All language subtitles for Romeo and Isabella

(dramatic music)

♪ I’ll be on my way ♪

♪ I’ll be on my way ♪

♪ Ooh girl, your face
has, has got me hooked ♪

♪ It lets me know
that I’m doing right ♪

♪ But face it ♪

♪ I’m your number one now ♪

♪ Get you on a level
that you wanted ♪

♪ Give you a little
something that you needed ♪

♪ Let me take you high ♪

♪ High, high, high ♪

♪ Swimmin’ in your
love like the sea ♪

♪ Tellin’ all your
friends about me ♪

♪ Girl, when I touch on you ♪

♪ Expressions on your face
makes me love on you ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Girl, I pictured you ♪

♪ Incredible, amazing,
and it all came true ♪

♪ Did I forget to mention
that you’re sexy too ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Beautiful you are, let’s
get something started ♪

♪ I got you so deep in love ♪

♪ You don’t know
what you do to me ♪

♪ You don’t know what
this does to me ♪

♪ The way you look at
me, girl I like that ♪

♪ Blowin’ me a kiss
I kinda like that ♪

♪ When you say you love
me girl I say it back ♪

♪ Even when you’re mad
I kinda like that ♪

♪ When you stand back ♪

♪ Girl your face
has got me hooked ♪

♪ It lets me know
that I’m doing right ♪

♪ Face it, I’m your number one ♪

♪ Get you on a level
that you wanted ♪

♪ Get you a little
something that you needed ♪

♪ Let me take you high ♪

♪ High ♪

♪ Girl ♪

♪ I wanna lock you
down for real ♪

(keyboard keys clacking)

- Hey, Isabella?

- Hey.

I’m finishing up some of
the final cash reports

for the month.

- That’s actually what I
wanted to talk to you about.

Were you off balance last week?

- Not that I know of.

- Actually, it shows that
you were off by $100,000.

- There’s no way.

- I had Special
Accounts check it twice.

(Isabella sighs)

- I’m sorry, I, I thought...

- What’s going on with you?

I mean, six months ago you
were at the top of your game.

You were headed for a promotion.

- It’s just...

- Is it Derek?

I thought you were
done with him.

I mean, after that
stunt he pulled?

- He’s just all I
can think about.

- He almost took your life.

He honestly should be in jail.

- It’s just, it’s just
hard to let him go.

- I don’t know how many
times I have to tell you,

he’s never going to change.

- I’m sorry about the reports.

- Listen, you’re
my top accountant

and I need you at the top again.

So I’m gonna give
you some time off.

Take a week, recharge
your batteries.

- I appreciate
it, but it’s fine.

I’ll, I’ll get it together.

- Are you sure?

Because I can’t turn
in another report

that’s thousands
of dollars over.

I’ll have to fire you.

You know that, right?

- I understand.

(R&B music)

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ And that shit swangin’ ♪

♪ Talkin’ my language ♪

♪ Need a GPS, don’t
know where to go ♪

♪ And until I find you ♪

♪ I’ll be interstate
swingin’, interstate ♪

♪ Interstate
swingin’, interstate ♪

(soft music)

(shower water pattering)

(soft music)

(Isabella sighing)

- I’ll just text him.

(soft music)

(phone buzzing)

Hello?

- [Derek] What?

- Hey, how are you?

I texted you earlier.

Not sure if you got it or not.

- [Derek] Yeah, I got it.

- Mm, you weren’t gonna respond?

- [Derek] For what?

You made it perfectly clear
what you wanted from me.

- Derek, that’s not fair.

You know what you did to me.

- What I did to you?

What about me?

What about everything
I was going through?

- You still can’t
do what you did.

- [Derek] Why did
you call, Isabella?

(Isabella sighing)

- I don’t know.

I just, I’ve just
been lonely and

I wanted someone to talk
to and I thought, you know,

maybe we could, you know?

- [Derek] Maybe what?

Isabella, look, I have some
things I need to work on.

I can’t do the
things I did to you.

- Why can’t we work
on them together?

I, I...

I’m a wreck.

I’m a wreck and everything
is falling apart

and I need help
picking up the pieces.

- I’m the reason the
pieces are there.

Bye, Isabella.

(phone line beeping)

(Isabella sighing)

(footsteps thudding)

(Maggie sighing)

- Hey Isabella.

- Hey. What’s up?

- How’s my MVP doing?

- Doing good. Got
some rest last night.

More than usual.

- That’s good. I’m
so glad to hear that

’cause I actually have a
big favor to ask of you.

- Sure, what’s up?

- Can you stay late
tonight, please?

One of my kids has a
play tonight at 6:00.

- Little Kathy acting in a play?

- Yeah, she is.

And I missed the last one, so
I can’t miss this one, too.

- Yeah, yeah, that’s fine.

I can stay later.

- Oh my God, you’re
the best. Thank you.

- Thank you.

- [Maggie] Oh and
great job yesterday.

Everything balanced perfectly.

- Perfect. Thanks so much.

- [Maggie] Girl,
you’re on your way.

(Maggie chuckling)

(footsteps thudding)

(tense music)

(keys jangling)

(tense music)

(hit thuds)

(heartbeat thudding)

- [Woman] Stay the
fuck away from him.

(heartbeat thudding)

Do you hear me?

Don’t bother him no more.

(heartbeat thudding)

- [Maggie] Do you
know who it was?

- I think it was his sister.

- [Maggie] Are you
gonna press charges?

- No.

- [Maggie] What, are you crazy?

Why not?

- I might.

Oh, I don’t know.

If I do, then I’ll be
labeled as a snitch.

- [Maggie] So?

Who cares about that?

You were assaulted.

(Isabella sighing)

- Listen, where I come
from, we don’t do that.

I’ll take care of it myself.

- [Maggie] Listen, just
take some time off, please,

and get this figured out.

- Hey, someone
else is calling in.

I’ll call you back.

- [Maggie] Okay, bye.

- Bye.

Hello?

- [Michelle] Hey, Isabella.

This is Michelle.

- Hey, Michelle.

I haven’t talked
to you in a while.

- [Michelle] Yeah,
it’s been a while.

The last time I saw
you was college?

- Yeah, sounds about right.

- [Michelle] Uh, do
you remember Whit?

- Whitney?

Yeah, we used to hang out
after the football games.

- [Michelle] Yeah.

She died last week.

(Isabella gasping)

Yeah, she was killed.

- Oh my goodness.

By who?

- [Michelle] I don’t know.

- Oh my God, what happened?

- [Michelle] They said she
was just sitting in her car

and somebody came up and
shot her in the head.

- Oh my God.

- [Michelle] ] Yeah.

Her funeral is in two days.

I thought you should know.

- Thank you. I appreciate it.

- [Michelle] Yeah.

Bye.

- Bye.

(Isabella sighing)

(melancholy music)

(Isabella sighing)

Not that many people here.

- Yeah.

You know, Whitney had
more enemies than friends.

- She can definitely
burn a bridge.

(Michelle chuckling)

- Yeah.

Well, she kept us together.

- Did she?

- Jason, wait, I...

I mean, Isabella.

Isabella, wait.

- What?

- It was a mistake.

Look, can we go
somewhere and talk

’cause, I mean, this really
isn’t the place for it?

- Sure. Sure.

- Okay.

Look, Isabella, I’ve
changed a lot since then.

- Have you?

- Yeah, you know, I grew
a lot since those days.

- So you’re telling me that

you’re finally not
gonna see me as a threat

to your boyfriend or anyone
you have interest in?

(Michelle sighing)

- I’m sorry that I
made you feel that way.

It’s just, it was so
new for me at the time

and then I was just young and I,

I never should have thought
that about my best friend.

- Do you know how
bad it fucking sucked

having to fight
with my best friend?

You acted like you were losing
someone you grew up with.

- I know,

and I’m sorry.

I was just under
so much pressure

from our families and...

(Michelle sighing)

- Yeah.

I mean, my family finally
came around, finally.

But of course, my dad
still wants his son back.

- When was the last time
that you talked to him?

- Like, last Christmas.

- Mm.

Well, how long you
gonna be in town for?

(Isabella sighing)

- Supposed to be
just for the funeral.

- What?

- Yeah.

- I mean, you can’t
stay a little longer?

- [Isabella] I mean...

- I feel like we need to
hang out for Whitney’s sake.

- I mean, my boss has
definitely been trying

to get me to take
some time off, so.

- So then, I mean,
what’s it gonna be then?

What are we gonna do?

- [Michelle] Let’s do it.

(Michelle laughing)

(glasses clinking)

(tense music)

(gun cocking)

(tense music)

(gunshot fires)

- [Shelly] Hello?

- Shelly.

Yo, what are you doin’?

- [Shelly] What’s up?

- What happened this morning?

I didn’t see you.

- [Shelly] I mean, I went home.

I had something to do.

- What you mean you
had something to do?

You ain’t had somethin’ to do...

- [Shelly] I had
something to do.

- You laid down
with me last night.

Why did you leave so early?

- [Shelly] I mean, honestly
your performance was not where,

you know, it just wasn’t giving.

- All right, what the fuck you
talking about my performance?

My performance?

- [Shelly] I mean,
yo, your fuckin’ dick

wouldn’t even get
hard and like...

- Hold up, bitch.

- [Shelly] Yeah, so.

- My dick ain’t getting hard?

If my dick ain’t getting hard,

it was that weak
ass pussy you got.

- [Shelly] It’s
really not this pussy.

My pussy was wet,
your dick wasn’t hard.

You must be fuckin’
gay or something

’cause, like, no nigga
ever turn me down,

like, I don’t have
that problem, so...

- What the fuck you say to me?

I must be gay?

Bitch, don’t play me like
some motherfuckin’ punk.

I ain’t no goddamn punk.

You don’t know who this is.

- [Shelly] I mean, I dunno.

It’s giving very much
sugary vibes at this point.

- Sugary vibes?

Bitch, you don’t even know.

You ain’t even got that WAP.

That wet...

- [Shelly] What is it that I
don’t know that you’re gay?

That you like ass, like...

- No, bitch, you aint
got no wet ass pussy.

That shit weak.

- [Shelly] What is it?

Why are you mad at me?

You’re mad at me. You’re gay.

You’re gay

Fruity pebbles.

- Get the fuck out.

Man, fuck that hoe, man.

Goddammit.

(Romeo sighing)

I can’t stand these
hood rat bitches, man.

My brother.

- What’s up, my nigga?

- Shit, chillin’ man.

- I saw shawty
walkin’ out of here.

She looked pissed.

- Man, fuck that hoe, man.

Dude, I told her to bounce.

You in my crib, what
you expecting breakfast?

- You a cold motherfucker,
you know that?

- Man, she’ll be all right.

Hey, but what about
you though, man?

I was looking for
you after the club.

What happened?

You took a breezy
home, didn’t you?

- Nah, I actually
had to leave early.

My cousin needed me to let
in the house again, man.

- Man, why won’t you give
that little nigga the keys?

- No, I don’t trust him.

That nigga just got
out after five years.

Ain’t no fuckin’ way.

- Yeah, man, I don’t
blame you, bro.

Hey, you get that
money from Cyrus yet?

- No, I told you
not to front him.

He will never pay.

We need to go see
that nigga right now.

- All right, but you drivin’.

- What the fuck I look
like, a chauffeur?

- Today.

(hiphop music)

♪ Look at my racks ♪

♪ Feel like Serena when
hit from back, swing ♪

Where’s my fuckin’ money Cyrus?

- Man, I told you, this
shit gonna take way longer

for these cats to have babies.

The Persian cats got hooked up

with the little Russian babies.

Babies gonna have
babies and then...

- You think I give a fuck
about Persian and Russian?

- Bro.

Man, I know you an American

so that Russian
shit is probably...

- Look, motherfucker,

I gave you three weeks to get
me my mother fuckin’ money.

You talking about Persian
cats and this and that.

And nigga, that’s a nice watch.

I ain’t see you
with that last time.

- Oh, it’s yours.

I meant to give this
to you after I...

- Yeah, run that.

Run that, run that.

- This is for the cats.

It was...

- Nigga, we ain’t trying
to hear that shit.

Give him the fuckin’ money.

- Wait, I thought we even.

- Nah, nigga, hold up, bro.

You owe me fuckin’ money.

You think this shit sweet.

You think it’s a fucking game,

over here talking this and that.

Hey bro, hold this
nigga down, man.

- Hey, hey, hey.

(Cyrus choking)

Let me freakin’ go, nigga.

- Now you think I
be fuckin’ around,

playin’ with you Cyrus?

This ain’t no
motherfuckin’ game, Cyrus.

You hear me?

- Yeah.

- You hear me?

You owe me fuckin’
money, all right?

And when I give you
shit, you fuckin’ pay me.

- Yo, if you cut me too hard,

I’m goin’ nothin’, my nigga.

I don’t, yo, I got a, I got...

- This motherfucker
think he fuckin’...

- He thinks it’s a fucking game.

- I got a fuckin’ condition.

- All right, all right.

- Nigga, fuck your condition.

- I’ma fuck your shit up, bro.

You think it’s a game, bro?

You think this shit’s sweet?

You think this
shit’s sweet, nigga?

(Cyrus yelling)

- What, nigga?

Yeah, nigga!

Yeah, nigga!

Get the fuck out my car, nigga!

Get the fuck out, Cyrus!

- [Sean] And you had
the fuckin’ money too.

- Hey man, let’s get
outta here, bruh.

(door knocking)

- Knock knock.

- You scared me.

- Sorry.

Okay. What’s that?

(Isabella sighing)

- Just something
that Derek got me

for our one year anniversary.

- Hmm. It’s pretty.

- [Isabella] Thank you.

- You miss him, don’t you?

- Yeah, it’s,

it’s been so hard
to just shake it,

this whole situation that
I have going on with him.

- Well what happened?

You know what,

let me guess, he cheated.

- No. I wish at this point.

It’s fuckin’ way
worse than that.

Derek, it’s been a year, like...

- I understand that, Isabella,

but there’s just some
things that I’m not,

I haven’t been feeling lately.

- What haven’t you been feeling?

Like, this is me, this is you.

I don’t understand what
you’re not feeling.

- I understand that,

but you gotta understand,
it’s taking a toll on me

and I just can’t
keep doing this.

I can’t keep doing
this, Isabella.

- Doing what?

Like doing what?

Doing what?

- Don’t grab me like that.

See, this is what
I’m talking about.

- What?

- You grabbing me like that.

No matter what I do
or how I do things,

you will always be a...

- Be what?

Be what?

Say it. Spit it out.

Be what?

- Nevermind.

We’re not going through this.

- No. Yes.

We’re gonna do that.

Because what?

Because what, I’m a man?

Like what?

All them bitches
you be fucking with.

Look at me and look
at all those bitches

you’ve been fucking with.

- What do you mean?

What are you talking about?

- Look at me and look at
bitches you’re fucking with.

Why are you embarrassed
to be with me?

- Isabella, I’m in love with you

and you’re not gonna
understand, man.

The people not gonna understand.

- Understand what, Derek?

Understand what?

- Me being in love with you

and every time I look at you I,

I hate myself.

- What the fuck do you mean?

- Yo, don’t ever grab
me like that again.

You just don’t get it, do you?

- What the fuck?

- Don’t you ever put your
hands on me like that again.

Do you understand me?

- Get the fuck off of me.

- Bitch!

- Yeah so, that’s what
ended up happening.

I mean, maybe I deserved it.

I mean, I kind of rushed
him into us being exclusive.

- Don’t say that.

He had no right to
put his hands on you.

- Honestly, I
probably deserved it.

- Why would you say that?

- Well, I mean, he
literally told me that,

he stopped being
who he was before,

he stopped being the
man, you know, he was

before he met me.

And you know, he was the man
who had his shit together.

- And?

- I mean, honestly,

if I can make someone
stop being happy

and stop being the
man that they are,

maybe I deserved it.

- I think you deserve happiness.

- Yeah, I don’t think
I deserve that either.

- This fucking dope thing
sitting over here is...

- Yo, it’s fucking late.

- Damn man, nigga, I know.

Nigga always late, man.

- Always fucking late, bro.

I, I’m trying to tell you
about this nigga, bro.

- Yeah bro, as long as he
come with the good shit man,

we good, all right?

- Here this late ass nigga go.

- And I can’t stand pigs, bro.

Let’s see what he
got, all right?

- Are you guys
waiting on somebody?

- Yeah man, you’re fucking late.

- Sorry.

I had no idea I was
supposed to be in time

for drug dealers.

- Shut the fuck up.

You got it or not?

- Of course I got it.

That’s why I’m in this
shit hole with you guys.

Come on.

All right, so I got
this on the stint

from the east side projects.

- [Romeo] Yeah. All right.

- You like it?

- [Romeo] Yeah.

Yeah that’s good shit
right there, man.

- Well, I’m glad you like it.

This is gonna be 30 this time.

- The fuck you mean 30?

- You’re out your
motherfuckin’ mind.

- Now, you fuckin’ heard me.

- That’s not the agreed
upon price, nigga.

- Yeah, you know
our price is 15.

- How do you think I got this?

My fuckin’ house?

Am I David fuckin’ Copperfield?

Do I do magic?

- You think I give a
fuck if you Houdini?

The fuck that mean to me?

- It means I had to
bring in more guys.

- Wait, this
motherfucker did what?

- What was I supposed to do?

Bring this in by my myself?

The SWAT team’s breathing
down my fuckin’ neck,

so I had to bring
in more people.

But trust me, they checked out.

They’re good, they’re clean.

They’re just like me.

- 30, huh?

This pig.

- Look man, I said 30.

Take it or leave it.

- Man, Sean, pay
the fuckin’ man.

Hey, that shit
better work too, man.

- When has it not worked?

Don’t act like I don’t know
what the fuck’s going on here.

- The fuck you mean?

- Come on man.

This is the fourth time
I brought some like this.

Y’all got enough for an army.

- Man, keep your dirty
snout up outta my business.

- Hey stop fuckin’ with me!

- Stop gettin’ in
my fuckin’ head.

- I’ll blow your fuckin’
head off, right here.

You hear me?

- You better get your boy.

- You better watch yourself.

Hey, Sean, bro, put
the gun away, right?

- Fight.

Look man.

If you’re really doing
what I think you’re doing,

taking over the block, look,
it’s just a rumor right now,

but if you’re really
gonna take over the block,

you better remember
who put you here.

Masters, the drug lords,

you’re just puppets.

You better fuckin’ remember
who’s pulling the strings.

- Let me twist this
fuckin’ cat back.

- Hey, just chill
out Sean, all right?

- Doing a lot of
fuckin’ talking, Sean.

Get your shit.

- He’s asking for it, bro.

He’s fuckin’ asking for it.

- We just need our
shit, all right?

Hey, next time don’t
be fuckin’ late.

(trunk door thudding)

(soft music)

- Hey.

- Hey.

- Guess who just got invited
to the new that opened up?

And I can bring a plus one,

so guess who I’m taking.

- I’m not really in
the mood to go out.

- Come on, don’t be like that.

- I’m really just like,

not in the happiest mood
to, like, be going out.

- And I understand that,

but do you think that Derek
is just sitting home alone?

No.

You know, someone once told me,

the best way to get over a
man is to get under another.

- You little whore.

Where the hell did
you hear that from?

- Are you coming
out with me or not?

- Ugh, I guess so.

- Yeah, you do have so much fun

and this one’s on me, so...

- Mm. Okay.

It’s got to be fun then.

- I am so excited.

- Hey yo, how much they get?

- It’s three zips, nigga.

- That’s it?

Bro, we’re sitting
on all these bricks

and all they’re gonna
get is three zips?

Sitting on all this
weight making me nervous.

- Yeah. Me too.

- Hey, what the
fuck you all know?

- [Robber] Where that shit at?

Where that shit at?

- We ain’t even got shit.

- [Robber] Man stop,
playing. Give me the key.

Stop playing. Give the key.

- I ain’t giving you shit.

- You think I won’t
fuckin’ blow your head off?

- Hey bro, just calm down.

Come on. Come on.

Oh yeah. Come on, let’s go.

Come on, come on.

Stay or I’ll blow
your ass away, nigga.

- Man, what the fuck was that?

- Chill out, Sean.

- Chill out?

Niggas just took
all our shit, man.

What the fuck do you mean?

- Bro, calm down,
Sean. It’s cool.

- I can’t, I,

I don’t understand how
you’re so fuckin’ calm

right now, bro.

- These motherfuckin’
idiots took my laptop.

- What the fuck your laptop
got to do with anything?

- Got to protect that shit.

- Shit.

- Yeah, bro.

- All right, then. Let’s
fuckin’ get these niggas.

- Yeah.

- Oh.

Oh my God.

My fuckin’ feet are killing me.

- Oh mine too. Oh my God.

- That was so fun.

- Yeah, it was.

Wait, I saw you with that one
guy just bumping then grinding

in the disco.

- [Isabella] Did you?

- Okay.

- I felt all of him.

(ladies giggling)

I had so much fun.

Thank you so much
for inviting me.

It was so good.

- We haven’t done
that since college.

- Yeah, it’s definitely
been a while for me too.

(soft music)

- Hey bro.

- Yeah, yeah, that.

Give me that shit.

- [Romeo] Yeah, you thought
I wouldn’t see you, huh?

- Yeah, you’re not
acting so tough now, huh?

- [Romeo] Who the fuck
is that on the phone?

- Thought shit
was fuckin’ sweet.

- Who is that on
the phone, nigga?

Man, give me that shit.

Hey, who the fuck is this?

- [Nova] You should watch your
mouth how you speak to me.

- Moving who died, nigga?

- What, Nova, is that you?

- Finally putting voices
to names out on me.

Next week we gonna be learning
about different colors, man,

you should join a class.

- Yo, fuck you, nigga.

You ain’t no goddamn teacher.

You hooked on phonics diss ass.

You know, you fucked
up coming after me.

- No, you fucked up.

You better keep
your big mouth shut.

I’ve heard all the rumors, man.

You’re trying to
take over my block

and I don’t...

- This is my block,
motherfucker.

I don’t appreciate you
sending these PIs after me.

And you know what?

You’re fuckin’
with the wrong one.

- Romeo, I promise you,

you do this...

(gun shooting)

And it’s a war.

- Then it’s a
motherfuckin’ war, nigga.

Hey, Sean, take them out.

(gun shooting)

Check, bitch. Don’t move.

Let’s go. Let’s go.

(soft music)

- Michelle, are you okay?

- Yeah, I’m fine.

- I didn’t mean
for this to happen.

- For what?

This?

- Yeah, I don’t want
things to be weird.

- It’s not.

What’s wrong?

So it’s fine.

Besides, it’s basically
like I slept with a guy,

so thing’s good, okay?

(soft music)

- [Romeo] Yo, what’s good?

- It’s good, baby.

- Shot, the block’s
been slow today.

- Bro, moving a
lot less, ain’t it?

- It’s terrible.

So when are we going
9:00 to 5:00, man?

- Yo, Sean, speak
your mind, man.

- Man, you know,
take the block over.

Nova has got 70% of everything.

It’s time to make
that nigga bleed now.

- I feel you, Sean. I feel you.

We just gotta wait for the
right moment, all right?

Trust me, man.

- You don’t think we need
more guys or something?

- I only trust one nigga
watching my back, bro.

- Yeah, and who that?

- The nigga in front
of me fool. You.

- I know that’s right, boy.

(phone vibrating)

Who the fuck is this?

Yo, who’s this?

Shit, hey this is my,

it’s my little early
morning booty call, man.

Hey brother, pull up over here.

You know, I gotta get some
business, right quick.

- All right, bro. I gotcha.

Handle that.

Hey, make sure you
strap up, all right?

- Nigga, I always pull
out. That’s my condom.

What are you talking
about, strap up?

Can’t feel nothing
with the strap on, man.

- All right. Don’t be
busting in these holes.

- I never do.

- Girl, why are you just sitting
over here looking all sad?

- I’m not sad.

- Then why are you
just sitting here?

Did you call Derek again?

- I did and I know I
shouldn’t have but I hurt him

and I just want
him to forgive me.

- No, you did nothing wrong.

He’s just an asshole.

- Okay, so what am
I supposed to do?

- I know.

Go and get fine ’cause I’m
taking us to the club tonight.

- To the club?

- Yeah. There’s a new
one that just opened up.

It’ll be really fun.

- Fine, I guess.

- Okay.

- I’m gonna go get ready.

- All this fuckin’
rain and shit.

- [Sean] I already know it.

- Sell all the dope
things inside up.

- Fuck the shit up.

- Yeah, the shit’s
getting on my nerves, man.

I’m tired of this rain.

- All right, man.

- Let me ask you
something, though.

- That’s good.

- Hey look, I ain’t
no punk, all right?

All right. All right.

Do you ever have problems?

- What type of problems?

- You know what I’m saying?

Like, you know?

- Nigga no, I don’t.

- Problems, bro, like,
you know what I’m saying?

Uh.

- Oh shit.

Wait, you can’t get
the dick hard, nigga?

- Bro, bro. Chill.

Chill out. Chill out, man.

Chill.

- This nigga, man.

Listen, nah, I ain’t
never had that problem.

I’m usually able to get my
soldier up, you feel me?

- I feel you on that bro.

- Ready to go, all tops.

- Yeah, me too bro.

Shit, my, my jimmy
always stands up,

you know what I’m saying?

Shit always ready. Yeah.

- The only time a
nigga can’t get hard

looking at a fine piece of ass,

bro, he got a tank
full of sugar.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, bro.

(guys laughing)

Ah yeah, yeah.

Tank full of sugar, my man.

- Are going to this party
tonight at the club, bro?

It’s supposed to be some
private event or some shit.

- Look man, I don’t know
about a party tonight, bro.

You see, the block’s slow man.

We gotta figure out how
to move these bricks.

- Nigga, this shit
ain’t moving, bro.

The rain fucking shit up.

These ain’t out,
bro. Come on now.

We can hit this shit up.

I told you, you’re
supposed to be jumping.

- Look, all right.

All right bro.

- [Sean] All right?

- All right, all
right, all right, bro.

Let’s do it. Let’s go.

All right, bro.

- Let’s get the fuck
outta here, nigga.

We ready.

- All right. We got to go, bro.

- Yeah.

♪ Take you to the FLA with me ♪

♪ Going 95 on the highway ♪

♪ Make you fall
in love with me ♪

♪ Switching lanes ♪

♪ The mother niggas
playing games with you ♪

♪ They don’t wanna
see you high ♪

♪ Come with me baby ♪

♪ You’re more than enough ♪

♪ I got to do it ♪

♪ Imma do the most ♪

- Oh God. I need
a fuckin’ drink.

Hello.

- [Bartender] Hey.

- Can I have a Don
Julio Anejo, please?

- I’ll go for a (indistinct).

- This shit is so
fuckin’ lit. Oh my God.

This is my first time here.

I cannot believe I did
this, actually here.

Thank you so much.

- Thank you. I’m the best.

I got you.

Right. Cheers.

- Oh, hi, Parker.

- What’s up, my gorgeous, sexy.

- Aw.

(ladies laughing)

- You’re so damn fine.

Good see you.

- Good to see you too.

- So, check this out.

There’s plenty of food
and drink at the bar.

- Okay.

- Anything y’all need, damn...

So, anything y’all
ladies need, I got you.

You know what I’m saying?

Lemme tell you something.

Speaking of which,

y’all don’t mind making, damn...

You don’t mind making a
little donation to the cause.

The liquor ain’t free, baby.

- Parker, you haven’t
changed a bit.

You’ve just been hustling
us your whole life

- And you know this.

You look different.

Quite changed a bit, huh?

- Just a little.

- You look happy.

- You know, thank you so much.

- Now do me a favor,
baby girl, go have one.

- Okay.

Parker hasn’t changed
a bit. Oh my God.

- Nope. Not in the
least bit, actually.

- Hey, y’all.

- Who the fuck
are these bitches?

- Girl, you know Parker, he’s
trying to turn people in.

- Okay.

- Whatever.

(guys chattering)

- Hey.

- Yo, Parker.

- What’s good, my brother?

What’s up, man?

- Look at y’all.
You look good, man.

A party full of bad bitches.

- Man, it turned out nice, bro.

- Right here, man.

- Yeah, yeah.

- Man, check this out.

There’s plenty of liquor and
I got some food at the bar.

Anything you guys need,

but you already know that I’m
taking up a little collection.

You know your boy.

- Send this nigga, man.

- As soon as I got in the
game I got cheated on.

- Get the fuck
outta here, Parker.

- Man, I’m telling you,
all this was for you.

- All right, all right,
all right, my G bro.

You know I fuck with
you like that, man.

- I put this together
for you, brother.

- I appreciate.

Hey, make sure you bring up
them good bottles, all right?

- I got you.

You go mess with
them little bitches.

- Yeah I will, bro. I will.

- Go ahead. Go and
have a good time.

- All right. You too, bro.

- I just started.

- That shit’s nice, man.

That shit’s nice, bro.

(upbeat music)

Yo, Parker hooked
it up, didn’t he?

- Yeah, man.

I’m trying to get with
one of these bartenders.

- Nah, these
bartenders are nice.

These bartenders are nice,
you know what I mean?

Hey, bruh, appreciate
you bringing me out, man.

- Yeah you already know, buddy.

- Yeah these bitches is bad.

Ooh, you see ma over here?

- Yeah. Jump down on her, nigga.

- Shit, I will.

I will at some point when
you gimme a drink in me,

you know what I’m saying?

- This need a liquor courage.

- Stop bro. Don’t
try and play, nigga.

I still got game, man.

- What’s poppin’, my
brothers, my brothers?

- What’s good, Parker?

I appreciate it, man. Preach.

- I got you man.

So, what’s poppin’, man?

- Hey man, we’re just checking
out all these bad chicks

you got up in this mug, bro.

- Check this out.

I see you scoping them,
them chicks over there.

Who are you scopin’ right now?

- What’s up with
that girl right here?

Thick one right here.

- Oh boy.

- You mean Isabella?

- Yeah, yeah. I guess.

- Oh you know, she’s
packing a little extra heat.

- The fuck you mean, like
she be carrying this shit?

- Is she a gangster, nigga?

- She a trans-woman.

- Oh. Oh.

- Hell nah.

Nah. Hell nah.

Hey bro, chill out,
Sean. Chill out.

- Hey, you’re about
to go on crazy.

- She too bad to
be a trans-woman.

Ain’t no way.

- [Parker] Nah, she
packing, packing.

- [Romeo] What?

- If Parker say that
shit, I believe that shit.

- I’m just saying.

I’m just looking
out for my brothers.

- Hey Parker.

- All right. All right, Parker.

Good looking, good looking My G.

Good looking, good looking, man.

I appreciate that.

Hell yeah.

- Y’all have a good time.

- You too, Parker, man.

- Yo, you better
tell the whole hood.

- Bruh, chill out, man.

What?

Ain’t, ain’t no way, bruh.

Ain’t no way.

- Listen, like I said I,
I trust my nigga, Parker.

He wouldn’t lie about that shit.

- Dodged the bullet,
right there, man.

- Facts.

(rap music)

(guys chattering)

- The fuck is you doin’ here?

- Look who decided to
fuckin’ show up, man?

- Hey, why are you the
fuck up in my section?

- Use your fuckin’ eyes, man.

It’s a club, man.

- What the that mean, bruh?

Don’t mean you come up
in my section like this.

Yo, hold on. Back up, Sean.

Lemme take care of this fool.

Hell nah, I ain’t no
fuckin’ feeling bitch.

You know I’m tough,

just like your fuckin’
peoples, right?

Where are they at?

Dead in a ditch somewhere.

- What is up?

Who are you fuckin’
right now, man?

Just because people don’t know
how to do their fuckin’ job

doesn’t have shit to do with me.

Besides, with your blood
on the fuckin’ block.

- Wait, let’s do
this right now, man.

- What’s going on up in here?

What the fuck?

- Shut the fuck up, Parker.

- Man, chill out
with that shit, yo.

- Hey, bruh, chill out, man.

Picking his side or something?

- Nah, but you’re
fuckin’ with money

and you’re fuckin’ with my club.

And you shut the fuck up.

Man, can’t be doing
that shit up in here.

- Get your boy, Parker.

- That ain’t my boy, man.

- All right. My bad, Parker.

My bad.

- Think I got the
message, huh, Parker?

- Yeah, pay up, fool.

Fuckin’ up the club.

(guy whispering)

Hold the fuck up.

Hey, man. Hey.

I got you, bro. Don’t worry.

- You always think you’re
better than someone, huh Romeo?

- Hey, motherfucker. This
is my hood, my block.

Got it?

- Whenever you’re ready to
die for that one, let me know.

- Man, that was close.

- Yeah man. Fuck that nigga.

Way to have my back, bruh.

- Oh, you know, nigga.

Thought I might have to
smoke that nigga right here.

- Real talk, man. We should
have slid that motherfucker.

- Next time we catch
him, it’s over.

- Hell, yeah.

(upbeat music)

Shit.

(upbeat music)

Bruh, I’ll be right back.

Aye, aye. Excuse me, Miss.

Excuse me, ma.

You left this.

- Oh. Thank you.

- Yeah, I like the way you
were shaking that ass in there.

- Oh, did you?

- Hell, yeah.

Aye. Get it, get it,
get it, get it, get it.

I see you, girl.

Oh, are you from around here?

- I’m not.

Yeah, just here
visiting a friend.

- Okay. Now, how about
you gimme your name?

- My name?

- Yes.

- I’ll see you around.

- Come on.

Aye. Aye, lady.

- She gave him his number?

- Looks like he’s
got some money.

He’s fine.

What’s up?

- The nigga bought
my body tonight.

- Did you give him your number?

- No, of course not.

- What?

- No.

- Okay.

- Like, let’s go.

- Yeah, it’s fine.

- Bye, y’all.

- Bye. Be safe.

- Bye.

- We should definitely
go to another spot.

I’m lit as fuck.

- I’m down.

- Are you sure?

- Wait, what happened though?

Like, did you, like,

why did you, like, lie to him?

- Lie to him?

Why the fuck would I tell
him my tea, right now?

Like...

- I don’t know.

I mean, you just went to,
like, high school together

and you were on
the team together,

so I thought, like,
you would bring it up.

- Michelle, every fuckin’
man that I come across,

I don’t have to
fuckin’ tell them.

What, should I introduce myself,

"Hi, my name’s Isabella
and I’m a transgender"?

Like, be fuckin’ serious.

- Okay. I got it.

- Be fuckin’ for real.

- All right. My bad, my bad.

I didn’t think about it.

- Like honestly,
let’s just fuckin’ go.

I’m so fuckin’ ready to leave.

- You ready to leave?

- Yes. You always are
trying to bring up my past.

You’re always trying to
make me tell everyone,

"Oh, da da da da da."

I don’t have to tell
everybody my fuckin’ business.

- Okay, I get it. I get it.

All right, we’ll go.

Whatever.

- Fuck.

(birds chirping)

- What are you doing?

- I’m going home.

Like, this is a
mistake coming here.

Like, I don’t know why
the fuck I came here.

- Why was it a
mistake coming here?

- The party, everything
that has happened

since I’ve been here,

not so much of a
vacation, has it been?

- I don’t know.

What do you mean?

Like, what happened?

- Michelle, I don’t think
you realize how hard it is

to know who you are but
having to keep lying about it.

It’s fuckin’ draining.

- You’re right.

I have no idea what
that feels like,

but I’m sure it’s really hard.

- Like, it’s like
I wanna tell guys,

like, yeah, I’m trans,

but it’s like I’m scared.

I don’t know how
they’re gonna react.

And it’s like guys
approach me all the time.

I’m obviously attractive,

but it’s like once I tell them,

it’s like they don’t want
anything to do with me anymore

because they’re scared of what
everyone else is gonna say

or think.

Like, I’m never just never
gonna be accepted as a woman

and that fuckin’ sucks.

- It does suck.

I want you to know that
you’re really loved.

- I just wanna be loved.

- You are. You really are.

So please just
unpack your stuff.

I mean, your vacation
isn’t over yet.

Why don’t you run to the store,

get us a bottle of wine

and then I’ll start
cooking something?

- You, cooking?

Girl, you haven’t made
anything good since Home Ec.

Do you not remember that shit?

- Okay.

I can cook.

And you think you can
cook better or something?

Is that, is that what this is?

- I definitely know I
know how to season better.

- Oh. Oh, you went there.

- Don’t even worry about it.

I will go to the store.

I will get all the seasoning
and the ingredients

and grab a wine bottle for us
and then we can have dinner.

But I guess since you’ve
convinced me to stay,

can you help me put
these things back up?

- Yes.

- You’re the best.

- But you need to
learn how to fold.

- I know.

Just so annoyed. I just
started throwing everything.

I was just so ready to go home,

but you’ve made me
stay once again.

- Fronting this thing, nigga.

- Bruh, he said he had my money.

I gave him an extra
three days, all right?

- [Sean] That’s how I
catch that fat thing, bro.

- Little rat ass nigga.

Just pull over.

It’d be better if
we fuckin’ split up,

you know what I’m saying?

Why don’t you go that way

and I’m gonna go
over there all right?

- All right. Bye.

- Yeah, I’ll see
you in a minute.

- I’ll get back on you.

You be safe.

- [Romeo] Yeah, you too bro.

You know, I’m good, man.

- [Sean] Always.

- Excuse me, Miss.

Can I help you with that?

- No, I’m good. I got it.

- Let me help you with that.

I’m just trying
to be a gentleman.

- What do you mean?

- Come on, ma. I’m
trying to be nice.

Let me help you out.

- I really don’t even want
you to know where I live.

Like, you could be some
creep. I don’t know.

- Come on man.

What, do I look like a creep?

I just want to help you
with the groceries, man.

Can I be a gentleman, please?

- Hurry up.

- Where you stay at?

- Right up here.

- Lead the way.

- He need to find Cyrus but
I’m the one driving around

looking for the nigga and shit.

- Yeah.

- This is where I’m staying.

- Yeah. You live here?

- No, I’m just staying here.

I actually live in the city.

- Yeah. Okay.

You’re fancy, huh?

- Ooh, just a girl
that likes nice things.

- Yeah, I can see that.

Hey, you didn’t give me
your name at the party.

- Isabella.

- That’s a cool name.

- Cool name?

- Yeah.

- Fuckin’ cornball.
Give me my shit.

- What?

Ah, come on.

- Just...

- I was just trying to give you,

you know what I’m
saying, like...

Hey Isabella, hold up.

Look, Isabella’s
beautiful name, all right?

What I meant to say
was, you know it’s not,

it’s not like I see something
worthy over here everyday,

you know what I’m saying?

- I appreciate that.

And what was your name again?

- Romeo.

- All right.

Nice to meet you
Romeo. Thank you.

Be safe.

- Yeah, you too.

- What’s going on here,
talking to some bitch?

That’s horny ass nigga, man.

(car honking)

Yo.

Yo, who is that?

- Man, ain’t nobody, bro.

I thought they might
know something, you hear.

- Well, did they?

- Bruh they ain’t see them.

- Did you find Cyrus?

- Hell nah.

- Mother ass nigga.

- Let’s go check him
over by the bridge.

- All right.

Troll.

- Yeah, when are we
taking this shit over?

- What you talking about, Sean?

- Well, you know what the
fuck I’m talking about.

When are we taking this over?

- Look, like I said,
soon, all right?

- Soon?

The fuck that mean?

- It means soon, nigga.

You got my back, all right.

I like I said bro, we’re
waiting on the right time.

- This nigga, man.
Waiting on the right time.

- [Romeo] Yes,
nigga. Right time.

- You’re scared.

- [Romeo] Say what?

Speak your mind, bruh.

- You heard me. You’re scared.

You’ve been talking
about doing this shit

for how many years now?

And your ass still
ain’t do shit.

- Fuck you, nigga. You’re
thinking I’m scared, bro.

I run this shit.

Nigga, this is my hood.

- Hey, nigga. All right.

Right timeline. Come on now.

You’re scared of Nova.

- Nigga, fuck you,

fuck Nova,

fuck all this shit, bruh.

I’ll shoot this
motherfucker up right now.

Like I said, I run this block.

We’re waiting on
the right damn time.

- Yeah?

- [Romeo] Yeah, nigga.

- All right. If you
say so, gangster.

- Fuck you, nigga.

Talkin’ about I’m scared.

Nigga, pull off, bro. We
gotta go meet Marco anyway.

- So just fuck Cyrus?

- Fuck Cyrus, bro.

Marco got some special
shit for us, all right?

- All right man.

- We’ll get this another day.

Scared my ass.

Fuck you mean, nigga?

- Bro. Let’s drop
that shit, bro.

Yeah, you got me.

How you know I don’t
fuck with Marco

now you got me to meet him.

First, you got me looking
for fuckin’ Cyrus’ fat ass

and now you gotta go link up
with Marco fuckin’ sketchy ass.

Tweakin’ ass motherfucker. Shit.

- We’re going to use
Marco, all right?

We’re gonna get
everything we need.

We don’t even need
Cyrus’ shit, bruh.

That little piece of
shit, bro, fuck him.

- It’s not,

bro, you know it’s
the principle.

- I feel you. I feel you, bruh.

- That fat motherfucker thinks
he should just be getting off

with our shit.

- Look, that’s why
he’s walking around

like this right now, nigga.

But I feel you, man.

We’re gonna get our money.

- We told that nigga.

And then Marco,

Marco ass, you know his
ass be off the drugs.

He’s always tweaking when
we fuckin’ meet up with him.

- And that’s why we’re
using this bitch ass.

What other cop you know
tweaking like that?

Nigga, if he says something,
we got him, all right?

We know everything this
motherfucker’s doing.

- [Sean] Yeah, you’re right.

- So like I said, bro,
we’re gonna use his ass.

- Just make sure when it’s
time to do that, nigga,

I get to pull the
trigger, all right?

- Yeah, I know how you
want that, motherfucker.

- Yeah, man.

- That’s all you, man.

(upbeat music)

- You’re fuckin’ late.

- Shut the fuck up, man.

I ain’t gonna sweat, bruh.

You got the shit or not?

- They’ve been breathing
down my fuckin’ neck at work.

That’s all I got.

- This is fuckin’ it?

- That’s it, man.

Like I said, they’ve
been pressing me.

They’ve been on me, man.

That’s all I fuckin’ have.

- Bro. This is some
fuckin’ bullshit.

Why ain’t you hittin’ Nova yet?

- I think he’s being watched.

- [Romeo] By who?

- I don’t know, man. Feds.

I drove by there this morning,

five black cars
in the front yard.

He’s definitely being watched.

You might be too.

- Man, what the fuck
you want for this shit?

- I need five.

- Oh man. Fuck this.

I’m about to smoke
this nigga right here.

- I told you last time,
you can fuckin’ shoot me.

Fuckin’ shoot me.

- [Sean] Oh yeah?

- Pull the trigger. Pull it.

Fuckin’ pull it.

- Take your money.

Get the fuck outta here.

- It’s the last
time fuckin’ time.

- Fuckin’ lucky.

- You’re lucky he’s
tellin’ you what to do.

Man, fuck y’all.

- Romeo.

- Chill out, Sean, all right?

- You’re trying to
keep letting this nigga

play us like this.

- This motherfucker’s
gonna get his, all right?

Trust me.

You trust me or not?

- Yes, nigga.

- Then just get my
back, all right?

- I cannot believe you
fuckin’ remember that.

- You know I can
never forget that.

- High school was
so much fuckin’ fun.

- It was.

- Oh my God, anything,

I would do anything to go
back to fuckin’ high school.

That shit was so fun.

- Same and so much easier.

- Honestly.

Do you remember that guy
that was outside earlier?

- Yeah, Romeo.

- Romeo.

- Why?

- Well, he helped me bring
up the groceries earlier

and I don’t think
he remembered me.

- Well, I mean, how could he?

You looked so different.

Wait, do you like him?

- I mean, he is cute.

- Cute?

Romeo has been fine
since the ninth grade.

- Mhmm. He sure has.

- Wait, do you
think he likes you?

- I don’t know. Maybe.

Can’t really tell yet.

- Yeah, well you know he
is like a dope boy, right?

- Okay. What’s that
supposed to mean?

- Like, you know, he
doesn’t really play that,

and even if he did, it’s
like you wouldn’t be public.

- No, he doesn’t really
strike me like that.

- Mm. It’s like I do.

Just hope he’s not gonna
hang all over you like that

and they barely show
us a real girl’s love,

so. like, I don’t know.

- Real girls?

Are you fuckin’
serious, Michelle?

- No. That’s not what I meant.

- Save it.

Honestly, like, I’m
just gonna go shower.

Like, today has
already been a day

and, like, you just really
rubbed me the wrong way.

- Yep.

- Oh yeah?

All right, what do
you me to do to you?

Sure, you know I can do that.

You gonna wear that
one thing I like?

Oh boy. I can’t wait.

Shit.

Okay, I’ll be there.

Yeah.

That’s gonna be good.

All right.

Bye.

- This nigga.

Hey, who that?

It must be a big ass freak,

got my nigga smiling like that.

- Yeah.

Man, you make that play?

- Hell yeah, man.

- Shit.

- These motherfuckin’ white boys

wanna be hot rollers and shit.

Bro, I’ve been buyin’
up all that shit.

- You got all that shit off?

- All of it, bro.

- Shh, my nigga.

- Hey, they put us over
quota, you know what I mean?

- That’s what the fuck
I’m talking about, man.

That’s about damn time.

- Hell yeah.

Hey, so we’re gonna take out
Nova next week, all right?

- Yeah?

Everything else
after that, pause.

- Shit.

My nigga, that shit sound
like a fuckin’ plan.

- Let’s get that shit
done, you know what I mean?

Let’s roll out.

Fuckin’ white boys and shit.

These niggas make
me fuckin’ paranoid.

(bell chiming)

- Hey Mr. Miles, how are you?

- I’m doing good.
I’m doing good.

What are you looking for?

- Good.

I’m actually looking
for a new water pipe.

- I got something
down on the end now.

Now just check ’em out.

See what you like.

Yeah, just let me know
if you need anything.

I’m here, all right?

- Got it. Thank you.

- Cool.

- Man, look at
this shop in here.

Sure I’m gonna see you tonight.

Hold on. Hold on.

Yo shawty. I ain’t
know you shopped

from my favorite smoke shop.

- Well look who the fuck it is.

Hey, Romeo.

- I see you remember my name.

- I did.

- Isabella.

- Yes.

- It’s a gorgeous name.

- Is it?

- It’s like royalty, girl.

- Royalty?

- Yeah.

- Looks like you’ve been
working on your compliments.

- A little bit. A little bit.

Look.

- Take you out.

- How about you let
me take you out?

- When?

I’m a busy girl, so you
gotta catch when you can.

- Mm. Give me your number.

I’ll pick you up
at 8:00 tonight.

- Tonight?

- Yeah.

- Unfortunately, I already have
plans with some of my girls.

- No.

- Ugh. I’m sorry.

- Well, just give
me your number then.

- Well, I mean, I’m
free until about 8:00,

so it’ll either be now or never.

- Hold on, hold on,
hold on, shawty.

Come here.

- What, Romeo?

- Look. Stop flexing.

I just gotta move a couple
things around, all right?

- Yeah.

- I’ll take you out.

Come on. I’ll take
you out right now.

- Right now?

- Yeah. Let me make
a call, all right?

- Hurry up. I
don’t have all day.

- You’re the one. Come on.

Hey Sean.

Bruh.

- This food’s so good.

How’d you know Chinese is one
of my favorite places to eat?

- Well, shawty, I
read you like a book.

I like how you
took charge though,

made me take my
plans and change ’em.

- Of course.

I’m a busy girl. You gotta
catch me when you can.

- Well, I’m glad I caught you.

Hold up.

- Looks like you’re
getting a phone call.

Your little girlfriend’s
calling you?

- Chill out. Chill out.

It’s just my homie, Sean.

Hey yo. What’s good?

Hold on, let me take
this real quick.

- What am I gonna do?

How do I tell him?

Oh my gosh, I should
have told him before.

Oh my God.

Fuck.

Shit.

Oh my God. He’s coming back.

- My bad, I had to handle that.

- Your little phone call, huh?

- Yeah. I had a
little business, uh,

we gotta take care
of a little later,

you know what I’m saying?

- You looking good though.

- Do I?

- Yeah.

- You know, something simple.

You kind of caught me when I
was running errands and so...

- Yeah.

Well, I’m glad I caught
you running errands.

I remember back in the day,
I used to run all the time.

I remember it was this one time,

me and my homies, we was
racing and we was running,

we had to go from yard to yard,

and this one dude, he was a
teacher of ours, Mr. Watts,

he came chasing me with a bat
all the way down the street.

- Are you serious?

- Yeah.

- He had fuckin’ flip
flops on and a bat.

- I remember Mr. Watts.

That is a crazy old man.

- You remember Mr. Watts?

- Yeah.

- I don’t remember you
around high school.

How do you know him?

- Um.

Well, I mean, we did go
to the same high school.

You don’t remember?

- No.

- Well, I definitely looked
a little different from now,

but I...

- How is you different?

- I went by Jason
and I’m now Isabella.

- Jason, Jason, Jason, Jason.

Jason who?

- Jason Bongard.

I played on the
basketball team with you.

- Oh. Wait, wait, wait.

What?

You’re talking
about cross him up,

shoot him in the face, Jason?

- Yeah. Cross him up Jason.

Shoot him in the face.

- You done changed a lot
since high school, girl.

- Yeah, but I mean, now
that that’s off my chest,

I just really didn’t know
how I was gonna tell you.

I was kind of afraid
that you were,

weren’t gonna take it well,

but just take a picture.

Take a video together
on our first date.

- Well, what do you
mean, take a video?

- Yo, hold up. Chill out.

And why are you
taking a video anyway?

- Because it looks so good.

Are you kidding me?

Why do I have to ask you
to take a pic, a video?

- Are you posting this shit?

- Yeah. What’s the problem?

- No, chill out, man.

Turn that shit off.

I said turn it off.

- Are you fuckin’
serious right now?

- Yeah, man, you ain’t
asked me to post that shit.

I ain’t trying to
be on no video.

- Then what the fuck
are we doing here?

- Well, we can bounce, yo.

I got to handle anyway.

- I, I knew I shouldn’t
have came over here

and I was about to cancel
my plans with my friends.

And now you want to just dip

because of a video?

- Nah, my homie, Sean, called.

You saw that, right?

I gotta go, all right?

We gotta go handle some stuff.

- Whatever.

Romeo. I’m, I’m sorry.

Like, I didn’t mean to do that.

I know you,

you’re not ready for that.

- It’s all good, all right?

I ain’t mean to get all intense.

Izzy, I’m not here to
waste your time, you know?

I just...

When I first met you,

my heart started beating
all fast, you know?

It felt like it came to life.

I don’t really understand it.

I’m trying to stay true to
myself, but I can see my family,

the streets,
everybody judging me.

- What?

What do you mean?

- The streets don’t really
accept this, you know?

- So, like, what,

what now?

- I don’t know.

Shoot, I can leave,

put you outta my car,

go home and never
speak to you again.

- Is there another option?

- Yeah.

I can’t. I can’t.

- No, no.

- I can’t, all right?

Yo, get the fuck off me, yo.

Yo, get the fuck off me
and get outta my car.

- Romeo, I’m not getting out.

What’s wrong?

- Yo, Izzy, this was a mistake.

- A mistake?

- Yes.

- What do you mean, a mistake?

- Yo, get out, yo.

- Now you’re putting
me out of the car?

- Izzy, I can’t do this.

Please, just...

- I thought we had something.

- Do I have to make
you get outta my car?

All right.

- What the fuck?

- Stay right there.

- What is your problem?

- The fuck out.

Get out.

- What the fuck is your problem?

Get out?

- Yo, get outta my car, yo.

- Are you fuckin’ serious?

Did you really just
pull me out of your car?

What the fuck?

You’re a fuckin’ asshole.

Fuck you.

- Damn, man.

Now, what’s wrong with me?

♪ You hope this world ♪

♪ Needs some space from me ♪

♪ I’m out here girl ♪

♪ I’m back up in the streets ♪

♪ So I don’t really got time ♪

♪ To fuss and fight ♪

Now, what’s wrong with me?

♪ Really got time ♪

♪ To fuss and fight no more ♪

♪ Why you trippin’ baby ♪

♪ You know you is right ♪

♪ I do like you,
you know what’s up ♪

♪ But you ain’t psychic ♪

♪ Told you I ain’t going down ♪

♪ But you ain’t like it ♪

♪ I told you I
ain’t going down ♪

♪ But you excited ♪

♪ If you want some,
go and get my wine ♪

♪ Get the money, get the money ♪

♪ Let’s go down now ♪

♪ Oh oh ♪

♪ Man, we make it all ♪

♪ Make it all ♪

(door knocking)

- Michelle.

Get the door.

(door knocking)

Michelle.

Get the door.

Who the fuck is at the door?

It’s 1:00 in the
fucking morning.

And who the...

- Yo.

- What are you doing here?

- Look, I’m sorry.

- You’re sorry?

- I ain’t mean none of that.

- You literally put
me outta your car.

- I know, I know. I’m still...

- That’s not okay.

- I know.

Look, Izzy, I was going
through some things, all right?

I was trying to
figure myself out.

Look, can you forgive me?

Please?

- Romeo.

Why did you do that to me?

- I didn’t mean to.

(soft music)

- So, what made you come back?

- I just felt bad
about what I did.

I mean, you ain’t
deserve all of that.

- Oh, you damn
sure have one way,

one hell of a way
of apologizing.

- Yeah, I guess I do, huh?

You know,

for the longest I thought there
was something wrong with me.

- What do you mean?

- Wait, I bring these fine
ass women back to my house.

- Yeah?

- Get ’em in the bed
and nothing really.

- Nothing?

What do you mean?

- Like, nothing would happen.

You know, I think
I want these women,

but for the longest
I was popping pills

trying to get my dick hard and,

and I guess I’m just
a attracted to...

- To trans-women.

- Yeah, I guess, huh?

- That’s exactly what that is.

So, what’s wrong with that?

- I mean, it’s just a
little scary, you know?

- What’s scary about it?

- My life.

I mean, how do I say this?

I live in the streets, you know?

It’s not something that’s
really accepted around here.

- Yeah.

- Like I got niggas
afraid of me.

I run things out here.

I mean, they find out about
this shit, it’s a wrap.

- Yeah.

I mean, it took some time
for me to finally accept me

and it’s definitely not
easy, but I was miserable.

- What did you do about it?

- I just said, fuck everybody.

What, am I gonna live my
life to please everyone else

and then be miserable?

Fuck them.

- So, are people
accepting you now?

- Yeah. The ones that matter.

- Yeah.

(tense music)

- You got it?

- Here.

I got it.

- They’re stupid old niggas.

You really think you’re
ready (indistinct) huh?

He took everything?

- Yeah man.

Well, he took the bait,

but how long are we
gonna keep this up?

- As long as I fuckin’ need to.

- Man, come on.

He’s gonna find out that
I’m not a fucking cop.

- Chill and do the
fuck I tell you.

Do you understand?

- You gonna shoot me after
everything I’ve done for you?

I’ve been living a double
fucking life for three months.

You gonna shoot me?

- You act like I care, Marco.

I am not Sean.

I put my finger on the
trigger with intent to kill.

You didn’t seem to
think this was so hard

when you took my
money, now did you?

You touch my gun again, I’ll
fuckin’ pinch your collar.

You got that?

- Look, I get it.

No. I fucking didn’t.

- When I give the call,

I want you to make a
phone call to Caballero

and tell him about the cash
and the guns, and the drugs.

- You want me to
call the general?

Who do you want me to call?

- Whatever the fuck you need to.

So that they,

so that I won’t have
to get my hands dirty.

- I’ll call Sergeant
in the morning.

- Wait for my call.

- Look. Okay.

Look man, I’m getting
sick and tired of this.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

- [Michelle] Hey, girl.

- Hey. What’s up?

- Was that Romeo I saw you
with the other morning?

- Maybe.

- Oh my God, it was.

- Yeah.

- You too are getting close.

- Yeah, we are.

I mean, I think he’s
finally coming around

to just accepting like,
this is who I am and so.

- Hmm.

- [Isabella] Yeah.

- Well, you seem really happy.

- I am. I am.

We’re gonna take
things slow, though.

I don’t wanna rush anything.

So, we’ll see how it goes.

- Is is that why you’re cooking?

- I am. I am actually
making his favorite dish.

So, what are you doing tonight?

- Oh, I got like a thing, so.

- Mm.

- [Michelle] Well.

- Wow, wow, wow.

That sounds like it’s
gonna be fun, though.

- Yeah.

- So, I’ll be here
if you want anything.

If you change your
mind, just call me.

- [Michelle] I will.

- Bye.

- Have a fun night.

Hey.

Yeah.

Are you busy tonight?

’Cause I got
something to tell you.

(phone vibrating)

- Hello?

- [Romeo] Yeah. What’s up girl?

- What’s up?

What are you doing?

- [Romeo] So, I was gonna
to see you tonight, right?

- Yeah. That’s why
I was calling you,

to see if you were still coming.

- [Romeo] No, I’m coming.

Are we still cooking?

- I am. I am.

- [Romeo] Wow, what you
throwing down in the kitchen?

- Don’t worry about it.

Just pull up, I
promise you’ll love it.

- [Romeo] All
right. Trust, trust.

What time you want
me there, dude?

- 7:00 and please don’t be late.

- [Romeo] Bella, I
ain’t gonna be late.

Just make sure you make
that shit taste good.

What’s the dessert tonight?

- It’s a surprise.

- [Romeo] Mm, I like surprises.

Dude, so what are
you gonna wear?

- You asking all
these questions.

All you have to do is just
pull up, you gonna see it.

- [Romeo] All right, boo.

Shit, you made me want
to come right now.

- Come on.

The food will be
ready soon anyways.

- [Romeo] All right,
all right, all right,

but I got to handle something.

But I’m gonna see you tonight.

- All right.

Be safe and you better come.

- [Romeo] I’m gonna
be there boo, trust.

- All right. Bye.

- All right, shawty.
I’ll be there.

Catch you later.

- Dang, nigga.

Who got you smiling like, bro?

- Bruh, chill out man.
I wasn’t even smiling.

- Yes, you was, nigga.

- Come man.

- Smiling like that, well I
know she got that good pussy.

- Bruh. Calm down, Sean.

It ain’t even like
that, all right.

She’s different.

- Nigga, how is she different?

- She just is, man.

Look, I ain’t even spent that
much time with her, anyway.

- Yeah, whatever, nigga.

Hit that shit and
bouncer, you hear me?

- What’re you talking about?

You been with same bitch
for about a year now.

- Yeah, my bitch pay
all my bills, nigga.

That’s the difference.

- No, the difference is
I don’t need no bitch

to pay my bills.

- This nigga.

- Hey look, I gotta
bounce anyway.

- What you mean?

- What you think I’m
gonna go out like this?

I got a date, man. I
need some new threads.

- Nah, nigga. I need
you here with me.

- Bruh, you can
handle the block.

- Oh shit. Oh fuck.

- [Romeo] Get down, man.

- Now, fuck that.

- Fuck man.

Who the fuck was that, Sean?

- I don’t know,

but we need get this
nigga back ASAP.

- Fuck. I can’t man.

- Nigga, the fuck do
you mean you can’t?

- I can’t. I gotta go.

- You got to...

You a bitch?

Nigga just charged your
motherfuckin’ butt,

and you want some bitch, bro?

Bro, nigga, you’re going soft.

I can handle the shit myself.

Get the fuck out of here, man.

- Fuck you, Sean

Fuck.

- Where the fuck is he?

Like, this shit is ridiculous.

(door knocking)

Ah!

Aw, where have you been?

- Hey, what’s up, baby?

- What the fuck
are you doing here?

- What do mean what
I’m doing here?

I was invited.

- By who?

- Who else?

Your friend, Michelle.

Michelle.

- No, that’s not for you.

And and you’re telling me
that Michelle invited you?

- Yeah, Michelle invited me.

She hit me up on the phone and
she told me to come through.

- Michelle.

Michelle, did you really
invite this man over here?

- Don’t worry about it.
Don’t worry about it.

Michelle’s not here.

I told her stay out extra late
tonight so we can be alone.

- Be alone for what?

Now you’re pulling
up at my house

talking about what?

- I’m sorry about that.

I was in the fucked
up space in my head

and I didn’t know who
I was at the time.

- So what you,

you stopped fucking
with the perks,

now all of a sudden you
done came to your senses?

- That was the old Derek.

The new Derek is back.

The one you used to love.

The one you fell in love with.

- Boy, get the fuck off me, man.

- For real. Hold up.

You, you cooked?

- What?

- [Sean] Come on man. Over here.

- Are you sure it’s
the right spot?

- Yeah. I recognize the
nigga that shot at us.

- How the fuck
you recognize him?

Nigga, he had a mask up.

- Sh, nigga.

Point is, are you ready
to do this or not?

- Let’s do it, nigga.

- Let’s fuckin’ go, man.
Let’s smoke these niggas.

Hey, stay back. Watch my back.

Make sure nobody
roll up, all right?

- Man, you’re early, bruh.

- You missed, nigga.

- What?

(gun shooting)

You had one fucking job
and you fucked it up.

Stupid ass, nigga.

- Yo. What the
fuck happened, man?

- I had to smoke this nigga.

- Bro. What the fuck, nigga?

Why do these niggas
keep coming after us?

- I don’t fuckin’
know, all right?

- But you knew where this
nigga was and he had a mask on.

- Man, the nigga’s done for

and that’s what
fuckin’ matters, right?

- Sean, something
fishy right now, bruh.

I don’t like this shit.

The fuck.

Thought you smoked that nigga.

- And I thought I did, nigga.

Shit, his ass is
down now, though.

Good shit.

Nigga, you good. He
fuckin’ ruined you.

- I ain’t never
shot nobody before.

- Man.

- I gotta get outta here, bruh.

- Romeo.

The fuck’s wrong
with this nigga?

- Yo, this food is good.

You never cooked for me.

- It was for someone else.

- Oh, so the nigga you was
talking to the other day,

the one who you say
makes you laugh?

- Honestly Derek, it’s
really time for you to go.

I don’t even know why
you came over here.

- What you mean?

So you don’t wanna fix us?

- No.

I tried and tried and tried
and then finally got over you

and now you’re coming over here

and trying to make some shit up.

- Are you sure you
don’t want to fix us?

- Yes, I’m sure.

I don’t, I’m not
interested in you anymore.

- So you don’t miss me?

- No, I don’t.

No. Get off of me.

Please.

- Yo, what the hell going on?

- Babe, where have you been?

Where have you been?

- What the fuck?

Is this the nigga you’ve
been cooking dinner for?

- I told him to...

You need to go.

I don’t know why
the fuck he’s here.

- Yo, I’m her fiance.
That’s who I am.

- Fiance?

- Yeah.

Listen, thank you for
taking care of her and all

and keeping her
company and shit,

but I don’t need
you no more, bro.

We don’t need you.

- Don’t even...

- What you talking about, bruh?

- Did I stutter?

You need to,

you can leave bro.

- [Isabella] You need to go.

- You hear her. You can go, bro.

- Now Isabella, what’s up?

- I told you, I don’t want you.

I need you to go.

- It’s okay. I’m gonna leave.

- Come on, clown ass nigga.

- It’s okay, but we’re not done.

We’re not done.

- Bounce, bruh.

- You know how my
dick tastes, nigga.

- The fuck.

Fuck, nigga.

- What the fuck?

You know, fuck that.

Yo, don’t call me ever again.

You can figure it about us.

And for you, nigga,

I’ll see you around.

- Oh, fuck you, nigga.

You’ll see me on 8th
Avenue block, fuck boy.

- Please. No, don’t do that.

- Oh, fuck that nigga.

- Oh my God.

- Fuck outta here, man.

What the fuck you
got him here anyway?

- I didn’t invite him.
Michelle invited him.

I don’t know why the
fuck she invited him.

She fuck...

What do you mean
what’s going on?

Do you know what the
fuck just happened?

- I just saw Derek leave, so
I figured it didn’t go well.

- Uh, yeah, because
because you invited him

and you knew Romeo
was gonna be here.

This is exactly why I stopped
fucking with you and Whitney

because you guys are
always about drama.

Like, I don’t even know
why the fuck I came here.

- Well, I thought you
wanted to see him.

You’ve been talking about it,

but obviously it was a bad idea.

- Clearly it was a bad idea.

Don’t worry about
it. I’m leaving.

- Okay.

- You know you’re wrong
for that, Michelle.

- Okay. Romeo.

I think you have other
things to worry about.

Maybe like your
little situation here

and if the streets
find out about it

because, yeah, that’ll be
kind of problematic for you.

- You know what’s problematic?

- No.

- I catch you as on the streets.

- I’m sure it is.

- See you around.

- No, you won’t.

- Hello?

Look, would you just let
me explain everything?

I know you said wait, but I
saw a way to take him out.

I’m not messing up the plan.

Would you just stop yelling
at me and just listen, please?

Please.

I can be over there in a few.

Hey you, you still
gonna be mad at me?

All right.

I’m headed that way.

Okay. Bye.

- Izzy.

Yo fella. Wait up.

- Where are you going?

- I’m sorry. Like, this
was not supposed to happen.

- Fuck that shit man.

Even if this didn’t happen,

something already went down.

- What do you mean?

- Look, I thought I
was doing something

that was good for me,

just ended up making
my life a mess.

- What do you mean?

- Look, Bella.

- What happened?

- Look, I’m scared.

- Scared of what?

- I’m scared to fall
in love with you.

- Why?

- You see how I live

in the streets?

You see what I’m doing?

These motherfuckers ain’t
gonna let me live like this.

- Okay. So, just leave
the streets for me.

Can you do that?

- Can you leave
your life for me?

- I would.

- Can you deal with at any
point that I can be killed?

I can go to jail for life.

I’m talking about that
thug life, shawty.

- I know, I know.

But I don’t care. I...

- I don’t want you wrapped
up in all this, all right?

- I’ll do anything to
keep you in my life.

- Look, I’m gonna make
this promise to you.

- What promise?

- Text me your address
and if it’s meant to be,

I’ll find you, shawty.

Hey, yo, Sean. Sean.

Yo, what the fuck?

- Wait, wait. Just let,
so let me explain, bro.

- Explain?

How the fuck you
explain fuckin’ Nova?

- Romeo. I’m trying to tell you.

This is not what it looks like.

- Bitch, it looks like
you are Nova right now.

What the hell is going on?

- Relax.

- Relax?

Bitch, don’t you fuckin’ rap...

Don’t fucking do it.

You always know I’ve been
quicker to the trigger.

Gimme that shit right now.

Slide is slow.

- Take it easy.

- Take it easy, motherfucker.

You’re over here
sneaking with Nova.

How long this shit
been going on?

- It’s been going
on a little while.

That’s not important.

- Nigga, it is important

’cause motherfucker,
you’ve been telling him

all of my fuckin’ plans
behind my back, huh?

- Yes I have.

- And so the motherfuckers
that robbed us,

the people he had set us up,
you knew about that shit?

- Yes.

- [Romeo] How about the
motherfuckers from tonight?

- I knew about that shit too.

- You know I thought
it was fucking funny

how you knew exactly
who the fuck robbed us

and they had a goddamn mask on.

You sleeping with
the goddamn enemy.

We’re supposed to
be fuckin’ boys.

- Romeo, we are boys.

- [Romeo] No we ain’t, nigga.

- But what the fuck...

- Shut the fuck up, Nova.

- It’s just business.

- Business?

That’s right, but when you
went and had pillow talk

with the goddamn enemy, you
made it fuckin’ personal.

- So, so what’re you gonna do?

You gonna shoot me, nigga?

- Nah, but I might.

- What the fuck?

- What you doing here, girl?

- You said it was meant
to be and I’m here.

- That’s right.

- Get their fuckin’
bags. Fuck all that.

- Shit. You’re not
touching my bag.

- Hey, chill out, Nova.

- Are you gonna do it, man?

- You ready to
die for this shit?

- You put a gun in,
you better pull it.

- Nova, calm down, bro.

- Look who’s scared, man.

- Your little pillow
talker’s scared right there.

He wants you to stay alive.

- I don’t have anything
else to fuckin’...

- Shut the fuck up and
get back in the bed.

- What do you have her doing?

- [Romeo] I don’t think you
want to fuck with my woman.

- Yeah, don’t worry about it.

I got all this shit on camera.

- Fuck you and your camera.

- Chill the fuck out.

Now, go join your
bitch in the bed.

- Just let it be, Nova.

- All right baby.

I got everything.

- [Sean] Romeo, you know this
shit not gonna be over, right?

- Oh yeah?

Look, my baby recorded
every goddamn thing,

so if you and your little
pillow talking bitch ass friend

think you’re gonna
come after me,

the street’s going to know
exactly who the fuck y’all are.

Try me.

- Romeo. Bro.

Fuck.

(birds chirping)

(bell ringing)

(gun shooting)

- Hey, Izzy. Get outta here.

Just go.

Yo, Izzy. Get outta here.

Just go.

Izzy, what are you doing?

Get outta here.

(gun shooting)

Izzy go.

Let’s go.

Yeah, bitch. Yeah, bitch.

That’s what I’m talking about.

Let’s get outta here.

Damn, Izzy, I like the way you
handled yourself back there.

- I had to. I had
to do something.

- Coming out blasting
with the motherfucker.

You a beast.

- I told you I’m a ride or die.

- Hell yeah.

- I got you.

- You on that Bonnie
and Clyde shit.

All right, but we
got hella money.

What we got?

Ooh baby. Look at that.

- Woo.

- Think we got, like, 50
Gs or something in here.

- Yeah, we got it big.

- Wherever you want, baby.

- I want to go to Vegas.

- Vegas?

- Yeah. We can hit, like,
a casino or something.

- Hmm, flip this shit into,
like, a hundred Gs, huh?

Let’s do it.

- Hell yeah.

- All right, but before we go,

we need to get rid
of this car though.

- Yeah, we need to get
rid of all this shit.

- And ditch that
gun. Ditch this.

- Fuck that. Just bring
the money with us.

- All right. Hey look,
there’s a lake over there.

Let’s just go toss into that.

- All right, then.

- Cool.

You know all that, right there?

See that?

That’s our new life.

Are you ready for this?

Let’s go.

(gun shooting)

(Isabella crying)

- Get up, please.

Get up, please.

Please, get up.

Come on, please.

Oh my God.

Please, get up.

- Look man.

I’m sorry it had
to be like this.

But hey, do the right
thing. Just come with me.

We can figure this shit out.

I know this shit
look ugly right now,

but hey, I mean,
what you expect?

It had to come to this.

Just come with me. We
can figure this shit out.

Put the gun down.

Come on. Don’t do this.

(gun shooting)

(soft music)

- Ey.

(Isabella laughing)

That’s what we doing.

- Yeah.

I mean, we can hit it here.

- Hey, yeah, we do.

- It’s easy.

Slide and then double bump.

- Nah, nah.

The way we had...

- Just that little sponge.

I wish I had an actual...

Blooper.

Yeah, it’s, it’s
been a fuckin’ year.

- First time for that.

Yeah, that’s definitely what
I was talking about, bruh.

- And I’ve grown a
lot since those days.

(ladies laughing)

- Hold on. Hold on.

- [Director] And action.

- Nope.

Derek, understand what?

- I can’t fuckin’,
my brain got fog.

- And we smell a
promotion in your future.

- [Isabella] Thank you so much.

- Absolutely girl.

Just forget the words.

- My fuckin’ day.

- That was so close.
That was so close.

- [Director] Action.

(Isabella laughing)

Cut.

That’s a wrap, people.

(rap music)