- So, you kissed the woman that I love.
- MALE: Previously on "Bruh."
- Okay, you know what, look-- - Get out.
- Relax, man. - Get out! Get out.
- He makes me crazy.
- Yeah, that's Mike. That's who he is.
- But I love him. - We do too.
- I'm done with Bill's bitch ass.
I'm done with you. The bruhs are over.
- Mike.
- We're bruhs. We can always talk.
- Not about this.
- Okay, Mike, don't go into all that.
- No, I can't stand that bitch bro.
- Just stop it, please. - I swear to God.
- PAM: No, no, no, no. - Mike, we're talking--
- Go ahead. - You too, Tom?
- Listen. I only--what are you doing?
- ♪
- Say what you have to say about the hoes.
- Okay, Pamela, what exactly are you doing right now?
- Say what you have to say.
- ♪
- [chuckles] - Say what you have to say.
- You-- - What?
I'm the whore and the slut now? - Yes, you are.
- Oh no. - Look at you.
- Look at me? - Yes.
- Don't you dare talk to me like that.
- You're saying that when you're here in a robe in his house.
- Pamela, come on. - Oh, Tom, it was so good.
- Stop it. - What?
You're so much better than him.
- You know nothing happened.
- Well, I don't know what you call it,
but I mean you were hitting all the right spots.
- Stop it. Just stop it.
Don't you dare do any of this.
Okay. - Let her talk.
- Oh, I couldn't say anything earlier, babe, I had a mouthful.
A real mouth-- - No, no, no, Mike, Mike.
Just take it easy. Take it easy.
- What are you gonna do, Tom? What are you gonna do?
- You guys wanna play this game? - I'm not playing any game.
- Oh, no, no, no, well, I am. - I bet you are.
- Oh, I am. - Just back, back up.
- Don't put your fucking hand in my face.
- Pamela, Pamela. Stop it.
Take the robe off. Go.
- Come on. I'm waiting for you.
- No, Pamela. - Come on.
- Pamela. - Let's finish.
- Don't do this. - Let's finish.
- Stop it. - You know what, see, this--
- What are you gonna do? - Get this bitch away from me.
Get this bitch. - Oh I got your bitch.
I got your bitch, baby. Come on.
- I'm not--I'm not trying to go to jail right now.
- Oh, you're not trying to go to jail.
What are you gonna do? What are you gonna do?
- BILL: What the hell's going on? What the hell's going on?
- Hey! - Yo, chill.
- MIKE: Fuck you. - Who are you?
- What's going on? - This bitch.
- Oh, call me another bitch. - Hey, hey, hey.
- Back up. - What is going on, man?
- You better get this bitch. I swear to God.
- [indistinct yelling]
What are you gonna do? - I'm done, I'm done.
- What are you gonna do, Mike?
- I'm done, I'm done. - Mike, calm down.
- Hey, what the fuck is wrong with you?
- [indistinct yelling]
- Let him go. Let him go.
- Wow. - Yeah, let the real bitch go.
- Let him go. - Calm down, Pam.
- Damn, y'all. - What the--
- Just stop.
- Somebody tell me what's going on.
- ♪ Navigatin' through the state of life ♪
♪ Trying to find me a shawty
♪ And make her mine
♪ Now, I'll find one in no time ♪
♪ With the help of my homies
♪ I'm growing up with my bruhs
♪ My bruhs
♪ We're growing up, growing up
♪ With my bruhs
♪ We're growing up, growing up with bruhs ♪
♪ Growing up, we're growing, we're growing up with bruhs ♪
♪ Growing up, growing up with the bruhs ♪♪
- ♪
- Pamela.
- What?
- Why did you do that?
- Because I was in the bathroom
and I heard him talking all of that shit.
I mean, this is crazy. You guys are fucking crazy.
- Well, you really shouldn't have taken--
- How am I fucking crazy? - I don't even have--exactly.
- What you doing, like wardrobe change?
What are we doing? Modeling?
- No, because--listen. I was in the bathroom.
I heard him talking all that shit.
I put on the robe. I come out here.
You're not saying anything. You're not standing up for me.
You knew exactly what was happening.
- Standing up for you?
- I don't even know why you guys are here.
- We don't know why you're here. Shit.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait. - I mean, Bill--
- So, you come out the bathroom and what?
Why, why are you here? What?
I'm so confused. - Okay, Pamela, listen.
She heard Mike calling her a slut,
thinking that she had sex with Bill.
- So, I put on the robe to piss him off.
- Why would you--why would you do that to a short nigga?
Like, you know they crazy.
Like, he already got a short man complex.
And then you go act like you sleeping with his taller friend.
- Well?
- If he thinks that I would be screwing his friends,
anyone of you, then he literally does not know me.
- Well, well. - Well what?
- Well, they're taller than him.
- Well. - What?
- You did kiss me. - Oh my God.
Where the hell is Regina? Where's Regina?
- Hold up, wait. Regina's coming here now?
- Oh, yeah. She's gonna be here.
- Why?
- 'Cause you told Tom that you didn't think
I was talking to anybody on the phone, so.
- Well, if it quacks like a duck.
- Go ahead, Bill. - Yeah, go on.
- It's out in the open. Tell her.
Go ahead. - I didn't.
- Alright, well, when she gets here
she can tell you the truth. - So, Regina's coming?
- Why--why the hell would she do that, huh?
- You really have to ask that after you told her you loved her
and then you ended up in the damn room with Natalie?
- Well, I mean. - Nothing.
You all need to grow the fuck up.
All of you. You all need to grow the fuck up.
All we're trying to do is love you
and all you motherfuckers keep doing--
- Nobody's trying to love me.
I don't know what the hell is going on.
I'm grown. - You know what--
Hey, listen. - JOHN: What the fuck?
- Shut up. - Everybody calm down please.
Do you want a drink?
Can we have a drink or something?
- I brought some beers but y'all need something harder.
Y'all need some crack. Fuck.
Pam, Pam, I ain't gonna keep taking
and everybody gonna keep fucking pushing me like my momma. Okay.
- Stop it. Who are you calling now?
- Regina. - REGINA: Hello.
- Hey girl.
Where are you? - Hey, I'm close.
- PAM: Can you hurry up? - Are you okay?
- PAM: No.
- Okay, I'm speeding. - [phone beeping]
- This is Regina.
- MIKE: Hey, it's Mike. - Mike.
- Yeah, can I see you?
- I'm--what?
- MIKE: Can you come to my place?
- Okay, what is this about?
- I just need to talk to you.
- REGINA: About?
- About Bill.
I think there's some stuff you should know.
- Are you serious? - MIKE: Yeah.
- Are you at Tom's too? - No, I'm headed home.
You think you could meet me there before you go?
- REGINA: Yeah, I don't know about that--
- It won't take long.
- Yeah, I just don't think that's a good idea.
- MIKE: Alright, well, what about afterwards?
- Yeah, Mike, that-- - MIKE: Please.
- Alright, how 'bout I call you when I leave Tom's?
- Alright, you do that. - Okay, I will.
What the hell?
- ♪
- I'm--I'm sorry.
Can somebody just tell me what's going on?
Like, this is a lot. I don't know how we got here. Can you--
- Yeah, and why were you wearing his robe?
- As I said, she heard him saying she was a slut.
Saying that she'd slept.
- So, I put on the robe to piss him off.
- And we need to grow up.
- You're always acting like this is high school.
- Why are you still talking?
- And especially because you told me
a couple hours ago, you loved him.
- Especially because he was saying all of those things, Tom.
- Well, maybe you two just need to let this whole thing go.
- Yeah, I don't really, like,
be saying people should let stuff go--
- Okay, yeah, no. I think so too.
- Okay. I was just gonna say that maybe you should take space
because, you know, when you go to counseling--
- Just stop. - My bad. Alright.
- Look, Tom. Tom.
I'm sorry.
- It's okay. He'll calm down.
- Yep. I got you.
Will he though? You know how Mike can be, man.
He get crazy. He get jealous.
- Yep. - And wanting revenge.
- Well, he's never going to do anything to you.
- Uh, I know that. - Not like--not bad.
- It just means that he's gonna try to get even somehow.
- What does that even mean?
- Sometimes, that boy's hell bent on revenge.
- Yeah, then sometimes it end up hurting him at the end but--
- You know are we in fucking high school?
- Well, sometimes, you know-- - No.
- --'cause sometimes I like to play.
- No, no, this is just bullshit. - [knocking at door]
- Oh, look perfect.
- She just--she just gonna answer people's door?
- That's what she does. - Tom, you gonna--
- Hey. - Hi.
- Oh no, not every brotha say hello at once.
- Hey, Regina. My bad.
There's just a lot going on.
- Bill, is there something you want to ask Regina?
- JOHN: Remember earlier. - I'm listening?
- 'Cause earlier he was-- - Nope, I'm good.
- Are you kidding me? - Um-hmm.
- You are such a coward.
Tell her what you said to Tom and John.
- Old Pop-Off Pam here tried to kiss me.
- Yep. That's what he said. - [laughs]
- I knew that. - You--you did?
- Yeah, I did.
I told her to do it. - What?
- Just to see if you would go for her.
You know. - JOHN: Why would you--
- Okay, so now, who's in high school?
- I know, look. - That part, right?
- I know it was childish.
- JOHN: Very childish. - And I regret it.
- Yeah, you think? - I damn sure do.
'Cause I'm not into you. I'm not interested in you.
- Same. - I'm not attracted to you.
- Drink to that. - None of that.
I'm in love with your fucked up friend
and I don't even want to be that, so.
- There's a lot of energy--
- Yeah, I'm sorry about that, okay?
- Girl, this is crazy. - I know where is he?
- No, he left pissed off. - Oh, that explains it.
- Excuse me. Explains what?
- Mind your business. - Mind your--why are you?
- No, don't come up here blowing up the spot.
- Why do you even care? - No, don't do that, no.
- I'm not. I'm gonna go.
- What? - No, no, we're both gonna go.
I don't even know where my-- let me try to find my shoes.
- I just wanted to share something with y'all.
Like, if we could talk-- - John.
- Yeah. - Please.
- John, no one needs to hear that.
Let me just grab my shoes, girl. - Yes, please.
We're gonna go and leave you guys to your--whatever this is.
- PAM: Bullshit. - Bullshit.
- We gonna leave you to your bullshit.
- Y'all, what the-- - Leave these to their--
- I don't have no bullshit. I just wanna know what's going on.
- No, what y'all did is bullshit.
That's what that is. - What?
- Bye, Pop-Off Pam. - Bye.
- Pop off. - Bye.
- Leave her alone. - Bye.
- [indistinct chatter]
- JOHN: This is real dysfunctional.
- This is ridiculous. - Y'all have a good day.
- Okay, let me grab my phone. - Yeah, please do.
- Is this your phone? - This is my phone.
Thank you, John. - BILL: There you go.
Thank you. - Suck a dick.
- Wow. - PAM: Seriously though.
- Wow. - No, wait.
I heard--I heard you do. - You suck Mike's.
- PAM: I heard you do. - You suck Mike's.
- Wow. What the hell? - Ta-ta!
- So, yeah that-- that went--that went well.
- Oh, you think? - You know like, yeah, like--
You know if you was thinking like if you know--
'cause I been going to counseling--
- Yo' what did she-- what did she mean by that?
- Mean by what?
- "Oh, oh, that's what that's about."
- I don't know. - Oh, look, Mike.
- What?
- Y'all remember that-- y'all remember that shit
he pulled back in freshman year?
- Man, he wouldn't do that, man.
He wouldn't do that. - Nah.
- We too grown for that now. - No, he would.
- TOM: No. - He would. No, no.
Remember he told that girl all the shit
we were talking about her just to get back at us.
- Yeah, but that's-- that's a long time ago.
- JOHN: Yeah, man. - Nah, I bet he did it.
- Well, listen. Does he even have her number?
Regina's? - Yep.
- That would be fucked up. - Yeah.
- I bet he's doing some bullshit like that right now.
- Well.
- You know what, I'm gonna go home.
- Hey look. Real quick. Real quick before you go.
I know you have a lot going on and it seem like your girl--
Mike girl--it's just a whole bunch of stuff going on.
I'm still confused trying to put it all together.
You think you could drop me off on your way wherever you going?
I know you got a lot going on. If that's cool.
- Yeah, I mean, you roll with me, man.
I could--I could use a friend. - Okay, cool.
'Cause I don't know if you wanted to--
- No, I got you. - Thank you.
- Yeah, I know you ain't got no car.
- I don't have a car.
I got a bus pass but that's all good.
- Come on. - Hey, bro.
I like your outfit too.
I see y'all changing it up at the doctor's office.
- Yep. Alright, see you guys.
What the fuck?
- ♪
- Hey, you okay?
- I'm good, and I'd like another one, please.
- Well, you've already had a lot.
- Don't you work here?
- Yes, you can clearly see that.
- Then you can clearly see that I'm the customer.
- Okay, but you understand that I do have the right
to cut you off?
- Can we not do this bullshit today, please?
- Look, you're about to get-- - It's been a long day.
Just go back there and get me another one.
Please. Please.
- This is your last one. - Thank you.
Thank you. - Yeah.
- Appreciate it. You look nice.
- ♪
♪
- Who you had in this car? - Don't worry about that boy.
- [phone ringing] - See, damn.
- Who's that?
- Littia, the girl I was telling you about.
- Oh the bartender.
- Yeah, I told you I leave her my phone.
- Alright. You gonna answer it?
- Yeah, shut up.
- Alright, you gonna need a phone in a second, boy.
- Shut up, dude. Hello.
- Hey.
- JOHN: I was hoping you would call.
- Yeah, well I did. - [laughs]
- So, what's up?
- So, the short guy that was with you guys the other night,
is that your friend? - JOHN: Yeah, yeah it is.
- Yeah well, he's in here getting shitfaced.
- JOHN: Damn.
- Yeah, so, you may wanna come and get him.
- Okay, for sure, I'm gonna come.
- LITTIA: Alright. - Thank you so much.
- LITTIA: Okay. - Alright, see you in a bit.
- What was that about? - Damn boy.
That's Mike. He at the bar.
- Oh, he getting lit. - You already know.
- Let's go get that boy. - Yeah, let's do it.
But you gotta let me talk to him, so.
- Why? You know you don't know how to talk.
- You know he--I don't know how to talk?
- Well, not about like sensitive stuff.
- Mike is pissed off at you. He gonna beat yo' ass.
So, I'm trying to save you. So, chill out.
- Alright. Boy, you don't know how to talk.
You talk like your momma.
"Well, goddamn boy, I'll kill you."
- That's a fucked up, impression of her.
- [laughs] My bad, my bad. - [laughs]
- ♪ Oh, and I guess what I'm trying to say ♪
♪ Is that I miss you in a long way ♪
♪ And you never really let me get close to you ♪
♪ I don't think I ever met one like you ♪
♪ That's right, I just
- Hey.
- Hey, he's over there. - Oh okay.
Thank you so much. I appreciate that.
- Yeah, bye.
- You--you okay?
- Why didn't you call me? - What you mean?
- You said you were glad I called you.
But why didn't you call me?
- Okay, I was going to.
- Yeah, I wanna hear this bullshit.
- No, it ain't no-- it's not even bullshit.
Look, you are fine.
You're very beautiful. - Thank you.
- Like for real, you like up there.
Um, the truth is,
I know you get ballers all up in here
trying to get at you and I'm just not on that level.
- So, you're judging me off that?
- No, I'm not trying to judge you.
It's just that--okay, I don't know how to say this.
But I don't got no damn money. Okay?
Like, my credit's fucked up.
I'm just gonna be honest with you.
I live with my momma.
So, you just look like you-- you know what I'm saying, like.
- And?
- What you mean? - And?
- That's means 'cause I don't got no money,
I ain't gonna be able to take you out on a date--
- John. - --to get you dinner.
- I don't mind paying.
- You don't mind paying? - No.
- That sound like my momma. - What?
- Nothing, thinking about something.
- Look, you don't have to take me out to some fancy place.
You can just take me where you can.
- And you'd be cool with that? - Yeah, but you have to try.
- Respect. Okay.
- Yeah. - I could do that.
- Good.
So, you let me know when and I'll be there.
- For real?
- Uh-huh. - Really?
[unintelligible] Michael. Little Michael.
- I do. - Okay, cool.
And you'd be cool with that. So, all I just told you.
Okay. - It's all good, baby.
- Alright.
- But for now, you should go take care of your friend.
- Oh, yeah. I'm gonna get over there.
Thank you for calling me too. - Alright.
- Don't make me wait too long.
- I won't. Alright.
- ♪
- Mike, Mike. Come on.
I'm taking you home, bruh. Come on.
- No, I don't want to talk to you.
- Mike, listen, you not at home, man, come on.
It's time to go. - You're so loud and obnoxious.
- Mike, you're drunk.
- I said, I don't want to talk to you.
- Mike, it's me, okay. It's me.
- I know it's you. I--I see you.
- Mike, I'm here to help you. - What's that supposed to mean?
- I'm here to help you.
- Good old John, always here to help.
- Yes I--yes, I am here to help. - Yeah, whatever.
- Come on, I'm gonna drive you home, okay?
- I'm not going home. - Yes, you.
- Yo, you know what she did to me?
- I do know what she did to you, Mike.
- That's fucked up, bruh. That's that bullshit.
- It is.
- Why are women--why are y'all so hard to understand, man?
- Mike. - I'm a good dude.
I'm a--I'm a good man. - You are.
You are a good man. You are a stand-up guy.
- Don't patronize me, John. - Okay.
Mike, to be honest, you're an asshole.
Like, you know, but some people are into that.
You know what I mean? So, I love you.
- I don't want yo' love, nigga. - Mike, come on.
Get your feet down of the people's furniture and let's go.
- Stop, stop, no.
- Mike, I'm gonna drive you home.
Let's go. - I'm not going home.
I can drive my damn self. - Mike, no, you can't, man.
You'll lose your license and your job.
Come on. - Um, guys.
You really need to leave. We're closing.
- Look at you. - Thank you.
- Her? You like her?
- Mike, let's go. - She a bitch though.
- Mike. - She a bitch.
- Mike, Mike. - Don't look at me like that.
- Mike, apologize. Come on, bro. Apologize.
- Hey, bro. - Apologize.
- I'm not apologizing. - I'm so sorry.
- I'm not apologizing. - Apologize, Mike.
No, you don't call no girl-- you don't do that.
- You heard me. - Don't call her no bitch.
Apologize. - I'm not apologizing.
- Mike, apologize. - I'm not apologizing.
- It's, look, it's--it's fine. - No, it's not.
- It's fine. - It's not okay.
- It's fine. - No, it's not fine, Mike.
I'm so sorry. Mike, you apologize.
Mike! Mike, apologize. - You trying to get this--
Mike! Mike, it ain't about that. - You're gonna get mad--
- Mike, you disrespected her. Mike. Mike!
- Damn. - I'm sorry.
- Get your ass up. - You hit him?
- This thing's heavy as hell.
[indistinct mumbling]
Thank you. Thank you.
- You got him? - Yeah, yeah.
- You look like you're struggling.
- No, I'm good. I'mma call you, okay?
- Oh, oh, okay. - Okay.
- I mean you really hit him. - Yeah, he alright.
Oh, shi--we good.
So, I'm gonna call you. We do this all the time.
- What the hell? - Oh shit.
- MIKE: I kissed you on the cheek.
- Shut up. He drunk.
I got him. - We ain't got no security.
- Don't trip. We got him.
Don't worry about it. I got him.
Alright, I'm gonna see you later.
- Okay. - JOHN: Okay,
let me get this door. - Call me.
- JOHN: Could you get the door for me?
- Um. - JOHN: That'll help.
- Oh okay. - Thanks. Just get the door.
Oh it comes out. Okay, that's different.
- Yeah. - Oh.
- You hit his head. - You okay? Oh shit.
- You didn't pay the bill again.
These niggas, damn.
He deserved that shit.
- ♪