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(logo whirring)

- [Presenter] Previously on "Love Don't Pay the Bills".

- Look, look, we going kill Romelo,

but we gotta make it look like an accident.

- I need you to help me take down Romelo,

and his wife, Missy.

- Romelo and Missy?

What do you want with them?

They're legitimate business owners.

- I did.

And I swear you can't trust nobody, nowadays.

But Forker wants to take over my company.

But I own most of the shares.

So, with me out the picture,

he puts himself in a position to buy me out.

And I got out of that.

- And while you on it, I want you to do one more thing.

I'm going to need you to kill Henry.

And if his wife is with his kids, I want them dead too.

Muertos todos.

Nobody gets away with disrespecting us.

- I'll take Henry out, and his whole family if need be.

- Well, nobody will know that this is a camera.

I just need you to wear it around him, all right?

Just be yourself, it's all you gotta do.

- Henry is in the office today.

You need to go handle that shit.

- I got it.

- [Missy] Handle this, man.

- Chill out.

(tense music)

- Did you do it?

- No, Erica bitch-ass stopped me

right before I could shoot him, but no, no, no, no, no.

It's cool, I can get him later, don't worry about it.

- I gotta do everything my fucking self.

- Missy, what do you want me to do?

Shoot this nigga in front of the whole office?

- That's what I said, nigga.

You know what, you're pathetic, man.

- Where the hell you think you going?

- I'm about to go kill Romelo's wife.

Do some shit you can't do.

- All right, all right, hold on.

Missy.

Fuck.

(tense music)

(logo whirs)

(door squeaks)

- Hey, Mrs. Alandro, is your husband around?

- How can I help you?

- I'm here to talk to you about that new deadline.

- What is it you want?

- Well, considering the amount of work that you gave me,

I think it's kind of unrealistic

that I'm able to move that amount of work

in that short period of time.

So, I'm just here to ask for an extension.

- Do you ask for? (tense music)

(speaking Spanish) Ask that bastard!

We deliver, did you deliver?

(speaking Spanish) Or don't ask.

(speaking Spanish) Listen.

- Mrs. Alandro, I appreciate the opportunity

that you and your husband has given me.

The last thing I wanna do is disappoint you,

but I just don't have the manpower

to move that amount of work in that short period of time.

So, I'm just asking, can you and your husband work with me?

(speaking Spanish) They're fucking crazy.

(speaking Spanish) You're crazy.

- Do you know that I know your entire family?

Your lovely madrecita, your mother,

and I know your girlfriend.

(speaking Spanish) Your bitch is funny. I know her.

You know I can send a hit squat to kill y'all?

Do you understand?

(speaking Spanish) Understand?

(speaking Spanish) Quiet!

(speaking Spanish) I'm not talking to you.

Get out! (speaking Spanish) Out!

- Let's go.

(tense music)

(speaking Spanish) Idiots.

(Romelo sighs)

(chill music)

- Hello?

- Where the hell you been at?

I've been calling you all day.

- I'm sorry, I had some running around to do, but what's up?

You miss me?

- Hell yeah.

You know I miss you, I need to see you.

- Why, is everything okay?

- Nah, not really.

You come see me tonight and I'll tell you all about it.

- Yeah, I'll meet you, but I ain't coming to your house.

I am not trying to deal with your crazy ass wife

and I for damn sure sure ain't getting in no closet again.

- Yeah, pull up at my spot downtown.

What you want, about 10 o'clock?

- Okay, cool, see you tonight.

(chill music)

(door slams)

(footsteps pattering)

(knocking on the door)

(footsteps plodding)

- Mack. - What's up, Trina?

- What's good? - How you doing?

- I'm all right, just running some errands, that's about it.

What you up to?

- Man, just chilling out.

Look, here's your half of the money for the other night.

- Appreciate it.

- You ain't gonna count it?

- No, I trust you.

- You better trust me.

But look, I got a lid coming down the pipeline,

so, I need you to take a couple days off.

Get your mind right.

- Okay, cool.

- You still messing with that clown, Romelo?

- What's your issue with him?

- I ain't got no issue with him.

I just want you to keep it business.

I see things like this happen all the time,

and it messes up everything.

And I want you to be on point.

- It's all good, we just cool, that's all.

- "We just cool, that's all."

All right, I'm gonna leave it alone.

- Look, I appreciate you always looking out for me.

I know it may seem like I don't be listening,

but I definitely hear you, know that.

- All right, I hope so.

I'll see you later. - All right.

(Mack sighs)

(doorbell rings)

- Hi, can I help you? (knife thuds)

(knife thuds repeatedly) (woman gurgles on blood)

- And it's crazy how they bumped up our time,

- Bro, you know how they do.

They killing everything about they money, man.

- Man, I know, what the fuck we gonna do?

- I know you don't wanna do this, bro,

but you gonna have to ask Trina for that money.

We all outta options.

- Bro, I told you, asking for money is not an option.

The first thing she gonna ask me

is what I need the money for.

- Fuck it, come clean.

Bro, our lives are on the line here.

You know how the cartel do.

- Gotta be another way for us to get this money.

- Ain't no other way.

We explored all our options, bro.

Look man, it's time for you to take one for the team.

Fuck all that shit you talking.

- What the fuck you gonna do?

- Yeah?

- The wife is down.

- Wait, whoa, whoa, whoa, what?

Wait, Missy, where the fuck are you at?

- Handling my business.

Doing something you don't know how to do no more.

- Yo, stop playing with me.

Tell me where you at right now.

- I'm at Henry's house.

Don't worry about it, 'cause when he walk through the door,

I'm gonna take care of that too.

I just need you to come through here and clean this shit up.

- All right, send me the address.

Stop playing, send me the address right now.

(intense music)

(Missy vocalizing) (Missy laughing)

Damn.

- Bro, listen, I need your help.

Yeah, man, yo, I got too much work.

Yes, come, yeah, I gotta go, bro.

I think that's my lady.

- What the hell is this?

- I fucked up.

- Get this shit outta my house right fucking now.

Are you crazy?

- Baby, calm down and hear me out.

I need your help, and if you don't help,

they gonna kill us both.

- What the fuck are you talking about?

What you mean kill us both?

I ain't got shit to do with none of this.

- The people I work for don't care about none of that.

I bit off a little more than I can chew.

And I need you to help us get us outta this.

- Why the fuck do you keep saying "us"?

Kevin, I ain't got shit to do with this.

This your mess.

- Baby, listen, listen.

I need 300,000 by the end of the week or we're both dead.

Look, I'm sorry I got you in a mix of this,

but I need to borrow with some money please.

- So, you just been pretending

and lying to me about having a fucking job,

and you really out here slinging dope again?

Really, Kevin?

Un-fucking-believable.

- Baby, I'm sorry.

- You motherfucking right you sorry.

Sorry as fuck.

- Fuck!

(plastic bag crinkling)

(knocking on the door)

(glass clinks) (tense music)

(door creaks)

- The fuck did you do, Missy?

- I did what the fuck I had to do.

- God damn it.

Did anybody see you come here?

- Hell no.

You know this ain't my first rodeo.

- Fuck, fuck, fuck.

All right, all right, all right, listen, fuck.

Henry's gonna be here any minute.

So, you need to get ready,

- Nigga, come on now, it's me.

I stay ready.

(phone ringing)

- Yeah?

- Hey, you holler her about that money?

What'd she say?

- I asked and yo, she's pissed.

- What did she say?

- I told her what was going on.

Yo, she stormed out.

But I think I lost her this time.

- Bro, fuck all that.

Is she gonna give you the money or not?

- I don't know.

Like I gotta wait till she calm down,

and have that conversation.

- Look, it's good that you came clean to her.

She was bound to find out sooner or later anyway.

But bro, come on now.

It's better she heard it from you anyway,

and not nobody else.

- Bro, man, I love Trina, man, I can't lose her.

- Nigga, if that love real, she ain't gonna go nowhere.

But if she bounce, do you know what the fuck it is?

- All right, bro, whatever.

This nigga, bro.

- Oh, my God.

What the fuck was that about, Missy?

- The fuck you mean?

I had to do what I had to do.

- No, you always trying to just do too much.

(phone ringing)

- Who was that, one of your little whores?

- Why you so small minded?

Every time my phone ring, it gotta be a whore?

- Small minded, really?

Is that coming from the guy who gets caught cheating, huh?

On several occasions with several raggedy bitches?

- Raggedy bitches?

- But you wanna call me small minded.

- When was the last time you caught me with a raggedy bitch?

You bringing up old shit, Missy.

- No, because your old shit be your new shit.

- That's why we here now.

You always bringing up old shit.

- No, no, no, no, no, no, baby, baby.

- Henry, Henry, Henry, Henry, look, I can explain.

I can, calm down, calm down, I can explain.

Let me explain.

- No, no, I'm gonna call the police.

- You don't want to phone the police now.

(gun shot)

Shouldn't have said you were gonna call the police.

- Shit, Henry, Missy.

All right, we gotta clean this up.

- We?

- Yeah, you need to wipe down

everything you touched in here.

(Missy scoffs) - I be in the car.

- Really motherfucker?

(door shuts)

Damn.

Hey, it's Ro, yeah, I need a cleanup.

Two.

I know, I know.

I'ma text you the address soon as we hang up.

(tense music)

- Trina, this better be important for you

to get me outta bed this time of night, huh?

The fuck.

- Kevin going to tell me

that he gotta come up with $300,000,

and whoever he owed his money to

going to kill him and me if he don't pay him.

- So, let me get this straight.

So, Kevin's been in the street the whole time he's been out

and you didn't even know about it?

You slipping.

- That nigga promised that he was done

with the streets when he was locked up.

He swore up and down

that he would never put us in this predicament ever again.

I told him how I hated going up there

to that nasty, filthy ass jail.

Him going to prison behind drugs

is the whole reason I even have to do what I do.

- Look, I know you in your feelings right now,

but we gotta think about this.

If he's serious about the people he owed money to,

then, we might have to give him the money.

- Fuck no.

I ain't giving him shit.

- Trina, you might not have no other choice.

- Kevin can kiss my black ass.

If they kill him, they kill him.

So be it.

- So, then what happens when they come for you?

- Well, I'll just have to deal with it if and when it comes.

- That's your answer?

- I need a drink.

I'm going home and I'm kicking this clown out my house.

I'll be in touch.

(footsteps stomping)

- Ma'am, welcome back home.

- Hey, Maria.

- Is there anything I could do for you?

- No, go ahead and take the rest of the night off.

- Okay, good night.

- Night.

- We did that shit.

Hey. - What?

- You know we make a good fucking team, right?

- You know what?

I'm not fooling with you, nigga please.

I'm tired of taking up slack for you.

I've been saving your ass and saving your ass.

- Oh, my God.

All right, yeah you- - If I didn't make a move,

you would've still been waiting for the perfect time.

- No, you got it.

You saved my ass tonight, I'll give you that.

- I save your ass every night.

- But I like watching your ass,

and when you're doing your thing,

that shit turned me on, girl.

Being the boss ass bitch that you is.

- Get off me.

- Thank you, you took him out.

- I can't stand you. - Take your ass out.

You know that turned me on.

Come on.

This what made me fall in love

with your ass in the first place.

- Mhm.

Kevin, get your ass up!

You think you finna lay up in this bitch comfortably

after lying in my motherfucking face?

Get up!

- Baby, I'm sorry, just gimme a chance to prove it.

- Prove what, nigga?

It ain't nothing else to talk about.

Get your shit and get the fuck out!

- So, you really gonna kick me out at a time like this?

- I sure the fuck am.

I can't even stand to look at your ass.

You make me fucking sick.

- Come on baby, I just need another chance.

- Another fuck-

Nigga, get your shit and get the fuck out

before I call the motherfucking police.

- Wow.

- Since you wanna sell drugs.

- So, you really gonna threaten me with the police.

- You got 15 minutes.

Your choice.

- Whatever.

- Fucking ass nigga.

(trap music)

(indistinct vocalizing)

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