All language subtitles for A.Love.Story.from.the.Streets.2023.1080p.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H264-AOC

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(guns firing rapidly)

- Oh my God.

(Reno coughing)

(upbeat dramatic music)

Oh my God.

(upbeat dramatic music)

No!

(upbeat dramatic music)

- You bitches always fucking up some shit.

- [Kenya Voiceover] Damn.

I'm about to get killed
because I fell in love.

With somebody from the streets.

(haunting music)

- We're almost set up.

- Cool, I'm ready when you are.

- [Kenya Voiceover] Another photo shoot.

I got to build up more content

to get this Only Fans page jumping.

I'm trying to be a top
10 model for the site

without doing porn or showing
off this pretty kitty.

The checks I'm getting now is nice,

but my goal is to crack a
million dollars for the year.

The photographer I hired is
one of the best in Miami.

I have him booked for the whole week.

Shooting at my apartment,
the beach and a yacht

should give me about a month's worth

of fresh content to upload.

Life for me has really changed.

Warm weather, sunny skies
and beautiful beaches

is the view I wake up to every day.

Nothing like how it was when
I was growing up in Detroit.

Mama used to have to do some
strange things to keep food

on the table and clothes on my back.

(bags rattling)

- Everything okay, baby?

What's wrong, baby?

- Ma?
- Yeah?

- I need some new clothes.
These are all too tight.

I've been wearing them since last year.

- I know you do.

But I was hoping it would last

until I found a job or something.

Things aint going too good
for your mama right now.

You just gonna have to wait til the First.

And I can buy you a couple

of new outfits then maybe, okay?

What?

What is it?

- Mom, the kids keep teasing me at school,

talking about my clothes and
calling me a welfare baby.

- What?

Them dumbass kids been
calling you a welfare baby?

I'll go up there and kick
all they little asses.

- It's okay.

- No, fuck that.

(sighs) Let me calm down.

Shit, I need to smoke
something to calm my nerves.

Let's see what's here.

You know what? I'm gonna call Frank.

I'm gonna see if he can help
us out with something, okay?

- Okay.

- All right.

Now all I need you to
do is do your homework

and put up all these groceries

before you go out to play, okay?

All right.

And you make sure you in
before them streetlights,

because you gotta go to bed early tonight.

You know Frank coming over, right?

- I know.

- Okay (smacks lips).
Go get your homework.

Come on. Come on, go, git (laughs).

Damn welfare baby. Them motherfuckers.

(bags rattling)

(upbeat music)

- [Kenya Voiceover] Frank
is who Mama would call

when things really got bad for us.

He was a big muscular man

that always had a pocket full of money.

Mama said he works for one
of the big three plants

and had a real big pretty house

that he used to show her pictures of.

- Mm.

Go ahead and hit that so
you can loosen up a bit.

- [Kenya Voiceover] Frank
only came over at night.

- I needed that.

- [Kenya Voiceover] So I never really got

to know him too good.

- Let me loosen them pants a little bit.

(soft upbeat music)

There we go.

(Frank inhaling)

(soft upbeat music)

Mm.

- [Kenya Voiceover]
One day I axed Mama why

she won't be Frank's girlfriend

so we can move into his house with him.

Mama said because Frank's
wife won't like that.

(soft upbeat music)

(couple moaning)

(soft upbeat music)

(couple moaning)

(upbeat music)

- [Photographer] About
five minutes, we can begin.

- Okay. I'm gonna go check
in the mirror real quick.

- [Kenya Voiceover] As I got older

I would have hoped that
things gotten better.

But it didn't.

Mama kept chasing that high
and got hooked on hard drugs.

I had to drop outta high school

and got my GED so I could start working.

Somebody had to bring
some money into the house,

because she damn sure wasn't doing it.

We lived like this for
years. Just stuck in limbo.

Living in the hood until
that one day I met Reno,

the man who would help
change my life forever.

The man I fell in love with.

(birds singing)

(fries sizzling)

- Damn, Ali, I'm a waitress.

I'm not supposed to be
handling people food

and busing dishes too.

That's unsanitary.

- You want the job, you do as I ask.

You take orders, you bus
dishes, you bus tables.

I'm the fucking boss.

- I'm gonna call the Health
Department on yo as. Try me.

- You think I care about
the Health Department?

Do you think they care
about the little Black kids?

If they did, why does my
family have a restaurant,

a cannabis dispensary and a liquor store

all on the same block?

Tell me.

- And a gas station on the corner.

- Right, and a gas station.

We sell you all your vices, on top of that

all the unhealthy food, okay,

and make a profit and then I go home.

Nobody cares about them Black babies.

- That's messed up, Ali.

- I agree. The Blacks
buy it, so I sell it.

The Blacks bought me my Benz outside,

my kids' college tuition.

I love the Blacks.

- And you love this Black pussy too.

Don't you?

- I love the Hershey kiss pussy.

- Y'all some damn fools, both of y'all.

- Damn right.

Come on, baby.

- Damn he fine. I got this table, Kira.

- I bet you do.

- Hi, fellas. I'm Kenya.

I'll be your waitress for today.

Are you guys ready to order

or do you need a few
minutes with the menu?

- Yeah, I'll be around
there later in the day.

Lil Joe around there?

- You Carla's daughter, right?

- Yeah, how you know my mama?

- Come on. Everybody
know your fine ass mama.

Shit, you just as fine.

Y'all stay stay off Davidson, right?

- Yeah.

So, are you guys ready to order,

or do you want me to come
back in a few minutes?

- How many you need?

Yeah, I'll be around there about 10.

Yep.

One.

I think I'm gonna go with breakfast.

Let me get a number three,
extra piece of bacon.

Please.

- And what would you like to drink?

- Orange juice with that, please.

- Okay, number three,
extra slice of bacon,

with a orange juice, is that it for you?

- Yeah, thank you.

- No problem. And what would you like?

- I guess I'll get the breakfast too.

Give me the hotcakes, eggs and bacon.

How many pancakes come with that order?

- Three. You can have another for $2 more.

- Two whole dollars, for one
pancake? That's some bullshit.

- I just work here. I
don't make the prices.

- Chill, G.

Why you given this sexy
ass woman a hard time?

Who eat four pancakes anyway?

- I do.

I aint trying to be all in
shape like you and shit.

I aint no goddam IG model.

Give me that four pancake,
Mama, with extra butter.

- Okay, what would you like to drink?

- Milk.

- Whole milk or two percent?

- Titty milk.

- Dog.

- What the fuck?

(G laughing)

That is so ignorant. What kinda
milk do you want, funny man?

- I'm messing with you.
Give me white milk.

Bring it to me when the food's done.

- Okay.

At least one of y'all
mamas raise you right.

And it wasn't yours.

- What?

- Your food'll be right up. Thank you.

- Damn that ass is fat.

- She got a fat ass all right.

Let me pull up her IG.

- You got her IG?

Why you following hood waitresses, bro?

- Because she got a fat ass. Look.

Scroll down a couple videos.

Her in the black yoga pants,

doing little TikTok routines.

- (exhales) Damn.

That ass is fat, and
she swinging that boy.

Where you know her from again?

- I don't know her. I know her mama Carla.

She be copping a boy from
our one spot off Linwood.

- Her mama on that shit?

- Yeah. She still fine, though.

For a dope fiend.

- I'm gonna follow her too, then.

Yep.

Hey, you think she dance somewhere?

- I doubt it.

Not if she working in this spot.

- I'm gonna see if she wanna dance

at the party this weekend.

- I thought Rick had the
strippers lined up already.

- He do.

But I'm tired of looking at
them same pill-popping hoes.

It's time for some new blood.

(eggs sizzling)

(birds singing)

Go and wait for me. I'm
gonna holla at old girl.

- Cool.

(diners chattering)

- He not trying to skip
out on his bill, is he?

- Yeah, he been known
to run out on a check.

You might wanna catch him.

- What?

- I'm just playing. I
got it covered, babe.

Hey look, I was trying to hit you

with a little business proposition.

Take a look at this flyer.

- Stripper freak party?
What this gotta do with me?

- Chill, chill.

Listen, all the major
hustlers from the West Side

are gonna be there Saturday.

A fine woman like yourself

could make some major
money at a private party.

- I aint no stripper, and I aint no hoe.

So you got the wrong one.

- Man, I been following
your IG and everything too.

- You follow me?

- Hell yeah. Of course, who aint?

You be doing all them fly
ass TikTok dances and stuff.

Oh yeah, and I thought you
was a stripper in real life

till I walked up in this
greasy motherfucker.

But you can move that body,
though, girl. For real.

- Look, I do those dances for fun.

I've never danced for
money anywhere before.

- You ever thought about it?

- Who hasn't? That's all we see.

Shit, I been twerking since I was 10.

- Then you gotta come to the party.

You guaranteed to leave with a major bag.

- Kenya? Your order is up.

Any day now, come on.

- Here I come.

Look, this not for me.
Thanks, but no thanks.

- All right.

Here yo tip for the day.

(money rattling)

When you ready to make some
more of that, let me know.

Unless you like working for
other niggas' pocket change.

The choice is yours, baby.

My number on one of them
hundreds. Holla at me.

- Okay.

(crickets chirping)

(suspenseful music)

- What the hell?

Ma, are you here?

Mom, you okay? Why the lights not working?

- I guess they got turned off.

- Mom, what you mean?

I give you $500 two weeks
ago to pay the past due bill.

Didn't you pay it?

- I guess I forgot to.

- What the fuck?

- Don't you be cussing
at me in my goddam house.

You grown. You grown,
but you aint that grown.

Don't get it twisted.

- Really, Ma, you gonna try to fight me

on the mistake you made?

- I don't make no mistakes.

You know what?

Maybe I made just

one.

(chuckles) I made one.

- Wow.

- I made one mistake, ha ha ha.

- Okay.

(traffic passing)

(crowd cheering)

- Steph! Ha, three!

Hoe ass niggas aint fucking with me, man.

(phone ringing)

- Hi, Randy, how are you?

- What's good, baby?

Just playing a game. Chilling, though.

How are you?

- Not good.

- What's wrong?

- So I gave my mom the
money to pay the light bill,

but the lights are off over here.

- What? How that happen?

- Apparently, she didn't pay the bill.

- What y'all gonna do?

- Well the bill is $500,
and I only have 250.

So do you think you can loan me 250

until I get paid next week?

- 250 (exhales)?

I just bought this new game,
baby. I aint got it right now.

- Damn.

Well, do you think you
can help me with anything?

- I mean, I can ask my
supervisor for a advance

on my check, but that won't
be till tomorrow morning.

You gonna have to wait till then, Ma.

- Okay, thanks. Just call me
in the morning and let me know.

I need to get off this phone so I can use

the flashlight for the rest of the night.

All right, bye.

(crowd cheering)

- Old begging ass bitch.

Steph! Come on, man, these
nigga's fucking with me, dog.

(knocking on door)

- Why you knocking on
my door so hard, Randy?

- My bad.

I rang the doorbell,
called your cellphone.

- Well the doorbell's not gonna work

if the electricity is off.

- True.

- And my phone died in
the middle of the night.

So there you go.

Come in.

- Your moms here?

- No, I don't think so.

Were you able to come up
with any of the money?

- Actually, I did.

- Oh, that's what's up. How much you got?

- Got 40 for you, baby.

- 40, that's it?

That's not gonna be enough.

Maybe if I take the 250 I already have,

plus your 40, I can get on a payment plan.

Let me see your phone
so I can call and see.

(soft music)

Thank you.

(soft music)

The address is 4288 Larchmont.

Yep, Detroit, Michigan.

48225.

Mm-hm.

Okay, so I was wondering
if I gave you guys 290,

could I get on a payment
plan for the rest?

(soft music)

Mm.

(sighs) All right.

I understand.

Thanks, bye.

- What they say?

- They said my mama was
already on the payment plan

and she never gave them the money.

So I have to pay in full

in order to get the lights back on.

- That's messed up.

- Yeah it is.

So let me get the 40 from you
so I can keep working on it.

- All right, before I give you this $40.

That ass look fat in that robe.

Let's do something real quick.

- Randy, I'm not in the mood.

- (sighs) I been thinking
about that ass all night.

Stop bullshitting. Come here.

- Bullshitting? You the
only one bullshitting.

I been trying to get commitment from you

for over a year now.

But you wanna be fuck buddies.

Well fuck buddies don't
get this on demand.

Only my man will.

- So what, you messing
with other niggas now?

- No, Randy, I'm not
sleeping with anybody else.

But until you commit,

you can't just get this whenever you want.

Look, I'm not in the mood.

- Come here.

(Randy sighing)

Look.

You want this $40,

you gonna have to give
me some of that ass.

- Fuck your $40, and get
the fuck out my house.

- It's like that?

- Yeah, it's like that.

- All right.

All that ass, you don't even
know what to do with it.

Oh.

When you get your mind right,

and your

phone charged.

- Fuck you, Randy.

- Call me (laughs).

- Fuck you.

(upbeat music)

- Kenya, what are you doing here?

You're not scheduled today.

- Ali, I'm having a little
financial situation.

Do you think I could get a advance

and you just take it outta my next check?

- Little financial situation, how much?

- About 250.

- 250? That's a little more
than a financial situation.

I'm sorry, I can't do it, no advances.

- Well can I at least work
today? I really need the money.

- I have two waitresses coming in.

I'm sorry, Kenya, I can't do it.

I'm sorry.

- (sighs) All right.

(soft upbeat music)

Can I speak to Reno?

This Kenya.

I met you at Jaybirds Coney Island.

Yeah, the waitress.

Y'all still having that
dance party tomorrow?

I wanna come dance.

I don't have a ride, though.

You think you could come get me?

Okay, cool, I'll send you my address.

Um, so what should I wear?

I'm not a dancer. I don't
have any dance clothes.

I'll figure out something.
Okay, so, 10 o'clock?

All right, I'll see you then.

Bye.

(upbeat piano music)

♪ Look at me, take a
picture, it'll last longer ♪

- You okay?

- I guess.

I aint never did this before.

I don't know what I'm
getting myself into it.

- You know what to charge?

- Yeah, $10, right?

- $10? Hell no.

$20 for a lap dance. $50 for a nude dance.

And you know, you can
negotiate with somebody

if you wanna do something else,

like they wanna get some head
or a little pussy in the VIP.

That's up to you.

- First of all, nobody's
getting a nude dance.

And second, I'm not fucking
or sucking on nobody's dick.

And that's a fact.

- All right, well.

You'll get money either way, baby.

Just gonna come a little slower.

About to pull up now, though.

Let me show you were to put yo stuff.

All right?

(upbeat pulsing music)

- Hi, I'm Candy.

- Hi, I'm Kenya.

- What's wrong with you?
You sick or something?

- Girl, no, I'm not sick.
I'm just a little nervous.

I aint never danced before.

- Oh, shit, newbie!

So you can hang with me,

and we can milk these
trick ass niggas together.

- Period.

(soft upbeat music)

- What?

I pop one of these perks and
I can keep it going all night.

Do you want one?

- Nah, I'm good on the
perks. Thanks, though.

- Okay.

(upbeat pulsing music)

So what's yo dance name?

- I don't have one.

- You don't have one?

You gonna let these niggas
know your real name?

Girl.

- I mean, you can give me one.

- Okay, well, let me see you. Do a spin.

Titties looking nice. Ass is fat for sure.

Cute, innocent.

Mm, it can't be nothing freaky like

Big Pussy or Head Hunter.

- Hell nah.

I want something cute
and sweet like yours.

- Okay, well.

I mean, you're light-skinned
but you're not yellow.

It's like, it's giving Sexy Caramel

or like A Taste of Honey.

- Sexy Caramel is cool.

- I got it.

Karmel QT, that's you.
That's you all the way, girl.

- Yeah, that one sound better.

Let me take a look at myself
in the mirror real quick.

(soft upbeat music)

- What, I just wanted to
be the first one to do it.

They gonna be spanking
that pretty ass all night.

(soft upbeat music)

You need to calm down.

What's wrong with you? You smoke weed?

- No, I don't smoke. I
could use a drink, though.

- I got you.

You can have some of my drink.

(soft upbeat music)

Here you go, girl.

- Thanks.

- Mm-hm.

Cheers.

- Damn, the two finest girls
in the house is right here.

I know you aint gonna let
them dancers downstairs

get all the money, is you?

- We almost done here.
We finishing up, get out.

- Shit. Eh, you aint
tell me it was like that.

- Reno, get out, damn!

Don't mind him.

Hey, you need to slow
down before you hurl.

I don't want you hurling up here.

- Girl, I'm good.

- All right, well, let's go
get some motherfucking money.

- Period.

- [Candy Voiceover] This girl
don't even know what she got.

But she gonna find out though.

(upbeat pulsing music)

(dog barking in distance)

- Oh fuck.

(dog barking)

Fuck, what time is it?

(birds singing)

(Kenya sighing)

- [Kenya Voiceover] What the
hell happened last night?

Let me think.

I remember the hate in
the other girls' eyes

when me and Candy made it downstairs.

(upbeat music)

♪ Hey hey ♪

I remember my first lap dance.

♪ Hey ♪

♪ Hey ♪

I don't know what got into me.

I was grinding on his lap.

Shit, that liquor kicked in hard.

That guy was fine as hell
and had plenty of money.

I don't know who he was, but
his dick got hard as hell

and I could feel it through his pants.

Boy with the bottle was outta control.

Shit, I came while I was dancing for him.

I shoulda give him that $20 back

and tipped him a couple extra dollars.

(upbeat music)

Damn.

I really didn't plan on
doing nothing like that.

What the fuck got into me?

He didn't hit it, though. I know that.

♪ Hey ♪

♪ Hey hey ♪

♪ Hey ♪

♪ Hey ♪

But the last thing I do remember.

Candy damn sure did.

♪ I'm having visions of us elevating ♪

♪ I know it sound like a miracle ♪

♪ But since I was a young one ♪

♪ That's what a nigga wanted to do ♪

♪ I had visions of us elevating ♪

♪ I know it sound like a miracle ♪

♪ But that's what a nigga want ♪

♪ Not your average fella ♪

♪ My new rendition is kinda mella ♪

♪ She wanna party ♪

♪ I wanna chill ♪

♪ Blow some smoke in the
air, that's how I feel ♪

♪ Elevate this mind with
this theory I'm on ♪

♪ I've been there before,
there's shit on that, oh ♪

♪ I'm dealing in this composition ♪

♪ This method I'm on, it take a process ♪

♪ I'm so fluent ♪

♪ Adjacent from the ghetto ♪

♪ I'm a product of destruction ♪

(birds singing)

- The money!

(Kenya retching)

- Let me help you get cleaned up.

(water running)

(piano music)

(floorboards creaking)

- What you say, Daddy?

- What?

I aint yo damn daddy.

(Rick sighing)

(soft music)

- Did you have sex with me last night?

Did you?

- I'm not a rapist.

I don't take advantage of drunk girls.

Look, I got your number
stored in my phone.

I'll give you a call later.

We can talk about it then.

Go ahead and get you some rest.

You did good last night.

(Kenya sighing)

Aint you forgetting something?

- What?

- It's your money.

I started collecting it for you

when I saw you losing control.

I got your back.

- Thank you so much.

I thought I went through
all that for nothing.

- Go ahead and get some rest.

It was a long night.

- $2,500, just for shaking my ass?

(laughs) I'm going shopping today.

(birds singing)

- [Reno] Hey, yo.

- What's good, what's good, what's good?

(hands slapping)

What's going on, boss?

- Shit, just dropping girlie off.

- You smack?

- No, man.

- Man.

- She was drunk. I aint gonna take it.

- That was crackhead
Carla daughter, wasn't it?

- Yeah, that's what G said.

I don't know her mama though.

- Man, the way her mama be in the hood

sucking dick for that shit,

boy, I'm surprised you aint smacked.

Least somebody from the party.

Now that I think about it,

mad niggas throwing money her way

and she aint let nobody hit it.

- Guess she aint a hoe.

- Oh no, she a hoe all right.

She shook her ass. She got
paid, well, by the way.

Just because she aint fuck and suck

don't mean she somebody special, bruh.

- All right, man, I'm
gonna go back to bed.

You do the money count from the door yet?

- Hell no. I was waiting
on you to get back.

We could do it right now.

- You know what? We
can do the count later.

When your girl leave. We can do it then.

- Cool, but that aint my damn girl.

I don't be cuffing these stripper hoes.

I leave that shit to you.

- Whatever.

- Whatever.

- What you say about me, Nigga?

- You heard exactly what I said.

I said I don't be cuffing
these stripping hoes.

- Was you saying that when you was eating

my pussy last night?

(Rick scoffing)

I thought so.

- I did do that wild ass shit.

Fuck it (chuckles).

(gentle upbeat music)

- [Kenya Voiceover]
That 2,500 was the most

that I ever had in my life.

I got the lights put back on

and even paid the bills
for a couple of months.

Filled the fridge and
cabinets up with groceries

and was even able to take myself shopping

for a whole new wardrobe.

Oh, and four or five new dance outfits.

That one wild night helped me out a lot.

And I wanted to repay the man

that invited me out to the party, Reno.

(upbeat music)

- That was real nice of you
to grab my money for me.

Yeah, I was tore up.

I aint never been that drunk before.

- Yeah, you was done done.

And if I wouldn't have got it,

them other girls woulda took it from you.

They was already mad you
was making all the money.

- Yeah, they was hating, wasn't they?

- So when you gonna have the next one.

- Probably in another couple weeks.

That aint really how I
get my money, though.

My partner Rick and I just
do that for fun, you know?

- Well I'm definitely
gonna be at the next one.

So how do you make your money?

- Yep. You definitely
working for the feds.

Asking all them types of
questions on cellphones and shit.

- I don't.

Look, how about we meet for
dinner tonight? It's on me.

- On you? You treating?

- I can be ready by eight,
if that work for you.

(upbeat music)

- [Kenya] That was fun.

- [Reno] Yeah, thanks for treating.

- [Kenya] Let's go sit by the river.

- [Reno] Bet.

- So, Reno?

- Yeah?

- What's your plans for the future?

- Ah, the future. I don't
really plan for the future.

I'm too busy worrying about today.

- What you mean by that?

- I just don't plan too
far ahead, you know?

When I plan for tomorrow,
that'll be the day

somebody run up on me with a
.45 and blow my brains out.

- Don't think like that.

Planning for the future is smart.

- In my line of work,

I plan for the feds come knocking

or for a nigga to run off with the work.

Both take money.

You know, to pay the lawyers or re-up.

Other than that, I'm day to day.

- So you are in the streets? I knew it.

- I mean, I do what I do.

Does that bother you?

- It should.

Because my mom have a drug problem.

But for some reason, it don't.

She decided to be what she is, and

I gotta try my best to not be like her.

- I feel you.

(phone buzzing)

Hey, hold on, I gotta
take this call, though.

(phone buzzing)

Hello.

- Yeah, what you doing?

- I'm on a date. What's up?

- Out on a date?

Who?

- Nah, man, you don't know
her, man. What's popping?

- They outta work.

I was trying to see if you
could drop it off over there.

- Have G do it. That's
what we pay him for.

- Hey, G with me but we're
gonna have to check out

something else real quick.

- Man.

- Man, fuck that.

Money over bitches.

Meet me at the corner of
Joy Road and Greenfield.

- MOB.

All right, I'll be there in 25 minutes.

See? That's why I don't
plan for the future.

Because in my business,
when the phone ring

you gotta go get that paper.

Sorry, baby, but I gotta drop you off.

- No.

I'm not ready to go home.
Can I just ride with you?

(Reno sighing)

- Nah, I don't think
that'd be a good idea.

(crickets chirping)

- I'm tipsy.

I'm enjoying myself.

This water making me horny.

I'm not ready to end the night.

- Water make you horny?

- Not just water, but beaches,

hot tubs, being on boats, you know,

stuff like that.

- Yeah, I'm gonna have to remember that.

(Reno sighing)

All right, man, come on.

(traffic passing)

- Fellas, what up?

- What's up?
- What's going on? What up?

- Yo, aint that Coney?

- Man, where the work at?

- Hey, G. Hand me that real quick.

It's big, man.

That should definitely hold
them over until next week.

- That's what's up, man.

You know, I'm gonna grab the money

while I'm over that way too.

What y'all about to get into?

- Shamoo just hit me up and told me

to come over to the Davidson spot.

Told me it was something urgent.

- Everything good?

- I don't know,

but I'll definitely hit
you when I get there.

- All right, make sure you do, man.

I'm gonna go handle this
real quick, baby, I'm out.

- Peace.

- The fuck you laughing at, G?

- Nothing, man. Chill out.

- Man, I'm out.

- All right, man.

- Hey, man, I better not ever

catch you with no stripper bitch.

Fucking on them, that's cool.

But loving these hoes? Nah, that aint it.

- Yeah. He is looking like
a bitch ass nigga right now.

- What?

Nigga, that's my partner

and your motherfucking
boss you talking about.

Make that mistake again, I'm
gonna blow yo head smooth off.

- Yo, damn, man. I was just playing.

Chill out.

- Don't play around with that shit, man.

- [Reno] We make this stop,
and we can finish our night

with drinks at another bar
that I hit every now and again.

(siren blasting)

(siren blasting)

Fuck! Hoe ass police.

(siren blasting)

- What, you aint got no guns
or nothing on you, do you?

- No, no guns, but I did
just get that work from Rick.

- Oh, what the fuck?

- Hey, I usually don't
ride work in this car.

Aint no stash spots up in here.

- Well where you gonna put it?

- I don't know.

Shit.

I'm fucked.

- Give it to me.

- What?

- I said give it here. I'll hide it.

Come on.

(soft suspenseful music)

- License, registration
and insurance please.

- Is there a problem, Officer?

- It is now.

First you took off from that
red light a little fast.

And now I smell liquor on your breath.

Have you been drinking?

- Oh no, no, we aint been drinking.

But me and my girl are on our
way to the movies, though.

(suspenseful music)

- You're drunk. Get out.

- What?
- Both of you.

- Man.

(Kenya sighing)

- Get out now. Hands where I can see them.

Both of you.

(soft suspenseful music)

Front of the car.

(soft suspenseful music)

(car door closing)

(handcuffs clicking)

- [Reno] Come on, man,
is this really necessary?

- It's for my safety as well as yours.

Take a seat.

- Man.

On the cold pavement, bro?

(suspenseful music)

- Aren't you supposed to
call a female cop for this?

- Yeah, right. Spread them legs.

(suspenseful music)

Stand at the front of the car.
Hands where I can see them.

(soft piano music)

(trunk closing)

The car's clean.

I didn't find any alcohol
containers in there.

Stand up.

(soft suspenseful music)

Y'all enjoy the rest of your evening.

(soft suspenseful music)

- [Kenya] You too, Officer.

(suspenseful music)

- Fuck the police!

- Fuck 12.

(suspenseful music)

- Man, I thought for sure we was caught

when we got pulled over.

Hey, what you do with that big?

- Right here.

It's still a little wet. I
told you water make me horny.

It slid right in.

- Goddam.

(Reno chuckling)

(engine starting)

(suspenseful music)

- You need to stop
before something happen.

- Damn, baby.

You know you want me to hit that.

Quit playing.

- I want you to do more than hit it.

Just not this soon.

It'll be greater later. Trust me.

- All right, all right.

- Call me when you get home, okay?

- (sighs) I will.

Bye.

- Bye.

(phone buzzing)

(punches smacking)

- Hello.

- Come down to the warehouse.
Some serious business.

- I'm on my way.

- Where the hell you been at?

- I was out with my friend named Reno.

- Reno, huh?

Reno? That's what you said?

Where you get the money for
them new clothes you got on?

And all them groceries in the fridge, hm?

- I worked for it.

- Work for it.

Mm.

Worked for it, doing what?

- Whatever I had to.

Somebody had to get the lights back on

and get some food up in here.

- Whatever you had to, huh?

- I mean, you used to do it, remember?

(Carla laughing)

- So you grown now?

Well why don't you loan
your mama some money then?

You grown.

- Here, Mama.

And it's not a loan. You can have it.

- Mm.

Where you going, baby?

(door opening)

(suspenseful music)

- [Reno] What the fuck, Rick?

- What the fuck is right.

This the reason why the
money been coming up short

at the Davidson spot.

This clown ass fool thought it was okay

to open up shop on Cherry Lawn.

Aint that right, motherfucker?

What's your name?

- My name Billy, motherfucker.

- His name Billy.

(man groaning)

(suspenseful music)

Now I'm gonna ax you again.

What the fuck is your name?

- Doc, Doc Murdoch.

- Okay, Doc Murdoch, where you from?

- I'm from Seven Mile, Nigga.

- Oh you one of them
Seven Mile niggas, huh?

(punches smacking)

(suspenseful music)

Look at me.

See, it's a reason why I don't fuck

with y'all clowns on Seven Mile.

Because you all feel like you can do

whatever the fuck y'all want!

- Rick.

Rick.

Talk to you for a second.

- I'll be back, playboy. Give me a minute.

(suspenseful music)

- You know this is gonna start some shit

we not trying to get into, right?

- So?

Nigga, what do you expect
me to just let these pussies

be able to just sell work in our hood?

Nigga, you sitting on work
and aint making no money.

You okay with that? Because I aint.

- No, that's not what I'm saying, man.

- So what the fuck is you saying then?

- What the fuck I'm saying is we need

to find a better way to handle this shit.

Other than snatching
niggas up off the streets

and bodying them.

We need to learn how to be
more diplomatic with this shit.

We just can't caveman our
way through the hood, Rick.

That shit gonna catch up to us fast.

- Facts.

But I aint gonna let nobody just pump work

through our hoods, man, like shit sweet.

My mama didn't raise no pussies, man.

(Reno sighing)

- Look, man, let's burn they
shit down, to the ground.

Send his ass back to Seven
Mile beat like a little bitch.

And if we gotta put shooters on the block

or whatnot, so be it.

But I'm not trying to
get in no drug wars, bro.

We trying to elevate.

How we gonna do that if we fucking hot.

- So what, you want me to just let him go?

- Yes, man.

Let him live.

Send him back on Seven
Mile, with a story to tell.

I'll bet you they think
twice before they do

some shit like this again.

Trust me.

(hands clapping)

(soft suspenseful music)

You know I'm messing with
Carla's daughter, right?

- Yeah, I seen that.

- Tell all the hard
heads at all our spots,

stop serving her, she
cut off indefinitely.

You understand?

- Sound like you aint
trying to serve a fiend.

But yeah.

I understand.

- Good.

(soft suspenseful music)

Hey, handle getting him
up outta here alive.

- I heard you.

- All right, man. I'm out.

- It's your lucky day, home boy.

But let whoever you working for know

what the fuck happened here tonight.

And if they ever make that mistake

of pumping work through our hood again,

the next nigga coming back with a toe tag.

Got it?

- I got it.

Just make sure you tell your
boss over there thank you.

- Boss?

Aint got no damn boss.

(gun firing)

(body thudding)

Nigga, I am the fucking boss.

- Hey, boss! Can y'all dispose
of this problem properly?

I'm out!

(upbeat music)

- [Kenya Voiceover] What a first date.

We went from having good
food and great conversation

to me stuffing a eighth a
kilo of cocaine inside me.

What the fuck?

That was the first time I saved
Reno from going to prison.

And as we got closer,
it wouldn't be the last.

(upbeat music)

- My guy.

- What's up, my baby?

- What's going on with you?

- Nigga, I heard about y'all freak party.

- (laughs) Yeah, man, that mother was lit.

Where the fuck was yo ass at?

- Man, you know my girl be on my ass.

I can't even get out sometimes at night.

But, I'm gonna sneak out on her ass.

I'll be at the next one
for sure. When is it?

- It's Saturday, and
make sure you bring some

of this money that we
giving yo ass right now,

throw it on some of the strippers.

You know we gotta keep this circulating.

Speaking of which.

- Gotcha.

- Got a nice little gift for you.

- Come bearing gifts, okay.

(bag unzipping)

All right.

Hey, baby, bring that out for me.

- Rick, can you stop inviting him

to those nasty ass
parties you be throwing?

- Damn, baby, you gonna
embarrass me in front of company?

Go on and take this to the back.

And go wait for Daddy,
because I'm gonna give you

a spanking for being disrespectful.

- All right, Daddy.

Bye, Rick.

(footsteps fading)

(traffic passing)

- Yo, hey, where you at, bro?

I just left Hollywood crib.
You know what time it is.

What?

You gonna have to ditch her, bro.

And we got work. It's time
for us to put this work in.

Man, bro, you on some bullshit.

(traffic passing)

- (laughs) All right, that was cute.

Let me hit this bathroom real quick.

- Okay.

(urine splashing)

- You good, bro?

- Oh yeah, bro, I'm good.

Just admiring the nice little
platinum chain you got on.

That shit's nice.

- Don't look too hard.

- Hey, my man, this aint no disrespect.

(urinal flushing)

(water running)

Oh, shit, you got the matching Roley too.

God, I see you making moves.

- Bro.

- Hey, my man, as I told
you, aint no disrespect.

I'm a real estate agent, but I'm curious.

How many cribs you own?

- None, why?

- I'm just saying, you got
all this nice little jewelry--

- Bruh.

- Hey, my man, It aint
no beef. I'm just saying.

Look, here my card.

When you ready to put
some money toward some

grown-man shit, give me a call sometimes.

This nigga's got all this
jewelry, don't own shit.

(diners chattering)

- You know that guy?

I seen you talking to him when he was

coming out the bathroom.

- Ah, no, just some guy
admiring my jewelry, you know.

So what we eating?

(phone ringing)

(soft piano music)

- Hello.

- [Reno] You ready? I'll be
there in about 15 minutes.

- Cool. I'm almost ready.

Just meet me when you get out front.

- [Reno] Cool.

- Okay.

(soft piano music)

- Hey.

About to go make that
money, huh, Karmel QT?

- What?

- Oh, you heard me.

Karmel QT, I know all about it.

You and that party have been the majority

of the talk this last two weeks.

- And so?

- And so?

The problem is you been
the majority of the talk.

- Look, I don't care.

All I'm doing is dancing.

I mean, somebody gotta bring
some money up in this house.

- I brought you up to be better than me.

I raised you

to be better than that.

(soft piano music)

- Well apparently,

you didn't.

I gotta go.

- Well leave me some money on
the table when you get home!

Hoe!

Shit.

(soft piano music)

- Hey.

- Hey.

Now, I know you not drinking tonight.

- Actually, I might have a few.

My mama trying to stress me out.

- Aw, shit, gonna have to
keep my eye on you again.

- Once you see me in
this new dance outfit,

you aint gonna be able to
keep your eyes off me anyway.

- It's like that?

- Oh, it's like that.

- All right.

(engine starting)

(engine revving)

(police radio chattering)

- Damn, 12 up in there!

- What's gonna happen to
the people that's in there?

- Police gonna run they names.

If they clean, just a loitering ticket.

If they got warrants, they get arrested.

- Damn.

- Shit!

We keep a couple pistols up in there, man.

Look like Rick might
have to take that hit.

Damn.

- We coulda been in there.

- I know for sure if I wouldn't have left

and came and got you,
I'd have got caught up

in there with them pistols like Rick.

That's the second time you done
helped me not get arrested.

- I guess so.

- [Police Radio] Walking
eastbound, walking eastbound.

- Man, come on. I need
to go clear my head.

(gentle music)

- Reno, this is nice.

- Yeah, I remember that
thing about you, and water.

(soft romantic music)

- Stop it.

- For real, though.

You know I'm feeling you, right?

- I'm feeling you too.

- I don't know something
about the incident

that just happened and
us getting pulled over.

I think it means something.

- Something like what?

- Something like,

I need to keep you close to me.

(romantic music)

- So I guess I'm gonna try to pick up

some more hours at the restaurant

since we can't do no parties anymore.

- You like working at that restaurant?

- No.

- Are you my girl now?

- Mm.

- Yeah?

Then my girl aint
working in no restaurant.

Yeah?

Round two?

(phone buzzing)

- [Recording] Your call has been forwarded

to an automatic voice messaging system.

At the tone, please record your message.

- [Rick] Hey, boy, it's Rick.

Hey, man, where the fuck is you at?

They got me right now
at the 28th Precinct.

One of my niggas took a hit
last night for the pistol thing.

They holding me right
now for a traffic ticket.

I'm gonna need you to get
somewhere and come and get me.

I'm at the 28th, man.

(birds singing)

(dog barking)

(dramatic music)

- Hey.

- What the fuck?

- Oh shit.

- What, what, what?

What happened?

- Really, Randy?

- Baby, let me--

- Really? Really, my mama?

- Baby, it's not like that.

- Ma, how could you?

- Don't be hollering in
my damn house, Kenya.

- Baby, I'm so ...

- No, you can have this
raggedy ass fucking house

and that raggedy ass nigga.

I'm outta here!

- Raggedy ass? Baby!

(dramatic music)

- Reno, can you come get me please?

Like right now.

- Let me go!

- Let me explain. It's
not what it look like!

- Hey, yo, we got a problem?

- No, Reno, let's just go.

- You might if you start
getting in our business, Nigga.

- Hey, who the fuck is this nigga?

- An old friend. He my
mama friend now, though.

Let's go.

- Come here! Stop playing with me.

- Hey, Nigga! Grab her
motherfucking arm again.

- Nigga, and what, hm?

- [Kenya] Reno, babe, let's just go.

- Yeah, I know who you are.

You don't look so motherfucking tough

without your boys around, though, Nigga.

- My boys?

- Yeah.

(punch smacking)

- Who the fuck you thought I was, Nigga?

Bitch ass nigga, who
the fuck you talking to?

Bitch!

- Let's go. Baby, stop.

- Bitch!

(dramatic music)

- You better leave, you hoe ass nigga!

(dramatic music)

- What you want?

- What you mean? Let me in.

- Boy, bye. I did what you paid for.

It aint my fault you got your
little ass beat out there.

- What?

- I earned that shit.

- What about my $40?

(traffic passing)

- I can care less about Randy.

I would expect some
shit like that from him.

But what my mama did.

I can't go back there.

I can never trust her again.

- Look, you got all yo stuff,

so, you just stay here with me.

I stay by myself and could use
a female's touch around here.

- So I won't be in your way or anything?

- Nah, you good. Trust me.

- I do.

(jazz music)

- [Kenya Voiceover] So I
moved into my man's apartment.

It was great in the beginning.

I get to see Reno's face every day,

and he get to see this ass every night.

And every morning I
would cook him breakfast

before he went out into
the cold winds of Detroit

and handle his business.

It was all good, until it wasn't.

(balls colliding)

- Hey, when we get down
with that last pack,

we gonna need to holla
at Hollywood to re-up

on the work so we can get back out.

- What?

Boy, I aint gonna lie.

The way you been acting lately,

I'm surprised you even know
where we at with the work.

You know, considering you
got a new girl and all.

- Man, stop.

I always know where we at
when it come to the money.

Let you handle all that other shit.

- Oh, that other shit?

Oh, you mean like running the business,

making you look good?

You talking about that.

I guess I can handle that.

Anyway, it should be
done by tomorrow, though.

Speaking of which, I gotta
holla at you about something.

My man Dre, he know a connect.

Dude from Brooklyn named Brick.

Heard he given out way better
deals than your boy Hollywood.

- Your man's who?

- Dre, you know, with the gray Vette.

- Man, hell no. Fuck Dre.

Hollywood shit on point.

We been doing business
with him for a while now,

and I'm real comfortable with him.

- I mean, being comfortable is cool.

But you know we aint in business
to be comfortable, right?

You make it sound like we out here selling

PosturePedic mattresses or something.

Bro we some drug dealers.

We out here, trying to get to this money.

- What the New York connect talking about?

- Well for starters,
his work 4,000 cheaper.

And Dre said if we buy
two, he'll front us two.

- We already aint moving that much work

out the same three spots we got.

And I aint trying to handle a nigga

hounding me for no bread.

- Facts.

But I been scoping out this spot, though,

on Greenfield and Puritan.

Think we can make some
cheese up outta there.

- Man, that mean we gotta
deal with then PA niggas, bro.

They not just gonna let
us come in and set up shop

without giving us no trouble.

I aint trying to get into no gunplay, man.

We still got enough to worry
about from Seven Mile niggas.

- Bro, we are fucking drug dealers.

We gonna always get into some gunplay.

And them two extra keys?

That definitely look good in our pockets.

But you my man's 100 bands.

I aint gonna argue with
you over no petty shit.

So either you with it or you not.

(balls colliding)

- I aint with that shit.

(dramatic music)

(upbeat dramatic music)

(guns firing)

(gun firing)

- Did you hit them?

Fuck!

(upbeat dramatic music)

(door slamming)

- Babe.

What's wrong?

(dramatic music)

Baby, what happened? You scaring me.

- This city!

Them niggas!

I can't be this close
to them streets no mo!

I gotta get away from them motherfuckers!

- Baby, calm down, please.
Just tell me what happened.

- Them Seven Mile niggas.

They did a drive-by on me and
Rick at the damn pool hall!

In our own motherfucking hood!

- Has you been shot?

- Baby, baby, baby, baby.

I'm all right. I'm all right.

- Is Rick okay?

- Is Rick okay? That motherfucker good.

Crazy motherfucker saved our lives.

But we wouldn't be in
this shit if it wasn't

for that motherfucker
killing one of them niggas.

- (sighs) Oh my God.

(soft dramatic music)

- It's gonna be all right.

- I'm so glad you okay.

- We just gotta get outta the city, okay?

- Yeah.

- It's gonna be all right.

- So you ready to buy
you a house now, huh?

- Yeah, if you can make it happen.

- If I can make it happen, okay.

So how's your credit score?

- I aint got no credit.

Anything I need, I got enough cash

to make a nice down payment on.

- Really?

How much?

- Enough.

- Enough, huh? Okay, okay.

So, where do you work at then?

- Man, stop bullshitting.

You know how I get my money.

Now, when I met you,
you was talking big shit

like you could do business
with a guy like me.

Am I in the wrong office or what?

- Look here now, bro. I don't
know how you make your money.

Nor do I really give a fuck.

But I got a lawyer that can
draw up any type of paperwork

you need to get your mortgage
loan processes going.

Let me see, but you know that's gonna

cost you extra too, right?

- Aint nothing, man. Make the call.

Let me see them listings.

- Okay, okay, let's see what we got here.

Let me guess. Detroit?

- No, the burbs.

As a matter of fact, where you live?

Maybe I can get a house on your block.

- Nigga, please, I mean,
there isn't anything available

in that area at the current moment.

- Yeah (chuckles).

Yeah, that's probably because
the houses on your block

too small for somebody like me, guy.

- There you go.

Well let's see what I can
pull up for you right quick.

How's West Bloomfield for you?

- Bingo.

- Okay, let's see.

Got a couple of these right here for you.

Take a look at this.

(suspenseful music)

- Here's the 60 for the two keys.

- Okay, Big Tom.

(bag unzipping)

(suspenseful music)

So look.

(bag zipping)

These two keys that you paid for.

These other two is on consignment.

All right?

- All right, cool cool cool.

Give me about three or four weeks.

I'll have money to you by then.

- Let me ask you a question.

- [Rick] What's up?

- You believe in voodoo?

- Voodoo?

- Hell no, I don't believe in no voodoo.

- (scoffs) If you fuck
with my money you will.

- Man, I got this.

Are you ready to slide, dog?

This nigga talking about
some voodoo and shit.

(suspenseful music)

- [G] I thought you
said Reno aint want you

doing work with them New York niggas.

- [Rick] Man, fuck Reno.

That nigga been acting different

ever since him and that
bitch got together.

That nigga don't know where the fuck

this work and shit came from no way.

Shit, low key, you been handling business

way better than him lately.

- Shit, whatever you
want, for both of y'all.

But Rick, you my nigga. So
that was for you, my nigga.

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

And shit since we got
these two extra keys,

you can run the new spot like it's yours.

- Shit, that's what's up.

- Most definitely, but
you can't tell Reno shit.

This gotta stay between us.

- Cool. That's what's up.

- Yeah, man, fuck that nigga Reno.

- Fuck him.

- Yeah, Lady, I'm about
to be the man out here.

- What you talking about, G?

- Keep it on the low, but
Rick copped two extra bricks.

Talk about letting me run the new spot

like it's mines and shit.

- Nice, you all about your money.

- That's right, and if you act right,

I might get you that Gucci bag and boots

you been pressing me for.

- Pressing you?

Calling a dude I'm giving good pussy to

and asking him to buy me
something nice is pressing him?

- Stressing me, pressing me,
just straight up begging.

Whatever the fuck makes you feel better.

- Yeah, okay, I hope
you don't feel like that

when the police come busting in

while you still got all that dope in here.

- (scoffs) We'll keep all the
dope in the spots, dumbass.

Keep most of that shit in the stash house.

- The stash house?

- Yeah, the stash house.

Now you talking too much. Let
me see what that mouth do.

- Yeah, whatever.

(piano music)

- [G] Let me get this real quick.

Hey, what up, doe?

All right, for sure. I'll
meet you at the stash house.

(suspenseful music)

(door dinging)

(suspenseful music)

(door dinging)

Let's go get a room.

- [Lady] Okay.

(suspenseful music)

(Lady sighing)

(phone buzzing)

(phone buzzing)

- Yo.

- This Lady, what you doing?

- Cleaning these tools off. What's up?

- Listen, I got this lick
we can hit. You down?

- What kinda lick?

- A couple bricks.

- Oh yeah, I'm with that.
Yeah, I'm with that.

- Okay look, whatever we can
sell them for, I want 60.

- Bitch, please.

50-50 (scoffs).

You know how this shit go.

- All right, look, it's
this nigga I been fucking.

His name G, right.

I know where his stash at.

I know where he keep the bricks, all that.

Yeah.

- Sign here.

(siren blaring in distance)

And right here, to make
sure you're filing taxes

as this is your main residence.

(pen scribbling)

This is all I need from you.

Congratulations, you're a new homeowner.

- [Reno] Thank you.

- Well, gentlemen, my day is through here.

Nice seeing you again, Darrell.

- Always. Thank you, Shanna.

- My pleasure.

Gentlemen. If you'll excuse me.

(door closing)

- First off, proper celebrations.

- That's what I'm talking about.

- Yeah, feel good now, don't it, huh?

- That's right. To say less, man.

- You in the big leagues.

(both chuckling)

Toast.

Ah.

- So I got my house,
man. I got what I want.

You got paid.

So what? What now?

- One more thing.

I want you to take a
look at this right here.

Tell me what you think.

As far as an investment.

What you think about that?

(siren blaring in distance)

♪ Polaroid picture, gonna
snap me in your frames ♪

♪ Ever since I came here and
while we're at the game ♪

(muffled pulsing music)

- Damn, bro, you gonna pass the blunt?

(muffled pulsing music)

- Here, Nigga.

(muffled pulsing music)

Why you worried about the blunt?

Did you call them hoes over there or what?

- Man, they on they way over here, bro.

Let's just bag this work
up and get it over with.

(crickets chirping)

(muffled pulsing music)

(suspenseful music)

(muffled pulsing music)

(lock cracking)

Bro, you hear that?

- Yeah, I think I did.

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

(dramatic music)

(bag zipping)

- Oh shit!

(gun firing rapidly)

- It's a 40-unit apartment building.

- How much they want for it?

- One million, 250.

- Damn, 1.25?

- So the company that selling it,

they owe Darrell a favor
from back in the day,

so they put him up on there early.

They told him, if he don't buy it now,

they gonna have to put it back up for sale

in the next two weeks.

- Why he want you to go in with him?

- Because he know I got the money.

If I put up 20% down payment
in cash, which he don't got,

he can get the loan from
the bank, which I can't.

Then we get control of a
generational wealth asset.

- So, 20% of 1.25 million is $250,000.

Do you have a quarter million dollars?

- I got a hundred grand
put up for lawyers,

just in case I get knocked.

And, if I get my part of the re-up money

and all the profits, then
that's another 100,000.

- Baby, that's only 200,000.

- Yeah, yeah, and me and
Rick got another 100,000

put up together, just in case,

for like ransom money and shit.

So, if I get my half of that.

- Well, that's 250.

- Look, something told me to get out.

So,

I'm done hustling.

- Well, I don't care,
because all I need is you.

And if things get too bad,

I could just dance at a club or something.

Honestly, I was thinking
about doing Only Fans.

This ass fat enough.

- That Only Fans, that sound cool.

But you aint getting naked, though.

- Look at you all jealous now.

Couple months ago, you
wanted me to show this kitty.

- Now that I know what
it is, no way, baby.

No way.

- Here, take some pictures of me.

- All right.

So, I'm gonna start getting all the money.

And then, I'm gonna go let Rick know

that I'm outta the game.

- How you think he gonna take it?

- It's Rick. He be all right.

(shutter clicking)

- Fuck!

Who you think mighta did it?

- Man, the only niggas I know
crazy enough to do some shit

like that is them Seven Mile niggas.

- They got the two bricks the dude

from New York fronted us too?

- Us?

- Yeah, us. You came inside there with me.

He know what you look like.

- Well hit him up.

See if he'll give you an
extension or something.

- Give us an extension.

Fuck.

Fuck it, man. Pass me my phone.

(phone ringing)

(phone ringing)

(muffled music)

(phone ringing)

- Hello.

What up, doe?

Hold on.

It's Rick.

- What that fool want? He a week early.

- I don't know. He on the phone.

- Jesus.

What's up, Nigga? You got my money?

- Yeah, man, I was
trying to see if can get

a extra three or for weeks
to get you that money back.

- Huh?

- I need a extra three
to four weeks to get you

that money back, something came up.

- Let me understand this.

We just started doing business, right?

- Right.

- And you already playing with my money?

- Aint nobody playing
around with the money.

Like I said, something came up.

- Nigga, fuck you! I
want my money next week.

- Man, calm down. I can't even
understand what you saying.

- Oh you dumb? Don't tell me to calm down.

Nigga, I want my money next week!

- (sighs) Bruh, I can't
understand you while you holler.

- Talk to this nigga.

- Hello.

- Yeah, I couldn't understand your man.

He was yelling too much.

- Understand this. He said
he want his money next week.

And if you don't got that money,

I'm coming to pay you a visit.

And the only time I leave
his side is to go take a shit

or when it's time for
me to go kill a nigga.

So tell me how you
trying to do this, Ricky.

- Man, fuck y'all!

- What he say?

- He hung up.

- Oh yeah?

- Yeah.

- Okay, well, you know where
them niggas hustle at, right?

- Yeah.

- Okay, good, I aint get in
no gangsta shit in a minute.

Let's get it.

(gun clicking)

(upbeat dramatic music)

(rounds clicking)

(upbeat dramatic music)

(rounds clicking)

(upbeat dramatic music)

(flames whooshing)

(upbeat dramatic music)

(gun firing rapidly)

(gun firing rapidly)

(gun firing)

(upbeat dramatic music)

(music stops)

(phone buzzing)

- Hello.

(gun firing rapidly)

What the fuck?

I'll have your money by next week.

- Now what?

- Me and Reno got some money stashed away

just in case some crazy
shit like this ever happen.

- Now you gotta tell him
you got fronted that work.

- Nah, maybe not.

Because only me and him
know where the money at.

He aint got no reason to go
around there fucking with it.

Given like a month or two,

I think I oughta be able
to put that shit back.

Probably aint even gonna notice.

(siren wailing)

- Another hundred thousand right there.

When I get the rest of the money,

I'm gonna put it in a safety deposit box.

Then I'm gonna holla at Darrell,

let him know I'm ready to do this.

- Did you talk to Rick yet?

- I'm on my way to do that now.

- Okay, well, be careful.

- Why you say that?

- Because I love you.

- Damn, that was deep.

- Oh, and before you go,
I uploaded those pictures

to Only Fans that we took the other night.

- Get outta here. Straight up?

- Yep.

And I got 100 subscribers in two days.

- Damn, you got 100
subscribers in two days?

That's crazy.

Oh yeah, we definitely gonna
make some money off this.

- I know, right?

- Yeah, all right, so look,
I'm gonna go holla at Rick.

When I get back, you can tell
me all about how that work.

- Okay.

- All right.

(soft music)

- Rick, I'll be there in about 15 minutes.

Yep.

(soft pulsing music)

(gun clicking)

(soft pulsing music)

(upbeat pulsing music)

(music stops)

- Rick, need to holla at ya, baby.

- [Rick] Hey, G. Hey,
give us a minute, bruh.

- What's up, baby?
- What up?

(fingers snapping)

- So, this real estate dude
that I been dealing with lately,

put me up on a nice deal
for some rental property.

- What you about to sell a
couple hood houses or something?

- No, man. Bigger.

An apartment building.

- Mm.

Yeah, that is big time.

You want some of this?

- I'm good, bro.

Thing is, I'm gonna need a certain amount

of cash to get in on the deal.

- And?

- And, basically, bro,

I'm gonna try this getting
rich shit a different way.

Through hustling.

- What?

Are you through through?

Nigga, we done built
all this shit together

and you gonna just
throw it away like that?

- Nah, it aint like that, man.

- So what the fuck is it like?

- Bro, this shit is all you now, man.

All good things come to a end.

Man, we got in, we blew up,

we got money.

We aint never get knocked by the feds.

We aint never been robbed.

Man, as far as I'm concerned, we did it.

But, bro,

I'm out.

All this dope shit,
man, that's all you now.

But I'm gonna need my half of our money.

So I need my half of
the money for the re-up,

my half of the profits,

and my half from the emergency fund.

- It's that bitch, aint it?

- What?

- Yeah.

Because when she came
around, you changed up.

You don't bag up work no more.

You don't hang out with the crew no more.

And you don't do no more gangsta shit.

I bet you that bitch suck on your dick

better than her mom suck
on that glass dick, huh?

- Man, this aint about no bitch!

It's about business!

My business!

Now either you gonna come
with me and get my half

of our money, or I'm gonna just go

have to get that shit myself, bro.

- Damn.

I can't believe you
stepped to me like that.

- Believe it.

(suspenseful music)

(Rick laughing)

- Woo!

My bad, man. It's that
pack, it got me tripping.

It got me tripping.

- Yeah.

- Eh, and my bad about
talking about your girl, man.

I just got a lotta shit on my mind.

- You need help with something, bruh?

- No, bruh. I'm good,
man, you know I got it.

But now I think about it, though,

I can have G hit the spots in the morning

and then we can hit the
other spots in the afternoon

in order for you to get
all that money together.

- Yeah, I'm good with that.

We can hit them in the afternoon.

We got this paper together.
We gonna split it together.

- Facts.

- Tomorrow.

(soft music)

(Rick sighing)

(soft music)

- Hey, you good?

- Hell no.

Everything fucked up.

(phone buzzing)

- Hey, babe.

- Hey, put some clothes on.

We going for a ride.

- How did everything go?

- Better than I thought.

I'll be there in about 20 minutes.

- I remember when I first saw you

getting changed into your dance outfit.

Man, I knew I was in trouble then.

I wanted you the whole night.

I knew then we was gonna be together.

Let's hit this store real quick.

- [G] Yeah, he just
pulled up at the store.

- Just keep following them.

- [G] Alright.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- Hold that for me, baby.

I'm gonna take you somewhere real quick.

- Okay.

(gears shifting)

- So this is the new apartment building

that me and Darrell going half on.

Like it?

- Nice, very nice. What's up, babe?

- That aint it.

Go ahead, open the glove compartment.

- Reno.

- Yeah, Reno and that
chick there by they self.

They just talking.

- Is anybody around?

- Nobody.

- You know what to do.

(suspenseful piano music)

- Go ahead and take that box out.

- Baby, what's in it?

- Open it.

- Okay.

Keys?

I don't understand.

- Those are your set of keys.

- To what?

- To our new house.

- Baby, you bought a house?

- I bought us a house.

- Oh my God, like, what do it look like?

What neighborhood is it in?

Wait, but what about
the apartment building?

Can you afford this right now?

- All right, so, first of all,

it's beautiful, you know.

I can't even describe it.

You gonna have to see it for yourself.

And number two, it's in Farmington Hills.

You know, they got this nice neighborhood.

They keep the grass cut.

Neighbors nice, they keep to themselves.

And third, yes, we can afford it.

Don't worry about it. We'll make out.

- Aw, baby. I love you so much.

- Aw.

(suspenseful music)

- Oh my God, babe, look. What the fuck?

(gun firing)

(Reno coughing)

(upbeat dramatic music)

(Kenya whimpering)

(upbeat dramatic music)

- You bitches always fucking up some shit.

- Fuck you! Fuck you!

Fuck you.

(upbeat dramatic music)

(G breathing hard)

G?

I thought you was Reno's friend.

- Call the ambulance.

(G coughing)

Call the, call the ambulance.

- How could you?

- Give me some help.

(upbeat dramatic music)

- Fuck you, Nigga.

(gun firing)

(Kenya sniffing)

(mournful music)

- Hi, we're recording live
today as we have found

security footage of a deadly attack

on a Fans Only model.

Watch as she barely escapes with her life.

Kenya Washington is lucky to be alive

after her and her boyfriend
were the subject--

- Any questions that you're uncomfortable

with answering, you don't have to.

You're already cleared
of all charges, okay?

- Okay.

- So, you shot the guy on
the side of the building?

- Yes, in self-defense.

- So Gregory Holmes, the
shooter, you knew him personally?

- Yes, I knew him as G
through my boyfriend.

They were supposed to be friends.

- Do you have any idea
why this would happen

to you and your boyfriend?

- I have no idea.

- We have cellphone records
from Mr. Gregory Holmes

and the cellphone tower pings.

Your boyfriend and Mr. Holmes
left the exact same location

within an hour of each other
the same day of the shooting.

The address belongs to
a Mr. Rick Franklin.

Does he look familiar to you?

- (sighs) Yeah, I know who this is.

- Mrs. Washington, we believe
Mr. Franklin is involved

in this case somehow,

but we haven't been able to locate him.

When we do, if we have
questions about him,

will you answer them for us?

- I'll do whatever y'all need me to do.

- Thank you, Mrs. Washington.

- They're there, go ahead.

Kenya, Kenya, Kenya!

Could you give us any
details about this case?

- Miss Washington isn't
doing any press at this time.

Please let us by.

- Kenya, I heard your
Only Fans page has become

very popular since the shooting.

You're a top 10 model on there now?

- Please excuse us.

- Kenya, your boyfriend was a drug dealer.

Is that why all this
happened? Is that correct?

- Excuse us please.

- Kenya. We just want a little
bit of your time, Kenya.

Was it in self-defense?

- Did you mean to do it?
Did he make you upset?

(upbeat music)

- [Kenya Voiceover] Luckily,
Reno did put my name

on the house that he bought us.

So I was able to put it
right back on the market.

I even was able to make
a profit on the sale.

And move to Miami.

Far away from all that
dysfunction, hate and crime

that I lived with my entire life.

(soft music)

(upbeat music)

(phone ringing)

- Hello.

My food is here? Great.

Okay, the door's unlocked.

You can just bring it in and
sit it on the table for me.

Okay, great, thanks.

(soft music)

(knocking on door)

I told him the door was unlocked.

(knocking on door)

One second.

- So you still talking
to the police about me?

- Please stop!

- It aint no please stop! It
aint no fucking please stop!

Yeah, bitch you gotta go.

- Here's your food.

(gun firing)

(glass smashing)

Bitch!

(Kenya choking)

- This for you.

- Let her go!

- What the fuck?

(gun firing)

- [Kenya Voiceover] Oh, and did I mention?

My man is still alive.

(upbeat music)

♪ Coming home ♪

♪ Coming home to you ♪

♪ It's been some time ♪

♪ And I been so good ♪

♪ I realize ♪

♪ Now what I always knew ♪

♪ Coming home to you ♪

♪ Flying home, flying home to you ♪

♪ Clear sky and morning dew ♪

♪ I realize now ♪

♪ What I've got to do ♪

♪ Coming home to you ♪

(upbeat music)