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(intense music)

- [Narrator] Previously on "Love Don't Pay The Bills."

- I'm at a restaurant right now, about to meet with Romelo.

- Did I remind you, the clock is ticking, tick-tock?

- My husband and I have decided

that we're gonna get out of the business.

You know with that last assignment, it was a lot,

so we've decided to call it quits.

- Missy, you don't understand,

(Ms. Alexandro speaking in foreign language)

Me and my husband when you guys needed us,

we were there for you.

(Ms. Alexandro speaking in foreign language)

And now that we need you, you're gonna turn your back on me.

- Absolutely not.

- Is it because of Trina?

- The hell did you say.

- Just be honest with me.

Is that why you don't touch me?

- Trina, I'm your mother, all right?

Just talk to me.

- (sighing) No, you ain't no mother of mine.

You ain't shit!

(mom slapping)

- You've been here all fucking day,

you couldn't make yourself something to eat?

- Oh, I get it.

You're gonna cook and clean for all these other niggers,

but when your man asks for some food,

it's a motherfucking problem.

- (sighing) I got a new job for us.

This job, it's gonna get a little bloody.

- What you mean "bloody"?

- Some missions require you to get your hands dirty,

it's one of those missions.

- (sighing) All right, look, I'm down to ride or whatever,

but I ain't trying to kill nobody, Mack.

- I'm already knowing.

That's why in this mission,

I just need you to be a getaway driver.

- Getaway driver!

- Yeah, I'm putting the team together now.

I'll give you more details,

but the shit is going down in a week or two.

- Okay, I'll be ready.

Look though, what you been doing with your money?

- Where that come from?

- I've been taking a couple of investing courses,

and I'm thinking about investing most of my money,

so it can work for me.

- (chuckling) I need nobody to fuck around my money,

I rather blow it myself.

I'm not gonna let a white motherfucker (mumbling)

rip me off.

Hell, nah.

- That's exactly what the courses are for though,

to teach you how to grow your money instead of blowing it.

- Well, knock yourself out.

There are some more cooking to do, so you can be out.

(intense music)

- I know it hurts. - It burns.

- I know, just let me try to clean it.

I can't believe he did this shit to you.

(Missy mumbling)

- It's okay. - I'm sorry,

I just wanna get it clean, that's all.

- What the hell is this about?

- That punk-ass boyfriend of hers

put his hands on her again.

You know the one, Duke.

- It's okay, it's actually not even that bad.

- No, no, it's not okay, and it is bad.

Should no man ever put his hands on you.

You know what, if he do this shit again,

I'm gonna fucking go over there myself.

- He's actually a good person.

It's only when he drinks that he becomes aggressive.

- Nah, fuck that!

Missy is right.

Dude gonna get his punk-ass whooped.

(phone ringing)

Hello!

- Romelo, como estas!

- Hey, Mr. Alexandro!

I'm doing good.

- No, too good, mijo!

Speaking to mi esposa,

she telling to me that she talking to your wife,

and I afraid I know like (indistinct)

- Yeah, about that.

Me and my wife were thinking-

- Meet me at Mikasa una hora,

we talk then.

(somber music)

- What did he say?

- That was Mr. Alexandro.

He wants me to meet him at his place in an hour alone.

- Look baby, he's just gonna try to lure you back.

Come on, don't fall for it, okay?

We're done working for other people.

Fuck that!

- Don't worry about it.

I got it.

(Romelo kissing)

(door knocking)

(door opening)

- Hey!

Sorry, I'm late.

- (sighing) What the fuck, Trina?

Do you think this is a game?

Do you think I'll throw your ass in jail?

- Look, I just need a little bit more time, okay?

Please understand, this is not an easy job for me.

- You know what's not easy?

Throwing your ass in jail, that's not easy.

I wanna give you till the end of the week

to fucking produce, or I will throw your ass in jail.

- Okay, got it.

I'll have something for you soon.

- End of the week, Trina.

It's your last chance.

(somber music)

(door closing)

(footsteps tapping)

- (sighing) So nice of you to join me.

- Came as soon as I could, boss.

- Have a seat (mumbling)

- Thank you. (waitress mumbling)

So what's up?

- It's been brought to my attention

that your wife wants you out the business.

The problem is, the agreement was with you, not her.

So what I need to know is,

do you feel the same way she does?

- I'm sorry to say, but yes, boss,

I feel the same as my wife.

I also feel like we're putting a lot of work for you,

your family, and the organization.

And I feel as if I don't walk away now,

you'll never gimme the chance to walk away again.

- Have I not been good to you and your wife?

- Yes, sir, you have.

- Have I not made you and your wife millionaires?

- Yes, you have, boss.

- Then why?

When I need you the most, do you turn your back on me?

I've been nothing, but good to you people.

- What the fuck you mean "you people"?

- Do you know I can have George your wife kill like that?

Don't test me, son!

- I'm not your fucking son.

- Romelo, you walk to that door, you'd regret it.

- Boss, I don't have any regrets.

I appreciate everything that you've done for me

and my family,

but I ain't your fucking slave.

(Romelo sighing)

(upbeat music)

- Baby, it feels so good!

(Missy moaning in pleasure)

Oh, you got hot hands, I love it. (sighing)

Oh, this feels so good. (chuckling)

Why are you so good to me?

- You're my baby, aren't you?

(chuckling) All right then.

- Oh, I'm just thankful for you.

- Well, I told you, I got you.

You love me?

- Yes, I do.

I would do anything for you.

- Anything? - Anything.

What you need, baby?

- Nothing. (sighing) (Missy chuckling)

I just needed to hear it, baby.

- Oh, good!

- But do you still want me to do that thing to your husband?

- Yeah, (sighing) I was thinking about that.

Look, I got enough money for both of us.

I don't need Romelo's money.

You know what, he can go his way,

and I can go mine, it'd be good.

- So you're punking out on me?

- Hell, no, it's me.

I ain't punking out on shit.

I'm just saying.

I mean, at the end of the day, he is still my husband.

I mean, I don't like the nigger, let's be clear,

but I ain't trying to see him dead, shit like.

- You're confusing me.

First, you want the insurance money,

now you want him as your husband.

- Nah, baby, it ain't even like that.

- What the fuck is it then, huh?

- Oh!

Come on, Mack, what the... Babe!

Papa, look, it's just complicated.

- Well, I think you need to figure this shit out,

then call me.

- Oh, babe! - Until then,

you can get the fuck outta my house.

- Oh!

Oh, (chuckling) you're so funny.

You should have got this leg too 'cause it's ashy.

Oh!

(Missy sighing)

What you're doing?

You're tripping.

Nigga, you serious?

- Get the fuck out.

(Missy mumbling)

(somber music)

- Can I put my shoes on?

- [Mack] Nah.

(Missy chuckling)

- Wow!

Okay. (chuckling)

Wow, you're on that shit today!

Really? - Go to your husband.

- Come on.

(somber music)

Is that real?

You gonna do me like this!

You're kicking me (chuckling) out your house.

Bad!

(Missy sighing)

(door knocking)

(somber music)

(door knocking)

(Trina wheezing)

(door knocking)

- What the hell are you doing here, Monique?

- Bitch, if you'd have answered the phone,

we wouldn't be in this mess.

- What mess?

- Mama's in trouble and we need your help.

- What you mean she in trouble?

- Mama's in the hospital, and she ain't doing too good.

Somebody beat her up really bad.

- Beat her up!

Who?

When?

- I don't fucking know, we have to go to the hospital.

- (sighing) Lemme grab my...

Come on. - Bitch, hurry up!

Hurry up!

- What did they say?

- You already know what he said.

He tried to convince me to keep working for him.

- And what did you say?

- I didn't say nothing,

but then he told me how disappointed he was

that we were turning our back on him

and the organization when they needed us the most.

- (chuckling) So basically you told him to kiss your ass?

- I told him to kiss

my motherfucking ass, (Missy chuckling)

that me and my wife ain't no goddamn slaves.

- I know that's right, baby.

See, this is what I'm talking about.

- Yeah. - Oh!

- He wasn't too happy about that.

- Yeah.

- So we might need to prepare for war,

just in case he decides he wanna act up.

- Fuck him!

This is the strong black man I married

and fell in love with.

- Right. - Hmm.

Look,

I know we haven't been the nicest to each other,

but I think we can fix this.

We just need a fresh start.

- A fresh start.

- Yeah. - You sure that's what you want, Missy?

- Baby, it was this business.

It forced us to do things.

It fucking turned us into some monsters.

(Romelo sighing)

But now that we are retired,

we can get back to the original us.

(Missy kissing) (Romelo chuckling)

- Girl, you don't even like me like that no more.

- Huh, I know this is what I want.

Oh, you don't believe me! (chuckling)

(upbeat music)

(footsteps tapping) (somber music)

- What the fuck! (sobbing)

- Who in the world would do this to her?

- This is all your fault.

- How is this my fault?

- Mama came and saw you the other day,

and whatever you said to her caused her to relapse.

- I'm sorry, Monique,

but her getting high ain't got shit to do with me.

- Bitch, just the fuck it do!

See what you don't realize is words hurt,

and your words hurt her.

Mama has been home and clean for months.

(chuckling) She even went and got a damn job.

When was the last time you known her to have a job, Trina?

Exactly.

She did all of this shit to try to please her two daughters.

And unlike your ass, I even accepted her with open arms.

(sighing) But when she came and saw you,

she felt like she needed to get high afterwards.

- You don't know what the hell

you're talking about right now.

- Bitch, what the fuck did you say to her

when she came and saw you?

What the fuck did you say to her, Trina?

- You know what, I can't do this with you right now.

I'm out.

- Yeah, that's right, walk away like you always do,

you stupid, bitch!

- [Trina] Watch yourself, Monique!

- Girl, fuck you!

(somber music)

(footsteps tapping)

(upbeat music)

(Missy sighing)

(upbeat music)

- I see you started without me, huh?

- No, babe, I didn't start without you,

it's just a little pregame, little warmup.

You see, I got you taken care of.

- Huh! - I know what you like.

- I'm glad you called me, but I really missed you.

I'm sorry, I kicked you

outta the house the other night, it was...

(chuckling) Come on, Missy!

- Oh yeah, my feelings is hurt behind that shit.

(Missy sighing)

But I called you over here because me

and Melo decided to give our marriage a shot.

(somber music)

- Come on.

Are you serious?

So you called me all the way down here for that?

You could've text me.

- I couldn't, I needed to tell you face-to-face.

- So let me get this shit, lemme get this right.

You called me here

to dump me,

and tell me you're getting back with your husband

that we've been partly killed-

- (mumbling) come on, come on.

No.

(somber music)

Look, I know there's something you don't wanna hear,

but I need to be honest with you, baby.

What the heck!

- I appreciate your honesty.

(somber music)

You are a good woman, Missy.

I just wish we...

I wish we could have made it work.

- We can't, we can still be friends.

Why can't we still be friends?

- Nah, hell nah.

- What you mean?

Come on. - Hell, nah.

- (mumbling) come on, finish your drink.

- We can't be friends because I still love you.

- Mack!

(Mack mumbling)

Come on.

- You can't have us both.

- Look, just gimme some time.

Mack, come on, come back!

Mack, come on!

(Missy sighing)

(somber music)

(Romelo sighing)

- Nice view!

- Yeah.

I come up here when I wanna thank.

- What's on your mind, baby?

- You.

I haven't seen you in a couple of days.

- (sighing) Yeah, just got a lot going on.

Stressed out. (sighing)

The man I'm in love with is married.

- Hmm. - And someone then

beat my mother half to death,

and she's in the hospital.

- What the fuck?

Are you serious?

You don't know who did it?

- No, not yet.

But we're hoping once she wakes up,

she's able to tell us something.

- That's crazy!

I mean, I'm sorry, baby.

If you need something, just let me know,

just say the word.

Besides that,

I brought you up here

'cause I wanted to talk to you about us.

- Oh! (sighing)

Romelo, look, (chuckling)

I'm not coming to live with you until your divorce is final.

Please stop asking me.

- (sighing) Yeah.

About that, um,

Missy and I decided we're gonna try to work this shit out,

make our marriage work.

- (gasping) Are you fucking kidding me right now?

- What are you talking about, Trina?

I'm trying to get you to move him with me

for what months now.

What do you think,

I just got time to be waiting around for somebody like you?

Me, of all people.

Are you fucking serious?

- Do you even hear yourself?

Romelo, I would do anything for you.

- Anything, right?

Except move in with me, and let me take care of you, huh?

- (sighing) And live in the fucking closet?

You're married!

- Don't give a fuck,

you knew I was married from the beginning!

Don't bring that shit up no more!

I asked you to move in with me

because that would've been

all the fucking validation I needed.

That would've proved that you really fucked with me,

but you don't 'cause you wouldn't do it.

All you had to do was say, yes,

and I would've got rid of Missy's ass just like that,

but you couldn't because you're full of shit.

- If you would backdoor your wife like that,

how am I supposed to trust you?

Hmm? - Me, trust you? (sighing)

Yeah, maybe you shouldn't trust me.

- Good, because I don't.

I told you it was manipulation from the gate.

And look, and I still don't even know

what you do for a living.

- I sell drugs, Trina!

I kill people for a living.

But you knew that 'cause you ain't that fucking stupid.

You happy now, huh?

You got me to say my truth.

You gonna be able to sleep good at night?

- (sighing) You're an asshole.

Fuck you!

- Right.

Why don't you go fuck one of your clients instead?

(flicking paper)

- Hey, good morning!

- Oh, good morning!

I'm sorry, I was late, traffic was crazy.

- Oh no, it's okay.

I ate some leftovers and Romelo's not even home.

- (chuckling) Is there anything I could do for you?

- Mm-hmm, not at all.

What- - Okay.

- Hold on, uh-huh.

What's that on your face?

- This is nothing.

Literally it's nothing.

- Hold on. (chuckling)

Did Duke do this to you?

- (sighing) Ma'am, I promise you, everything is okay.

- Come on.

(maid sighing) - Come downstairs, help me get dressed.

- Where are we going?

- To your house.

It's the last day he put his hands on you.

- Come on.

All right, so what's up?

- Here's your fucking evidence.

- Calm the fuck down!

What's wrong?

- I'm just sick of this shit.

I'm ready to get back to my life.

- What's on this recording?

- Romelo was saying that he sell drugs and kill people.

- And?

That's it?

- What the fuck you mean, is that it?

Yes, that's it.

That's what you asked for.

- No, I asked you to get him doing

something incriminating on camera.

Or did you forget about that small little detail?

- Oh!

Well, I don't know how I'm supposed to do that now.

Romelo just broke things off with me.

(speaker sighing) He don't wanna see me again.

- I highly fucking suggest,

you do whatever it is you have to do.

And I do mean whatever you gotta do to get back with him,

I need my fucking evidence.

- That was not the agreement.

- It is now.

- You know what, fuck you!

I did my part.

- 24 hours.

You got 24 hours to get me my evidence,

or I'm going to arrest you, your mother, and your sister.

Do not fucking try me!

(somber music)

(door opening)

(somber music)

- Mama, are you okay?

- Oh!

Yeah,

I'm okay.

I just got like a really, really bad headache.

(mama sighing)

You haven't been sitting here all night, have you?

- I haven't left you since you've been in here.

Oh, and Trina's here too.

- Trina, what the hell are you doing here?

Don't you hate my guts?

- No, I do not hate your guts.

And I'm here because you are my mother.

- (sighing) Child, please,

you could care less if I live or if I die.

- Ma, look, I did not come here to fight with you.

If you want me to leave, just say that.

- Ma, don't worry about her.

Look, do you know who did this to you?

- Yeah.

I think his name was Kev, or Kevin.

- Wait, did you say Kevin?

- Yeah, Kevin.

Oh!

(mama sighing)

- Is this the guy that did that to you?

- Yep, that's him.

- Who is that?

(mama sighing)

- It's my ex.

- Wait, why would your ex-boyfriend attack mama?

- Don't worry about it.

I'm gonna handle it.

- What you mean, "Don't worry about"?

Where are you going?

Trina?

Trina?

- Just let her go.

Just let her go.

(footsteps tapping)

- Bitch, I'm gonna kill you when I get up outta here, right?

- Shut the fuck up!

So you like hitting old women, huh?

That's what you like to do, my nigga?

- You must not know who you're fucking with.

- No, you don't know who the fuck you're fucking with.

What the fuck she did to deserve to be a hit on anyway, huh?

Do you even have a fucking job, my nigga?

- That's my bitch.

She's cooking and cleaning for you and Romelo,

and come home and don't wanna do shit for me.

- This is silly, motherfucker!

You are as dumb as fuck!

You know that's her job, right?

- (sighing) And I'm gonna do a job on you

and her when I get up out of this shit.

- You know what you need to do.

- I never shot a gun before.

- Aim it and pull the fucking trigger.

- Put that shit down.

- Do it!

- Bitch, put that gun down!

When I get up outta here,

I might take it easy on you. - Shut the fuck up!

What I said?

Kill this nigga!

I need to know if I can trust you.

(gun firing)

(Missy sighing)

(cartridge case dropping)

- Huh?

- Yeah, come on.

I'll get somebody to clean this shit up. (sighing)

Let's go!

(footsteps tapping)

(phone ringing)

- Hey, what's up?

- Hey, man, a job I told you about?

- Yeah, what about it?

- Yeah, it's going down tonight.

- Tonight?

Can we do that shit another day?

I got a lot of shit going on right now, Mack.

- Nah, gotta be tonight.

So look, be ready, meet me at the spot at 10:00 p.m.

Don't be late.

- Fuck!

(door knocking)

- Hey, you want to see me?

- Yeah.

Come in.

- Hey, listen, before you say anything,

I just wanna tell you that I'm sorry, and I love you.

And if it helps, I paid off my debt,

and I'm officially outta the game.

(somber music)

- Why you had to go and mess everything up?

(Kevin sighing)

- Babe, what's the gun for?

- I loved you, Kevin!

Anything you asked of me, I did.

Paid all the bills, gave you good loving.

Came down to that filthy-ass jail for years.

I held you the fuck down,

while you told me nothing but lies.

- Hey, look!

I'm sorry.

If you gimme a chance, I promise I could fix this.

- (sighing) Uh-huh.

You can't fix this, not this time.

This lady look familiar to you?

- And where'd you get this from?

Why you got a picture of this crackhead?

- That crackhead is my mother,

and you beat her like some filthy fucking animal.

- Baby, that lady owed me a lot of money.

I had no clue that was your mother!

- Well, if you had a regular job like you told me you did,

we wouldn't even be here right now.

- Baby, come on, think about this!

- I've thought about this shit all day.

(Kevin sighing)

(gun firing)

(somber music)

(Trina sighing)

- It's okay, you're safe now.

We got you.

The first one is always the hardest.

- Hey, baby!

What, what's going on?

What's wrong with y'all?

Duke put his hands on Maria for the last time.

- Oh!

Oh, I'm sorry, Maria.

Hey, can I talk to you for a minute now?

- Yeah, yeah, sure.

We'd be right back, babe.

What's up?

What's the problem?

- What the fuck are you thinking?

- Look, if I didn't do something, he was gonna kill her.

- So you just gonna kill the motherfucker

right in front of Maria?

- No, I made her do it.

- What? - Uh-huh. (chuckling)

Look, her hands gotta be just as dirty as ours

'cause that way she feel like telling on somebody,

guess what, she just told on herself.

Boom!

That was a play, right? (chuckling)

Babe!

- No. (sighing)

You're right,

but you're still wrong.

Come on!

Look, don't you make no more decisions

without talking to me first, all right?

- All right.

- You making us hot.

You're reckless!

- Can I do anything right?

Huh?

(Missy sighing)

You all right?

We got you, okay?

(somber music)

- What do you want?

- Hey, hey, hey!

Trina, look, look, look.

Listen to me, all right?

I just wanna say that I'm sorry.

All right?

I didn't mean none of that shit I said, okay?

I was just hurt.

You know I'm a fucking man, you know I got pride, baby,

I didn't mean none of that shit.

You know that I love you, I wanna be with you.

I just wanna say I'm sorry, all right?

- (sighing) You called me up to meet me

just so you could dump me, after all I did for you,

hiding in closets to protect you and shit.

- Right, that's why I said, baby,

I didn't mean none of that shit.

Just, look, let me come see you,

so I can tell you I'm sorry in-person, all right?

- (sighing) Yeah, well,

you probably won't see me again for awhile.

I'll most likely be locked up by the end of the night.

- What the fuck are you talking about?

- The cops are onto you, Romelo, you and your wife.

They wanted me to get evidence on you

or put me and my whole family in jail.

So here I am once again protecting you, (sighing)

just for you to cut ties with me.

Thanks a lot, babe.

- No, fuck!

- Look, it's 100,000.

You find you a place, get you a car,

you're family now, okay?

You ain't even gotta work here no more, just we got you.

(Missy sighing)

Hey, (mumbling)

- Hey, hey, listen to me.

I need both of you to get up and pack a bag real quick,

we gotta get the fuck outta here.

- What the fuck is happening?

- Alexandro put the Feds on us.

We need to leave town before shit gets hot.

- Shit!

- No, now, like come on, let's go.

The fuck, we can talk about this shit later.

(somber music)

- She said, "Mack, I can't work, I got Covid."

I said, "Bitch, you better call for the dick or something."

- No, that's all right. - Get my money.

(comrade chuckling)

Yo, where the fuck you've been?

You're late.

You're supposed to be here at 10:00 p.m.

- It's only 10:04.

- Yeah, you're late.

Time is money, man.

Get focused.

- You ready? - Come.

Who the fuck you're talking to like that?

Come on, let's go, man.

(footsteps tapping)

(somber music)

- That's why I told you to be on time,

I knew it was gonna rain.

Everything is calculated, you hear me?

All right, so listen up.

When we get inside, we're gonna kill everything moving,

but we gotta neutralize anybody that's inside that house.

You two, you guys go upstairs, find the money,

get all of it: Money, jewelry, whatever.

And we're gonna double up on this payday.

And you, all you gotta do is

keep this motherfucker running.

All right? - All right.

- We coming out.

We're gonna have enough money to pay for our retirement,

in and out in 10 minutes.

- You said we was gonna retire with the last one.

This really gotta be it, Mack.

- Oh, what?

Why you always gotta talk back and shit?

- Let's go.

- Man, put the windshield wipers on, Trina.

- Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

(somber music)

Wait, why are we at Romelo's house?

(gun cocking)

(Mack sighing)

- Him and his wife are the mark.

I didn't wanna tell you 'cause I knew you'd bitch up

like you're about to do right now.

Alexandro wants his wife and his head on the platter,

and I'm gonna deliver.

- Okay, hold on, wait. .. Ain't no fuck hold on, wait!

I told you to stop fucking with Romelo.

He's a trick, he's a John.

He's always business, never personal.

And I'm never gonna let anybody

stay in the way of me getting this money.

And that's retiring, getting out this fucking game.

You down?

I asked you, are you motherfucking down?

- Yeah, man.

Come on, let's go.

- Everything is ready?

- Yeah. - Y'all locked and loaded?

- Yes, sir. - Let's get this.

(gun cocking)

(car door opening)

In 10 minutes.

(Mack sighing)

(car door closing)

(somber music)

(gun cocking)

(intense music)

(gun cocking)

- Look, all right, we got everything we need.

- I got it.

- We can get to the airport.

Oh, shit!

- Where the fuck do you think you're going, huh?

Put your hands up.

Y'all go upstairs, go find the money.

- Mack, what the fuck you're doing?

- You know what the fuck it is?

You guys go upstairs and go find the money.

- What, you know this, nigga?

- Yeah, she know this, nigga.

- All right, what they paying you money?

Because I pay you double.

- Man, shut the fuck up!

- Who you're with?

Who put you up to this, huh?

Come on, no, no, let's talk like men.

- Oh, you wanna talk?

You wanna talk? - Hold on, hold on!

- Let's talk. - Oh, no!

- Let's have a conversation.

- Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah. - What the fuck

you got to say? - No, you got it.

- I'm listening.

- Oh, you got it, you got it.

- Oh, oh, you want me to respond to that?

Motherfuckers! (gun firing)

(cartridge case dropping) - Ah, shit, man, come on!

(Missy screaming) - Oh, you hear me now, huh?

- Yeah, yeah.

- You hear what I got to say now, huh?

(Missy mumbling)

Where the hell is the money?

- Man, they broke in, they don't got shit in here.

- Then it's money.

All right, look, look, look.

It's money you want.

Look, me and my wife can take you

and get whatever you need, I got the money.

We can get it for you, huh?

Come on.

- Wait!

- Hmm, Romelo!

- Chill!

- Job 4:8 says, (chuckling)

those who are evil shall be destroyed.

- Right?

- But those that have hope for the Lord

shall inherit the land.

Nigga, I want your land, your jewelry,

your money, and your wife.

(gun firing)

- Trina!

(sighing) Hey!

- I'm sorry, but I'm in love with your husband,

and you're in the fucking way. (sighing)

- Hey, hey!

Baby, calm down!

- Baby, what the fuck? - Eh, well-

- What the fuck you, fucking bitch,

you got this fucking bitch in my house!

(Romelo mumbling)

- (sighing) Look, Trina, look at me, look!

Hey!

We can figure this out together,

all right, all three of us.

- Uh-huh, no, fuck that!

(Trina panting) (Missy sobbing)

I want you all to myself, Romelo.

(Romelo panting)

- All right, put the gun down.

All right. - You fuck it!

I don't even believe it! (sobbing)

- You love me, you're the one I want to be with, all right?

Just put the gun down, and we can figure this out together.

Okay?

Put it down.

Put the gun down.

(somber music)

- They tried to get me to rat you out.

They tried to get me to kill you, but I couldn't.

I couldn't.

I love you.

(gun firing)

- Baby!

Ugh!

Oh, no, no!

(Trina sighing) Baby, no!

(Romelo panting)

What the fuck did you do?

- So you're the nasty bitch

that thought she was gonna take my man?

Bitch, that's my motherfucking husband!

Die, bitch!

(gun rapid firing)

(Romelo panting)

(gun dropping)

- I did it, man!

(gun firing)

- No!

(gun firing)

- Mr. Alexandro, it's done.

(brooding music)

(somber music continues)

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