- I need to talk to you. - About?
- About Bill.
I think there's some stuff you should know.
- MAN: Previously on "Bruh."
- Are you at Tom's too?
- Nah, I'm headed home.
You think you could meet me there?
- Yeah, I just don't think that's a good idea.
- Bill, I'm not talking to you.
- I'mma take your class anyways.
I'mma stand right here and get my chakras aligned.
Let me try sit downward twerking dog.
- Yo, nigga, I think you hit me. - What?
- MIKE: I was sitting at the bar, you came in,
you hit me.
I'm coming to whoop your ass.
- Damn.
- ♪ Can I just get away-ay
♪ At least try to surprise us, in case you're on the island ♪
♪ Run away
- [knocking]
- I'm sorry, you gotta come later.
I'm sorry, brother, the sandwiches--
[sighs]
- ♪
- Open the door.
- Huh, I can't--I can't hear you.
- Open the door! - Ah!
Okay, huh?
I couldn't hear you. - Open the door, bro!
- You gotta calm down, Mike.
- Bro, my jaw is hurting.
- Well, that's unfortunate. I'm sorry to hear that.
Maybe you should call Tom. - Open the door. Open the door.
- You gotta calm down first.
- I'm gonna whoop your ass.
- Why you going with the violence? We in Atlanta.
Martin Luther King, peace!
Peace be unto you. - You hit me first.
You hit me first.
- You scaring the white people, man.
They gonna-- Angry black man, it's okay.
I know him. It's an angry black man.
- Nobody in there, nigga.
- Okay, you scaring me, Mike. - Good.
You ain't seen scared, boy.
- Mike, okay, I'm sorry man. I'm sorry.
- So you admit it?
- Yes, I admit it.
- Okay, open the door. Let's talk about it man to man.
- We can't talk about it when one man is really upset.
We can't talk man to man 'cause you up here
and I'm down here. You know what I'm saying?
If you could come down, then we could meet each other
in the middle, then we could have a communication.
- Why'd you hit me?
Let's communicate. Why'd you hit me?
- Mike, 'cause you was--'cause you was out of control, man.
- I'm 'bout to show you out of control, man.
- Mike, calm down, Mike!
- I will break the glass. Open the door.
- Mike, you ain't gonna break this glass, man.
Stop playing.
- I'mma break the glass.
- I'm gonna fuck you up, you break this glass.
- You gonna fuck me up?
- Now that's not me, that's you and her.
Okay, okay.
Alright man.
Okay, yes I hit you bro.
But I had to, you were disrespecting the bartender,
man. You was, you was wildin', bro.
You was drunk, you was cussing,
you was acting a fool, bruh. I had to calm you down.
- So you did it out of love?
- Yes, I did it out of love, man.
'Cause you're my bruh, like that's what it is.
- Open the door, open the door.
- Mike, you--you--
Mike, you still ain't calmed down though.
- I'm cool. I'm calm.
- Well, if you wanna calm-- if you're saying to yourself--
no problem, thank you, it's nice.
Go ahead to work, have a good day.
I accept your apology.
- I wanna talk to you. I just--let's talk.
- Your thank yous. - Let's talk.
- Huh? Mike, I know this trick, man.
You know who my mama is, I know this trick.
Mike! - I'm not gonna hit you.
I'm not gonna hit you.
- Mike, calm down!
Mike, can you please go, Mike?
Mike, please, okay? - A'ight.
- Mike, I like your suit, I like your suit.
We don't wanna mess that up.
We want you to have a great day at work, okay?
- --mess up the suit. - You look really groomed.
You did good. Who's, who's-- I love you.
Hey, send me a letter. You ain't--
[sighs]
- ♪ Navigating through the state of life ♪
♪ Trying to find me a shorty and make her mine ♪
♪ Now I'll find one in no time ♪
♪ With the help from my homies ♪
♪ I'm going up with my bruhs ♪
♪ Going up, we're going up
- ♪ With my bruhs - ♪ Going up
- ♪ Going up, we're going up with bruhs ♪
♪ Going up, we're going up with bruhs ♪
♪ Going up, going up with the bruhs ♪♪
- Hey, Ma. - What?
- I need you to lock the door.
- Nigga, you supposed to be opening.
- Ma, I am opening, but I need to lock the door.
- With the damn door locked?
- There was a problem earlier, Ma,
I'll tell you about that later, okay?
- I don't give a shit what it is.
We need this damn money and you got the door locked.
- Ma, I need the door locked, okay?
- You lock that door, and I'm gonna lock my foot
in your ass like two dogs fucking.
- Ma, I gotta lock the door, okay?
- Don't lock that door, boy. - Ma, I gotta lock the door!
- What the hell wrong with you?
- Ma, I just need to lock the door!
I need to lock the door.
- The hell wrong with you, boy? - [screaming] Ma!
- Don't be bumping into me like that, you get popped.
- What? - Yeah.
- I'm gonna kill him.
- Ma, he called you a bitch. He called you a bitch.
- Oh he must have been talking about your bitch-ass daddy.
- Mike. Come on, man.
- I will kill you. You gotta die.
- Ma, help me. Help me, Ma!
- I am, I am, I am, I am. - Okay.
- Yeah, I'mma call my insurance company
and see how much my policy I have.
- Ma, no seriously! Come on, man.
- What the hell going on?
- John hit me. Your son sucker punched me.
- He did? - Yes. He knocked me out.
- John? - Yes, that nigga.
- This little bitch-ass nigga? - Ma, what?
- What? What the hell? Your hands softer than mine.
- Ma, come on with that.
- Hey, he got out of bed with a hard on this morning.
- Ma, why is that-- Why are you talking about that?
- I didn't know if it was a clit or a penis.
- Ma, first of all, it was cold!
It was a cold shower 'cause they cut off the hot water--
- I saw with my eyes.
- Ma, don't be talking about that!
- Y'all got a weird relationship.
- Ma, stop it. Man, shut up, man.
- Shut up, boy.
The hell going on?
- Man, come over here.
- Mike, I'm not coming over there man.
- Just let me hit you back, we'll be even.
- Nah, that's that bullshit.
Nah, you not gonna just hit me one time.
- Why you hit me, John?
- I told you, you was out of control, man.
- That's no reason to--
Don't try to get protection, nigga.
That's no reason to hit me.
- Why are you still upset, Mike?
- It's online, bro. - What?
- Yo, that chick at the bar posted it.
- I'mma take care of it. Damn, I'm sorry man.
- You call her and tell her to take it down.
- I will. - Better yet, go over there.
- Taken care of. - Taken care of?
Okay, 'cause If you don't, I will.
- Okay!
- I will sue the shit out of her and you.
- Mike, calm down, okay, man?
We bruhs, you ain't gotta go about no suing, man.
- I'm calm.
- Okay, you was outta control, man.
I was just trying to calm you down, man.
- Alright, what I need for you to do is come over here,
and let me hit you back. - Mike, come on with that, man.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey. Wait a second.
This is my son.
I'm not gonna let you just hit him.
- Right.
- Unless I record it. - Ma!
- I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready.
- No! - Yes, I'm recording it.
But first--but first, I got to watch him hit you.
- JOHN: Mike, disrespect her, Mike.
Mike, Mike.
- Oh shit, you knocked the shit out of him.
- I did, huh? - [chuckling]
Yeah, I taught you well, huh? Plant that foot.
- JOHN: Mike, Mike. - Nigga, come on.
- Come on, Mike. Ma! - Come on.
- Mike, come on, man.
- Let's do it. - No, man, come on, man.
I'm not-- - Go on, I'mma record it.
- Listen to your mama, nigga. Come on.
- We really gonna do this, man?
- We really about to do this.
- Oh shit.
He taking off his salmon suit for this shit.
- I ain't gonna fuck up my suit for John.
Can you hold this for me, please?
- I ain't holding shit.
- You hold it. - I'm not holding it!
- Nigga, hold my shit! Okay, hold my ring.
Hold my ring.
I'm trying to knock you out, I'm not trying to hurt you.
Come on, nigga, step up. - Mike.
Alright, man, I'mma let you hit me this one time
so we can squash this shit, man.
- MIKE: Let's do it.
- You see how delicate I'm laying your stuff down?
I'm laying it--I'm taking care of it.
- I appreciate it. - So the hit you gonna give me,
make sure you do the same. Give me the same courtesy, okay?
- I'mma take care of you. - Aight, I'm coming.
I'm walking. - MIKE: Come on.
Come on.
- Aight, wait, give me a moment. - You good?
- Yeah man, go on give me one hit, man.
- All I need is one hit. - One hit.
[screaming]
- Damn. You just knocked him the fuck out.
- Yes, I did.
- ALICE: I almost feel sorry for him.
- I don't. - Well, get him up.
- John, John.
- Is the nigga dead?
- Get up, John.
John. - Damn.
You gonna have to give him mouth to mouth,
'cause I sure ain't.
- John, get up.
- ALICE: Shit, move.
Get your ass up.
Get--get your ass up.
Get up.
- Ms. Alice, that's more abuse. Don't kick him.
- Nigga, you the one that just knocked him out
and you talking about me? - I'm just saying.
John!
- ALICE: Don't worry about it, I got something.
- Ms. Alice, what is that? - Smelling salt.
- Why is that in your purse?
- I like to be choked during sex and sometimes I don't come to.
So I put it in my purse so my man has it.
- Ms. Alice...
Look at you.
- ALICE: Yeah.
- MIKE: John!
- ALICE: Oh shit. Now--
- [screaming]
- John, John, John.
- ♪
- Get off me!
- Nigga, how you feeling? - I'm fucked up!
What you mean? You just hit me!
- We're even. - We ain't even, man!
I didn't hit you that fucking hard.
- Yes, you did! - No, I didn't.
- Yes, you did! How's your jaw feeling?
- It hurts. - We even.
- We ain't even. Little short-ass model.
Beat your ass, I'll beat your ass!
You be playing. Fuck!
- Forgot my ring.
- ♪
- I can't believe you let him hit you.
I mean, really?
- Are you serious?
- That was really sad.
- Ma, get out my face, okay?
- You just gonna let him walk up and punch your ass?
That's such a bitch move!
- Ma, my jaw hurts.
Please stop talking to me right now. I don't wanna talk.
- ♪ You that you with it, time is yet to show it ♪
♪ I can't keep surviving off the lies that you be feeding ♪
- BOTH: [laughing and indstinct chatter]
- What up, girl?! What's going on?
- Aw, damn. You let him in here?
- What? - Girl.
- What are you even doing? Why are you here?
- I'm just here taking a class.
- Is he stalking you? - That's it!
- He's stalking you. - No, no. SAP, SAP.
Slightly Aggressive Pursuit.
Lock it in. - That is slightly crazy.
- Yeah, just a little bit.
- Look, I just came here to take a yoga class. That's it.
- You ain't never liked yoga.
- Well, you know, maybe I'm trying to change.
- You don't even look flexible, boo.
- Natalie. - He say he wanna try. Girl.
- Alright, yo, y'all come up in here blowing the spot.
I'm just here trying to get my chocolates in align.
- Your chocolates? - It's not chocolates.
- At all. Not even close. - Chakras?
- BILL: Yeah. - Chocolates. Chakras.
- Chakras, that's what I meant.
No, I meant chakras. Chakras, the--[hums]
- Chakras. - Yeah, yeah.
- We're not talking about chalk. - Can you?
- Girl, I tried to get him to leave.
- I don't, I don't want you here.
- I tried. Okay? - Look--
- You heard her, Bill.
Listen, we're in yoga but I can fight you right now.
What's up? - Pop off, Pam. Chill.
- Can you go, can you just go?
- Look, I just came in to take a class, okay?
That's all I wanna do, alright?
So can I just do that? Is that okay with you?
- You're not gonna be in the back watching us do this.
- Okay, okay, okay.
- First off, wouldn't wanna look at you.
Um, so where would you like me?
- Right here, front and center. - Good!
I love that idea so you can be objectified
like the rest of us.
- Woah, woah, woah. - Set up your mat.
- You're breaking up my whole bubble space.
- Set up your mat.
- Don't interfere with my zen space
'cause that's what I think you're doing right now.
So give me a few feet back.
Is this a good spot? Is this okay?
- In the front.
- And stop blocking my light.
- Okay, how do I know what the front is
if nobody's in here?
- That was shade. That was shade.
- BILL: It wasn't shade, it wasn't.
- Regina, I got your mat. Here it is.
Let's just go ahead and start.
- Hey, can we--can we go somewhere and talk?
- You're talking now.
- What happened to that nonsense y'all pulled last night?
- Listen, we were horny.
It's not like y'all men don't do it.
- Oh, so you went to go see Mike?
- Of course I did.
He was my first choice, but he wasn't my only.
- BOTH: [laughing]
- [laughing]
- Bill, you gotta go. You--you--you gotta go.
- This is exactly what y'all men do to us though.
It's the same thing.
- So, how long y'all gonna keep playing these games, huh?
- Oh, games. You definitely can't say--
Did he just say games? - He did.
- You can't be serious right now.
You play all of the games.
- Ain't that the truth. - All of the games.
Him and Mike. - Literally.
- Ain't that the truth. - They're the kings of games.
- [humming]
You know what, I'm done, alright.
I don't need this shit. I'm out.
- Good 'cause I don't either. - You know what?
Where's my key? Where's my key? - We got what we wanted.
- What?
- Where's my keys? - Your key, huh?
- BILL: Yeah. - It's on the dresser already.
- BILL: Good, thank you. - Thank you.
- Bye.
- I guess you got the message, huh?
- Looks like we both got the message.
- Looks like we both didn't 'cause you're still here.
- Ain't nobody looking at you, Bill.
I'm about to start my class right now.
Natalie, if you wanna get this going.
'Cause I did not expect to see that.
- I'm gonna get some sage because that energy
is not what I'm talking about.
Let me go get sage. - Yeah, burn that.
- ♪
- Yo, what the--
- What's up?
- Oh, he got you, didn't he? - Mm-hmm.
- Yup, yup, let me check you out.
Alright.
Here, sit up straight for a second.
Does it hurt when I touch you there?
- No.
- Okay, can you turn your head right and left?
- What the hell that got to do with my mouth?
- Make sure you don't got a neck injury.
Does that hurt? - No, it don't.
- Open your mouth. Open your mouth.
- Hey man, what's that? You ain't putting that in my mouth.
Where your gloves and stuff, man?
- You want me to put gloves on? - Yeah.
- I'm not touching your mouth. I'm putting these in there.
- You ain't putting nothing in my mouth, man.
I don't play that, no.
Nigga, put the wood down and check my jaw now.
- Alright, John, you wanna be difficult?
Open your mouth.
- I don't even like that. Alright.
- Move your hands.
Alright, now close it but keep your lips open.
- How do you do that?
So say, "Smile", nigga.
- I don't think anything's broken.
- Well, it hurt like hell.
- Okay, well, I'll get you something for the pain.
No problem.
- Hey, and bring me some of that good shit, okay?
I don't want none of that, that off-brand shit.
- Don't you worry. I got you.
- Hey, can give me something for--
- Hey, Ms. Alice. - Hey.
- What's happening? How you doing?
Good to have you here. So what are you doing here?
- Well, somebody had to drive him down here.
- Ah true, Mr. no car.
- [chuckling]
Oh, you should have seen him.
Oh yeah, you should have seen him.
Oh, he hit him like bam, bam.
- Ma, Ma, this is not-- Why are you sitting here--
- He knocked your ass out. [chuckling]
I was laughing hard just like I'm laughing now.
- Okay, Ma. - Hey, you want to see it, Tom?
- How am I gonna see it? - Ma, are you serious?!
- I posted it. [chuckling]
- Wow, and you titled it, "My son gets knocked
the fuck out?" - Ma, Ma!
- Uh-huh, I got it on the Gram.
- Ma, can you wait in the waiting room, please?
- I want to talk to Tom.
- Well, Tom is examining me. This is my doctor time.
Ain't it like some clause to make other people
not be here. - I believe the word is HIPAA.
But technically you're not my patient right now.
- So what the hell am I?
- What do you need, Ms. Alice, tell me?
- Yeah well, since he wanted me gone,
I need you to watch his-- take a look at his penis.
- Oh, okay. - Ma, please stop saying that!
Ain't nothing wrong with me! Please!
- Let him look at it.
- I'm not letting him look at nothing!
Please with that!
Can you please go?!
- I think you should have a professional look at it.
- Ma. - It's really small.
- Ma!
- You think you can put it on like a stretch, you know--
- Excuse me, Mama, can you go?! Can you go? Thank you.
- 'Cause we're talking about two clits together.
That ain't gonna work.
- Not funny. - That's not funny.
- It's not funny at all. - Well some people it work.
But it ain't gonna work for you. - Ma, this is my time.
- Fine, fine! - Thank you.
- So, do something to help him.
Don't let him come out the same way he came in.
It's just--it's so little.
You gonna be okay, son.
He'll help your jaw and your penis.
Bye, Tom. - Bye, Ms. Alice.
Good to see you again. Great to have you.
Alright, darling.
- [mumbling]
- Yeah, yeah, you're mom is really something.
I mean, did you want me to actually check--
- No! Are you serious?! - I don't know.
- Don't--don't play with me, man.
- Okay, sure.
I mean, it's just that she kept saying that it was--
- Tom!
I don't wanna talk about that. I'm good down there, bro.
Okay? I'm good.
Don't talk--don't even mention it again.
- You're good.
- I got stuff down there is what I'm trying to say.
I'm alright, okay?
Everybody satisfied that I, you know--
I don't wanna talk about it. - Good, good.
It's just a little weird that she kept bringing it--
- Why in the hell do you keep bringing it up?
I don't-- Nothing at all.
No more about it, please. - Okay.
- I'm in here in pain, y'all just sitting here--
What the-- - It's none of my business.
It's not my business. Forget it.
- I gotta move out of that damn place, man.
- Yes, that is a great idea. I can't argue with that there.
- Okay. - Alright.
- Am I done now?
- Hold on, let me get you a script.
- Give me the script? - Prescription.
- Oh, y'all call it that? That's what y'all call it?
- That's what we call it. - Well, thank you.
- You know, we like to abbreviate things sometimes.
- Oh, you think you cool, huh? You so proud of yourself.
- Well. - Hey, bro, hey, uh...
could you tell my Mama I left?
- No, no, no, you ain't doing that.
No, no, no, no, no.
- What you mean, "No, no, no?" - You can't leave her here.
- I'm a grown-ass man, I can leave who I wanna leave.
- No, no, you know how she is with all the doctors.
Come on, John. It's not cool.
- Fine man, damn. - Thank you. Here.
You take this.
Alright, and look.
We're going to Mike's tonight. 7 p.m.
- Nigga, I am sitting here because of Mike
and you think I'm going to go to his house?
- Yeah. - Hell no, I'm not doing that.
- John, John, just hear me out. - No, no way.
- Hear me out. - Look at me, look at me
go like that, hell, hell no. I'm not going.
- Okay.
- I am sitting here with my jaw hurting.
- And you're hurting your jaw right now.
Stop talking so much. Just listen to me, hear me out.
If we don't talk about this, bro,
we're all gonna be in trouble.
Okay, you're going, I'm picking you up.
Alright, it's not a problem. We're gonna talk it through.
We gotta get the bruhs back together.
- Alright.
- Always.
Nah, nah, come on, bro. - Fine.
- Alright, I'll pick you up tonight.
You need anything else? - No, I'm good.
- You good? - Yeah.
- You sure you don't want me to check the--
- No!
- I'm just--I'm just playing. - Stop playing with--
- I just--I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- This better be some strong stuff.
How much this prescription gonna cost?
- You have insurance?
- You know I ain't got no damn insurance.
- TOM: [laughing]
- How much? - About 60, 70 bucks.
- What the generic cost? - TOM: That's the generic.
- That's--that's the generic!
You ain't got nothing else?
Just give me some fucking crack.
Like, what do you want me to do?
I can get crack for less than that!
And that'll take the pain right away.
Keep this prescription! I'm not gonna fucking pay that!
- ♪
- Go find some meth, that's what I'm gonna do.
- ♪
- [phone dinging]
- Bill. - BILL: Yeah?
- Hey, man. - What's up?
- We're going to Mike's tonight.
- I ain't going. - Yes you are.
- Why would I do that?
- Because we need to talk to him.
- Does he know we're coming?
- Look. He hit John.
- What?! - Yeah.
- [laughing]
Hold up, hold up, hold up. You got to be kidding me.
- Just check Ms. Alice's Qwikgram page.
You'll see it. - Shit.
Hold up, she posted it?
- TOM: Yes.
- Yo, that old lady is treacherous.
- Yeah, yeah, she sure is.
But I still ain't going.
- Hey look, we're going over there at 7, okay? Just come.
We need to talk this through like we always have.
BILL: Nah man, I'm not doing that.
- You're going. I'mma come get you.
- No, I ain't going.
- Bro, I'm telling you--
- Look, I gotta get back to work, alright?
Peace. - TOM: Bill, Bill...
Bill, hello?
- ♪
- Hi. - Hi.
- Thanks for coming.
- I don't know why I came.
- I want to talk to you about Bill, like I said.
You want some wine? - I don't.
- Why are you being so uptight?
- I'm not being uptight.
I just want to know what you want.
- I think that you should know who your man is,
that's it.
- Okay.
- Alright, so I'm gonna get us some wine.
- Mike, I'm not drinking any wine.
I'm gonna get some wine.
You go ahead, I have an appointment.
- Where the fuck you going? - Excuse me?
- I'm sorry. Sorry.
- Mike, what is is that you want?
- ♪
- I think Bill is not man enough for you.
- You don't say?
- I do say.
- And tell me, Mike, who is man enough for me?
- Somebody who...sees your beauty.
Someone who admires you, who sees how special you are.
- Who?
- There's a lot of men out there like that.
- Yeah, I know that. Just not around here.
- I wouldn't be so sure.
- Okay, okay, Mike, so tell me who this man is.
Who is this?
- I've always liked you.
- No, you don't. - I do.
What, you don't believe me?
- I don't.
- Okay, got it. Heard.
- Okay, so...
what do you need to tell me?
- I just told you.
I want you.
I want you right now.
- ♪
- I would do anything to have you right now
in this moment. What do you say?
- ♪