by yourself.
- Whatever. So I'm
seeing her again tonight.
- Second date.
- The first day, wasn't really a date.
It was more like...
- Sex?
- [Tasha] Very good sex.
- Is there any other kind?
- With men there is.
- I'm the wrong person
to talk to about that.
- [Tasha] Because Jordan's gay?
- No 'cause she lied to me
when I talked to her about Sydney.
- How do you know?
- [Frances] I don't know.
- Well, I can respect that.
As long as it's not because
you're a new member of the
church of I hate gay people.
- Starting to feel guilty about
my relationship with Sydney.
We were never as close
as sisters should be.
- You should never live
your life with regrets.
- Then how do I deal with the guilt?
- Be more like me.
- Get high every day and start
dating women? No, thank you.
Imma have to talk to
somebody else about this.
- All right, but when
you're done comparison
shopping for friends,
you can call me back.
- Don't worry about your phone.
- You do you and I'll do me.
- No, Jordan will be doing you.
- I know that's right (chuckles).
(slow music)
♪ I can't stop thinking about you ♪
♪ From the moment we met ♪
♪ There was a strong desire ♪
♪ And I never will forget
that look in your eyes ♪
♪ Everything you said,
it was right on time ♪
♪ Had me open like a book ♪
♪ And you could read my mind ♪
♪ Last night ♪
♪ We made love ♪
(slow music)
♪ You destroyed my defenses, yes you did ♪
♪ And you broke me down ♪
♪ Chemistry was so intense ♪
♪ There was no getting around it ♪
♪ And you took me in your arms ♪
♪ Like a sexy love scene ♪
♪ And a tear fell from my eye ♪
♪ How did it get so deep ♪
♪ Last night ♪
♪ We made love, yeah ♪
♪ So beautiful ♪
♪ Incredible ♪
♪ Last night ♪
♪ Last night ♪
♪ I fell in love ♪
♪ So intimate ♪
♪ So wonderful ♪
♪ I meant it from your touch ♪
♪ Temptation was too much ♪
♪ It's hard for me to speak ♪
♪ You make my body weak ♪
♪ You take my breath away ♪
♪ No other words to say ♪
♪ This must be love ♪
(slow music)
♪ Last night ♪
♪ Falling in love with you, baby ♪
♪ You drive me crazy ♪
(singers vocalizing)
(slow music)
(dramatic music)
(phone ringing)
- Hello?
- Hey, girl.
- Hey, Frankie. What a go on?
- I just had a quick question.
- On Sydney's calendar, it said that
you did her hair the day before
she went on a date with this Leonard guy.
- You know your sister.
Love call last minute
and act up if I don't take
her without an appointment.
- Did she ever talk about Leonard?
- No, not really, but she did tell
me some man named Shade know him.
- Who's Shade?
- Some tip-looking man used
to get him girl hair done at the shop.
- You got a number one on him?
- Why would I have a pimp's number?
- Can you see if you
can get a number on him?
- I'll ask around at the shop.
But me nuh make a promise.
- For sure.
- All right. Love you, girl.
- Hey, sorry I'm late.
- You could have called.
- I was at work.
- They don't have phones where you work?
- Look, I'm a grown ass woman
and there's a lot of pressures where I...
I see you've been busy.
- Not really.
- They were in the kitchen drawer.
Found them when I was looking
for the corkscrew for the wine.
- You do know I wasn't
born yesterday, right?
- Yeah.
- And although you a virgin
to this lifestyle, I wasn't.
- Forget it. Let's just eat.
- No, not yet.
You haven't thanked me for
the flowers I gave you.
- The flowers you gave me three weeks ago?
- Yeah.
- I thanked you.
- No, you didn't.
- What do you want me to do?
- Crawl.
(Tasha laughing)
- You're kidding, right?
- No.
- You think I'm just gonna...
(blows landing)
- Crawl, bitch! Crawl! Crawl, bitch!
(phone ringing)
- Hello?
- Hey, Frankie.
- Lovely.
What time is it?
- [Lovely] Late. What ya do, sleep?
- Yeah, but it's okay.
Is something wrong?
- No.
Me good.
Look, I was just calling.
The man, Shade, who you look for,
him live at the motel on Third and Main.
You know it?
- Yeah. Yeah. Good looking out.
You sure you all right?
- Yeah, man.
Don't worry yourself. I'm all right.
(birds chirping)
(slow music)
- Isn't it a little early
in the day to be drinking?
- Not for what I have to tell you.
(slow music)
According to Sydney's calendar,
she was seeing a guy named Leonard.
I checked her charge card and she
and Leonard was supposed to get on a plane
and fly to the Cayman Islands
the night she was killed.
She saw this guy almost
every day for a month,
but he wasn't at the funeral
and he hasn't called once.
Zero. Nothing.
- He's cute, for a guy.
Well, what do you think is going on?
- I don't know.
But I think your
girlfriend knows something
and I want you to find out what it is.
- And I think you need to stop
drinking so early in the day.
- Why you gotta bring that up?
I'm your best friend.
- And Jordan's my woman.
- Would you take off
those goddamn sunglasses?
'Cause I can't believe
you're choosing her over me.
- My God. Tasha, did Maurice...
- I haven't seen Maurice
since I hooked up with Jordan.
- And where was she when
you was getting the shit beat out of you?
(slow music)
Did that bitch put her hands on you?
- Don't call my bitch no bitch.
Jesus, we got in an argument.
I pushed her buttons.
- Don't say it. Do not say
that this was your fault.
- Don't start with me. Please.
(slow music)
- I'm not fucking with you for
the sake of fucking with you.
I'm telling you this because I care.
- And I think you think
I'm made out of porcelain.
- Then what are you gonna do about it?
- I love Jordan.
- If this was a man,
we wouldn't be having this conversation.
- You don't have to pretend
to be at good friend, Frankie.
You are a good friend. I gotta get back.
(slow music)
(dramatic music)
(door knocking)
- Economy going to hell in a hand basket.
(door knocking)
Get the goddamn door, yo.
The fuck? You hard of hearing?
- I worked last night.
- Hi, I'm looking for Shade.
- Some bitch for you.
(upbeat music)
- You hear about the thing?
- You're Shade?
- I'm the one you wanna be under
when the heat is too much for you, Shade.
- This look good.
- Ayo, what is you doing?
- What?
- There's money in the street, yo.
Get to getting, bitch.
Fuck wrong with you?
Come on now. Fuck.
Ayo, Sunny, don't fucking play with me.
I will wipe the floor with yo ass.
Should have put her in a
goddamn corporation here, fuck.
Seen a whole lot of bristles
in my day but you nice.
You well nice.
- Thank you. But...
- Ain't no buts, baby.
Me and you gon' make a
whole lot of money together.
Imma be your number one man, right?
- I don't...
- No, no, no, no, no, no.
Don't talk like that.
- I think this was a mistake.
- Where the fuck you going, bitch?
You don't go nowhere
unless Shade say you do.
- Lovely said...
- Lovely?
(Shade laughing)
- Jody Wallace sent you?
- Who?
(Shade laughing)
- No, Lovely said...
What's so funny?
- Girl, you ain't got no
idea what you almost got.
Wasn't nothing nice.
Boy.
- [Frances] You're crazy.
- What can I say?
It ain't no shrimp fried
rice and newspapers out here.
Fuck you want?
- You know Leonard Williams?
- With the Business?
That's what they call them.
Anybody that fucks up,
he gives him the business
end of a sharp knife.
High-end pro.
- You're friends?
- Friends? No, he ain't got no friends.
Say, we used to rock back in the day
until he put the business
on one of my girls.
Cut the bitch up so bad,
I couldn't even make a dollar off of her.
Had to send her ass back to Orange County.
- You know where I can find him?
- Sure you wanna do that?
That building over there
through Haney and Wilsher.
- That's where my sister worked.
- That's what the Business works too.
Non-smoking building, they be
in the back, blazing it up.
I'm telling you right
now, he a slick talker.
You going after him,
you better be careful,
or you gon' get the business.
- You know where he live at?
- You know what?
I done said all I'm
about to say, sweetheart.
Anything else, you got to be wearing
a whole lot less than
what you already are.
(slow music)
♪ I've been a player for far too long ♪
♪ Singing the same old song ♪
♪ I've had women all around the world ♪
♪ And my life's not complete ♪
♪ Not without you, girl ♪
♪ I wanna make my house a home ♪
♪ Girl, I don't wanna be alone ♪
♪ Share my fortune and all of my fame ♪
♪ Girl, I'm ready to
give you my last name ♪
♪ You, you have all of me, everything ♪
♪ Totally ♪
♪ I'll make the sacrifice ♪
(slow music)
(phone ringing)
- Hello?
- [Woman] Skank.
- Hello?
- [Woman] You're Jordan's new bitch?
- Who is this?
- [Woman] She's using you.
- Who is that?
- I don't know.
Are you going somewhere?
- One of the girls at the
office is having a party
so I thought I'd stopped
through and show my face.
- What else are you gonna show 'em?
- Well, what's that supposed to mean?
- This is the fourth time this
week that you've gone out.
- You know what? I don't have to go.
It looks like you cooked.
Too bad I'm not hungry.
- What?
- I'm not hungry.
- Okay.
Don't eat.
(dishes clanking)
- You either high or out
of your fucking mind.
Now clean this shit up.
- Fuck you, bitch. Clean it up yourself.
- No, fuck you, bitch.
You obviously don't know
who you fucking with.
- I don't take this shit from no man
and I'm damn sure not
gonna take it from you.
- Bitch, when I slap you,
you'll take it and like it.
- I ain't no bitch.
(tense music)
Fuck you, bitch.
- Fuck off me.
Crazy ass hoe.
(tense music)
- Shit.
(both groaning)
(tense music)
- Who's my bitch?
Say it or I swear to God
I'll break your fucking arm.
- I'm your bitch.
- [Jordan] What? I didn't hear you.
- I'm your bitch.
- And don't you ever fucking forget it.
(Tasha crying)
If it'll make you feel any
better, you never had a chance.
I'm a professional killer. It's what I do.
It's what Sydney did and it's
why her boyfriend killed her.
And if you ever thinking
about leaving me, stop,
because I will find you
and I will break every bone in your body.
(Tasha sobbing)
(door knocking)
- There she is.
How you doing, sweetie?
You look great.
- You get the something for my mother?
- Did I get the visa?
(dramatic music)
- Lord God. I can't believe it done.
- Done? Look, there's no
reason to mess up a good thing.
- You gon' talk to me, or did
somebody else walk in here?
- What is that supposed to mean?
- Means the days of you
pimping me over a long time.
I'm done.
(dramatic music)
- Bitch, you've done when
I say you done (groans).
Come on. You can't tell
me you didn't like it.
A different dick for
every day of the week.
(Corbin groaning)
Motherfucker.
Stinking bitch.
(Corbin gasping)
- Mr. Corbin.
Mr. Corbin.
(dramatic music)
This nigga dead.
(dramatic music)
Yes. Hello?
My lawyer, he's having a heart attack.
Yes, please hurry. He needs help.
(slow music)
(phone beeping)
- [Frances] Hello?
- Hey, girl. It's me.
- [Frances] Tasha?
- You got time to talk?
(slow music)
- Damn, Tasha, what happened to your arm?
- Girl, I broke it rollerskating.
- [Frances] And you didn't call me?
- Did you suddenly get
a degree in medicine?
- If you wanted to talk crazy,
we could have did that over the phone.
- I didn't want Jordan to
know I was talking to you.
- Why? She might think I'm
trying to get with you?
- No, I didn't want her to know
that I was going to tell you
that your sister, Sidney,
was a professional killer
and she was murdered by her boyfriend.
(slow music)
- Leonard.
- The guy you showed me
in the picture. Yeah.
- But how do you know?
- I lied to you when I said
that I broke my arm rollerskating.
Jordan broke my arm.
- You need to do something about
that bitch before she kills you.
(slow music)
You know, the Lord only helps
those who help themselves.
(slow music)
- Then pray for me.
(slow music)
(door banging)
(car engine roaring)
(door banging)
- Whoa. What's going on here?
- You killed my sister.
- Lady, I don't even know you.
- Sydney loved you and you killed her.
- Frankie.
Sydney's Frankie?
- Amazing what a 38
can do for your memory.
- Look, look, look, look.
Slow your roll, sister, aiit?
You don't wanna do nothing crazy.
- I wanna know how you can
do what you did to Sydney.
- Frankie, think this through. Okay?
It's not worth it.
You and your sister, you had nothing.
She didn't like you. You didn't like her.
You should hear some of the
things she said about you.
- What type of shit?
- Like you couldn't hold a job.
Like she always had to pay your rent.
You got knocked up, didn't
even know who the father was.
Always begging her for money.
And you know something? She had the money.
But she didn't give a shit about you.
(gun blasting)
Fucking bitch!
(gun blasting)
I did you a fucking favor!
You inherited what, two, $300,000?
And you wanna come in
here and do this shit?
- When your sister's killed,
you're supposed to do something.
It doesn't matter if you
didn't like each other.
But you're supposed to do
something because you're sisters.
- I can I have another
foot of road, bitch.
(gun blasting)
- So what's up with your bag out there?
I have to lend that to Frankie.
She's going on another trip.
(bullets clattering)
- We need to talk, but
I gotta unwind first.
(slow music)
♪ I'm tired of feeling like I do ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ No ♪
♪ I'm tired ♪
♪ I believed you when you
said you were ready for love ♪
♪ And I'm the one you've
been waiting for ♪
♪ I let you in so I got it ♪
♪ When you say you're unsure ♪
♪ You see, my love's
not a revolving door ♪
♪ I chose to love you with my heart ♪
♪ Want you to listen to my mind ♪
♪ To listen to my mind ♪
♪ I knew in time, love could get hard ♪
♪ Never thought it would make me mind ♪
♪ I used to say there's
nothing married love can give ♪
♪ Now this is how it feels ♪
♪ I don't wanna walk away but I'm tired ♪
♪ I'm tired ♪
♪ I'm sick of hearing your
excuses and forgiving you ♪
♪ I can't take another chance ♪
♪ I'm better off just leaving it behind ♪
- I packed up all my stuff.
Didn't wanna leave anything behind.
Looks like you got a case of the bad ones.
Rat poison will do that to you.
- You did this to me, you sick cunt.
(slow music)
(door creaking)
(slow music)
(door banging)
(upbeat music)
(water splashing)
(upbeat music)
(water running)
(gentle music)
(vehicle beeping)
♪ Yeah, check it yo ♪
♪ It's my affair, bitches
get with the program ♪
♪ From the drools to the
tools you know I'm hold it ♪
♪ Money power, respect,
that's how I'm rolling ♪
♪ Cats wanna act a fool
you want a showdown ♪
(car horn beeping)
(upbeat music)
(phone dials beeping)
- Shit, I forgot they turned off my phone.
(drink pouring)
(phone ringing)
(upbeat music)
(phone ringing)
(both moaning)
- Who's your mama?
- You are, mami. You.
(Maurice moaning)
(phone ringing)
(Maurice moaning)
(phone ringing)
- Hello?
- Tasha?
- Uh-huh.
- You busy?
- Uh-huh.
(Tasha moaning)
- I'll call you back later.
- Shit.
(Tasha moaning)
Who's dick is this?
- It's yours, baby.
- Who's dick is this?
- It's yours, Tasha.
(both moaning)
- Damn right. Damn right, it's mine.
(upbeat music)
♪ Somethin' in the way I stroll ♪
♪ Never gotta tell me I got the glow ♪
♪ Somethin' in the way I flow ♪
♪ Somethin' in the way I roll ♪
♪ Somethin' in the way I stroll ♪
(door banging)
(soft music)
(door slamming)
- Honey, I'm back.
- Baby.
- Hey, you still in the bed?
- Yeah.
This cold is kicking my ass.
- You were coughing very bad last night.
I went to the deli, got you some soup.
- You're too good for me.
- Is that why you been
playing so hard to get?
- I wasn't playing hard
to get. You kidding me?
I'll knock out J-Lo and
Beyonce to be with you.
- Now I know you're lying,
but I like the way you
thinkin' (chuckles).
(phone beeping)
(phone ringing)
- You gon' get that?
- No.
- [Voicemail] Please leave
your message after the tone.
(phone beeping)
- It's my sister, Frances,
probably just calling to
see if I paid her rent.
- You pay her rent?
- Yeah.
She's kinda like the
black sheep of the family.
Didn't go to college, can't
keep a job, you know the story.
- Every family has one.
(Sydney chuckling)
Well, I don't think you helpin' her.
- What are you saying, I
shouldn't help my sister?
- Nah, I'm saying, how's
she ever gonna learn
to stand her own two when
she got you as a crutch?
- That's a good point.
I'll think about that
while I'm in the shower.
(soft music)
- I think I'll take me a shower too.
(Sydney chuckling)
(phone beeping)
(phone ringing)
(slow music)
(phone ringing)
(slow music)
- Looks Of Love.
- Hey, Lovely, what's up?
- Frankie?
What a ting say?
Somebody call with some money,
but they are broke, you know?
- I heard that, girl.
- I thought you say
your phone get cut off.
Where ya call from?
- Home, I'm on my cell phone.
I ain't got that many minutes left
so I have to make this quick.
- So what's up, baby girl?
- I need to borrow $300.
- And if it was $300,
me would have spin you.
What ya need it for?
- You know that contest they had
to win a jam in Jamaican summer weekend?
- Yeah. Yeah.
Me did call them ras
people out there, trying.
- I won.
- Three days, two nights
in a four-star hotel
plus free brunch, lunch, and dinner.
You're lucky.
- Hot fun in the summertime, girl.
- And a mandem?
- Hold that thought. I got
a call on the other line.
What it do?
- Is that any way to answer a phone?
- [Frances] Sydney.
- I just got out of the shower.
I saw I missed your call.
- Look, I need to talk to you,
but I got somebody on the other line.
I'll call you back.
- Well, call them back.
- I was talking to them first.
- Well, which is more important?
Your sister who pays your rent,
or then bummy ass bitches
you be hanging out with?
- I'll call you back.
(phone beeping)
Sorry. That was my
sister, the sex offender.
- What she is?
- Sex offender. Every guy
that fucks her is offended.
- Fuck the family affair.
Now tell me what a go on in your yard,
- Okay, I'm gonna tell you.
So the last night after the concert,
I'm at the hotel bar getting
my late night drink on,
thinking about not bringing
my unemployed ass back to LA and...
- And don't tell me. A
dread lock rasta walks in.
- Dreads down his back.
Skin like black coffee wearing white linen
and a six pack to die for.
- You want me to give you money
to go back a yard to go find
your bombo rassclat man?
- No, I need to borrow some
money to get an abortion.
- Frankie, you never used protection?
- I fucked up, didn't I?
- No more than nobody else, baby girl.
- Can you help me?
- Frankie, you know if me did have it,
you would have get it.
But my money is funny.
And you know every penny I
make go into my mother lawyer.
- Thanks any who. I got to go.
I ain't got that many minutes left
and I gotta trace this paper.
- Well, keep the faith on.
Everything soon all right.
All right? So later.
(upbeat music)
- [Sydney] What's up, Jordan?
- Okay. Tell me who he is.
- Who, who is?
- We talk every day, sometimes
two or three times a day.
The only time we don't talk is
when you either break up
with a guy or meet a new guy.
So who's your new love of the minute?
- This is gonna last more than a minute.
In fact, I wanna make it permanent.
- That's dangerous for chicks like us.
(phone ringing)
- Sydney Michaels. Hello?
Hello?
- Hi.
Sorry to bother you at work,
but I was hoping that you had
a few minutes so that we
could talk sister to sister.
- That's pretty much all
I have, sister to sister.
What is it you want, Frances?
- I need to borrow $300.
- What's it for?
- Does it matter?
- You're asking me for
$300. Yes, it matters.
- Will you give it to me if I tell you?
- One thing's for sure.
I won't if you don't.
- I'm pregnant and I
need to take care of it.
- By whom?
- Nobody you know.
- Well, if you're not gonna to tell me,
why don't you ask him for the money?
- I can't because I don't know.
- Jesus, you're fucking so many guys,
you don't know who knocked you up?
- I know who it is!
I was there. Okay? Give me some credit.
I just don't know his last name
or how to get in touch with him.
It happened while I was on vacation.
- You know what? This is a
good life lesson for you.
It'll teach you to be more responsible.
- I am responsible!
I don't need a life lesson.
What I need is $300.
Are you gonna give it to me or not?
- Not.
- Thank you.
You've been real helpful.
(headset beeping)
(upbeat music)
(Lovely humming)
(door knocking)
(upbeat music)
- [Lovely] Mr. Corbin.
- I'm terribly sorry for not calling.
I hope I didn't catch you at a bad time.
- No, man.
What happened to your phone,
it lock off? I've been calling.
- Yes. I currently relocated my office.
But rest assured, your
case will be handled
with the utmost care.
You wouldn't happen to have
any hot sauce, would you?
- Yeah.
(upbeat music)
- I normally keep a bottle
of hot sauce at my apartment,
but my wife got it in the divorce.
(upbeat music)
Immigration law is a very
lucrative occupation.
Keeps me very busy so
I gotta eat when I can.
- Speaking of which,
how my mother case a go?
- Very good. It's moving
like a freight train.
Just zooming down the tracks.
It shouldn't take no more
than another six months.
You two will be together.
- Six months?
- Things have slowed
down a bit since 9/11.
Homeland Security tripping.
Acquiring a visa isn't
as easy as it used to be.
- You don't understand.
My mother, she's dying.
I promised her I'd get her here.
- There may be a way we can work this out.
These INS people have been
known to be a little motivated.
- How much?
- $5,000 will probably
expedite the process.
- $5,000?
I don't have that type of money there.
Between your attorney fees
and me mother medical bills,
I'm doing the best I
can not to get evicted.
- I wanna do whatever I can to help.
(dramatic music)
- You gon' help me?
- No, you're gonna help yourself.
But the question is, what
are you willing to do?
(dramatic music)
- What you want me fi do?
♪ I'm the life for the
party, I'm dipped in butter ♪
♪ I'm getting money, got
my thousand a little bit ♪
♪ Getting tossed love, you
hear, you better get with it ♪
♪ I'm the life of the party
'cause I keep it lit ♪
(phone ringing)
♪ Let's get it, ma, drop
it down and bring it back ♪
♪ Put your drinks, spend it
here, tell me where you at ♪
♪ All the girls in the
skirts, yeah, I'm into that ♪
(phone ringing)
♪ Put your hands up, put
your hands up, get loose ♪
♪ Put your glass up, get loose ♪
♪ Put your glass up ♪
♪ Shake what your momma gave you ♪
♪ Shake what your momma gave you ♪
♪ Shake what your momma gave you ♪
(phone ringing)
♪ If you sexy and you know it ♪
♪ Put your hands up, ladies, show it ♪
♪ Shit, you know just how I like it ♪
♪ Twerk it face down, ass up ♪
(phone ringing)
♪ Put your drinks up
if you drinking on me ♪
♪ Now put your drinks up ♪
♪ Put your drinks up if you drinking ♪
(phone ringing)
(upbeat music)
- Hello?
- Yo, Tasha.
- Frankie. What's up, baby girl?
I thought your phone was cut off.
- It is. I'm on my prepaid cell.
- Thank God for them motherfuckers.
A few years back,
a bitch would have been hustling
quarters at the pay phone.
- I need a favor.
I need to borrow some money.
Tasha.
(Tasha chuckling)
You hear me?
- [Tasha] Mm-hmm.
- What I say?
- Mm-hmm.
- [Frances] Tasha?
- Mm-hmm.
- Tasha?
- Uh-huh.
- [Frances] Tasha!
- You said you need to borrow some money.
Bitch, I'm high not stupid
so quit yelling at me.
- You gon' lend it to me?
- How much you need?
- [Frances] $300.
Is that a yes?
- Mm-hmm.
- You don't want to know what it's for?
- Mm-hmm.
Come by around three o'clock
and I'll hook a sister up.
(upbeat music)
(Corbin moaning)
- I'm loving it.
Very lovely. Very fucking lovely.
We'll make a lot of money.
(Corbin moaning)
(Corbin panting)
(upbeat music)
- Did you get the file from Channing?
- Yeah, it's on the back seat.
(upbeat music)
- Didn't I see this guy on the
news, a rapist or something?
- Pedophile, but he was
never convicted. Forget him.
Did Channing tell you he wanted
to make me his number
one motivational speaker?
- Better you than me. I hate that shit.
But if you're good at it,
maybe you can talk some sense
into my stupid ass sister.
- You know, not everyone has
a new piece at home like you.
- My new piece has a
name. Leonard Williams.
- Is Mr. Williams gainfully employed?
- He's a mechanic. He fixed the Mercedes.
- That's not all he fixed.
Blue collar. There you go
slumming again, Sydney.
- There you go being judgmental.
Not all men have to have
a six figure income to be appealing.
- Says who?
- It's not about the money.
If a guy can just be nice nowadays,
that's a leap in the right direction.
- [Jordan] You're right. Good
men are few and far between.
- I didn't know lesbians
thought about that type of shit.
- I am not a lesbian. I am bisexual.
And yes, we do think
about things like that.
What do you think, I want
to be an old, bitter dyke?
- You're going in that direction.
- Bullshit! I like dick. Some good dick.
As a matter of fact,
now you're just connected
to a thick bank roll.
- It's more than sex with us.
- [Jordan] Bitch, you tell it.
- It is. You wouldn't believe
what he did on our first date.
- What, show up late with a
six pack of beer and a video?
- He sang to me.
- Get out of here.
Okay. So he has the pipes of life.
But what other the type
of pipe does he have?
- Wouldn't you like to know?
- Yes, and if you don't tell
me, Imma run us off this road.
♪ You got a style, you got
a taste, girl, taste girl ♪
♪ And if you was mine, I
would keep you laced, girl ♪
♪ So you do your thing, girl ♪
♪ You doing your thing, doing your thing ♪
♪ Doing your thing, yeah ♪
♪ Do your thing, girl ♪
♪ You doing your thing, doing your thing ♪
♪ Doing your thing, yeah ♪
♪ This goes out to my hot style mamas ♪
♪ Whose fit game has been
dressing hot style on us ♪
♪ Rocking your red Dolce and Gabbana ♪
♪ Has got a pair with your
Christian, Louis Vuittons ♪
♪ Mani pedi with your hair did ♪
♪ You a fashionista, you got it, ma ♪
♪ I could tell from your
Givenchy, Prada, Balenciaga ♪
- You realize the little
taste I had was on the house?
Man gotta know the quality of what
he's selling in order to get top dollar.
You got the right name though, girl.
Lovely, because the pum
pum was just that. Lovely.
We gon' line up a couple of
ballers from out of town.
They'll come to you.
You'll never see 'em again.
Shoot, a couple of weeks of hard work,
you'll be in there like swimwear.
And of course, a 10% fee for my services.
It's all good.
You'll be hearing from me again.
♪ Red Dolce and Gabbana's got a pair ♪
♪ With your Christian, Louis Vuittons ♪
♪ Mani pedi with your hair did ♪
♪ You a fashionista, you got it, ma ♪
♪ I could tell from your Givenchy, Prada ♪
(gun blasting)
- Shit! What the fuck!
(upbeat music)
(guns blasting)
- Please don't. Don't.
(gun blasting)
(upbeat music)
(guns blasting)
♪ You know you driving them insane ♪
♪ Girl, I'm really feeling
the way you do the thing ♪
♪ Yeah, top shelf like this ace, girl ♪
♪ And since it was a race,
you'll be first place, girl ♪
♪ You got style, you got taste, girl ♪
♪ You know if you was mine, I
would keep you laced, girl ♪
♪ So you do your thing, girl ♪
♪ You doing your thing, doing your thing ♪
(gun blasting)
(upbeat music)
♪ You doing your thing, doing
your thing, doing your thing ♪
♪ You doing your thing, doing
your thing, doing your thing ♪
♪ You doing your thing, doing
your thing, doing your thing ♪
♪ You doing your thing, doing
your thing, doing your thing ♪
(doorbell ringing)
- Baby, you see my shorts over there?
- Shit, you looking for these?
I thought it was something else.
- You so silly.
(doorbell ringing)
- Who was that at the door?
- Frankie. Had to lend her some money.
- I don't know why you calling it a loan.
Bitch ain't got no job.
Ain't looking for no job.
Broke ass bitch can't even spell job.
You need to call it
what it is. It's a gift.
- She'll pay me back when she
gets her income tax check.
- Yeah, well you gotta have an income
in order to get an income tax check.
- Yo, put that down.
- Quit tripping.
It's a damn paintball
gun. It ain't even loaded.
- Paintball or not, it's
still a fucking gun. Shit.
- What?
You're afraid Imma bust a cap in your ass
with for talking about my friend.
- Don't ever fucking put
your hands on me again!
You see what you made me do?
Shit.
(dramatic music)
(water running)
- So you finally go and
crack that FedEx piggy bank?
What you gon' buy, another house?
- Nope. I'm getting out.
- You gonna take that
vacation finally? I hear that.
But you should have enough stash
for what, two or three dozen vacations.
- I mean, out of the game.
- This is a joke, right?
- How do you figure?
- Let me put it into perspective.
You've been playing the
role of motivational speaker
but really putting down
scores for Channing for, what?
- Ever since I failed the bar exam.
Five years. A month in a month out.
- Right.
And beyond the fact that you
don't know how to do shit else,
what makes you think Channing's
even gonna let you out?
- Channing and I are like sisters.
- What does it have to do with
the price of pussy on Sunset?
- I want to have Leonard's children.
I pulled all of my money out of the bank.
Leonard and I are going to
the Cayman Islands tonight.
- There you go. Thinking
with your clit again.
Channing know this?
- I'm gonna tell her when
I deliver the chips and the books.
- Good luck with that.
- Imma be good, girl.
(slow music)
- Good. Very good.
You guys did good.
(drink pouring)
(glass clanking)
So you want to talk about it?
- It?
- Yes, it.
You wanna retire.
- How did you know?
- I know the look. I've seen
it in the mirror before.
Why?
- I met someone.
- A man?
- A good man.
Leonard Williams.
- [Channing] The mechanic.
(dramatic music)
- I love him.
- Let's see, my little love bird.
You made 300,000 last year
and whatever you and Jordan
skimmed off each hit.
67,000 in the bank. Another
140,000 in stocks and bonds.
And last week, they
approved your black card.
So let me ask you again. Why?
(dramatic music)
I didn't know what I was going
to do after I failed the bar exam.
And you brought me in
and you made me a part
of something special.
And it's not that I'm ungrateful for that.
It's just that I'm...
- In love.
- Yeah.
- You know,
if you love this man and he loves you,
leave tonight and never come back.
- Thank you.
(dramatic music)
- Go.
(dramatic music)
(crickets chirping)
(slow music)
- Leonard?
- Sydney.
Sydney.
- Hey, you're up.
- Yeah.
Man, that chicken soup you gave me worked.
(slow music)
- Can we talk?
- I mean, I was about to go take a shower,
but what's wrong?
Bad day?
- I have something to ask you.
It's the most important
question in my life right now.
- Aiit.
- Do you love me?
- Come on. That's a silly question.
Of course I love you.
I've told you I love you.
Yes, baby. I love you.
- Do you love me enough to go
to the Cayman Islands tonight?
- Wait, I don't understand.
What about your job?
- I quit.
Now will you go with me?
- You quit?
- Yeah.
- You wanna go now?
- I've got two plane tickets
and a car will be here in an hour.
- Sounds like you already made a decision.
Of course I'll go with you. Yes.
(Sydney inhaling sharply)
(dramatic music)
(Leonard breathing heavily)
You going now.
- I loved you.
- I know.
I know.
(slow music)
- She retired.
- Yup. Got her retirement fund right here.
- Good work.
- I do what I do.
- It's a shame though.
I think I loved her.
- Just not as much as you love money.
(Channing snapping fingers)
- Let's go.
(somber music)
(upbeat music)
- See, I'm telling you, girl.
A nigga hit you once,
them go and hit you again.
- But he said he didn't even
mean it. It was an accident.
- The first man that accidentally beat him
and see how him like it.
- Hey, y'all remember Jordan.
She worked with Sydney.
- Yeah, I remember seeing
you at the funeral.
- Well, I see you're all moved in
and you let your girls here and all.
- Yeah. You know, we doing our thing.
Jordan brought over some
photos to add to the scrapbook.
Can I get you something to drink?
- Yeah. Whatever y'all drinking is cool.
So what's going on?
- Out there fighting lines with switches.
- And talking about
these tired ass niggas.
You can't live with them and
you can't live without 'em.
- You need to learn how
to live without Maurice
if you don't want to end up in a hospital.
- [Tasha] Maurice said he was sorry.
- I'd be sorry too if I
didn't have no place to stay.
I don't know why you let him live
with you in the first place.
- But Maurice isn't all bad.
In the beginning, he was real cool.
- Correct. Cool in the beginning.
It's what I'm saying in the
long run you must worry about.
- Besides, ain't no woman gon' get
with no man that starts
off acting a damn fool.
- It has to do with the guy's parents.
If he sees the father beating the mother,
he thinks that's how it's supposed to be.
- Now that's a woman
that knows about a man.
- I don't know.
Them sound like excuses to me.
They know right from wrong.
I don't know what you saw in him.
This is a classic case
of domestic violence.
- Maurice was funny.
He knew how to make me laugh.
Told me this crazy joke the other day.
What's that useless flesh
around a lesbian's pussy called?
- I give up, what?
- A lesbian (laughs).
- Okay. Well, you know what?
I got to get up early, so Imma go.
- Okay. Thanks for
coming. I'll show you out.
- Now, see, why did you have to say that?
I told you what Sydney said
about her getting with girls.
- I forgot.
Y'all should've gave me
the heads up she was gay.
- Like what? Hey, everybody.
This is Jordan, Sydney's
friend, who eats pussy.
You need to learn how to be
politically correct girl.
- One random comment
and now I'm gay bashing.
- See, now I'm gonna call
and apologize for you.
- Well, somebody needs to
teach me about this girl thing.
- Maybe they have classes
about it. Dyke 101.
- I'm not gonna remember that.
Can you write that down for me?
What?
I'll write it down myself.
- I just got this new job.
Imma fuck around and
lose it over this shit.
- [Cuz] What are you talking about?
- Cuz, man, caught a
domestic violence case.
- [Cuz] Trifling ass bitches.
Always trying to keep the black man down.
- Right.
- [Cuz] That's why I
only date white girls.
- Nigga, what? You already know me.
I had to put my pin pan down.
- [Cuz] That's right.
- I hate a bitch can't take a punch.
- [Cuz] You used the smack a bitch method?
- Trick ass bitch wasn't complaining
the other night when I was smacking
that ass while I was running up in her.
- [Cuz] Fuck me. Spank me. Pull my hair.
- Right. I love that shit, yo.
- [Cuz] I feel you, dog.
- Man, I'm telling you,
next time I should just kill the bitch.
One side of the story, easy to tell.
You feel me, my nigga?
- [Cuz] You should have did her OJ style.
- Hell yeah.
Yo man, she ain't answering anyway.
Imma just raise up out of here.
Imma hit you back later.
- [Cuz] Aiit, dog.
- Aiit.
- [Cuz] I'll hall at you.
- One.
- [Tasha] How'd you get in here?
- You changed the apartment locks,
but I still got my building key.
- Not anymore you don't.
- Tasha.
I came all the way down here
and bought you a present.
Smell that.
That's something that will head bank
a bookie straight to your brain type shit.
Let's twist one up and do what
we do. Come on. What you say?
- So you just come down here all blasting
and I'm supposed to forget
about how you slapped me around?
- Didn't I say I was
sorry? Ain't that enough?
I thought we been through this.
- You beat my ass. No, it's not enough.
And something's really wrong with you
if you think that it should be.
- Aiit, then. Be that way, bitch.
Act pretty if you want to.
You ain't that fucking fine anyway.
I got mad bitches blowing up
my phone trying to get with.
Fuck around with this bitch.
Yo, Lisa.
(Lisa speaking in foreign language)
- I've been thinking about you, baby.
(mellow music)
- And no other girl this up?
You can't do it.
- I can never get those dances.
I appreciate you staying over.
Being here is still a little weird for me.
- A little glass of liquor. I'm here.
- For sure.
Look, we all know Tasha a little dingy,
but that shit she told
Jordan was right out there.
- And you see how the girl
get stuck up and left?
I don't know how that
was your sister's friend.
You know say, I see her at the funeral,
and she don't even speak.
- It's funny you should mention that.
Because the last time Sydney
and I spoke, we argued.
- About the $300 something?
- Yeah.
- It's probably why it happened.
No, man. A bad joke me a make. I'm sorry.
- Don't apologize.
There's a lot you didn't
know about Sydney.
She had a side to her.
And although she treated me
like shit when she was alive,
she left me everything.
House, the car, money in the bank.
- Okay, so Sydney was a
tough pill to swallow.
But you see, everyone
have them good points.
It's just a shame she had
to die to learn about hers.
- Yeah.
- Empty.
- Shit, we out.
Sydney got something up in here.
- She must have some
liquor about the place.
- She used to hide it from me.
- And what that, a
portable liquor cabinet?
- Damn, sister.
What the hell were you into?
- Apparently, there's a whole lot
you didn't know about Sydney either.
(slow music)
(doorbell ringing)
(slow music)
(water splashing)
(slow music)
- Can I help you?
- Tasha Ramsey?
- Mm-hmm.
- Now this nigga is trying flowers.
Hold on, I think you're
gonna be taking these back.
- [Jordan] Hey, Tasha.
I thought I'd sent you some flowers
so that you could see
that all all us lesbians
aren't all useless.
- No, I'm good. Thank you.
(slow music)
- You wanna make money, ladies?
You've got to use the
talents that God gave you.
Because we're talking about what?
Being bloated, some new carb
diet that isn't working,
guy you met at a club stood you up
when you wanted a meaningful relationship.
Bullshit, right?
Let's talk about something important.
Sensuous cosmetics, the
one vocation created
for women by women.
Symbolically personified in the form
of a convertible Cadillac.
And you want that Cadillac,
but you can't have it.
You wanna know why?
Because you're a weak bitch.
I have been giving
motivational speeches for years
and I have never met a sorrier bunch
of bitches than yourselves.
You can't sell cosmetics.
You're not a woman.
So take your ass home
and serve your husbands'
and boyfriends' dinner.
Pop a chicken pot pie in the oven
or let him pop one in you
because if you can't
sell sensuous cosmetics,
that's all you're good for.
Do you think that Madonna and Oprah wake
up every morning with your attitude?
No. Get out there.
Every broad that ever smeared
on lipstick is a potential client.
Some chick calls you up and asks you,
does she need makeup?
The question isn't, does she need makeup?
It's an essential accessory.
A woman needs makeup like she needs shoes.
Pretty young thing doesn't ask you
to her trailer park
unless she wants to buy.
She wants to give you her money
to make herself beautiful.
Define her eyes.
Give her cheeks a youthful blush.
Let her bask in the glory of
sexual glow without the sex.
Give her the dream.
Because if you can't do that,
you better put on your stilettos
and hit the pavement, princess,
cause you're out of here.
And you'll be sitting around
a section eight apartment
with two fleas sucking your tits
to your knees watching cable talking
about I'm every woman,
when you could have been.
(bullets clattering)
(phone ringing)
- This is Jordan.
- Hey, Jordan.
- [Jordan] Hey Frankie.
So how'd the scrapbook go?
- Good. Good.
Again, I am so sorry about
what Tasha said. She's...
- You know what? Don't worry
about it. It's no big deal.
Besides, I sent her flowers.
- You did?
Wow. Good for you.
- Yeah, it is, isn't it?
- I was going through
some of Sydney's papers
and I was kind of curious as
to what kind of work she did.
- Well, as a rule, we're
into sales, but occasionally,
we're asked to give motivational speeches
to some of the employees.
You know, stimulate them,
bring their numbers up.
That kind of thing.
- Would you know why she'd have a gun?
(dramatic music)
- Sydney had a gun?
- Sydney had lots of guns.
- Well, she was your sister.
If you don't know, I couldn't tell you.
- I thought maybe he had them
because somebody was trying
to bother her or something.
- Listen, Frankie, I
gotta get some work done.
So if you wanna talk again,
just give me a buzz. Okay?
- Yeah.
Thanks anyway.
- Okay.
(headset beeping)
(dramatic music)
(phone ringing)
- Aha.
- [Jordan] Hey, pretty girl?
- Jordan?
- I dreamt about you last night.
- Tell me I was dressed.
- I could, but I'd be lying.
You know the thing with girls like you?
- [Tasha] Straight girls?
- Yeah.
- What's the thing with girls like me?
- You're fed up with men
who treat you like shit,
but you're too intimidated
to try new things.
- [Tasha] What new things?
- Women.
- [Tasha] That's not exactly new.
- Well, you and I are.
You like the flowers I sent you?
- Yeah. They made me feel good.
- Then we'll be safe to say
that I made you feel good.
- I see where you're going with this.
- Then let me go there.
I promise you'll feel better
than when you got the flowers.
- Can you just give me some
time to think about this?
- Sure.
I just gave you five seconds.
- This doesn't feel right.
Hello?
(headset beeping)
Hello? Hello, are you there?
(slow music)
(upbeat music)
- Thank you.
I ain't mad at you, ma.
You sure know how to handle your business.
You know what it is?
- Shade told me you were special.
You put it on me like a champ.
You got a real diamond,
hard diesel dick and you
know what to do with it.
- Cold metal specialist, baby.
You know how us gangsters do.
(lady laughing)
- You must watch a lot of videos (laughs).
Every nigga that watches
videos want to be a gangster.
- That's cute.
Let me tell you something. Come here.
(upbeat music)
Now there's two versions of reality.
When people tell it to
your face, and this one.
(lady screaming)
This ain't no video trick.
(lady gasping)
(lady screaming)
(doorbell ringing)
- Jordan, you shouldn't
have come over here.
(tense music)
You're assuming a lot or practicing
to be a Victoria's Secret model.
(slow music)
- It's cool if you don't want to.
(Tasha gasping)
But you'd be a fool if you don't want to.
(Tasha gasping)
- Jordan.
Please.
Fuck me.
(slow music)
♪ Hope you're ready for this ♪
♪ Hope you can handle this ♪
♪ Hope you know just
what I want from you ♪
♪ I've been waiting so long ♪
♪ Feelings getting strong ♪
(slow music)
(Tasha moaning)
- [Jordan] Is it good to you?
- Aha.
- [Jordan] Say yes.
- Yes.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Yes, ma'am.
- You want some more?
- Aha.
- More?
- Yes.
Yes.
- I thought you were straight.
- No more.
- No more, huh?
- Uh-uh.
- Say no.
- No.
- No, ma'am.
- No, ma'am.
(Tasha moaning)
- So who do you belong to?
- You.
- Who?
- You!
- [Jordan] Who?
- You!
(Tasha moaning)
(slow music)
- So how do you feel now?
- Better than when I got the flowers.
- Well, just for the record,
I'm not some pathetic lesbian stalker.
- I didn't think you were.
- You know the way I
showed up at your door.
- Aggressive, but a gift from heaven.
- Well, there are several religious groups
that would disagree with you.
So would you still think
I was a gift from heaven
if I was a man who showed up
at your door in his underwear?
- I would think you were a stalker.
- You smoke a lot?
- I could do this for a
living. You want a hit?
I actually brought something
else to party with.
(slow music)
You want a hit?
(slow music)
- Yeah.
- You ever done this before?
- No, but I've done a
lot of things tonight
I haven't done before.
Why stop now?
- You sure?
(slow music)
(glass clanking)
(dramatic music)
(upbeat music)
(phone beeping)
(phone ringing)
- Yeah?
- Wassup, girl?
- I don't know. Just trying
to figure something out.
- Anyway, I just wanted to say thank you
for hooking me up with Jordan.
- I didn't hook you up with her.
You did that all by yourself.
- Whatever. So I'm
seeing her again tonight.
- Second date.
- The first day, wasn't really a date.
It was more like...
- Sex?
- [Tasha] Very good sex.
- Is there any other kind?
- With men there is.
- I'm the wrong person
to talk to about that.
- [Tasha] Because Jordan's gay?
- No 'cause she lied to me
when I talked to her about Sydney.
- How do you know?
- [Frances] I don't know.
- Well, I can respect that.
As long as it's not because
you're a new member of the
church of I hate gay people.
- Starting to feel guilty about
my relationship with Sydney.
We were never as close
as sisters should be.
- You should never live
your life with regrets.
- Then how do I deal with the guilt?
- Be more like me.
- Get high every day and start
dating women? No, thank you.
Imma have to talk to
somebody else about this.
- All right, but when
you're done comparison
shopping for friends,
you can call me back.
- Don't worry about your phone.
- You do you and I'll do me.
- No, Jordan will be doing you.
- I know that's right (chuckles).
(slow music)
♪ I can't stop thinking about you ♪
♪ From the moment we met ♪
♪ There was a strong desire ♪
♪ And I never will forget
that look in your eyes ♪
♪ Everything you said,
it was right on time ♪
♪ Had me open like a book ♪
♪ And you could read my mind ♪
♪ Last night ♪
♪ We made love ♪
(slow music)
♪ You destroyed my defenses, yes you did ♪
♪ And you broke me down ♪
♪ Chemistry was so intense ♪
♪ There was no getting around it ♪
♪ And you took me in your arms ♪
♪ Like a sexy love scene ♪
♪ And a tear fell from my eye ♪
♪ How did it get so deep ♪
♪ Last night ♪
♪ We made love, yeah ♪
♪ So beautiful ♪
♪ Incredible ♪
♪ Last night ♪
♪ Last night ♪
♪ I fell in love ♪
♪ So intimate ♪
♪ So wonderful ♪
♪ I meant it from your touch ♪
♪ Temptation was too much ♪
♪ It's hard for me to speak ♪
♪ You make my body weak ♪
♪ You take my breath away ♪
♪ No other words to say ♪
♪ This must be love ♪
(slow music)
♪ Last night ♪
♪ Falling in love with you, baby ♪
♪ You drive me crazy ♪
(singers vocalizing)
(slow music)
(dramatic music)
(phone ringing)
- Hello?
- Hey, girl.
- Hey, Frankie. What a go on?
- I just had a quick question.
- On Sydney's calendar, it said that
you did her hair the day before
she went on a date with this Leonard guy.
- You know your sister.
Love call last minute
and act up if I don't take
her without an appointment.
- Did she ever talk about Leonard?
- No, not really, but she did tell
me some man named Shade know him.
- Who's Shade?
- Some tip-looking man used
to get him girl hair done at the shop.
- You got a number one on him?
- Why would I have a pimp's number?
- Can you see if you
can get a number on him?
- I'll ask around at the shop.
But me nuh make a promise.
- For sure.
- All right. Love you, girl.
- Hey, sorry I'm late.
- You could have called.
- I was at work.
- They don't have phones where you work?
- Look, I'm a grown ass woman
and there's a lot of pressures where I...
I see you've been busy.
- Not really.
- They were in the kitchen drawer.
Found them when I was looking
for the corkscrew for the wine.
- You do know I wasn't
born yesterday, right?
- Yeah.
- And although you a virgin
to this lifestyle, I wasn't.
- Forget it. Let's just eat.
- No, not yet.
You haven't thanked me for
the flowers I gave you.
- The flowers you gave me three weeks ago?
- Yeah.
- I thanked you.
- No, you didn't.
- What do you want me to do?
- Crawl.
(Tasha laughing)
- You're kidding, right?
- No.
- You think I'm just gonna...
(blows landing)
- Crawl, bitch! Crawl! Crawl, bitch!
(phone ringing)
- Hello?
- Hey, Frankie.
- Lovely.
What time is it?
- [Lovely] Late. What ya do, sleep?
- Yeah, but it's okay.
Is something wrong?
- No.
Me good.
Look, I was just calling.
The man, Shade, who you look for,
him live at the motel on Third and Main.
You know it?
- Yeah. Yeah. Good looking out.
You sure you all right?
- Yeah, man.
Don't worry yourself. I'm all right.
(birds chirping)
(slow music)
- Isn't it a little early
in the day to be drinking?
- Not for what I have to tell you.
(slow music)
According to Sydney's calendar,
she was seeing a guy named Leonard.
I checked her charge card and she
and Leonard was supposed to get on a plane
and fly to the Cayman Islands
the night she was killed.
She saw this guy almost
every day for a month,
but he wasn't at the funeral
and he hasn't called once.
Zero. Nothing.
- He's cute, for a guy.
Well, what do you think is going on?
- I don't know.
But I think your
girlfriend knows something
and I want you to find out what it is.
- And I think you need to stop
drinking so early in the day.
- Why you gotta bring that up?
I'm your best friend.
- And Jordan's my woman.
- Would you take off
those goddamn sunglasses?
'Cause I can't believe
you're choosing her over me.
- My God. Tasha, did Maurice...
- I haven't seen Maurice
since I hooked up with Jordan.
- And where was she when
you was getting the shit beat out of you?
(slow music)
Did that bitch put her hands on you?
- Don't call my bitch no bitch.
Jesus, we got in an argument.
I pushed her buttons.
- Don't say it. Do not say
that this was your fault.
- Don't start with me. Please.
(slow music)
- I'm not fucking with you for
the sake of fucking with you.
I'm telling you this because I care.
- And I think you think
I'm made out of porcelain.
- Then what are you gonna do about it?
- I love Jordan.
- If this was a man,
we wouldn't be having this conversation.
- You don't have to pretend
to be at good friend, Frankie.
You are a good friend. I gotta get back.
(slow music)
(dramatic music)
(door knocking)
- Economy going to hell in a hand basket.
(door knocking)
Get the goddamn door, yo.
The fuck? You hard of hearing?
- I worked last night.
- Hi, I'm looking for Shade.
- Some bitch for you.
(upbeat music)
- You hear about the thing?
- You're Shade?
- I'm the one you wanna be under
when the heat is too much for you, Shade.
- This look good.
- Ayo, what is you doing?
- What?
- There's money in the street, yo.
Get to getting, bitch.
Fuck wrong with you?
Come on now. Fuck.
Ayo, Sunny, don't fucking play with me.
I will wipe the floor with yo ass.
Should have put her in a
goddamn corporation here, fuck.
Seen a whole lot of bristles
in my day but you nice.
You well nice.
- Thank you. But...
- Ain't no buts, baby.
Me and you gon' make a
whole lot of money together.
Imma be your number one man, right?
- I don't...
- No, no, no, no, no, no.
Don't talk like that.
- I think this was a mistake.
- Where the fuck you going, bitch?
You don't go nowhere
unless Shade say you do.
- Lovely said...
- Lovely?
(Shade laughing)
- Jody Wallace sent you?
- Who?
(Shade laughing)
- No, Lovely said...
What's so funny?
- Girl, you ain't got no
idea what you almost got.
Wasn't nothing nice.
Boy.
- [Frances] You're crazy.
- What can I say?
It ain't no shrimp fried
rice and newspapers out here.
Fuck you want?
- You know Leonard Williams?
- With the Business?
That's what they call them.
Anybody that fucks up,
he gives him the business
end of a sharp knife.
High-end pro.
- You're friends?
- Friends? No, he ain't got no friends.
Say, we used to rock back in the day
until he put the business
on one of my girls.
Cut the bitch up so bad,
I couldn't even make a dollar off of her.
Had to send her ass back to Orange County.
- You know where I can find him?
- Sure you wanna do that?
That building over there
through Haney and Wilsher.
- That's where my sister worked.
- That's what the Business works too.
Non-smoking building, they be
in the back, blazing it up.
I'm telling you right
now, he a slick talker.
You going after him,
you better be careful,
or you gon' get the business.
- You know where he live at?
- You know what?
I done said all I'm
about to say, sweetheart.
Anything else, you got to be wearing
a whole lot less than
what you already are.
(slow music)
♪ I've been a player for far too long ♪
♪ Singing the same old song ♪
♪ I've had women all around the world ♪
♪ And my life's not complete ♪
♪ Not without you, girl ♪
♪ I wanna make my house a home ♪
♪ Girl, I don't wanna be alone ♪
♪ Share my fortune and all of my fame ♪
♪ Girl, I'm ready to
give you my last name ♪
♪ You, you have all of me, everything ♪
♪ Totally ♪
♪ I'll make the sacrifice ♪
(slow music)
(phone ringing)
- Hello?
- [Woman] Skank.
- Hello?
- [Woman] You're Jordan's new bitch?
- Who is this?
- [Woman] She's using you.
- Who is that?
- I don't know.
Are you going somewhere?
- One of the girls at the
office is having a party
so I thought I'd stopped
through and show my face.
- What else are you gonna show 'em?
- Well, what's that supposed to mean?
- This is the fourth time this
week that you've gone out.
- You know what? I don't have to go.
It looks like you cooked.
Too bad I'm not hungry.
- What?
- I'm not hungry.
- Okay.
Don't eat.
(dishes clanking)
- You either high or out
of your fucking mind.
Now clean this shit up.
- Fuck you, bitch. Clean it up yourself.
- No, fuck you, bitch.
You obviously don't know
who you fucking with.
- I don't take this shit from no man
and I'm damn sure not
gonna take it from you.
- Bitch, when I slap you,
you'll take it and like it.
- I ain't no bitch.
(tense music)
Fuck you, bitch.
- Fuck off me.
Crazy ass hoe.
(tense music)
- Shit.
(both groaning)
(tense music)
- Who's my bitch?
Say it or I swear to God
I'll break your fucking arm.
- I'm your bitch.
- [Jordan] What? I didn't hear you.
- I'm your bitch.
- And don't you ever fucking forget it.
(Tasha crying)
If it'll make you feel any
better, you never had a chance.
I'm a professional killer. It's what I do.
It's what Sydney did and it's
why her boyfriend killed her.
And if you ever thinking
about leaving me, stop,
because I will find you
and I will break every bone in your body.
(Tasha sobbing)
(door knocking)
- There she is.
How you doing, sweetie?
You look great.
- You get the something for my mother?
- Did I get the visa?
(dramatic music)
- Lord God. I can't believe it done.
- Done? Look, there's no
reason to mess up a good thing.
- You gon' talk to me, or did
somebody else walk in here?
- What is that supposed to mean?
- Means the days of you
pimping me over a long time.
I'm done.
(dramatic music)
- Bitch, you've done when
I say you done (groans).
Come on. You can't tell
me you didn't like it.
A different dick for
every day of the week.
(Corbin groaning)
Motherfucker.
Stinking bitch.
(Corbin gasping)
- Mr. Corbin.
Mr. Corbin.
(dramatic music)
This nigga dead.
(dramatic music)
Yes. Hello?
My lawyer, he's having a heart attack.
Yes, please hurry. He needs help.
(slow music)
(phone beeping)
- [Frances] Hello?
- Hey, girl. It's me.
- [Frances] Tasha?
- You got time to talk?
(slow music)
- Damn, Tasha, what happened to your arm?
- Girl, I broke it rollerskating.
- [Frances] And you didn't call me?
- Did you suddenly get
a degree in medicine?
- If you wanted to talk crazy,
we could have did that over the phone.
- I didn't want Jordan to
know I was talking to you.
- Why? She might think I'm
trying to get with you?
- No, I didn't want her to know
that I was going to tell you
that your sister, Sidney,
was a professional killer
and she was murdered by her boyfriend.
(slow music)
- Leonard.
- The guy you showed me
in the picture. Yeah.
- But how do you know?
- I lied to you when I said
that I broke my arm rollerskating.
Jordan broke my arm.
- You need to do something about
that bitch before she kills you.
(slow music)
You know, the Lord only helps
those who help themselves.
(slow music)
- Then pray for me.
(slow music)
(door banging)
(car engine roaring)
(door banging)
- Whoa. What's going on here?
- You killed my sister.
- Lady, I don't even know you.
- Sydney loved you and you killed her.
- Frankie.
Sydney's Frankie?
- Amazing what a 38
can do for your memory.
- Look, look, look, look.
Slow your roll, sister, aiit?
You don't wanna do nothing crazy.
- I wanna know how you can
do what you did to Sydney.
- Frankie, think this through. Okay?
It's not worth it.
You and your sister, you had nothing.
She didn't like you. You didn't like her.
You should hear some of the
things she said about you.
- What type of shit?
- Like you couldn't hold a job.
Like she always had to pay your rent.
You got knocked up, didn't
even know who the father was.
Always begging her for money.
And you know something? She had the money.
But she didn't give a shit about you.
(gun blasting)
Fucking bitch!
(gun blasting)
I did you a fucking favor!
You inherited what, two, $300,000?
And you wanna come in
here and do this shit?
- When your sister's killed,
you're supposed to do something.
It doesn't matter if you
didn't like each other.
But you're supposed to do
something because you're sisters.
- I can I have another
foot of road, bitch.
(gun blasting)
- So what's up with your bag out there?
I have to lend that to Frankie.
She's going on another trip.
(bullets clattering)
- We need to talk, but
I gotta unwind first.
(slow music)
♪ I'm tired of feeling like I do ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ No ♪
♪ I'm tired ♪
♪ I believed you when you
said you were ready for love ♪
♪ And I'm the one you've
been waiting for ♪
♪ I let you in so I got it ♪
♪ When you say you're unsure ♪
♪ You see, my love's
not a revolving door ♪
♪ I chose to love you with my heart ♪
♪ Want you to listen to my mind ♪
♪ To listen to my mind ♪
♪ I knew in time, love could get hard ♪
♪ Never thought it would make me mind ♪
♪ I used to say there's
nothing married love can give ♪
♪ Now this is how it feels ♪
♪ I don't wanna walk away but I'm tired ♪
♪ I'm tired ♪
♪ I'm sick of hearing your
excuses and forgiving you ♪
♪ I can't take another chance ♪
♪ I'm better off just leaving it behind ♪
- I packed up all my stuff.
Didn't wanna leave anything behind.
Looks like you got a case of the bad ones.
Rat poison will do that to you.
- You did this to me, you sick cunt.
(slow music)
(door creaking)
(slow music)
(door banging)