The Lies We Tell But the Secrets We Keep: Part 1 (2011) - full transcript

[ Gasp ]

Did you hear that?

Hear what?

I think I should go check.

[ Shouting ]

[ Music and Singing ]

[ Shouting ]

[ Music ]

[ Beeping Sound ]

[ Traffic Sounds ]

[ Background Conversation ]



Bri: Duff, can't you
get in the back seat?

Damn.

Tank: Hey, let me
hitch a ride back, man.

Dude, move and get your
ass in the back seat.

Bri: Tank, you
really changed.

You know that?

Tank: Here we go again, Bri.

How have I changed?

Bri: Let's just drop it.

I don't want to get into all
of that in front of Duff.

Tank: Bri, be cool.

That's my right-hand man.

Bri: You mean boyfriend?

Gay asses.



Tank: You better watch
your mouth, for real.

Bri: We never have
any privacy anymore.

It's like Duff is always around.

She even go with
you to the bathroom.

And ya'll say y'all not
fucking, man, whatever.

Tank: Man, get
that shit out of here.

Bri: You're going
to eventually lose me,

it's like ever since --

Tank: Ever since what?

Ever since my brother
got locked up?

Bri: Damn, I missed
Tasha's call, arguing with you.

Tank: Who cares, I don't
like her rat shit ass anyway.

Bri: Tasha wants Lil
Roni to come over tonight.

Tank: What time are we
dropping her little ass off,

then?

You know I be playing with you,
dang, you know I love you, girl.

Bri: I love you too, but
you be doing so much at times.

Tank: Yeah.

I know. That's just me.

But I get it together.

You'll see.

Bri: You better, or I'm going

to be giving all this
right here to someone else.

Tank: Yeah, okay.

And I'll beat both y'all asses.

Tasha: Hey, Bri.

Bri: What's up, girl?

I didn't even know you called.

Tasha: Girl, it's cool.

Bri: So what time do you
want us to drop Lil Roni off?

Tasha: You not bringing
them he-shes over to my house.

I don't want them
knowing where I live,

and plus they some thugs.

Bri: Tasha, chill out, damn.

Tasha: Whatever, Bri.

You know how I feel about Tank,
and I don't want it in my face.

Bri: Please, don't start,
I'm not in the mood, okay?

Tasha: Whatever.

I'm going to just pick
up Veronica later.

Just let me know when
you all will be home.

Bri: Yeah, okay, Tasha.

Bye.

Tank: Damn, what
was all of that about?

Bri: You know how Tasha
feels about me being gay.

Tank: You mean how she
feel about you being with me?

Bri: Babe, it don't have
nothing to do with me being

with you, it's the whole
point of me being gay.

Tank: But if she's your
friend it shouldn't matter.

Bri: And I agree.

But that's Lil Roni's
Godmother, so it is what it is.

Tank: Man, I think
she's just scared she might

like being with a woman.

Bri: I know, right?

Phil: Answer your phone.

Roni: What's up?

Phil: Your mom.

Roni: Ma?

Mrs. E: Hey Roni.

Your father passed
away this morning.

Ronie: Are you serious?

Mrs. E.: I don't
know, all they say is

that he must have
suffered a heart attack.

Roni: All right.

I'll let you know
when my flight is.

Mrs. E: I'm making
something to eat.

The food at the repast
didn't fill me up.

You hungry?

Roni: Yeah.

Smells good.

What are you cooking?

Mrs. E: Did you wash
your hands while you were

over there touching everything?

Roni: Dang, mom, my bad.

Mrs. E: With your nasty self.

Roni: Okay.

If I wash my hands
you'll make my plate?

Mrs. E: Hell no, there's
nothing wrong with your hands.

Roni: Damn, you used
to make dad a plate

when y'all were together.

Mrs. E: Yeah, and his ass
didn't deserve it either.

I still can't believe he's gone.

Roni: Me neither, man.

The preacher spoke a good
Sermon today about him, though.

Mrs. E.: Yeah, he really did.

Make sure you call
your grandmother.

She really took it hard.

Roni: I am.

Mrs. E.: You know, I'd have
still been with your father.

I had to go.

I couldn't put up with
his cheating no more.

I just couldn't do it no more.

Roni: I know.

I mean, maybe if y'all were
still together he would still

be alive.

Mrs. E.: Uh huh.

I doubt that.

Don't you remember what happened
the last time I caught your

father cheating on me?

Mr. E.: Hey, I am outside.

Okay. Cool.

Kesha: Hey Mr. E.

Mr. E: Hey, Kesha.

Kesha: Hey.

Roni: Dang.

What's up with your friend,
why's she still looking at me?

Kesha: She's not my friend.

Maybe she likes you.

Quinton: I don't
know, from the look

of things looks she like you.

Kesha: Don't play
with me like that.

Roni: What?

What did you say, Kesha?

Man I'm not trying to
punch you 'cause he here.

Man, I might bust you out.

Quinton: What she talking
about, bust you out like how?

Kesha: Don't listen
to her, she's just mad

because I don't want
her gay ass.

Roni: Gay?

What does that make you,
since you're my girlfriend?

Kesha: I am not your
girlfriend, Quinton,

don't believe her, she's lying.

Quinton: Look, I don't
know what's going on here,

but I'll let y'all
solve your issues alone.

Kesha: Stop lying.

I'm not your girlfriend.

Roni: Man, Kesha, you
was just on the phone

with me last night
blowing kisses to me.

Kesha: Q. Come
back, come back!

Roni: Kesha, don't
lie to him.

[ Background Conversation ]

[ Shouting ]

Roni: Dang, mama, I
can't believe you put

up with him for so long.

Mrs. E.: Yeah.

He wasn't even worth
me going to jail for.

Roni: I agree, but
when a woman is scorned,

ain't nothing you
can do about it.

Mrs. E.: Ain't
that the truth.

I would have been left him

if a certain someone wasn't
always covering for him.

Roni: Oh come on,
Mama, please don't start.

Mrs. E.: Whatever, whatever.

Roni: I was a kid, I
didn't know no better.

Mrs. E.: Yeah, whatever.

Roni: Look, Ma, can
I get your car keys,

I want to visit a few
friends in the neighborhood.

Mrs. E.: Roni, don't
go looking for no trouble.

Roni: Ma, what
kind of trouble?

Mrs. E.: Don't play dumb,
the whole reason why I sent you

to Idaho to live with Uncle
Phil the last two years.

Roni: Ma, I don't even
know her whereabouts.

Mrs. E.: Yeah, whatever.

All y'all hang in the
same little circle.

I'm sure she ain't hard to find.

Wherever she is, let her stay.

Roni: All right.

Ma, thanks, love you.

Mrs. E.: Yeah,
whatever, Roni.

Whatever.

Roni: What's up, Alex?

Alex: Man, what's good,
Roni, man, I miss your ass, man.

Where you been?

You back in the Chi?

Roni: I miss you too, man.

Yeah, I'm back.

Only because my father
passed away, though.

Alex: Awe, damn,
I'm sorry to hear that.

Roni: Thanks, man.

Alex: Hey, man, you talk to
your motherfucking cousin, Tic?

Roni: No, we don't
really talk.

What about you, you talk to her?

Alex: Shit naw
man, she's been MIA,

I haven't seen her ass.

Roni: I'm not surprised.

Alex: Hey, but shit, a
couple people that I ran

into they said they
saw her or whatever,

but she gained a lot of weight.

Roni: Dude, real talk.

My moms was talking to her moms,

and truth be told,
dude, she pregnant.

Alex: Pregnant?

Get the fuck out of here.

This nigga was talking
all this about me fucking

around with studs and this nigga
over here getting dicked down?

That's crazy as hell.

Roni: Yeah, it be
like that, sometimes.

Everybody got something
to hide or something.

I don't get it.

So anyway, what's up
with you and Tiara,

you all still together?

Alex: Shit, man, I see,

but yeah we are still
Together though.

We having a party tomorrow
night, you should come through.

Roni: A party, huh?

I don't know, man.

It depends on how I feel
after this funeral and stuff.

I don't know, I have to let
you know though, all right?

Alex: Let me know, dude.

You really should
come through, though.

But if you talk to Tic before
I do let her know she can come

through too.

She can bring her boyfriend.

Roni: Dude, she is not
going to admit that, but.

All right, I'll tell her,
see what she says, all right?

Alex: All right, man

Roni: All right.

Go on.

[ Phone Ringing ]

Bri: Hello?

Tasha: I'm here,
bring Veronica down.

Bri: Okay, let
me pack her bags.

Tasha: Bri, her bag
should have been packed,

I talked to you two hours ago.

Bri: Do you want
to come in and wait?

Tasha: No, I'm good.

Just hurry up.

Bri: All right, Tasha.

Damn.

Tank: Man, your
friend really got issues.

Bri: What did
she do now, Tank?

Tank: Damn, why
you say it like that?

Forget I even said anything.

Tank: I can't stand your
Godmother, her homophobic ass.

Bri: Tank, why you doing
that shit in front of my baby?

I told you about that.

Tank: My bad, Petey
will be here in a minute,

and I ain't bagged up yet.

Bri: And you couldn't wait
till I took her downstairs?

See, that's the shit
I be talking about.

Come on, Lil Roni.

Roni: Man, it's some
fine ass girls up in here.

You sure you don't
want a fem, Alex?

Sam: Man, I'm
just saying though,

even your girl loving
the strip club.

I'm just saying, bro, maybe
she having second thoughts too.

Alex: Dude, fuck you, Tiara
don't want another fucker,

I'm not worried about that
shit, she ain't going anywhere.

But anyway, I got a
little surprise for y'all.

Sam: Wait, what
kind of surprise?

Because too many fems in
here for us to be thinking

about another stud, that's
your shit, bro, you do you,

or whatever the fuck ever.

Okay? Y'all gonna see what
the fucking surprise is later,

but look, me and Tiara
have been with each other

for two fucking years, okay?

I love her, I care about her,
she's not going anywhere.

Roni: Okay, let me
ask you this, then.

What is it about another
stud that turns you on?

Alex: It's not
about just being

with a motherfucking stud, okay?

And in this relationship
I am the stud.

See, that's why I don't like
to talk to you motherfuckers.

Whatever, dude.

Look, it ain't about just
being with a stud, okay?

Look, like I said, I love
her, she's not going anywhere.

Roni: Let me ask
you another question,

you all using those
double-headed dildos

and what not?

Alex: Man, fuck you.

Okay? Look, it ain't about
just being a stud, man.

When we're in the bedroom,

we just two motherfucking
women in the bedroom, okay?

Roni: Okay, if you say so.

Alex: Whatever, can we
just drop this shit, man?

Roni: Drop it, fuck it.

Alex: Toast.

Sam: So Roni,
where you been hiding

at for the last two years, man?

Roni: Ain't nobody
been hiding.

Sam: Yeah, that's what
everybody else thinks.

That you're hiding from ole boy
goons 'cause they gonna get your

ass, man.

Roni: Man, fuck
you, and his goons.

And since you want to be all
up in my shit I went away

because my mom wanted
me to better myself.

So you don't know shit about me.

Alex: I guess she told
your little shit-starting ass.

I don't even know why the fuck
I invited you to my damn party.

You take your little
short ass home and leave.

Sam: Damn, I was just fucking

with y'all little
sensitive ass niggas --

Roni: Yeah.

Whatever.

Hey man, look, I'm about to go
talk to that girl over there.

She's fine as hell.

Sam: Yeah, I bet you
twenty dollars you don't get

her number.

Roni: I bet I do.

Watch me.

Can I get your number?

Jessica: That's
your come on line, huh?

Roni: Well, my name is
Roni, can I get your number?

Jessica: Roni, huh?

Roni: Yeah.

Jessica: No, I'm good.

I pass.

Sam: Ha, you thought you
was hot shit huh, nigga.

Now give me my motherfucking
twenty dollars.

Roni: Man, it's all good.

Let's go on over here to the
bar with these other chicks.

Sam: I hope you've got a
better come on line this time.

Roni: Hey, how are you doing?

My name Roni.

This is Sam.

Crystal: Roni, nobody wants
to get to know you or Sam.

Beat it.

Roni: Hey, Crystal, I
didn't see you over here.

Crystal: What
y'all want anyway?

Roni: Damn, since you
said it like that, not you!

[ Background Discussion ]

Roni: Seriously, what
about you, guy, girl?

Angel: Nah, neither.

I'm single and I
like it that way.

Roni: You're not just
telling me that, right?

Angel: No, I'm serious.

I mean I've got friends,
but that's about it.

Roni: What, fuck buddies?

Angel: Real funny.

No I'm not that kind of woman.

Roni: That's good to know.

Angel: So what about
you, got a fuck buddy?

Roni: No, I hate drama,
plus I'm to good for that,

you know what I'm saying.

Angel: I feel you on that.

Dre: Hey, bitch.

Roni: Hey, how are you doing?

Dre: I've been good, you?

Oh, she's pretty.

Angel: Thank you.

Dre: Roni, you
remember Julian, don't you?

Roni: Hey, hey,
how are you doing?

Of course, I hooked y'all up.

Dre: How you been,
you stay here now?

I want to get off now so
anyway, I'll see you all later.

Where are y'all about to go?

Dre: Wouldn't
you like to know?

[ Laughter ]

[ Music ]

Shine: Look at that
dude and his butt buddies.

[ Multiple Speakers ]

[ Gunshot ]

[ Screaming ]

[ Crying ]

[ Background Sounds ]

Angel: I think it's
time for me to go,

because I ain't trying
to get shot.

I don't know you well enough
to let you kiss my lips.

Roni: Oh, so you want
to play hard to get, huh?

Angel: No, not at all.

I'm just not easy.

Roni: I know you
think I'm cute.

Angel: I didn't say that.

Roni: Okay, you want
to play hard to get,

that's cool, that's cool.

I guess I'll give you a kiss
the next time around, huh.

Angel: Maybe.

Roni: See you later.

Angel: Bye.

[ Crying and Shouting ]

There are new calls for
the FBI to investigate a case

that has sparked outrage
across the country.

A 17-year-old boy,
unarmed, gunned down by a --

Jessica: Hey baby.

What's wrong with you?

Simone: What's up?

How was the party?

Jessica: It was okay.

Simone: Any studs
try to talk to you?

Jessica: Yeah, some slut
who thought she was the shit,

I think Rummy, Ronnie,
something like that.

Simone: Roni?

Jessica: Yeah.

What you know Roni?

Simone: Yeah, actually, I do.

Does she have a Mohawk
and a gap in her teeth?

Jessica: Yeah, I think she
had a Mohawk, but I wasn't all

in her mouth to see if
she had a gap or not.

Simone: Yeah, that's
what I needed to hear.

Jessica: Babe, you know
I'm not going anywhere,

you know I love my sugar daddy.

So stop acting like that.

Simone: You sure you don't
want anybody your own age?

Jessica: No.

I mean, for what?

I mean they're immature,
they're young, about games,

and I'm ready to settle down.

Simone: Well,
we'll see about that.

[ Knocking ]

Natalie: Come in.

Dr. Sanchez: Good afternoon,
Natalie, how are you today?

Natalie: I'm good.

Dr. Sanchez: Well as
you know we called you

in because we have the
results from your test.

Now I have good news
and bad news.

Which news do you want first?

Natalie: What's
the good news first?

Dr. Sanchez: Well, the
good news is you're three

months pregnant.

Natalie: Oh my God, are
you serious Dr. Patterson?

Dr. Sanchez: Yes, Natalie,
you're going to have a baby.

Natalie: Oh my
God, I'm so excited.

Dr. Sanchez: Okay, before
we get too carried away,

I have to tell you the bad news.

Natalie, your blood test
tested positive for HIV.

Natalie: No, that
can't be right.

Like, it has to be some kind
of mistake, because I just went

to the doctor like a
couple of months ago,

and everything was just fine.

Dr. Sanchez: You're
positive for HIV,

and I know this is very
devastating right now.

Finding out that
you're positive for HIV

and having a baby
at the same time.

Natalie: No!

Dr. Sanchez: You have several
options you can consider.

Natalie, you can keep the
baby and get treatment,

you can give the
baby up for adoption.

And the third choice is one
that we don't recommend.

Natalie --

you can get an abortion.

I'm sorry.

The doctor does abortions
for $300.

Natalie: No, there has
to be some kind of mistake.

This can't be right.

Dr. Sanchez: Natalie, listen.

Take the card Natalie.

Natalie: Thank you, but
I don't have $300 right now.

Tasha: Baby, what's wrong.

Jay: Tasha, I ain't feeling
this shit, for real, man.

Tasha: What do you
mean not feeling it?

Why not?

Jay: Look, it's
been a minute, like,

I feel like we need to spicen

up our love life a
little bit more, for real.

Tasha: Spicen it up like
how, what do you have in mind?

Jay: You really want to know?

Tasha: Yeah.

Jay: I want a threesome.

But for real.

I need that.

I definitely need
that, for real.

Tasha: Jay, are
you fucking serious?

Jay: I'm dead serious.

Tasha: I can't
believe you really ask me

to do that nasty shit.

Jay: Come on baby,
this my fantasy.

And it's like, if you really
love me then why should it be

an issue?

Tasha: Fantasy?

You need to pick another
fantasy, and nigga,

don't even use love as an excuse
for me to do that nasty shit.

Jay: Here we go
with this bullshit.

How is it nasty, Tasha?

Tasha: What do you mean how?

Jay, you want me to have
sex with another bitch?

Jay: Okay, and?

You act like I ask you to have a
whole relationship with a bitch.

It's only for one night.

Tasha: I don't give a fuck
if it's only for ten seconds.

The point is, Jay, you
want me to have sex

with a bitch, a bitch,
Jay, really?

Jay: Come on, baby.

I know. Look, it's every
man's fantasy to be

with two women at the same time.

And why can't you just
fulfill that for me

if you really love me?

Tasha: I don't
know about this, Jay.

I'm going think about it, but
that doesn't mean it's a yes.

Jay: You going
to think about it?

All right.

That's fine.

Mrs. E: You all packed to go?

Roni: I don't want to go
back to Idaho with Uncle Phil.

It's boring as hell out there
and there ain't shit to do.

Mrs. E: Better
watch your mouth.

Roni: My bad but I
don't want to go back.

Mrs. E: Do you really
want to be in Chicago?

Look how dangerous it is,
you see what just happened

to your friend, Julian

Roni: Ma, I know, but
I'll stay out of trouble.

Mrs. E: You mean stay away
from that damn Bri character?

Roni: No, Ma, stay
out of trouble, period.

Mrs. E: Uh huh.

You can stay.

But the minute that I find
out that you're messing back

around with that girl you're
moving your ass back to Idaho.

Roni: Ma, technically
I'm grown,

I ain't got to leave
if I don't want to.

Mrs. E: You know
what, you're right.

But I'll tell you what
you will have to do

if you start messing
back around with her.

Roni: What's that, Ma?

Mrs. E: Get the
hell out of my house,

because I'm not putting up with
that bullshit here no more.

No more. Uh huh.

Roni: I know, Ma.

Bri: Why did you
have to invite Duff?

Tank: Bri, you
know I'm all she got.

Be quiet before she hear you.

Bri: I want her to hear me.

Tank: That don't
make no sense.

Auntie Shavon: All
right, all right, who is it?

Shit. Who is it?

Bri: Bri.

Auntie Shavon: Girl,
beating on the door like that.

Well how are you doing?

Auntie Shavon:
Oh Lord have mercy.

Bri: I'm hungry.

Auntie Shavon: Oh, the baby.

So sweet. Hey Tank, hey.

Bri: I cannot believe
she brought him here, God.

Tank: What's wrong, babe?

Bri: I don't feel good.

And then on top of that, she
brought this nigga here, like --

that's crazy, like --
all the stuff just --

Tank: Brought who?

Bri: Evette.

She brought her goofy ass
nigga Floyd here, like --

I didn't tell you, but
a couple of years ago --

no, he actually raped
me for a few years,

and it's just so much --

Tank: Wait, wait, wait,

you talking about that
dumbass nigga that's

with your sister right now?

Bri: Yes, yes.

Man. I don't know
why she brought him.

Look, I didn't tell you
for you to overreact, okay?

It's Thanksgiving.

Let's just be coo, okay.

Just let it go.

Tank: Okay, but if he
get out of line I'm going

to take care of him, okay?

Bri: All right,
just please, just --

just keep your cool, please.

It's Thanksgiving,
it's my aunt's house.

Tank: I can't believe him.

Come here man, you okay?

Bri: Yeah, I'm
good, I'm good --

Bri: Be cool, baby.

Come on. Let's eat.

Tank: All right, I'll
be out there in a minute.

[ Background Sounds ]

[ Background Conversation ]

Evette, check
your man, honey,

because he's getting
on my nerve.

Evette: What are
you guys talking about?

Do you see what I see?

Floyd: No, what do you see?

I see you acting the
fool at the dinner table.

Evette: Really, really --

Floyd: We gonna go
through this again?

For real?

Auntie Shavon: I ain't
gonna have this in my house.

Floyd: Sorry, Auntie.

Bri: Floyd, get the fuck
away from me, seriously.

Could you move?

No, I really don't.

Floyd: You don't miss this?

Bri: No.

Could you move?

Oh my God.

Floyd: What are you
going to do about it all --

Bri: Could you move, please?

Floyd: What you going
to tell your sister again,

like last time?

Bri: You know I
don't want no problems,

I will tell my sister, move.

I will. Get the fuck
out of my way, man.

Floyd: She ain't
gonna believe you anyway.

[ Background Conversation ]

[ Background Sounds ]

Evette: We need to talk.

Why the fuck are you
walking away from me --

Floyd: What do
we need to talk ?

Evette: How could
you do that to me?

Floyd: How could I do what?

Evette: I saw you, I saw
you in the fucking kitchen,

how could you do that to me?

That's my fucking sister.

Floyd: Don't put
your hands on me.

Evette: Or what, what
are you going to do?

What are you going to do?

What, you gonna do the
same thing you did a couple

of years ago?

[ Shouting ]

Evette: I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry I didn't
believe you.

I'm so sorry.

[ Background Sounds ]

Jessica: What
the fuck is this?

Yeah, okay.

I got an eviction notice.

I don't know, I thought
she had money too.

It don't make no sense.

I just walked in the house,
I seen the eviction notice

on the door, it don't
make no sense.

That's what I'm saying.

Look, I have to come into
the house, so I'm going

to call you tomorrow
because this shit is,

like it's blowing me.

All right, bye.

Simone: What's up, Jess?

Jessica: So I need
you to be honest with me.

Simone: I'm always
honest with you.

What's up?

Jessica: Did you pay
the rent for this month?

Simone: Damn.

No, I didn't.

Jessica: And why not?

Simone: Jess, I --

I have a gambling problem.

Jessica: And when were
you going to tell me?

Simone: I hadn't
planned on it.

I was just trying to
handle this on my own.

Jessica: Are you serious?

Simone: I'm very serious.

Jessica: Okay look, Simone
trying is not good enough.

This has to stop now, because
if it doesn't, I'm moving back

in with my mama, period.

Simone: I understand.

Damn, what am I gonna do.

I swear I don't want
to go back, man.

I don't.

What's up, Tic?

I want in.

Pooch: Man, D-Row's
doing work this shit.

I can already see it.

Tre: How is he doing
it, working on the bench?

Pooch: Man, you're
wearing a Bulls' jersey, man,

I don't even want to hear it.

He just figure add out how to
hit a mid range jumper, okay?

So don't even give me that look.

Tre: What about them Jordans.

Pooch: Oh, they
so nasty this year,

I'm going to be the first
one to get me a pair.

Tre: I'm gonna
be right behind you.

You already know.

Roni: Jordans, really?

Y'all can't be out here
telling about some Jordans.

Man y'all too funny.

Tre: Roni, why you
always tripping though.

Roni: Because there's more
to life than Jordans, man,

look at Y'all, matching in a
little couple relationship.

Man, y'all a trip.

Pooch: Man, don't you
ever compare me to this bum,

first of all, because I
got way nor swag than you.

Tre: And I get
all the offers.

Pooch: Anyway,
we're all little kids.

So I'm gonna buy me a pair
of Jordans, like I said.

Roni: Y'all some kids.

Now I need to watch this block.

Oh hell no.

You see this shit?

Tank: What the fuck y'all
lames doing working my block?

Roni: Your block?

Tank: Yeah, nigga.

My block.

Roni: Man, this is
my cousin Tic's block.

Tank: Duff, tell these
niggas whose block this is.

Duff: Nigga, this
Tank's motherfucking block.

Roni: Look man, it was just
a misunderstanding, all right?

We're going to leave.

Don't want no problems.

Tank: No, man,
it ain't that easy.

Y'all motherfuckers ain't gonna
come on my block, make no money

and then think y'all
going to walk away?

Make these motherfuckers pay up.

Duff: Come on, man, we
ain't got all fucking day --

Roni: All right, man.

We weren't really out here long
today so this is what we made.

Duff: What the
fuck is this --

Tank: I like these
motherfucking jerseys.

[ Multiple Speakers ]

Roni: Look, man, we
paid up, that's all we had.

We paid up, that's all we have.

We gonna ride, all right?

We won't be back.

Tank: It ain't that
motherfucking easy.

Roni: Man, look.

I said it was a
misunderstanding,

we're going to leave, all right?

Duff: Man, check
out this hat man.

Roni: Man come on, man,
all that's unnecessary

-- all that's unnecessary, man.

You ain't got to do all that.

[ Multiple Speakers ]

Roni: Can we go now?

Tank: Get the
fuck off my block,

I better not catch you
on my block no more.

Get the fuck off my block, man.

Roni: What the fuck
we doing on that block

if that ain't Tic block?

Pooch: We was getting
our revenge from last week.

Roni: What the
fuck you mean revenge?

Tre: Look, man they
was on our block last week

so we got them back today.

Roni: Are y'all
stupid or just dumb.

Y'all can't be doing no shit
like that without no heat.

You could have got us all killed

or we could have
been seriously hurt.

Y'all better start using y'all
fucking head instead of thinking

about your stupid ass Jordans.

Damn, stupid.

Jay: Hey, what's up, babe?

Tasha: Hey, baby.

You off work yet?

Jay: Fuck.

Tasha: What's wrong?

Jay: I've been having these
fucking chest pains all week.

Tasha: Okay, you
want me to pick you

up something from the store?

Jay: Yeah, can you?

Please.

Tasha: Okay, well do
you need anything else?

Jay: No, that's it.

That's all I need.

Tasha: Okay, I love you.

Jay: Bye.

Qiana: That was Tasha?

Jay: Yeah.

Ricky: What's good big sis?

Simone: Here, Ricky.

Ricky: Damn, that's all
the money right there, huh?

You must really do love
your little brother.

Simone: You think
this is a joke?

Why are you not taking
this serious, Ricky?

These men trying to
threaten to kill you.

Ricky: Sis, look,
it's not like that.

I'm just trying to get them
what I owe them so I can be done

with it, and I mean,

to be honest I'm kind
of scared as hell.

Simone: You know
what, I'm scared too.

That's why I'm giving
you this money.

I don't want anything
to happen to you.

Ricky: This is the last time.

I'm going to pay you back.

I'm going to pay you back.

Simone: You know
what, it better be,

because I don't have
any money left.

This -- this was what
I was going to use

to buy Jess a bigger ring.

Ricky: Look, this
is the last time, Sis.

I -- I swear, look,
I'm swearing.

This is the last time.

That was a swear.

Simone: What are the names of
the guys you owe this money to.

Ricky: Steele and Flint.

Simone: Okay, and what time
are you supposed to meet them?

Ricky: Like 6:30,
7 -- about 7 p.m.

Simone: You want
me to go with you?

Ricky: No, I'm good.

I'm good, no.

I'm good. No.

No.

Simone: I'm going propose
to Jess tonight, and I want you

to come by when you're
finished with them.

We're going to have
some friends over.

Ricky: Man, you
must really love

that little young-ass girl, huh?

Simone: Yeah.

She keeps me youthful.

Ricky: All right, well

if that's what makes you happy
then I support you and I love

and I'm gonna be
there, all right?

Simone: All right.

I will see you later.

Ricky: All right, Sis.

Ricky: Just text me.

Ricky: Put on my seatbelt --

I'm not going to
put on my seatbelt.

Nobody wears a seatbelt.

Ricky: Here's the money.

This better be all my
motherfucking money, nigga.

Count this shit.

Ricky: Man, it's
all there, man.

Just count it for yourself.

Don't be smart.

Ricky.

Ricky: All right,
whatever, I'm up, man.

Where's my 500
motherfucking dollars, Ricky?

Man, it's all there,
man, what am I allowed for?

Man you owe me
$10,000, plus interest.

Get me my motherfucking money.

[ Gunshots ]

Bet you'd have my
motherfucking money next time,

nigga.

Simone: Tonight's the night.

I'm gonna do this.

Cassandra: Man, that
young-ass girl, man,

I don't think you
should do it, for real.

Netta: I say do it.

Cassandra: No, man.

No. No.

Simone: Jess, you know I
love you and I always have.

And I want you to be my wife.

Jessica: I love you so much.

It's gorgeous.

Simone: Will you marry me?

Jessica: Of course.

Are you serious --
this ring, thank you.

Isn't it gorgeous?

Cassandra: Man, I
can't believe you proposed

to that young-ass girl.

Simone: Why not?

Cassandra: Damn
near half your age.

Simone: So?

Cassandra: She's
out of your league.

Netta: Man, don't trip
on Cass, she just hating

because she can't pull
in young chicks anymore.

Simone: Oh, that's
what it is, huh?

I knew it was something.

Cassandra: Man,
I'm not hating,

I'm just keeping it real.

Netta: Yeah, that's
what it is.

Simone: Well, I don't
care what nobody say,

I love Jess, she's my baby.

And you know, luckily they say
age ain't nothing but a number.

Netta: I know
that's right, man, shit,

wish I had me a young chick.

I'm tired of these old
ass women coming at me.

I'm going to have to
take notes from you.

Tre: I bet they
stuck up though.

Pooch: Na, I bet
you I can pull them.

Tre: If you can pull
them, I can pull them.

Pooch: Na, you'll
be all sensitive.

You got to be all
aggressive with them.

Tre: Fuck you, watch this.

Hey sweetheart, can I
take one of y'all home?

Pooch: Hey pretty ladies.

Can I go with one of y'all?

Like clockwork.

What up, girl, what's
your name --

Lili: I'm Lili, what's yours?

Pooch: Don't worry about it.

I'm Pooch.

Lili: Nice to meet you.

Pooch: Nice to meet you.

Can I take you to the show?

Lili: Yeah, that
would be nice.

Pooch: All right, put
your phone number in here.

Lili: There you go.

Pooch: All right, cool.

All right, I'll call you later.

It's too easy, man.

Too easy.

Tre: I don't know
understand it.

I call her beautiful,
you call her little mama,

she give you her number.

Women are just simple-minded
these days.

Pooch: Man, stop hating.

Tre: I never hate, I
be pulling chicks too.

Roni: What's up, y'all?

Tre: What's going on, Roni?

Pooch: What's good?

I got something for y'all.

Roni: Don't worry about all
of that, just know it's for you.

All right?

Can't have y'all out here
without no heat, you understand?

Pooch: You got one too?

Roni: No I don't need one.

You're my soldiers
tonight, so I need you

to have my back, all right?

Angel: Are you serious?

Roni: Man, I'm dead serious.

My mom didn't care.

I did it anyway, she just
didn't know about it.

Angel: So seriously
not one female could come

over once she found out?

Roni: Not one female,
best friend or not, not one.

Angel: That's crazy.

I mean my family
still don't know.

It's better that way.

Roni: I mean, but why.

It means you're living
your life as a lie.

Angel: I mean, I won't say
I'm living my life as a lie.

Maybe if I was in a
serious relationship

and I knew we were going

to be together then I'd think
I'd tell my dad, seeing as me

and him are closer
than me and my mom.

Roni: Yeah.

I feel you.

All right, guess what, I'm
about to go to the bathroom,

get this sauce off my hands.

Angel: Okay.

Bri: Uh huh, Lil Roni,
do not play with your food.

Eat it. Good?

I'll be back.

I've got to go to
the bathroom, okay?

I am so sorry.

Roni?

Oh my God, I missed you so much.

Why didn't you tell me, I
know you were so mad at me,

but I loved you, baby --

why didn't you tell me?

I miss you so much?

I miss you.

Oh --

oh my God.

Tank: What the fuck, what
the fuck is going on in here?

Bri: I can explain, Tank.

This is Roni.

I told you about her, remember?

Tank: I don't give a fuck who
she is, get over here now, Bri.

Get the fuck over here.

Roni: Chill out.

It ain't even like that.

Chill out.

Tank: You again?

Look I'm tired of
seeing your lame ass.

Roni: I've had enough
of you calling me lame.

Tank: Man, hell no, what the
hell is wrong with my girl, man?

Roni: Man, it
ain't even like that.

You tripping.

Tank: Yeah.

Man, what the fuck are you doing
with her, what the fuck are you

in the bathroom doing with her?

Roni: Dude, it
ain't even like that,

you need to chill out.

Tank: No, man.

Hell no. I ain't trying
to hear that, hell no.

Roni: Man, whatever.

You need to chill out.

Tank: Get your ass, come
on, get the fuck out of here.

Come on, we're leaving now.

Get over here, Lil
Roni, we're leaving now.

Roni: Come on, let's go.

Angel: Now?

Roni: Yeah.

Come on. Let's go.

Tank: What the fuck
was you hugging her for?

Bri: Babe, I already told
you the first five times

that I thought she was dead,

we haven't seen one
another in almost two years.

Tank: How did you not
know she was still alive?

Bri: Because when I went

to visit her that's
what her mother told me.

Tank: And you didn't
go to her funeral?

Bri: No, her mother
made it seem like she died

and had the funeral
without telling me.

Damn.

Tank: And no one
seen her since?

Bri: Babe, no one that I have
talked to has, no one seen her.

Tank: Whatever.

That still doesn't make it all
right for you to hug on her,

and make me look stupid.

Bri: Babe, it
wasn't even like that.

If you feel like I
made you look stupid,

I apologize, I'm sorry, okay?

Tank: Okay, let
me find out, Bri.

Bri: Hey, it's
nothing to find out.

Now come here and
give me a kiss.

You know I love you.

Tank: Okay.

Angel: That's crazy, because
I remember hearing about that

on the news a few years back.

Roni?

Baby, you know you're
lucky to be alive, right?

Roni: Yeah, I know, that's
why I thank God every day.

Angel: Well, I enjoyed
myself with you tonight,

so I guess it's only fair I
give you that kiss you wanted.

You are still in love
with her, aren't you?

Roni: Honestly?

Yeah, I am still
in love with her.

It's like so many
feelings came back tonight

after seeing her for so long.

Damn.

Angel: I mean, she
almost got you killed.

Roni: Yeah I know you
probably think I'm stupid,

but it's like we was
meant to be together.

Angel: I disagree,
but whatever,

Roni: Okay, let
me explain it to you.

It's like we never got closure.

And if a person never gets
closure then you can't move on.

Angel: What do you mean?

Roni: For example,
say two people broke up

and they never got a
chance to say good-bye,

then they will miss each other
because they never got a chance

to fully heal to get
the closure they needed.

Angel: Oh.

I guess you're right.

I mean, I never ended
a relationship

on bad terms so I wouldn't know.

Roni: Exactly.

Good night, Angel.

Angel: Good night,
Roni, don't be a stranger.

Call me sometimes, okay?

Roni: All right.

Jay: Hey, what's up, baby?

Look, I was just
informed I've got

to work a little late tonight
so they've got me coming in.

Tasha: Oh, okay.

Well how late?

Jay: You know, one of the
shift managers called off

so they want me to stay
and help out a little bit.

Tasha: Well I hope
it's not too late.

I was thinking that we can go
out just a little bit later?

Jay: Oh yeah,
most definitely.

We can still do that,
we can still go out.

As soon as I get off I'll
just call your phone.

Tasha: Okay.

Jay: Hey, I've got
to get back to work,

so I'll talk to you later.

Tasha: All right.

Love you.

Jay: Love you too.

Jay: Yeah, I'll be
there in a couple of hours.

Bye.

Tasha: Hey,

yeah, I'm okay.

I'm just bored and lonely.

You think I can come over?

All right, cool.

I'm on my way.

Natalie: Chris, we
really need to talk.

I just want you to be
honest with me, please.

Call me back when you get this.

Natalie: Hello, Chris?

Nikki: Girl, this ain't
Chris, why are you tripping?

Chris: Who is this?

Nikki: It's Nikki,
you all right?

Natalie: No, not really.

Nikki: What's going on?

Natalie: I'd rather not
talk about it right now.

Nikki: Well you know
I'm here for you, right?

Natalie: Yeah.

Thanks.

Nikki: Look anyway,

so we doing this bachelor party
tonight, me and the girls.

You ought to come too, girl.

It's going to be easy money.

Natalie: Like, how much?

Nikki: Girl, like
250, 300 dollars.

Natalie: Yeah.

Okay. I'm down.

Tasha: And you know,
he's never at home,

he doesn't answer his
phone, and it's like,

I don't know what else to do.

Like -- I just --
I just don't know.

Qiana: It's okay,
I understand.

I understand.

I'm here for you.

Whatever you need.

It's okay.

We got to stick together.

I'm here for you,
whatever you need.

Okay?

Tasha: Yeah.

Quana: All right.

Tasha: This is hard.

Qiana, what are you doing?

Qiana: Now you
know what I'm doing.

Tasha: Qiana, I'm not gay.

I only did that for Jay.

Qiana: I know, I know.

But it's okay.

Why don't you just lay back.

Tasha: Qiana, stop.

Qiana: Go ahead.

Just relax.

Jay: Tasha, what the fuck?

Tasha: Oh God,
baby, I can explain.

Oh my God.

Jay: How the fuck can
you explain this shit?

Tasha: Oh my God.

Wait a fucking minute.

How the fuck did you get in?

Jay: I was in the
neighborhood, I ride past

and I see your fucking
car so I came back

to see what was going on?

Tasha: Oh, so you just
knew I was over here, huh?

You fucking liar.

How the fuck did you get in?

Jay: Tasha, can't
you see she's playing us

against one another?

Tasha: No, you
Jake, you did this.

You wanted a fucking
threesome, remember?

Jay: Baby, come on.

Let's just go home, we
can talk about this later.

Tasha: No, I don't want
to be with you anymore.

I want to be with Qiana.

Jay: What?

Tasha, how could you?

You --

Tasha: I don't care, Jay.

I'd rather be with her, and I
will come get my shit later.

Qiana: You heard her Jay,

we don't need you
any more, so leave.

Bye.

Jay: Fuck you, man.

Ton: So let me
get this straight,

you wanted to have a
threesome with Tasha, had it,

start fucking with the
girl y'all did it with,

and now you just caught them
fucking, did I get that right?

Jay: Yeah, nigga,
that's right.

Ton: Dude, what's
wrong with you.

Jay: What the fuck you mean?

Ton: First of all, you don't
do that shit with your woman,

you do that shit with some
bitches you don't care

about for this very reason.

Secondly, you never leave your
girl around no carpet munchers,

you be lucky if she ever
speak to your ass again.

Look, nigga, once a
woman starts fucking

with another woman it's
been one or at least

until they start missing
some real dick and get tired

of using them fake ones.

Jay: Okay, motherfucker,
I get it.

Damn. Would you just
shut the fuck up already.

Ton: Yeah, okay.

Why don't you go to this
bachelor party with me tonight,

take your mind off Tasha.

Jay: Hell no, bro, I'm good.

Man I ain't feeling
that shit at all.

Ton: Look, you're going.

I'm not about to have my
little brother sitting in here,

crying his eyes out all night

when he could be
getting his dick sucked

for a couple of singles.

Jay: I'm good, bro.

For real. I ain't
feeling that shit.

Ton: Dude, pull
your skirt down.

Jay: All right, bro, I've
got some clothes I can throw on,

man.

Ton: All right.

Natalie: Hey, I'm in here.

Rob: My bad, I didn't
know no body was there.

Natalie: Okay, I'll
be out in a minute.

Can you please leave?

Rob: You know, you could
have did better out there.

Natalie: What do you
mean I can do better?

Rob: I mean to me you
looked a little uncomfortable.

Natalie: Well,
I was stripping

and strangers was touching me,

of course I'm going
to be uncomfortable.

Rob: Right and
that's what I'm saying.

You look too good
to be stripping.

I could see you do something
better, like a model.

Natalie: Modeling?

Rob: Yeah.

Yeah, modeling.

Natalie: You're
just saying that.

Rob: No, actually
I'm being very honest.

I got a couple of friends
in the modeling industry,

maybe they can help you
out, you never know.

Here's my card, my name is Rob.

Natalie: Okay.

Thanks, Rob.

Nikki: So we're going
to go to this party.

You want to go?

Or do you want me to
take you home first?

Natalie: No, I'm
kind of tired.

I am going to go in tonight.

Rob: I wouldn't
mind taking you home.

Then we can talk more
about the modeling info?

Nikki: Do you know him?

Natalie: Sort of,
he's okay, he's cool.

Nikki: Okay, I don't
want to hear some shit

about something happening
to you.

Natalie: No, he's
not like that,

he's in the modeling industry.

So --

Nikki: Okay, girl.

Just call me when
you get home, okay?

Natalie: All right,
I got you.

Talk to you tomorrow.

Natalie: All right.

Nikki: Hey, you know him?

No, I don't know
that motherfucker.

He's one of my cousin
Guy homies.

Rob: Yeah, I am very serious.

I met Tyra, Naomi, and
even Eva Pigford before.

Natalie: Really?

Well if you've got those kind
of connects then I'm down.

Rob: Oh, you're
down now, huh?

Natalie: Why not.

Natalie: Nigga, what the
fuck we doing in a alley?

Rob: So how much?

Natalie: How much for what?

Rob: You know.

Natalie: No, I don't know
what you're talking about,

know what?

Rob: Nat, stop playing dumb.

How much is it going to
take for you to suck me off?

Natalie: Suck you off?

What? Nigga, I can't
believe you,

you know what, take me home --

Rob: Bitch, I ain't taking
you no motherfucking where!

Natalie: I'm getting
the fuck up out of here --

[ Screaming ]

[ Crying ]

[ Music ]

Roni: So how did
you meet tank?

Bri: Well --

Hey can I get your number?

Tank: Hey.

Can I holler at you
for a minute?

Hey.

Hey. Can I holler
at you for a second?

Bri: Sure.

I'm listening.

Tank: My bad.

My name's Tank, what's yours?

Bri: My name is Brianna,
but everybody calls me Bri.

Tank: That's a cute name.

Roni: Damn.

So you really do love her, huh?

Bri: Yeah, I do.

But my feelings for
her has changed,

like I don't love her
like that no more.

Roni: Why not?

Roni: Ever since she took

over the streets
she's just changed.

She turned into this person I'm
just not -- I don't even know.

So just I'm just falling back.

Roni: I feel you.

It be like that sometimes.

People don't know how to handle
it, you know what I'm saying,

streets, money, and
fame, you know?

Bri: Oh, trust me, I know.

Like with all this money
comes drama, the girls,

the everything, I just
don't have time for it,

so my feelings is just -- not
as strong as they used to be.

I don't know.

Roni: I feel you.

Bri: So why didn't you let
me know you were still alive?

Roni: Come on, man.

Do we really have to talk
about that right now?

Bri: But I'm just saying,
Roni, like, is it what,

somebody was telling you
not to tell me, what,

somebody was forcing you?

Roni: Of course, everybody
told me not to tell you,

my mother, my father, shit, if
they found out I was talking

to you now they would
think I was stupid.

Bri: Why, it wasn't
even my fault?

Roni: How come
it isn't your fault,

you mess with the dude
that messed with me.

Man, I don't care,
no matter what,

I still don't think
he deserved to die.

Bri: Okay, but Roni, we
both guilty of the same thing.

You talking and, like, both
of us had different people,

mines was just more
crazier than yours was

and it just got out of hand.

I apologize, but it
really wasn't my fault.

Roni: I hear you.

I don't know, I just
feel like all this --

both, you know, it
could have been avoided.

We should have been honest
with each other from day one,

but hey, shit happens, right?

It's in the past now, right?

Bri: Yeah.

And now we're in the future.

And I'm so glad you're alive,

you don't even know
how much I missed you.

Roni: Why don't you prove it.

Bri: Prove it, by what,

letting you know
how much I love you?

Roni: Why don't you show me?

Bri: Roni, I can't do this.

Roni: Why?

Bri: I can't do this.

I'm with Tank.

Roni, I'm with Tank.

And I just -- I can't do
this back and forth thing,

I just really want it
to be right between us,

and if we are meant to be
together we will be together.

I can't do it like this, I
can't do it like this, Roni.

I love you, but I can't.

Roni: All right.

I respect your decision.

Bri: Thank you.

I just can't be back
and forth like that.

I just can't be back
and forth, Roni.

I want it to be right
between us.

Nothing like last time.

Okay?

Roni: All right.

Jay: Packing, huh?

This is crazy.

So you a dyke now, Tasha, huh?

You going to leave me for a
bitch, just like Bri did Black.

Is that what you're going to do?

You know what's crazy,
though, all this fucking time,

maybe that's why y'all
was best friends?

Is that what it was?

Yeah, that's what it was.

And all this time you
been so against it,

you can't stand lesbians.

You hate dykes, but you
about to leave me for one.

You know what, maybe you
should have been getting

that shit with Qiana.

You could have saved both
of us some fucking time,

you could have been gone,

you could have been
packed your shit up.

Tasha you're not
going to talk to me?

Huh?

Tasha, you don't hear
me talking to you?

Tasha: Jay, I can't even look
at you, let alone talk to you.

Jay: And why is that?

Tasha: Are you serious?

Jay: Yeah, I'm dead serious.

Tasha: You know what,
I'm going to just hurry up

and just get the rest of my shit

and you do whatever it
is you want to do, okay?

Jay: So what the fuck
is that supposed to mean?

Tasha: Figure it out.

Jay: Tasha, Tasha.

Baby.

Tasha: I fucking
hate you, Jay.

I really do.

You did this shit to us, not me.

You wanted a fucking
threesome, remember,

and look how this
shit played out.

Jay: Baby, don't you
see that she just trying

to play us against each other.

Tasha: No.

Jay: She's trying
to break us up, baby,

it's not even like that.

You know I never want that.

It's not even that --

Tasha: No.

Jay: Tasha, baby,

baby, you can't --
will you talk to me?

Tasha: No, why should
I talk to you, why?

Tell me why I should
talk to you?

You fucked up.

You did. Not me.

You fucked up.

And you want me to
take you back?

You want me to just forgive you?

So now you ain't
got nothing to say.

You ain't got nothing to say.

Jay: Tasha.

I love you, baby.

I'm sorry.

Tasha: No, you're only
fucking sorry you got caught.

Jay: Hey -- hey --

Tasha: No, you
can keep that shit.

You can keep it.

Keep all this shit,
I don't want it.

And I don't want you.

Jay: I'm sorry,
God, I'm sorry.

I know I was wrong, I
know I fucked up, man.

The fuck I would do
this shit twice, man,

why would I do it again.

I swear, Jesus, I know I
haven't been a good man for her,

I know I've been wrong,
I know I did wrong.

Please bring her back to me.

Please, God.

I'll do anything.

Fuck, man.

Tasha: This is
the second time, Jay.

The second time.

Three strikes, that's it.

I'm tired of you
fucking cheating on me.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

I love you, so why cheat on me?

Huh?

Why?

What did I do to you to
make you cheat on me?

I've done everything
-- everything for you,

and this is how you repay me.

After three I'm gone.

There ain't nothing
else I can do, okay?

I love you.

Pooch: No, I need
all my money.

Jackie: Eight
dollars, please --

Pooch: Hell no,
either give it to me now

or you ain't getting shit.

Damn!

Jackie: I gave you -- give
me the money that I gave you --

I gave you money to go to
the store today, where is it?

Where is it?

Monte: Mom, please
don't take my money,

I want to get some Cheetos.

Jackie: It's okay, baby, I'll
give it back to you tomorrow.

Thank you.

Here you go.

Roni: Hey pooch,
don't give her shit, man.

Pooch: Whatever.

Roni: Man, how would you feel

if someone sell your
mama some shit.

Pooch: I wouldn't give a
fuck, to tell you the truth.

Roni: You're a
stupid motherfucker.

Man, fuck you, dude!

[ Multiple Speakers ]

Jackie: Please!

Roni: Jackie get
out of here, man!

Jackie! Jackie!

No, Tre my boy.

Tre my boy, man.

Jackie: I won't come back.

I won't come back.

This is it.

Roni: You got him out here!

Jackie: I promise.

I won't come back tonight.

I promise.

Roni: Get the fuck
out of here, Jackie.

Jackie: Thank you.

Thank you, son.

Roni: Don't come
back here no more, man.

Go to somebody else's block.

I feel bad as hell, man.

Tre: That shit freaky.

She gonna get it anyway.

We might as well be the
ones to get her money.

Roni: Stupid.

Tre: Yo Roni, you know

that shit you pulled
was bogus as hell.

Roni: Man, how
was that bogus.

I didn't want to
sell that guy's mom.

Tre: Man, I understand
all that,

she's going to get hit anyway,

we might as well be the
one to get her money.

Roni: Dude, you
sound as stupid as him.

Tre: How is that stupid.

Roni: I don't even want to
talk about it, y'all some kids.

Now what up, what's up?

Lili: Actually
I'm looking for you.

Tre: For what?

Lili: Can we go somewhere
and talk for a minute?

Tre: I'm gonna
get up with her.

I'll let you know.

Roni: All right but make sure
you come back 'cause I ain't got

no heat on me and I ain't
trying to get robbed.

Tre: I'll meet
you around the block.

Roni: All right,
I'll see you over there.

Duff: Nigga, give me all your
fucking money, and your work.

Roni: All right man,
just take it, it's cool.

All right, man.

Oh, fuck!

Oh, shit!

Fuck this.

Dude, where you been,
I just got robbed --

I just got robbed, man!

Tre: 50, 50!

Hey, don't I know you?

Roni: No, you
don't know me, man.

This the way you spend
your second chance at life?

Roni: Man, get off me,
dude, I didn't do shit, man.

Hey, search her.

Roni: Don't search me.

I'm a fucking girl, man.

I'm a girl, man.

You want to act like a dude
you get treated like a dude.

Roni: Whatever, dude.

Today's your lucky day,
you get a free pass, okay?

Don't run from the
fucking police again.

Get the fuck out of here.

Natalie: Hello?

Nikki: Hey girl,
you all right?

I haven't heard from
you in over a week.

Natalie: Yeah, I'm okay.

Nikki: Girl, you
had me worried,

I thought that nigga
you left with,

I thought he did
some shit to you.

Anyway, what you doing
tonight, because me and T,

we're about to go out for
some drinks, you wanna go?

Natalie: No, I'm cool.

I'm just going to
stay in tonight.

Maybe next time.

Nikki: Well, I hope
everything is okay with you.

Natalie: I told
you I was okay, damn.

Nikki: Damn, bitch, don't
have to hang up the phone on me,

that shit is rude as
hell, funny-acting-ass ho.

Natalie: Chris, why
don't you have a condom on?

Chris: What do I
need a condom for?

Besides, I'm clean.

Natalie: Are you sure?

Chris: Yeah, I'm sure.

Natalie: Okay.

Chris: I know it's okay.

Natalie: Why --

why, God, why.

I don't want to be here
no more, Lord, why.

Please --

Dre: Bitch, what
was that all about?

Eric: Girl, I just found
out I'm going to be a mother.

Dre: What the fuck,
how did that happen?

Eric: Well, don't say nothing
but me and Sam we been messing

around low key for like six
months, and she just came

and told me she's pregnant.

Dre: Hold up,
hold up, hold up.

Ain't she gay?

And a stud?

Eric: I don't know.

Stuff happens.

Eric: But anyway,
I just love, love,

love me some straight dick,
there's just something

about it that make me shake.

Dre: You been lying to
straight dudes like that?

Eric: No, bitch.

Dre: Yes, you do.

Eric: No, seriously, I
don't, but it's just like,

I just don't tell them
I'm a man, you know?

Dre: And how do
you pull that off?

Eric: Well, it's this thing I
do, you know, I just take it up,

pull it back, you know,
so they won't see it,

feel it, touch it, you know?

Dre: And they can't tell?

Eric: No, it's just like they
fucking a coochie, you know,

it's tight just like
a coochie, you know.

Dre: Girl, if one of
those dudes ever find

out that you're really
a man they're going

to fucking hurt you.

Eric: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Whatever. But anyway, you know,

I got me a new boo,
so I'm not worried.

Dre: And he doesn't know
about your little secret?

Eric: No, and if he do,
you know, hopefully he won't.

But you know, he
falling for me anyway.

But --

let me finish getting ready,

because I'm going
to the club tonight.

Dre: A straight club?

Eric: Yes, ma'am.

Dre: All right, girl.

Be careful.

Eric: Okay, I will.

Bri: I want you
to meet someone.

Aren't you the perfect
gentleman.

Bri: Lil Roni, this is Roni.

Roni: Hey, Lil Roni.

Bri: Say hey, Lil Roni.

Not going to say hey?

Roni: Damn, I feel like
a dad meeting his child

for the first time.

Bri: You should be.

Roni: Hey, cutie.

Bri: You not gonna say hi?

I think your daddy
duties just started.

Here you go.

Hold this heavy girl.

Roni: Hey, cutie.

Want to go get something to eat?

Bri: Say ice cream.

Roni: She's so pretty,
she looks just like you.

Bri: Oh, thank you.

Roni: Hey Lil
Roni, I'm big Roni.

Bri: Hey, Roni.

That's who you're named after.

Roni: Yeah, I'm
your new daddy.

Bri: You are so silly --

Bri: Well Roni,
we really have to go.

Roni: You can't
stay a little longer?

Bri: I would like to,

but I know Tank is
probably heated right

about now, like really.

Roni: All right, then I
guess I let you go, then.

Bri: Roni, don't
be like that.

Like I honestly want to stay.

Roni: Bri, do
you still love me?

Bri: Yes, I love you, Roni.

Roni: Do you want
to be with me?

Bri: Yes, but it's
going to take some time.

Roni: All right.

Bye Lil Roni.

See you.

[ Music ]

[ Background Sounds ]

[ Screaming ]

Where my daughter
at, where's my daughter!

Take me to her right
now, God damn it!

[ Screaming ]

Bri: Please don't
hurt my baby!

Please don't hurt my baby!

Pease don't hurt Lil
Roni, please, no --

What did you call her?

Bri: Lil Roni, please!

Lil Roni?

Bri: Please, please,
please --

Lil Roni?

Bri: Please, please -

Lil Roni?

You named my baby
after that bitch?

Is that what you did?

Is that what you did?

Fucker!

Bri: No, no, no, please, no!

My baby --

Tank: Hey, what's wrong?

Bri: Please hold me, please.

Tank: Okay, I got you.

Come on.

It's okay.

Eric: Basically I was
just saying, like, I'm fine

and everything, but it's just,
like, I haven't been 100%

with you about some stuff.

And I just don't
know how to say it.

Ton: Hold on.

Hello?

Oh yeah, what's up, momma?

Oh, damn, I totally forgot.

Okay, all right, I'm
on my way right now.

All right.

Damn, my brother is
about to leave and go

to the services tonight.

Want to ride with me over there?

Eric: Are you sure
you want me to come?

Like I'm not trying
to, you know,

meet your family or
anything just yet.

Ton: I didn't say nothing
about getting married.

Eric: Okay, Anton.

Ton: All right.

Let's go.

Do you have underwear, baby?

Yes, mom, I got it.

Do you have your toothpaste?

Yes, mom, I've got it.

Toothbrush?

I've got it all, Ma.

Aw. My little brother
is going to the military.

You better write me big head.

I'm coming back to visit.

Ton: Hey y'all.

Hey, baby.

Ton: What's up, bro.

My new girlfriend, Erica.

My family, my mom, my little
brother and my sister.

I guess I'll go finish --

Yeah, got to do
some homework.

You look real familiar.

Eric: Really?

You know Dre?

Eric: No, I don't
know no Dre.

You be in Boystown up north?

Eric: I don't know
about a Boystown.

Never mind then.

Ton: Y'all good over here?

Eric: Yeah, we're fine.

Ton: All right, well make
sure you write -- all right.

Ready, baby?

Eric: Nice to meet you.

You too.

Roni: Hello?

Tank: What's up, Roni?

Roni: Who is this?

Tank: It's me, Bri.

Roni: Who is this, Tank?

Tank: Yeah, it's me.

Roni: Dude, what you
calling my phone for?

Tank: Look, have
really player plays shit,

I ain't got no beef with
you, but you be real

with me, and I do the same.

Roni: All right, what's up?

Tank: That's what
I want to know.

What up with you and Bri.

Roni: Man, why
don't you ask her?

Tank: Look, I thought
we was gonna handle this

like some real motherfuckers.

It don't seem that way to me.

Roni: All right, what's up?

Tank: Does she love you?

Roni: Of course she loves me.

I'm her first.

Tank: Next question.

Is y'all fucking around?

Roni: Actually we are
still fucking around.

But she act like she can't
decide who she wants.

Tank: That's what
she told you, huh?

Okay, how about this.

How about we set her ass up.

Roni: Set up like how?

Tank: Shit, you have
her come over there, text,

all that good stuff,
I'm going to be there

and then we can make her decide.

Roni: Man, I don't
know about all of that.

Tank: What, hold
on, hold on, hold on.

So you mean to tell me it's okay
for her to do this, between me

and you, and have us going back
and back and forth and forth,

and nigga, did you forget
what she just did to you,

she almost got you fucking
killed, nigga, come on, now.

Roni: You know
what, you're right.

I bet -- what do you want to do?

Tank: I'll come over and
then we'll make her decide then.

Roni: All right, cool.

I'm about to text
you my address.

All right?

Bri: Hey, baby.

Roni: What's going on.

Bri: I missed you.

Roni: I missed you, too.

Bri: Give me a kiss.

What's up.

Roni: Oh, just you know,
a couple of things we've got

to get to the bottom of.

Bri: Like what?

Roni: You're going
to hate me after this.

Bri: Why is that?

Tank: What's up, Bri.

Bri: Oh wow, really, really?

Tank: What, you
ain't happy to see me?

Roni: Bri, come on,
you've got to decide.

Bri: Oh my God, let me go.

Look at this point I don't
want either one of you all.

Straight up.

Tank: Hold on,
hold on, hold on --

Fuck, man.

Roni: Bri, what's up, man.

Bri: Just let me
go, just let me go.

Look, just let me go, let me go.

I don't want to talk.

Look, let me go.

Let me go.

Tank: We can talk.

Bri: I don't want to talk.

Oh my God, Tank, Tank stop.

Tank, Tank, Tank, Tank, just
-- oh my God, oh my God,

oh my God, just let
me go, let me go,

I don't want neither
one of you, hell no.

Because I don't.

Y'all --

Roni: -- what the
fuck you think this is?

You can't fucking hit me
and walk away, bitch --

fuck you, what the fuck
are you going to do now --

Bri: Roni, Roni --

Roni: This is
what the fuck --

Roni: She don't
want you nigga, now!

I'm her first!

Bri: Please, please
stop, just stop, please --

Roni: Get the fuck off
my block, this is my block!

Get off my block,
take this shit from --

Bri: Stop, please.

Oh my God.

Oh my God, oh my God.

Roni: Now what?

Bri: Oh my God.

I can't believe y'all.

I cannot believe y'all, really.

Tank: You are on
my block now, nigga.

Now what?

Tank: I'm gonna get
your ass next time.

Shit!

Nate: I'm telling you
man, you need to check

and see if she's got a dick.

Ton: Dude, you tripping.

We've fucked plenty of times.

Nate: Really?

Well answer me this,
did you fuck her

from the front or from the back?

Yeah, think about it.

Ton: Hold up.

I've got to ask you something.

Eric: What?

Ton: Why people keep
telling me you're a damn man.

Eric: Really?

Ton: Yeah, really.

Are you?

Are you a damn man?

Eric: Why are you
acting like you're mad?

What's wrong with you?

Ton: Are you a man?

Eric: Why are you
looking at me like that,

you don't miss me?

Ton: Are you a damn man?

Is you a man?

Are you?

Are you a man?

Angel: Chris.

Chris.

Chris: What?

Angel: Telephone.

Chris: Hello?

Natalie: Chris, I went
to the doctor last Monday.

Chris: Who is this?

Natalie: It's me, Natalie.

Chris: Natalie,
what do you want?

Natalie: I went to
the doctor last month

and I was tested HIV positive.

Chris: You what?

You didn't get that shit from
me, you better holler at one

of them other niggas
you fucking around with.

Natalie: You're the
only nigga I've been

with since the last
time I got checked out.

Chris: Man, whatever, I
ain't trying to hear that.

Angel: Who was that?

Chris: It was nobody.

Lay back down.

Natalie: Chris, Chris!

Bri: Me and Lil Roni is
moving with Roni to Idaho.

Tasha: Hmm, so
that's where she's been.

I think that's a good idea.

Bri: Since when?

Tasha: Well, let's just say
I'm not so against it anymore

and we can leave
it at that, okay?

Bri: Oh, you little
sneaky bitch.

What happened to oh,
like, oh, I'm not going

to be your friend no more,
that's nasty, blah, blah, blah.

You is full of shit, bitch.

Tasha: Bitch, it's
not even like that, okay?

Bri: Oh, I want every detail.

Tasha: Whatever.

Bri: Get your coat
on so we can go bye-bye.

Go bye-bye.

Lil Roni: Go bye-bye.

Bri: Go bye-bye.

Go bye-bye with Roni.

Roni: Man, we got
a long ride to Idaho.

Bri: I know, right?

But at least it's with me.

Roni: Yeah, it's
worth it, too.

Bri: I agree.

Roni: Man, Bri, I
love you, you know that?

Bri: I know you do.

You better.

I love you too.

Roni: Even though we've
been away from each other

for two years, I missed you.

Bri: I missed you too,
I don't even know, like,

oh my God, it's like a dream
come true, I can't believe it.

Roni: I'm glad we
finally got things right.

We can finally move
on from her, right?

Bri: Yes.

Oh my God.

I get you all to myself.

Roni: Right.

With that being said --

Bri: Oh my goodness.

Baby, is you serious?

Oh my God.

Yes. I forgot to say yes.

Oh my God, baby.

Baby. Really?

Roni: I want you
to be my wife.

Bri: Oh my goodness.

Say my name.

Roni: You're so stupid.

Okay, I'm going to take her
to the bathroom real quick.

Bri: You're a good daddy.

Bri: Thank you, oh
my God I got my baby.

Finally, thank you God.

Oh thank you, God.

[ Music ]

[ Multiple Speakers ]

[ Shouting ]

[ Gunshots ]

Roni: Please,
no, no, oh my God!

My God in call an ambulance!

No, Bri, please don't leave me!

Please don't leave me.

Mom, call an ambulance,
call an ambulance, mom!

Baby please don't leave me!

[ Sirens ]