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(intense music)

(soft music) (logo chimes)

(soft music)

(thumping dance music)

- Nigga, that's all you got?

What happened to the other five

that was supposed to be here?

- You were late.

- (scoffs) I was late.

That's some bullshit.

You lucky they thick.

- You know I keep the best of the best.

- May I?

Her.

- Ah.

She's one of my new ones, and a fine choice.

Mm.

Who doesn't love the sound of money?

- [Justin] It's all there.

- In this business, there's two things that are uncertain.

That's loyalty and the money that's owed to you.

She's all yours.

- Well boys, it's been fun.

But not the kinda fun I'm into.

Y'all be good.

Oh yeah and King, one more thing.

- [King] And what's that?

- You're all under arrest.

(all shouting)

(tense music)

(soft tense music)

(music fades)

(birds chirping)

Shit crazy.

Oh, Justin.

You're good.

It's all right.

Leave it all at home.

(car horn honking) (cars whooshing)

(people talking) (phones ringing)

(all cheering and clapping)

- Wow, that smile says it all, my guy.

I'm proud of you.

- All in a day's work.

You know how we do.

- Yeah.

Seriously, though.

It's the biggest bust of your career.

Take a load off!

You okay?

- Yeah, I'm good.

It's, uh, consequences from back and arm day.

- You sure that's it?

- I'm sure.

- Okay.

I'm just asking.

(downtempo hiphop music)

* Eh *

* What I'm say *

* One time for the hometown *

* I got love for it, it's real *

* Two times for the haters, man *

* 'Cause I know just how this shit feel *

* Three times for my family, dog *

* 'Cause this shit done paid our bills *

* And I get four times my net worth *

* From a year ago with no deals *

* Did it all by myself *

* I don't need nothing *

* Dropped a hundred songs *

* I'ma keep coming *

* Remember times they wouldn't reply *

* Now they all hit me like they need something *

* Labels hit me now they see something *

* But I told 'em all *

* You ain't seen nothing *

* I been putting all the work in *

* If you ain't sowing with me *

* You ain't reap nothing *

* That's how it is, I don't make the calls *

* Gas it up, shit about to blow *

* Make a million, I got a million flows *

* On my million shit with a million goals *

* Time ticking, now I hear it dog *

* I don't say it, but I seen it all *

* Seen the posts and I seen the hate *

* So when they hit me now, I ignore the calls *

* No time for it, just being honest *

* Way back, I said I got it *

* Same guy, same shit *

* Nothing changed except the pockets *

* Money came, I got the profits *

* Bet it all, put it on this *

* In the past I said I'm next *

* But I'm here now *

* I was being modest *

* One time for the hometown *

* I got love for it, it's real, yeah *

* Two times for the haters, man *

* 'Cause I know just how this shit feel *

* Three times for my family, dog *

* 'Cause this shit done paid our bills *

* And I get four times my net worth *

* From a year ago with no deal *

* One time for the hometown *

* I got love for it, it's real, yeah *

* Two times for the haters, man *

* 'Cause I know just how this shit feel *

* Three times for my family, dog *

* 'Cause this shit done paid our bills *

* Then I get four times my net worth *

* From a year ago with no deals *

(crickets chirping)

(people chatting) (phones ringing)

- Hey.

So, couple of us are going to have drinks,

and after yesterday's raid, you deserve a few.

Come with us.

- I would love to, but it's getting late.

And you know how things can be.

- You know I'm not one to pry,

but that lady got you by the balls, friend.

- Now why you gotta be all that?

It's called respect.

You should try it.

- Yeah, I get it, I get it.

There's respecting your partner,

and there's controlling them.

It's a fine line, but hey, what do I know?

I'm just a lesbian.

- Oh, that's a trip, boy.

- Look, please?

Come on, just have a celebratory drink with us.

- Don't start all the begging.

- I promise not to keep you out late.

Please?

Please?

With a cherry on top?

Look, I'll even buy you one of those

expensive ass Macallan drinks you like.

- Now that's all you had to say.

Let's go.

- Okay.

Oh, oh, let me just go get my stuff.

I'll just meet you in the parking lot.

- All right.

(tense music)

(crickets chirping)

See, that's why I don't go out with y'all.

I said one drink, not five.

- [Leanna] Oh, you big baby, hush.

You had fun, admit it.

- (chuckles) Yeah you right.

I needed that.

- [Leanna] I know.

But listen, you've been looking real low lately.

Just know whatever you're going through is temporary.

Cry about it, and don't bring it to work.

It's starting to show.

(soft music)

- Yeah, I hear you.

I gotta go.

I'll see you tomorrow, all right?

- [Leanna] See you tomorrow.

(phone beeps)

(door opens and closes)

- Hey, babe.

(microwave beeping)

- Now where have you been?

- [Justin] Work.

- This late?

- I'm tired.

Can we not do this tonight?

- We're doing this.

I slaved over a hot stove

and prepared your favorite meal.

Got all dressed like this to celebrate you.

All for you not to appreciate it?

I don't think so.

- And I do appreciate it, baby.

- Not coming in at this hour, you don't.

You was probably out with that Lenore trash.

- Her name is Leanna.

And how many times do I gotta tell you,

she has a wife? - Mm.

Yeah.

You'll tell me anything.

- Like I said, I was at work.

I have reports to do and papers to file.

- I don't care.

Maybe you should get a job with normal hours.

- Excuse me?

That'll never happen.

I worked way too hard to get us here.

- Us?

You didn't get us here by yourself.

- You know what I mean.

- Then be more specific next time.

- Yo, what is your deal?

Why is everything always a fucking problem with you?

- It's not everything, Justin.

It's you.

(tense music)

Just you!

(Justin scoffs)

(door slams)

(knocking at door)

- Who is it?

- [Officer Newton] HBD.

- Newton, Roxy.

Is everything okay?

- We got a call, king.

- A call about what?

- Where is Jaida?

- Why are you looking for Jaida?

She's in the room asleep.

- What's going on?

(tense music)

- Jaida.

What did you do?

- God.

Jaida, are you okay?

- I'm fine.

Um.

I tripped and hit my face on the edge of the bed.

- Let's talk outside.

- You tripped?

- Yes.

These things happen, you know?

- It looks pretty bad.

Let me, let me get an EMT to look at it.

- I'm fine.

I'm fine.

- Okay.

Um.

You know to contact us if you need us?

- And I will.

- Man, I don't fucking know.

- You and I both know this wasn't from the bed.

- And I'm telling you, I was in the kitchen

the whole damn time.

- I'll be in the car.

(tense music)

- J, you my boy and all.

Now I don't want to have to report you,

but someone called it in, so I have to.

- Who I called it in?

- [Officer Newton] Man, I don't know.

Dispatch said the call came from here.

- That's some bullshit.

- Listen, just be glad it was us who came

and not someone else, because anybody else

would've been locking your ass up right now.

- Good looking out.

- If what you're saying is true about her injuries,

you better get some help fast,

'cause shit like this only gets worse.

- I already know.

I appreciate you, bro.

(Justin sighs)

(dark tense music)

Jaida!

Jaida!

What the fuck is wrong with you, Jaida?

Hello?

You don't hear me talking to you?

You gonna make me lose my fucking job

with all your stupidity!

- Oh my gosh.

Calm down.

It wasn't even that serious.

- Are you fucking crazy?

You out here faking injuries, and for what?

Your ass needs help.

- Oh.

So now you care?

Where was all that energy an hour ago?

- I know one thing.

This shit gonna stop.

- It stops when I say it stops.

(police sirens wailing)

(people chatting)

(phones ringing)

- What's going on, partner?

You look like you've lost your best friend or something.

- [Justin] Not right now, Lea.

I'm not in the mood.

- You haven't been in the mood a lot lately.

What's up?

- Nothing's up.

I'm good.

- [Leanna] It's Jaida again, isn't it?

That's what's wrong with y'all.

- Who is y'all?

- Men.

You act like you're all invincible,

and nothing affects you.

You do know it's okay to not be okay

and actually say it out loud, right?

- Yeah I do.

And I said I'm good.

- I know you're lying.

But I digress.

Just wanna let you know, Lieutenant's been looking for

you.

- For what?

- Oh, I don't know.

Perhaps it has something to do

with what didn't happen last night.

- Nothing happened.

She bumped her head.

- Mm-hmm, I'm sure.

But listen, partner-

- What, Santiago.

What?

(Leanna scoffs)

- Okay.

Last name basis, huh?

I got it.

You're having a rough start,

so I'ma let that one slide.

But as your partner and your friend,

hear me when I say

your silence is deafening.

And continuing to not say anything

is only going to make everything worse.

- I got it.

Anything else?

(soft music)

(papers rustling)

(cellphone vibrating)

Yes, Lieutenant?

- Detective, in my office.

Now.

(tense foreboding music)

(knocking at door)

Sit your ass down.

I'm gonna get straight to the point.

This folder from IA is yours.

- What you mean, it's mine?

What does IA want with me?

- Go on.

See for yourself.

- Fuck! (slams papers)

Unc, now you know this shit ain't true.

- Since the last time we spoke about this,

I told you to start documenting.

Have you?

- Not yet. - Do you see?

Do you see that?

That's the problem.

- Unc, I think-

- I didn't ask you to think, Justin.

Did you even put up the cameras?

- [Justin] Sir, I was trying-

- Goddammit, Justin!

What was the point of giving them to you

if you wasn't going to use them?

Son, if you don't get your shit together,

you're going to be on the losing side

when IA comes knocking.

- I understand.

- You can't possibly.

What are you waiting for, hmm?

Get your balls cut off like Hungley?

Or worse, end up dead like the other husbands

who had loony bins for wives?

Does my sister know what's going on?

- No. - Good.

Keep it that way.

- She wouldn't believe me anyway.

Mom worships the ground Jaida walks on.

- Look, nephew.

I've been in love before, so I understand.

But all love ain't real love.

Get that through your thick skull.

- [Justin] I know.

- Look, just listen.

I told your mother I would always look out for you,

but I can't help you if you aren't helping yourself.

- No, I didn't, Unc, I wouldn't do no shit like this.

- Yeah, well I'm not IA,

or the one that needs convincing.

And uncle or not, I won't be able to save your job.

So whatever this is, you need to get out

in front of it, and fast.

- Look, I hear you, but I got this shit handled.

- The hell you do!

You read those reports!

You don't have shit handled!

Y'all been married for one damn year,

and you got a lifetime of bullshit in that folder!

And given the severity of it,

I'm taking you off the streets.

- What?

- [Lieutenant Todd] Desk duty until this shit calms down,

or the therapist says otherwise.

- What the fuck I look like?

You can't do that!

- I just did.

And if you respond like that in front of IA,

you can forget the "I didn't do it" act.

(scoffing) On top of that, Dr. Carter says

you haven't been cooperating with her

since I sent you to her!

- [Justin] It's 'cause she doesn't understand-

- I don't give a shit!

If you wanna get back to the streets,

you better start documenting

or get active in fucking therapy!

'Cause it's your job or it's Jaida.

You decide.

- Well-

- I don't want to hear shit else.

Now do what you got to do for you, nephew.

And get your house in order.

Or you're going to lose everything

you worked so hard to get.

- [Justin] Yes sir.

Anything else, sir?

- Dr. Carter isn't working out,

try this.

- What the hell is this?

Some type of gay club?

- It's either that or Dr. Carter, your choice.

- Copy that.

- Listen, nephew.

Off the record.

I believe you.

But you better start gathering evidence.

Because whatever race the two of you are running,

she's already in the lead.

- [Justin] I know.

- Now you're a detective.

Damn good one, too.

What you're not is god.

You can't fix her.

Or do his job for him.

You remember that.

- [Justin] Thanks, uncle.

(tense music)

(Justin breathing heavily)

- Partner, you good?

(door slams)

- What just happened?

- I don't know.

- Bro, look.

I need you to calm down and tell me what happened.

- I'm trying.

I've been trying.

This bitch- - Ah, ah.

Watch your mouth.

You know what?

I'm gonna make you a drink.

(Justin breathes heavily)

So when is her psych, I mean, medical leave over?

- Eight more weeks till she goes back to work.

- Mm, so basically not soon enough?

- Don't start. - What?

I'm just saying, she got too much time on her hands.

Damn.

That bad, huh?

- You have no idea.

Make no damn sense.

Look, I-I'm trying to be cool.

I'm trying to be cool.

But you're probably gonna have to come get me.

- Oh yeah?

You know I will.

Easy on this one, huh?

- Sis, this heifer has been filing false reports against me.

- Reports?

What kinda reports?

- Abuse reports.

- Abuse?

Abuse of who?

Her?

I know you lying, 'cause ain't no way.

You know what, now I need a drink.

Your ass need another one, too.

- Unc just showed me the reports.

Now IA's investigating me.

- Wow.

This is un-fucking-real.

I mean, I've heard some of the other stuff

that she done pulled, but this?

This is a whole 'nother level.

So what did Unc say?

- Put my ass on desk duty.

- I mean, I know y'all argue a lot,

but what am I missing?

Justin.

Are you beating on this woman?

- Man, hell no.

- Then what is it?

Why would she accuse you of something like that?

- Let's just say there's a lot you don't know.

But don't worry about it.

I got it.

- Look, I'm not trying to get in your marital business,

but this is serious.

I mean, not only is your reputation in question,

but your whole career is on the line.

What if she gets you fired?

Then what?

- All right.

But you gotta promise me that this stays between us.

Don't be telling your mama shit.

- Boy, please.

I ain't gonna tell nobody but god.

- I'm not playing.

- J, when have I ever broken your trust?

- Well for one, she thinks I got something

going on with Leanna.

- Your partner?

Lord, what is wrong with this woman?

I mean, you're cute or whatever,

but you're not exactly her type.

Okay, so what's next?

(slow tense music)

What you doing?

You hot or something?

Justin, what the fuck?

Did she do this to you?

Wow.

I'ma take your silence as a yes.

Wait, wait.

Take it back off.

- Why?

- Pictures, why else?

- No, I don't need you doing all that.

- Justin, take it off!

- I said no.

- Look.

I know you have this manly thing,

and you feel that you have the need to protect her,

but you need a paper trail.

- You and Unc believe me, that's good enough for me.

- But it's not good enough.

I mean, I don't understand how you're just

letting this happen.

- She's my wife.

- And?

So what?

Does that give her a pass to put her fucking hands on you?

I don't think so.

You're a detective, for goodness sake.

(tense music)

- I'm out.

- Wait, wait.

Look.

I'm sorry.

I was wrong.

What I mean is you have the means to stop this.

Just report her.

- What do I look like reporting my wife?

- Like a man who's protecting himself from abuse.

- Ain't nobody being abused.

We got in a fight.

That's that.

- Look, I didn't get my doctorate degree for nothing,

and I know a domestic violence victim when I see one.

- I ain't nobody's victim.

And I'm not one of your psychiatry patients, either.

- Look, all I'm trying to say

is that you are not alone.

Domestic violence against men is a very real thing,

and if you're not gonna do anything about this bitch,

I will.

Don't give me that look.

I can call her a bitch.

You can't.

'Cause doctorate degree or not,

these hands have no understanding

when it comes to you.

I will beat that bitch up.

Don't fucking play with me.

- I gotta go, but I'll talk to you later.

- You know, you might wanna give her

those divorce papers you've been hiding.

- I vowed through sickness and health.

Remember that?

(door opens and closes)

- More like through sickness and hell.

I'll be damned.

(dark tense music)

(voice whispering)

- Appreciate you hanging out with me this evening.

But remember what dad said, I got skills.

All the balls from this side of the table.

Ain't gonna even have to go over there,

so that way, you ain't gotta duck tonight.

Watch.

Think it's a game?

Mm-hmm.

Watch this break, watch the-

(balls clink)

See, even save one.

That's all right, like I said,

I'ma cheat for a second.

That's right.

From this side, right here.

So.

How's school?

The boys being nice to you?

I know what kinda beauty I raised.

- What?

I know you not out here playing games.

What the fuck I told you

about cleaning that room?

- Mommy, I'm sorry.

- Oh, she not about to be- - Audrey, you're drunk.

Baby, baby-

- Get your fucking hands off me!

- Stop, Audrey. - Get out of my way!

- Stop! - Joe!

- Stop!

- She is gonna learn to listen!

- And who's gonna be the one

that's gonna teach her, huh?

You?

I doubt it.

I mean, look at you, you drunk now!

- You damn sure can't do it.

You don't have one masculine bone-

- Stop fighting! - In your body.

- [Joe] You drunk, Audrey.

- I shoulda married a woman.

You are worthless.

Now get the- - Mom!

Dad, stop!

(both shouting) (Audrey shrieks)

- Baby, just go to your room.

Just go to your room.

You always- - Get your ass back-

- Leave her alone!

Stop! - You!

Death comes to cowards like you!

- You're drunk, man.

Get yourself together.

Man.

(voices whispering)

- Death comes to cowards like you.

(tense foreboding music)

(Jaida moans)

(Jaida laughing)

(water boiling)

(water sizzling)

- Jaida!

(knife clatters)

What are you doing?

- Peeing.

What does it look like?

- Peeing where?

On my floor?

'Cause the seat is down.

- I was peeing.

- [Justin] Mm-hmm.

- [Jaida] What do you want, Justin?

Did you come in here just to bother me, or what?

- [Justin] Finish up whatever it is you're doing

and get in the room.

We gotta talk.

- Fuck.

(Justin sighs)

(Justin sighing)

(water running)

- [Justin] Jaida!

- What is it now, Justin?

- What are you trying to do, Jaida?

- What are you talking about?

- Are you trying to ruin my life,

my career, my reputation, or all three?

(Jaida scoffs)

- Is this about the other night?

- It's bigger than that, Jaida.

It's bad enough you out here faking injuries,

but you out here filing false reports on me too?

- Oh.

That.

- Oh, that.

Yeah, that!

- Calm down.

Those are old.

- I don't give a damn how old it is.

The point is you're lying, and for what?

What are you trying to prove?

- Stop yelling at me!

- Jaida, you need to go fix that shit.

Because of you, I gotta go to therapy,

and now I'm on desk duty.

- Therapy?

(laughs) For what?

When did they start that?

- Because of you, Jaida.

Because of you!

- Well you know what?

I'm not the one that's out here disrespecting our marriage.

- Disrespecting how?

- Oh, how?

Okay.

I'll show you how.

Mm-hmm.

This.

(Justin scoffs)

Yeah.

Why is she hugged up on you like that, hmm?

- Are you fucking kidding me?

Are you serious right now?

- Dead ass.

I mean, did I give you the impression that I wasn't?

- She's my partner.

My very gay partner who has a wife, at that.

- I don't give a damn who she fucking.

Okay?

The way she hugged up on you like that is disrespectful.

- You're really trying to flip this.

This is a harmless ass picture from the trafficking bust.

- Harmless.

You know what?

I don't care.

- You know, I'm not the one that needs therapy.

You do.

You're the motherfucking nut.

You're not right in the head.

(cellphone ringing)

Yeah, not right now, Liv.

- Why haven't you called me?

- Harmless, he says.

I'm the problem?

I'ma show you harmless.

- What she say?

What's going on, J?

- Just not right now.

- J, answer me.

What's going on?

- Bye, Liv.

Bye.

(tense foreboding music)

- Who was that?

Your little girlfriend?

- [Justin] Jaida, what the fuck are you doing?

Put the knife down!

- [Jaida] Or what?

I'm not-

- J!

J, can you hear me?

- Ugh, Justin! - Drop the knife!

- Get off of me! - Drop the knife!

- No, you're hurting me, Justin!

- Then drop it!

(Jaida panting)

- Get off of me!

- Okay, calm down!

Calm down.

- I'm calling the police.

- Are you calm? - I'm calm.

- Are you sure?

(tense foreboding music)

- Yes.

(Jaida sobbing)

- Jaida.

Look at me.

Hey, hey, hey.

Come on, come on.

You're okay.

You're okay.

Hey.

It's okay.

You're all right.

Hey, look at me.

You're okay.

That's it, you're okay.

This is good.

What's wrong?

Hey, look at me.

You're good.

You are okay.

You're okay.

Jaida, baby.

What's going on?

What was that?

(tense foreboding music)

(Jaida clears throat)

- Nothing.

I'm fine.

I, um, I had a moment.

- Come here, come here.

Baby.

- Mm-hmm?

- I think it's time that you see a therapist.

- What?

A therapist?

I don't need a therapist, Justin.

I'm fine!

- You're not fine, Jaida.

- [Jaida] And what makes you think I need a therapist?

- You just pulled a knife,

you just been through a lot.

All the stuff you told me about your mom and your dad-

- Don't!

You don't know shit.

You know what?

If you wanna leave, then leave.

But don't use my parents as an excuse!

- That's not it at all, babe.

- If I'm crazy,

or this nut that you think that I am,

it's because of you!

And all the shit that you put me through

with that Lenore trash!

- You know that there is nothing

going on with me and Leanna.

- I don't know shit.

(knocking at door)

- What now?

Fuck.

(tense music)

- Officers?

- What's going on, Roxy?

Jenkins?

- We got a disturbance call, again.

Everything okay?

- Everything's fine.

- Are you sure? - Positive.

- I was asking her.

- [Officer Jenkins] Ma'am?

- I'm fine.

For now.

- Okay.

Well we'll be in the area if you need us.

You give us a call.

- [Justin] She won't.

- That asshole definitely did something to her.

- Yeah, I thought the same thing

when I saw her black eye a few days ago.

- What black eye?

- Exactly.

- Mm-mm.

- I see you're still calling the police.

- Actually, I didn't.

But that should tell you something.

My ancestors don't play about me,

so you shouldn't, either.

- Girl, where is you going?

(punch lands) (Justin grunts)

(tense music) (Justin coughs)

- You had me worried.

What happened?

- Whole lot of back and forth about nothing.

- Mm-mm, it was definitely something.

That's why I called the police.

- So that was you that called the police to my house?

- Hell yeah I did.

- [Justin] Liv, why would you do that

after I just told you the shit that I was in?

- What do you mean, why?

What was I supposed to do?

Sit around and let her stab you?

- She wasn't gonna stab me.

- [Olivia] And you know that how?

Because judging from the bruises that I saw,

I'd say she's capable of anything.

- Look, I know you feel like you need

to protect me, but I got this.

- Are you serious right now?

This bitch is beating on you,

and pulling out knives, and you want me to pretend

like everything is okay?

I think the fuck not.

- Liv. - No, Justin.

She needs help.

And I'm your sister, and as long as there's breath

in my body, I'm gonna be on your ass,

and you better be grateful I'm not beating hers.

- Can you just drop it?

Just-just leave it alone.

- I ain't promising you shit.

It's family over everything,

and you're my only brother.

I'll be damned.

- [Justin] I just got to therapy.

I'll talk to you later.

- Whatever.

And you better call me back, too.

Hmm.

(upbeat hiphop music)

* Yeah *

* Whoa, yeah *

* Hold up, hold up *

* Yeah *

* Yeah *

* It's been a long time coming *

* Thank god for my cloth they tugging it *

* Putting up numbers *

* 99 problems and I still kept it 100 *

* Yeah, it's been a long time coming *

* They ain't cut from my cloth they tugging *

* Putting up numbers *

* 99 problems and I still kept it 100 *

* Yeah *

* Ooh, don't play *

* Uh, play, uh, play, uh, play *

* Ooh, don't play *

* Uh, play, uh, play, uh, play *

* Ooh, don't play *

* Uh, play, uh play *

* Ooh, don't play *

* Uh, play, uh, play *

* Yeah play *

* Ooh don't *

* Long time coming *

* Black on the bottom of my feet from running *

* It's cataracts under my eyes from hustling *

* You went from buying to selling to customers *

* Run up the business *

* God is my witness *

* Sun up to sundown from Monday to Sunday *

* We maxing our limits *

(all chatting)

- [Zahir] Justin, I presume.

- Zahir?

- In the flesh.

(Zahir chuckles)

It's nice to finally meet you, my brother.

Come on in and let me introduce you

to the rest of the guys.

(all chatting)

Fellas.

Fellas, settle down.

Fellas, this is Justin.

Justin, fellas.

Go ahead, have a seat wherever you like.

And just know there's no pressure for you to speak.

When you're ready to talk, we're ready to listen, okay?

- Welcome, brother. - Appreciate it.

- So, Justin.

Only rules, be respectful to others,

and keep our business our business.

All right?

Now, we left off talking about the importance

of men having regular doctor visits and screenings.

Has anybody set up those appointments?

Anybody?

Come on, okay.

One, two, three.

All right, four of you.

Hey, that's better than last week.

But I expect to see even more hands next week.

Now if you guys need help with insurance,

come see me after group.

(tense music)

- That's what I was talking about.

Okay?

When you tell someone you're in therapy,

they look at you like you're crazy,

like only women and children can get it.

- No, for real.

I don't see how people can say that.

'Cause that thing from the WNBA-

- ADAA, fool.

- Yeah, whatever.

Right here.

Six million men suffer from depression every year.

- Yeah, 'cause of money.

When it boils down to it, it's all about money.

- Or life in general. - Man, it's money.

- [Zahir] What'd you find, Anthony?

- Help Direct says, "Depression comes from challenging

life events, with family, unemployment,

stress at work, even past or continuing abuse

in romantic relationships."

- Abuse?

I ain't ever seen no dark skinned brother

get his ass whooped by no woman.

You know what I'm saying?

- Yes, sir. - Man, please.

Don't you ever watch the ID channel?

"Snapped", "Fatal Attraction", none of that shit?

- That shit be self-defense, though.

They be taking it without consent.

- Man, not all the time. - Hmm.

How many of you know that men are not the only abusers?

- Shit.

- [Sam] But it's different for a woman to a man,

you understand what I'm saying?

- Hmm, how so?

- 'Cause you know women.

They be small and sensitive.

See, us fellas?

(laughs) We could eat a few little pitty-pats,

you know what I'm talking about.

You know what I mean? (all agreeing)

- Okay.

So you think it's okay for a woman to hit a man?

- [Sam] Not at all.

Just like it ain't okay for a man to hit a woman.

- But then you think it's stupid for him

to report it to the police?

- Hell yeah!

What police officer's gonna take a grown ass man serious

calling the police like,

(sobbing) "My wife is beating on me!"

Come on, man!

- Okay, so then we're all clear.

You don't think it's okay for a woman to hit a man,

but you do think it's stupid for him

to report her if she does?

- Shit, hell no!

If it become a bit too much,

I'm calling them folks on her ass.

- Yeah.

- They wouldn't hesitate to do it to any one of us.

(all agreeing)

- [Zahir] And at what point is it too much?

- Shit, when she get to grabbing knives, guns,

and in my case, the remote.

Still hurt. (all chuckling)

- Is that what you think?

WPR shows that in comparison to the 40.1% of women

who have reported being victims of domestic violence,

another 34.9% of men reported the same.

- Man, those numbers can't be right.

You know, I mean a man I know can be beat on,

hit with weapons, and all type of shit,

and didn't say a thing.

- Bingo.

But it does show that regardless of the stigmas,

some men recognize the dangers and seek help.

But tell me, why do you think the men stay?

- That's easy.

It's the punanny, come on man.

(all laughing)

Crazy women got the best.

The wetter the better.

- I think it's for the same reason as women.

Money, sex, and securities, convenience.

Man, the list go on.

It's longer than the welfare line.

- Liam's right.

And although the numbers are alarmingly high for women,

men are not exempt from deadly consequences

if they stay in abusive relationships.

- What if you think you could change her?

- Unfortunately, you can't, son.

Their traumas are theirs, and yours are yours.

If you want to fix them,

get them to the proper help.

The truth is, there's a lot of men and women

walking around today with unchecked rage,

aggression, anxiety, fear, and insecurities.

So you're gonna have to care enough to face it.

Find a resolve.

Even if that means completely walking away

so that you can heal. (object clatters)

- What the hell was that? (all murmuring)

- I am not sure what that was.

But that's our time, fellas.

We'll pick this up next week.

Make sure you review the article,

'cause we will be reviewing it next time.

All right?

Hey, uh, Justin.

Let me talk to you for a second.

Ah.

The Lieutenant and I are good friends.

He told me what's going on.

Have you tried getting her some help?

- She doesn't think she needs it.

- Hmm.

And that's how you know she does.

- I tried everything.

I mean, I've considered divorce,

but I don't know if that's the way to go.

- I've been there.

And no amount of love you have for her

is gonna change her behavior.

She has to recognize the problem

in order to get the help.

- So what should I do?

- Try talking to her again about therapy.

If she refuses, you could always get her committed.

- Nah, I don't think I wanna do that.

- I am not saying that you have to,

or that you should.

It's just another option.

- [Justin] How does that even work?

- There's some steps to it.

But first, do what your uncle suggested.

Help move things along a little faster.

- How did I miss it, doc?

- Hmm.

Son.

Love comes with blinders.

It's been there.

It's just presenting itself differently now.

- You could say that again.

(Justin sighs)

I just reached my breaking point.

I don't know how much more I can take.

- Ultimately, it is a decision

that only you can make.

But I wouldn't wait too long.

In these kinda relationships, it can go

from bad to worse in seconds.

- Yeah.

Thanks, Doc.

- [Zahir] Just here to help, son.

- Appreciate it.

- So I'll see you in a few days?

- Yeah.

- You call me in between if you need to.

(Zahir sighs)

(soft music)

You tried getting her some help?

- Jaida doesn't need any help!

Jaida is Audrey.

I am Audrey!

- Try talking to her again about therapy.

If she refuses, you can always get her committed.

- So you think you wanna have him lock me up

so he can be with that Lenore bitch?

I don't fucking think so.

(banging on steering wheel)

Fuck!

- [Audrey] Fuck you, Joe.

You know you're a piece of shit.

- [Joe] Fuck you too, Audrey.

She's coming with me, and that's final.

- [Audrey] Over my dead fucking body.

She stays with me.

We don't need your sorry ass.

- [Joe] My sorry ass?

I'm sorry?

- [Audrey] Oh yeah, uh-huh, yeah.

- Whatever, eh, look. - Mm-hmm?

- [Joe] Your ass can't take care of yourself.

- [Audrey] Really, oh really?

- [Joe] How the fuck you gonna take care of her?

- [Audrey] Joe, you can shove that divorce

and paternal life shit up your ass.

You gonna have to thank me for it.

- [Joe] Eh?

I'ma win.

What's your point?

Look, you are an unfit mother that what?

Needs to have- - Unfit?

- [Joe] Her fucking ass in the psych ward!

- [Audrey] Hell no.

- [Joe] And get some professional help.

Girl, you crazy!

- [Audrey] Ain't no one putting me in the ward.

- [Joe] Yeah, whatever.

- [Audrey] And you sure not taking my goddam daughter.

- [Joe] I don't care what you say.

You ain't leaving with my baby.

I mean, I don't even see why you think-

- [Audrey] I got something.

- [Joe] Why you even think somebody playing with you?

What? (yelps)

(Joe shouting) (tense foreboding music)

Oh, shit!

Audrey, what the fuck?

(Joe sputtering)

(Audrey humming)

(Joe coughing)

- You were saying?

Right.

Oh baby, no, I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.

I can't, I can't hear you.

What?

Don't worry.

It won't be long now, okay?

(Audrey laughing)

Goodnight.

You're my soulmate.

Oh shit.

You made me break a fucking nail.

And you're gonna have to pay for that shit.

(soft tense music)

What you doing over there?

Why are you hiding?

Now you listen to me.

Don't you ever let a man think

he can divorce you or take anything from you.

When he said till death do us part,

that's the only way he gets to leave.

Did you hear me?

Good. (laughing)

(Audrey humming)

(Audrey laughing)

Shit.

(Audrey humming)

(voices whispering)

(car horn blaring) (Jaida gasps)

- Till death do us part.

(dark tense music)

(car engine starts)

- Yeah, she just got home, Unc.

All the cameras on your end clear?

- Crystal.

- [Justin] Thanks, Unc.

I appreciate it.

I gotta go.

- You're doing the right thing, nephew.

- I know.

I'll see you tomorrow.

- All right.

I need to get my ass outta here and head home.

I'll be home watching, you be careful.

- Okay.

(birds chirping)

- Morning, babe.

Still reading "Dangerous Thirst", huh?

- Mm-hmm.

I'm almost done with it.

- So what's the occasion?

It's been a long time since you made me breakfast.

- No occasion, I just wanted to do something different,

so sit, eat.

- I'm sorry, babe.

No time.

I gotta get down to the station.

But I love you.

I'll see you later, all right?

(dark tense music)

(phones ringing)

- Santiago.

You're looking real focused over here.

- Shawn, how much do you know about Jaida?

- Santiago, why you looking up Jaida?

- Something's not right with her.

- Like?

- Well, the other day when I touched Justin

on his back, he flinched.

- And?

I mean, the man works out.

What do you expect?

- Barely.

(both laugh)

- Right.

- But seriously, though.

You know your boy.

He doesn't seem off to you?

- I mean, yeah.

That could just be the stress of married life.

You know how that goes firsthand

- True, but these aren't normal issues.

- What constitutes normal in their marriage?

- Granite, focus.

She's abusing her boy.

He won't say it, but she is.

- Abuse?

I think you're going too far.

(dark tense music)

(voices whispering)

(Jaida shouts)

- [Leanna] Olivia called me the other day,

crying and scared.

She told me about the bruises on his back and arms,

and all the abuse J's been dealing with.

(voices whispering)

(Jaida exhales)

(dark music intensifying)

(voices whispering)

She said J filed for divorce a while ago,

but hasn't given her the papers yet.

Olivia says she's been lying about her injuries

and making false reports against him.

Granite, I'm afraid of what she's gonna do

if she ever finds out about the divorce.

(dark foreboding music)

(voices whispering)

- I hear you loud and clear, mommy.

- So after Olivia's call, I started doing some digging

and found two things.

- Like what?

- Well, she changed her last name

months before meeting J.

- Okay, so what's the crime in that?

- None, unless you're hiding something from your past.

- And so what'd you find?

- Well, little miss perfect has quite the record

under Jaida Rediman.

All domestic against previous boyfriends.

A&B 2014.

AWDW 2016.

A&B 2017.

Possession of an illegal firearm in 2019,

and the list goes on.

- Goddamn.

So what's the second thing?

- Well, she told everyone her mother died in Boston

while living in a nursing home, right?

- Yeah, I hear she has like a memorial

every year for her.

- Well, I don't know who or what she's memorializing,

but it ain't her dead mother.

Her mother is alive and well in a state penitentiary

for killing her husband in front of Jaida

over a divorce and custody battle.

- Are you sure this is her mother?

- Not only am I sure, I called the prison to confirm it.

And guess who was the last person to visit her?

- You've gotta be shitting me.

- Hmm.

Our boy's in trouble, Shawn.

Looks like his wife might be a reincarnation

of that crazy ass mother.

- What's the word, gang?

What y'all looking all suspicious and shit for?

Santiago.

Now don't tell me you about to flip the coin

for this boy.

- He wishes.

- Not in your wildest dreams, Santiago.

What you got, boss?

- Same ol' same.

What y'all working on?

- Um, just some leads from the raid.

- [Justin] Anything I could help with?

- Nah, these are all bogus.

- All right, well, if you need anything,

I'll be right here doing nothing

on good ol' desk duty.

- You know you starting to look real good

for a receptionist. (Leanna laughs)

- So that shit funny?

Man, fuck y'all.

(tense music)

- Shit.

Fuck!

(tense foreboding music)

(Leanna and Justin laughing)

- Just checking on you before I head to Zahir's.

- Well thanks for checking on me.

So, how are you?

- I'm better.

Starting to feel like myself.

- Well, good.

You're starting to look like you're in better spirits.

- Well thank you.

- (laughs) So, you know I gotta ask.

How is Jaida?

- Jaida's Jaida.

I'ma talk to her tonight

and see if we can get some type of understanding.

- Okay.

- Did you cook?

- Of course.

You ready to eat?

- God, yeah.

- Okay.

(dark tense music)

- Never fearless.

You small bitch, you always gotta know.

(Jaida laughs mockingly)

Dumb bitch!

(tense foreboding music) (engine starts)

Jaida this, Jaida that.

They think that shit funny.

Ain't shit gonna be fucking funny for long!

Where the fuck is he going?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll show your ass.

- [Justin] Zahir.

(Zahir laughing)

- Justin.

I am so proud of you.

You've been making some real progress.

- Man, it felt so good to get all that off my chest

without feeling just-

- Trust me, brother.

I understand.

And everything's gonna work out, just like it should.

- I'm gonna ask her one more time.

If she says no, you know what's next.

- Mm.

Well, they already know what's going on,

so if and when you need to make the call,

they'll be ready.

- I appreciate it.

(cellphone chimes)

Oh.

I gotta get down to the station,

but it's always good seeing you.

(both chuckling)

- I'm just here to help, son.

- I appreciate you.

- All right.

(Zahir chuckling)

(dark tense music)

- [Jaida] Is this where the men's group is held?

- Oh, uh.

Yes.

Yes, it is.

- And what exactly do you do here?

- Uh, not much.

Bunch of guys get together and just talk.

Why?

Do you have a boyfriend, or husband

that might be interested?

- Not at your expense.

- Excuse me?

- Did you really think I was gonna let you

help Justin get me committed?

- Jaida?

(Jaida laughing)

- He knows my name!

- Jaida, what do you want?

- For you to mind your goddamn business.

- Jaida.

I am strictly here as a friend.

This is a help and healing group.

- Help?

Help and heal from who?

And from what?

Hmm? - Oh, Jaida.

- Yeah?

- [Zahir] Calm down.

Just-

- I'm calm.

- Jaida.

Put the gun down.

- Yeah, no.

Because you're just another puppet

that's trying to manipulate him

so he can leave me.

But I won't let you.

(gunshot fires) (Zahir crashes)

One less interference.

(car alarm beeps)

(engine starts)

(dark tense music)

- Zahir?

I'm here, where are you?

Zahir?

Oh my god.

Fuck.

Zahir!

No, just hold on, please.

Just hold on.

No!

Hello?

My boyfriend has just been shot.

I-I don't know, I don't know.

I don't know, I think it's, like,

um, Casado or something, I don't know.

I just need you guys to hurry up and get here, please!

Hold on, just hold on.

Please hold on.

Zahir.

(soft solemn music)

(dark tense music)

- Fuck!

Man.

I see you, nosy bitch.

Hmm.

You lose this time.

(music playing through headphones)

(Jaida grunts) (Rosita yelps)

Bitch! (Rosita shouts)

You just keep on ruining our business!

(Jaida gasps)

Oh shit!

Fuck!

(Jaida gasping)

Fuck, fuck!

Who the fuck is that?

Oh shit!

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Oh shit!

- Yeah, I just don't appreciate, um,

I just don't understand why Rosita

keeps leaving my door unlocked, right?

It doesn't make no fucking sense.

Exactly.

Oh my god!

Roxanne!

Roxanne!

(gunshots firing) (Jaida yelps)

(phones ringing)

- Hey, what's going on?

- Shots fired at the Casado Center.

- Which one?

- Downtown.

(tense foreboding music)

- Oh, fuck!

Oh, shit!

Fuck!

(Jaida groaning)

Come on, Jaida!

Come on, Jaida!

(Jaida roars)

(Jaida groans)

- What's going on, partner?

You look like you're worried about something.

- The Casado Center.

That's where I do my therapy.

- No shit?

Downtown?

- Yeah.

And I just called doc, and he ain't answer.

- Well, group is over for the day, right?

All right, maybe he's just busy.

I'm sure that shots call ain't about shit.

- Yeah, maybe.

- Hey.

Um.

So, I wanted to talk to you the other day,

but Lou had us on a dry ass mission, so.

- Yeah, what's up?

You good?

- Yeah.

I'm good.

But I'm concerned about you.

- Lea, I don't want to talk about this shit right now.

- Justin, I'm serious.

- All right.

What is it now?

- [Leanna] Jaida.

- We still on this Jaida shit?

- Listen, Justin.

She's dangerous.

- [Justin] You're kidding, right?

Dangerous how?

- No, I'm not.

And (exhales) don't get mad at me,

but I did some research.

- Research?

Research on what, my wife?

- [Leanna] Yes.

- And why the fuck would you do that?

- Lower your damn voice.

- So you that damn bored and ain't got nothing else to do?

- Olivia is worried about you, so she called me.

- So that gives you the go ahead

to play detective into my fucking life, huh?

Man, y'all ass is tripping.

- Sit down.

See?

You're hurting.

And it ain't from no fucking gym.

Why don't you stop fucking running all the time

and listen for once?

There.

Read it.

It's all in there.

Everything is not what it seems.

You're not the first, and you won't be the last.

She needs help, Justin.

Before she becomes Audrey 2.0.

I'm sorry, friend.

(cellphone buzzing)

Answer that.

Answer the damn phone, Justin.

Where are you going?

(Leanna sighs)

Fuck!

(cellphone ringing)

Hey, Olivia.

Oh.

(dark foreboding music)

(Jaida groaning)

(Jaida yelps)

(Jaida groaning)

(Jaida panting)

(Jaida groans)

(Jaida panting)

(Jaida groaning)

(Jaida groans)

(Jaida panting)

(Jaida groans)

(voices whispering)

- [Jaida] It's okay, it's okay.

(Jaida giggles)

(Jaida laughing)

(knocks on door)

- [Lieutenant Todd] What's wrong, Santiago?

- [Leanna] It's Olivia, sir.

- What's going on, Olivia?

What?

Oliva.

Olivia!

First the Casado Center, and now Olivia's?

- I'm no rocket scientist, sir,

but this can't be a coincidence.

- Where's Justin?

- I don't know, he just left.

But after what he just read, I'm guessing home.

- Santiago, get some officers

and get to his house immediately.

- Copy that.

(dark tense music)

(Jaida laughing)

- I love you too, mommy.

Stop fighting!

Please!

Mom, please!

Stop!

(Jaida crying)

Daddy.

Yes, ma'am.

(dark music intensifying)

I hear you loud and clear, Audrey.

Fuck.

(cellphone ringing)

(Justin sighs)

(dark tense music)

- Jaida!

(Jaida humming)

(Jaida laughing)

Jaida.

Put the knife down.

- You know.

I've given you my love.

My time.

And my devotion.

And this is how you repay me?

With that?

We're supposed to be J and J.

We've been married a year,

and this how you wanna end us?

With a fucking divorce?

- Jaida.

I said put the knife down.

- Or what?

You gonna shoot me?

Hmm?

Can't you see that I'm already dead, Justin?

(Jaida groans)

- You're bleeding.

What happened?

(Jaida laughing)

- I am bleeding, huh?

Ooh, shit!

Your fucking sister.

She can't shoot worth shit.

Fucking grazed me.

- Jaida, where's Olivia?

- You know.

Audrey told me that you would be a fucking problem.

Fuck.

- Audrey is dead, remember?

- Is that what you think?

Audrey can't die!

I am Audrey!

- Jaida.

What happened to Olivia?

- Oh, fuck Olivia!

'Cause if she wasn't meddling in our fucking business

like she's Scooby Doo, or some shit,

we wouldn't be in this mess, so fuck her!

- Look.

Let's just talk.

Let's just talk. - Now you wanna talk?

- Can we do that? - Oh, now you wanna talk?

- Look.

Putting my gun down.

- [Jaida] He wants to talk now, Audrey.

- Put the knife down.

I'm-I'm unarmed.

- Did you really think

I was gonna let you put me

in a fucking crazy house

like your therapist told you to?

Hmm?

(Jaida laughs)

You're surprised!

Yeah.

'Cause when you started moving funny,

I started moving like a fucking comedian after you.

Do you know how much I love you?

'Cause you can't know how much

I fucking love you, Justin!

- Jaida, baby.

- Don't Jaida baby me!

You were trying to get rid of me.

- No, baby.

I was just trying to get you some help.

That's it.

Babe, we can't keep going on like this.

(tense foreboding music)

- You're right.

We can't, right? - No.

- So we shouldn't.

(gunshots fire)

(Justin crashes)

(dark dramatic music)

(soft solemn music)

- Pick up.

Leanna just called me.

That crazy bitch just shot Justin.

I'm on my fucking way.

- No, no, no.

Olivia, you cannot come here right now.

- But what about Justin?

- I just talked to your mother.

Get yourself together.

Meet her at the hospital.

- I can't believe this shit.

Fucking light don't turn green,

I'm gonna fucking scream.

(dark tense music)

- You know.

I was made to be crazy by the man that made me this way.

(slap lands)

- Santiago!

- Bitch.

- [Leanna] Get her stupid narcissistic ass outta here.

(Jaida laughing)

* One two, Jaida's coming for you *

* Three, four, Justin's dead on the floor *

* Five, six, I should've emptied the clip *

- Oh, shut her ass up!

(Jaida laughing)

(soft tense music)

(all murmuring)

- What's going on, fellas?

Welcome back to the Empowered Gentlemen's Group.

As you all know, I'm Justin.

And we do have a new face here today.

Y'all give it up for him.

(all clapping)

Seeing y'all here today just reminds me

why I do what I do,

and why I continue this fight that Zahir started.

Chair and all.

I need you to know that by y'all still being here,

it shows the strength and vulnerability

that you all have in making a change.

So let's get started.

(upbeat hiphop music)

(dark tense music) (Jaida humming)

- Men are victims, too.

Call 1-800-799-7233.

- As a former victim of domestic violence,

I know what it feels like

when your pain and your cry is not heard.

This is very real for both men and women.

Remember, if you need help,

don't be afraid to speak out.

Men are victims, too.

Please call 1-800-799-7233.

- Don't stay silent.

Men are victims, too.

- One in 10 men in the US are victims

of domestic violence.

Men, speak up.

Speaking up does not make you weak.

Strong men and women speak up.

We need more awareness of this.

Don't be silent.

- I know you've all heard before

I do this because I love you.

It's not love.

Someone doesn't put their hands on you

because they love you.

Don't be afraid to get help.

Don't be afraid to get out,

because not many people do.

- Men are victims, too.

Don't be afraid to call 1-800-799-7233.

- You can take it.

Come on, man up.

(scoffs) I thought you was a real man.

Don't suffer in silence.

Men are victims, too.

Oh, and check on your strong friends.

Just 'cause they smiling

doesn't mean they're not in pain.

1-800-799-7233.

Don't suffer in silence.

Call.

- You matter.

Your story matters.

And you deserve justice.

Don't be afraid to speak up.

You never know who your story can help.

Men are victims, too.

Call 1-800-799-7233.

- Men are victims, too.

- 1-800-799-7233.

It doesn't just apply to women.

This is about men.

I didn't write "In Sickness and Hell"

to take away from the violence

that women suffer from every single day

in the United States and across the country.

I wrote this movie so that men could understand

and are aware that we see, we hear, we know.

We know that you don't report.

We know that you suffer everyday.

We know this.

And we're here to tell you that you have support.

Use the number.

Call somebody.

Your voice matters.

"Through Sickness and Hell" is about you.

It's about mental health.

It's about seeking help.

It's about reaching out to those

who understand what you're going through.

Trust those who love you.

Trust those who depend on you.

Trust yourself to know better,

and trust yourself to know when you're in danger

and when to seek help.

1-800-799-7233.

It's about you, and it's about me.

- [All] Men are victims, too!

* One time for the hometown *

* I got love for it that's real *

* Two times for the haters, man *

* 'Cause I know just how this shit feel *

* Three times for my family, dog *

* 'Cause this shit done paid our bills *

* And I get four times my net worth *

* From a year ago with no bills *

* Did it all by myself *

* I don't need nothing *

* Dropped a hundred songs *

* I'ma keep coming *

* Remember times they wouldn't reply *

* Now they all hit me like they need something *

* Labels hit me now they see something *

* But I told 'em all *

* You ain't seen nothing *

* I been putting all the work in *

* If you ain't sowing with me *

* You ain't reap nothing *

* That's how it is, I don't make the calls *

* Gas it up, shit about to blow *

* Make a million, I got a million flows *

* On my million shit with a million goals *

* Time ticking, now I hear it dog *

* I don't say it, but I seen it all *

* Seen the posts and I seen the hate *

* So when they hit me now, I ignore the calls *

* No time for it, just being honest *

* Way back, I said I got it *

* Same guy, same shit *

* Nothing changed except the pockets *

* Money came, I got the profits *

* Bet it all, put it on this *

* In the past I said I'm next *

* But I'm here now *

* I was being modest *

* One time for the hometown *

* I got love for it, it's real, yeah *

* Two times for the haters, man *

* 'Cause I know just how this shit feel *

* Three times for my family, dog *

* 'Cause this shit done paid our bills *

* And I get four times my net worth *

* From a year ago with no deal *

* One time for the hometown *

* I got love for it, it's real, yeah *

* Two times for the haters, man *

* 'Cause I know just how this shit feel *

* Three times for my family, dog *

* 'Cause this shit done paid our bills *

* Then I get four times my net worth *

* From a year ago with no deals *

(downtempo R&B music)

* You've been back and forth *

* And back and forth *

* Back for more with me *

* You just hesitate *

* Play these games *

* And shift the blame to me *

* And I gave everything *

* And what do I have to show for it *

* Who am I to you *

* But another bullet you dodged *

* Am I *

* And I already know the answer *

* But it's after 10 pm *

* And I know you won't ever answer *

* But you already know how I get *

* Is that all you know *

* 'Cause you don't even know what you want *

* Do you even know what you got *

* Do you even know *

* That you don't even know what you want *

* But you're with somebody *

* You're with somebody *

(dark tense music)