Original subtitles

(flames crackling) (dramatic music)

[Announcer] Previously on "Love Don't Pay the Bill."

We done built this fucking empire

for you to let some bum bitch come up in here

and tear it down,

'cause you can't control your dick?

- My dick? - Yeah, your dick.

Who the fuck is this white nigger?

That's the answer to all of our problems.

See, he owns two of the skyscrapers downtown.

And the word on the street

is he's a loan shark for a lot of rich motherfuckers.

Um, but no, I'm really glad

that you hit me up and sent me that DM.

But I'd love to take you out to dinner sometime, you know,

whenever you're available.

Okay. I would love that too.

How does, uh, tomorrow night sound?

You've been moving real reckless lately.

And you, the way you moving, (scoffs)

it's gonna bring the both of us down.

But let me tell you something.

I'm not going down for your bitch ass.

We're going upstairs. Come on, let's go get your shoes.

I'm gonna take your shoes off. (Missy shouting)

- Let's take your shoes off. - You gonna die, bitch.

- This bitch gonna die. - We gon

I need you to help me kill my husband.

(Missy inhales deeply) (brooding music)

(tuts) I need you to help me take down Romelo

and his wife Missy.

Romelo and Missy?

What do you want with them?

They're legitimate business owners.

I did.

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

The fucker wants to take over my company.

But I own most of the shares. So with me out of the picture,

he puts himself in a position to buy me out.

And I can't help that.

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

I'm going to need you to kill Henry.

And if his wife is with his kids,

I want them dead too. (Speaks in foreign language)

Nobody gets away with disrespecting us.

Well, nobody will know that this is a camera.

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

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

Henry is in the office today.

You need to go handle that shit!

Trina, I'm your mother. All right?

Just, just talk to me.

(scoffs) No.

You ain't no mother of mine!

You ain't shit!

(hand slaps)

I appreciate everything that you've done for me

and my family.

(brooding music)

But I ain't your fucking slave.

(brooding music continues)

Who you with? Who put you up to this, huh?

Come on. No, no.

Let's talk like men.

Oh you, oh you wanna talk?

You wanna talk?

Let's talk.

Let's have a conversation.

What the fuck you got to say?

- No, you got it. - I'm listening.

- No, you got it. You got it. - Oh, oh.

You want me to respond to that?

(gunshot cracks) Motherfuckers!

- Shit! - So you the nasty bitch

that thought she was gonna take my man?

Bitch, that's my motherfuckin' husband!

Die, bitch! (Exhales sharply)

(gunshots cracking)

(Romelo sighs and pants)

I did it, man.

(gunshot cracks)

(Trina panting)

What the fuck?

(guest knocking)

- (dramatic music) - What the hell are you doing?

You're under arrest, Trina.

- For what? - I told you.

I told you, if you did not give me any evidence

to put Romelo and Missy in jail,

this was gonna happen.

I mean, do you really fuckin' love him that much

that you're willing to go to jail?

- Fuck you. - Fuck you!

Arrest her.

Wait, hold on. Can I at least put on some pants?

I don't know.

Fine, whatever.

Upstairs. Go.

We're going with you.

(dramatic music)

? I like blowing money fast ? ? I can do no limit ?

? No limit ?

? I'm the baddest of them all ?

? I'm who they love to mimic, bad ?

? I be going way too hard ?

? He can't be acting timid, huh ?

? Has to keep me by heart ?

? 'Cause he'll never win it, bye ?

? Love don't pay the bills, love don't pay the bills ?

? Nope ?

? Love don't pay the bills ?

? Love don't pay the bills, shit ?

? I need them red heels ?

? I need brand new wheels, wheels ?

? 'Cause love don't pay the bills, love don't pay the bills ?

? Love don't pay no bills ?

? Fairy tales, uh, get real ?

? He won't do, I will ?

? Either way it's done deal ?

? I can do bad all by myself ?

? Tell him he can hit the door, hit the door ?

? He never had a bad bitch like like like me before ?

? Hah, how come we're grinding bitch, bitch ?

? He gotta come with me too ?

? I gotta expense my living ?

? If he get another one, do next call on the roster ?

? I want the lobster ?

? Time for the sweep, time to get me the broom ?

? I do it bad, get out a dog ?

? I got a fast car, and it go vroom ?

? I like blowing money fast ?

? I can do no limit, no limit ?

? I'm the baddest of them all ?

? I'm who they love to mimic, bad ?

? I be goin' way too hard ?

? He can't be acting timid, huh ?

? Has to keep me by heart ?

? 'Cause he'll never win it, bye ?

? Love don't pay the bills ?

? Love don't pay the bills, nope ?

? Love don't pay the bills ?

? Love don't pay the bills, shit ?

? I need them red heels ?

? I need brand new wheels, wheels ?

? 'Cause love don't pay the bills ?

? Love don't pay the bills ?

("Love Don't Pay The Bills" by Arielle Johnson)

(footsteps plodding)

Mm.

You made her coffee?

Somebody's in love today. Good morning.

- Good morning. - Mm.

Mah. (Lips smacking)

[Romelo] Did you put a little lipstick on me?

I know.

What you got going today?

We're good.

Just trying to handle a little business.

I'm looking at a, um, couple apartment buildings, actually.

Since we're officially out of the game,

we need to find legal ways to flip our money, you know?

Yeah.

I still don't trust the Alexandros.

I know they are pissed we decided to stop working with them.

Nah. Fuck the Alexandros.

If anybody should be pissed, it should be me and you.

We made them millions.

I'm talking about millions on millions.

Him and his wife, they can kiss dick.

(chuckles) Baby, you're crazy.

Oh.

(tuts) Oh.

We still have to be careful though.

Look, I'm gonna go make some calls.

I'll see you when you get back?

[Romelo] Yeah.

- You sure? - Yeah.

Mm-hmm. (Lips smack)

- You be careful. - You be careful.

[Romelo] You be careful.

But is he watching me walk away?

Is he watching? Is he watching?

(Romelo blows lips)

[Romelo] When can I not watch?

(Missy laughs)

(people chattering)

(phone clacking)

(cup clinks)

All right.

Who the hell is this?

(Romelo sniffles)

Yo?

Romelo, it's me.

Look, I need your help right now.

I'm in jail and I need you to get me out.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What do you mean you're in jail?

For what?

The detective wanted me to be his informant,

to try to get some information on you.

And when I wouldn't, he arrested me.

So you talking to the police?

Look, how much is your bail, man?

It's two million.

Two fucking million dollars, Tri?

Where do you think I'm supposed to get

that type of money from?

Huh?

I don't fucking know, but figure it out, please.

I need you.

Get me out of here.

Look, I gotta go.

Get me out.

(phone clacks)

(people chattering)

(sighs) Fuck.

(cup clinks)

(Romelo slurps)

(cup clinks)

Hey.

(footsteps plodding)

(intriguing music)

Have a seat.

Boss.

Thank you for coming on such short notice.

(intriguing music continues)

Been hearing some very good things about you.

Mm.

The pleasure's all mine.

You know, I've been wanting to work with you guys

for a long time.

But now that Romelo and Missy are out of the picture,

we're gonna be looking for someone to replace them.

Is that something that you can handle?

Is a pink clitoris pork?

(Mack chuckles)

Of course, I can handle that.

I can handle whatever you give me and more.

Not so fast.

For you to work for us,

we need to know that we can trust you.

What you need me to do?

We need to have someone eliminated.

There's this guy, Patrick.

We believe he's been talking to the police.

He has a lot of information about us

that could put us away for a very long time.

And that's no good, amigo.

(pensive music)

You got all these killers around you.

You need me to do your dirty work?

It will be my honor to handle this for you.

Only thing I can't stand is a snitch.

(pensive music continues)

We'll have Patrick's information sent to you tonight.

We need this done sooner than later.

(pensive music continues)

Consider it done.

It's a pleasure.

(Mack sighs)

(pensive music continues)

Maria!

Maria!

Have you seen my cutter?

Um. I have not.

You wanted to see me?

Yeah, - I could go check

- the office for you. - No, no, no.

Don't worry about it. I want to talk to you anyway.

How you been doing?

I'm fine.

You know you can talk to me, right?

Hey. Duke was an asshole.

Okay?

What he was doing to you is wrong.

And I vow to never stand on the sidelines

and watch that happen to another woman, okay?

So we did what we had to do.

How do I start all over after that?

Easy.

You put one motherfuckin' foot in front of the other

and you keep it moving.

What you need is a good man.

That's what you need.

(Maria chuckles)

Yeah, I think I'm gonna stay single for a while

after that.

All right. Suit yourself.

But if you change your mind, I'm always here to help. Okay?

I know a lot of people.

Thank you.

I'm going to see if your cutter's in the office.

Yeah. Find it.

Okay, I'll wait.

(Missy sighs)

(keyboard clatters)

(door creaks) (mellow music)

(tuts) What's up, Mack?

Damn, you wake up late.

Mack? Uh.

I don't know anybody by the name of Mack, uh.

Let's cut the shit.

I just arrested your friend Trina.

Trina?

I don't know a Trina.

Wait, wait, wait.

You're the white boy that she went on a date with.

You're a cop?

Surprise, surprise.

Listen, I'm gonna give you the same deal I gave her.

Either you help me or I throw your ass in jail.

Look, I don't need no deal 'cause I ain't do shit.

Now, get the fuck off my property, you maggot.

(pensive music)

Don't leave town.

(birds chirping) (pensive music continues)

(metal door clacks)

[Jail Guard] Hey, you made bail.

Open cell D1!

(metal door clacks) (people chattering)

(pensive music)

I'm so happy to see you.

Bet you are.

How the fuck you end up in jail, man?

We'll talk about it later.

Please. Just get me as far away from here as possible.

All right.

(pensive music continues)

[Trina] You want a drink?

You know I want a damn drink.

Well, look, let's stop playing about it. We home now.

You gonna tell me what the fuck really happened?

There's this detective who's onto me and my partner,

and he wanted me to get some information

on you and your wife.

And when I refused to, he put me in jail.

On me and my wife?

So why the fuck you didn't say nothing to me about it?

I didn't know how.

I already done told you,

you could talk to me about anything, man.

We, we, we passed all that other little shit now.

I want you to leave your wife, Romelo.

(somber music)

You promised me and you would be together.

Look, Tri, I gotta keep it real.

It's not a good time for that.

Told you I'm out of the game.

I just spent a lot of money getting your ass out of jail.

So yeah, nah.

'Cause money gonna be tight.

I can't do it.

And there it is.

That good old manipulation.

I'm trying to fucking manipulate you?

I just spent $2 million getting your ass outta jail.

How the fuck I'm manipulating you?

Me and you can make money together.

You don't need your wife!

No.

Me and Missy in a good place right now.

I just can't pull this shit on her.

We good.

I tell this shit to her now,

it's gonna get bad for all of us,

but mainly, it's gonna be bad for your ass.

I bet you can't.

I'll make sure I get you all your money back.

Ts.

All right.

Where the hell are you gonna get a million dollars from?

Like your ass has got

a fucking million dollars laying around.

Come here!

(mellow music) (singer vocalizing)

Yeah, little fucker, huh? Huh?

What the fuck? What the fuck is this about?

The Alexandros want you dead, so nigga, you gone!

Wait, wait, wait, wait!

- We can work this out. - We can work this out?

- We can work this out! - We can work this out, huh?

- Huh? - Listen, listen.

I got money. I got a lot of money.

How much money you got, huh?

I got $50,000.

- $50,000? - 50,000.

Where's the $50,000?

Upstairs, in my bedroom.

- In the closet. In the closet. - Which bedroom?

- In the closet? - Yeah.

- Damn, man. - Come on, Patrick.

You should have said that earlier, man.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, brother.

- The fuck. - Sorry, black man. It's okay.

We good.

Come on, man. Relax.

We cool, man.

You said upstairs?

- Yeah. - Yeah, right, nigga.

(gunshot cracks) (bullet clinks)

(Patrick grunts) Yeah. Fighting.

You're not fighting. Yeah, I like that.

I like that. Yeah.

(Patrick grunts) (gunshot cracks)

(bullet clinks) (brooding music)

(Mack laughs)

Jackpot.

(Mack laughing)

Oh.

(brooding music continues)

(Mack laughing)

Okay. (Hands rubbing)

(Mack muttering)

(Mack laughs)

Okay, Patrick. Okay.

(brooding music continues)

Yo, Mr. Alexandro?

Yeah.

The job is done.

He tried to say he had some money but he lied.

All right.

Of course.

(Mack sighs and laughs)

Merry Christmas.

(metal clangs) (brooding music continues)

(birds chirping)

(footsteps plodding)

Wake your ass up! (Belt thuds)

- Fuck! Ah! - Get up, you nigga you!

What the fuck is wrong with you?

$2 million, Melo?

Two million fucking dollars! (Romelo stammering)

What did you do with the money?

- You hit me with the goddamn- - What did you do

with the fucking money? What did you do with it?

I just checked our account and the money is gone.

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah. No, baby.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah? - Gimme that goddamn belt.

Motherfucker. (Belt clatters)

I did it. All right?

I bust the move.

- I told you I was- - Melo, bust your ass!

- Stop. - I wanna bust

- your ass, Melo. - Calm the fuck down.

Please, man.

Oh my God.

I told you I was gonna be investing the money.

All right? I told you I was gonna flip it.

- You keep- - Two mil to three.

- Goddamn, girl. - You keep doing shit, Melo.

I'm your partner. I'm your wife.

Why don't I know about this shit?

You keep me in the dark.

I know, baby.

You're my partner, you're my wife.

- I know that. - Well, what the fuck?

Let me do what the fuck I gotta do.

Let me bust my motherfucking moves. All right?

Damn. You trust me, don't you?

No.

Yeah.

[Missy] I don't. I don't trust none of this shit!

This bitch. (Sighs)

(sighs) Whoop my ass.

(sighs) Hm crazy motherfucker.

(upbeat music)

(employee speaks in Spanish)

Do you have some good news for me?

No, but I'm having a hard time.

(Alexandro speaks Spanish) (hand slaps)

You have one job.

I want Romelo killed.

Senor Alexandro. (Speaks in foreign language)

You have one week to kill Romelo, or I kill you.

I'm having a hard time getting close to him.

Well, you have a week to figure it out!

Now, get the fuck outta my house!

(Alexandro spits)

(Alexandro speaking in Spanish)

(Red breathing heavily)

(knife clatters)

(person knocking on door)

Come in!

(door clacks)

(footsteps plodding)

What's up, Trin?

Hey, what's up?

You doing here? Cooking your shit menu?

Little something, something like that.

- Mm. - Hey, you pass me

- that drink for me? - Yeah.

Yo, where the you been, huh?

I've been trying to call your ass.

Mack, what the fuck?

Where the fuck you been, huh?

Look, I got a lot going on right now.

I just got outta jail.

Oh, you just got outta jail, huh?

- Yeah. - How'd that happen?

You know that white nigga you set me up with?

Turns out he's a cop.

What did you tell him?

I ain't tell him shit!

Then why the fuck you get out so fast, huh?

Romelo bailed me out.

(brooding music)

Fucking Romelo.

I told you about mixing business with pleasure.

Look, what me and Romelo do is personal.

You and me, this is business business.

And I'm in debt right now.

And I need to get to this money. So what you got for me?

(gun clacks)

All right.

I got this NFL nigga coming into town for one night.

He's looking to have some fun.

So I need you to reel him in,

and I'll take care of the rest.

All right, well, I ain't letting this nigga smash.

(scoffs) You gonna do whatever the fuck you need to do

to make sure this goes through.

That's why, that's why I hate when you fuck with Romelo!

You start getting moist and shit.

You start losing focus.

Get your head in the fucking game, girl!

And on top of all that,

I got in good with the Alexandros.

- The Alexandros? - Mm-hmm.

- How the hell you do that? - Don't even worry about that.

I got something big for us.

Can I trust you?

With your life, and you know that.

Can I trust you?

Nigga, I don't want no fucking drink.

Holler at me when the NFL nigga get in town.

And don't you ever try that shit again.

(footsteps plodding)

(Mack chuckling)

Yeah. Just like I told her.

(singer vocalizing) (mellow music)

Fuck.

(Romelo sighs) (footsteps plodding)

(Romelo hisses)

- (hand slaps) - Damn, old man.

Tired already? (Laughs)

I don't get tired.

I can't tell.

(Romelo laughs) Wanna get to it?

I'ma follow you.

(Red chuckles) Yeah.

? No one else ?

? And no better love for myself ?

? Oh ?

? No more fussing and fighting ?

? And slamming the doors goodnight ?

? You know that I try to love you ?

? But I would just make you cry, oh ?

? I ain't put nothing above you ?

? But there was a problem ?

? You switched up on me ?

? That was the problem, problem, ah ?

? You, you ?

- (Red chuckles) - You was moving though.

I was. I was trying to keep up with you.

Oh. (Red chuckles)

I, I see that.

(Romelo laughs)

(tuts) So.

What's a fine strong man like yourself do for fun?

Man, I'm so busy these damn days,

I don't even think I know how to have fun no more.

- Mm-hmm. - You know?

- Really? - Yeah.

Well, I'm gonna have to add some spark to your life.

Spark. (Chuckles)

(Red chuckles)

Yeah, I know you lying, man.

I don't even know your name, woman.

Oh. Everyone calls me Red.

- Red. - Nice to meet you.

(Romelo laughs)

Nice to meet you, Red.

Right.

Look, I'm gonna keep it cool, man.

'Cause I'm so busy,

I probably won't even be a good friend to you right now.

I'm just gonna keep shit real.

Oh.

Give me your phone.

- My phone? - Give me your phone.

What you gonna do with my phone?

I'm gonna show you.

There.

Now, you have my number.

And whenever you think of me,

(lips smack) call me.

I'll be waiting.

Yeah.

Damn.

(guest knocking on door)

(guest knocking on door)

What you doing here, Monique?

Hm, what, I need a reason to come visit my sister?

Last time I saw you,

you ran out the hospital like you was gonna kill somebody.

Everything good?

Everything is fine. Why are you here?

Look. I came over here to talk to you

about Mama and her new boyfriend.

I ain't fucking with him.

Monique, you can't control if Mama got a new man or not.

Shit, I'm happy for her.

No, you don't understand.

I think he's beating on Mama.

Have you seen him hit her?

No.

Did she say he was hitting on her?

No.

Okay, so what we talking about?

Look.

All I know is something ain't right about that motherfucker.

And every time I come around,

it's like (sighs) she be wanting to tell me something

but she's afraid.

Okay. So what do you want me to do?

(sighs) Just go over there when you get a chance

and check on her.

And tell me what you think about her new boyfriend.

Maybe you find out you hating on Mama

'cause she got a new, young tenderoni

and you still out here single.

Trina, I'm serious.

Go check on her, please.

(huffs) All right.

I got you.

Thank you.

[Trina] Mm-hmm.

(Romelo grunts)

(Romelo huffs)

The hell are you doing up here, man?

We need to talk.

Oh. Oh.

Maria, look. No.

'Cause if Missy catch you up here,

she's gonna fuck you up.

Who cares? She's out doing something nice for you.

No, no. I got too much shit going on right now.

I can't, I can't talk right now, Maria.

Well, we need to talk right now.

And I want you to lean on me.

(Romelo groans)

Oh. (Lips smooching)

Hey. (Romelo sighs)

(Romelo murmuring) (lips smooching)

(mellow music)

? I can't fight this feeling, feeling ?

You're so beautiful.

Thank you.

It's rare to find a woman who is beautiful and can cook.

I'm just so lucky.

Cooking was mandatory in my family.

Plus I like to cater to my men.

Men as in plural?

Yes, plural.

Is that a problem?

Actually, it is. I don't mess with whores.

Hm.

(tuts) Well, it's a good thing I'm not a whore.

So tell me a little about yourself.

I just so happened

to be in the business of robbing bitch ass niggers like you.

[NFL Player] You joking, right?

Does it look like I'm fucking joking?

(ominous music)

Yeah, I left the front door unlocked.

Just come on in.

[NFL Player] You know you'll never get.

Shut the fuck up!

(ominous music continues)

Good job.

You can get up outta here.

You thought you would get some ass tonight, huh?

- (Mack laughs) - What y'all want from me, man?

You dropped a touchdown pass two weeks ago.

That cost me $5,000 in the parlay.

Now, we gonna whoop your ass.

Don't you move. Sit your ass down.

(blows thudding) Fuck him.

Come here, bitch. Yeah.

Get his ass, yeah.

Yeah, fuck that nigga. Yeah, bitch.

Yeah, motherfucker.

Yeah.

Yeah, bitch, show us your bitch ass.

- Aah. - Huh? Huh?

- Punk ass nigga, huh? - Ah!

("Justify" by Echo LaRoux)

? I have a tendency ?

? To tend to see ?

? The cracks in the pavement ?

? Before I take a leap ?

? What could've been ?

? Or what might be ?

? Is stealing the present ?

? From right under me ?

? Round and around in a circle I go ?

? Justify, justify ?

? Can't help but justify ?

? My every move ?

? All the things that I think I'm suppose to do ?

? The gray between the lines, keeps me up at night ?

? But I tell myself all is well ?

? Just if I ?

? Just if I ?

? Ooh ?

? Just if I ?

? Oh oh oh ?

? Just if I ?

? Justify, justify ?

? Can't help but justify ?

? I do what it takes ?

? To not make mistakes ?

? Even when choosing the good from the great ?

? It's a heavy weight ?

? For heaven's sake ?

? Why can't I seem to give myself some grace ?

? Guess I'm only human ?

? Justify, justify ?

? Can't help but justify ?

? My every ?

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