- Go and lock the door. - [screaming]
- Mama, [screaming]
- MALE NARRATOR: Previously on, "Bruh."
- [screaming]
- You ain't never liked yoga.
- What happened to that nonsense y'all pulled last night, huh?
- Listen, we were horny.
- I'm out. - Leave.
- If we don't talk about this, bruh,
we're all gonna be in trouble.
- What do you need to tell me?
- I'd do anything to have you right now in this moment.
- ♪
- What do I say?
- Yeah, what do you say to me wanting you?
- Mike, I say that you're just trying to get back at Bill.
- Yeah, 'cuz that nigga don't deserve you.
- So, you think, I'm just gon' come up in your apartment,
and sleep with you?
- It's just sex. It's not like we in love.
- You--you don't see all the things that's wrong with that?
- I'm not gon' tell nobody.
- Ah! Okay, that makes it so much better.
- So much better.
- Yeah, you not gon' tell nobody, so...
- Cool! - Okay.
- Cool, so... - Right.
- So, we could-- - REGINA: Cool.
- You wanna do it?
- ♪
- Okay.
- Okay? No!
You stupid son of a bitch!
- My mother wouldn't appreciate that.
- [scoffs] The--
- Wait, you sure you don't want to just...
- Mike, no!
There is absolutely no way.
- As much as he was cheating on you
when y'all were to--together.
You know that time that he said he was with me,
he was actually with three girls, but--
- ♪
- Wow!
- MIKE: What?
- Wow!
- Wow is right.
- So, you really hate him that much?
- He fucked Pam.
- Okay, so you just trying to get me to get back at her?
- Yeah. - REGINA: Yeah.
They did not.
- I know they did, I have proof.
- ♪
- What proof?
- Don't worry about what proof I got--I got proof.
- Mike, you need to tell what you're talking about.
Now!
- ♪
- ♪ Navigating through this state of life ♪
♪ Tryna find me a shawty and make her mine ♪
♪ Now, I'll find one in no time ♪
♪ With the help of my homies
♪ I'm going up with my bruhs ♪
♪ The bruhs going up, we're going up ♪
♪ With my bruhs
♪ The bruhs going up, going up ♪
♪ Going up with my bruhs ♪
♪ Going up, going up with my bruhs ♪
♪ The bruhs
♪ Going up, going up with the bruhs ♪♪
- I was having her followed.
- What?
- I've had a private investigator watch Pam, and--
- That is ridiculous.
- MIKE: I just wanted to know what she was doing.
- Okay, okay, so what did he tell you, Mike?
- He said that Bill dropped Pam off.
- Mm-hmm. - And then he said
he later saw his car in front of her apartment all night
'til the next morning.
- Okay, so did he see him going in?
- No. No.
- Did he see him coming out?
- I think his shift ended, but--
- Okay, so he didn't-- he didn't?
- No. No, he did it, I know he did it.
I'm telling you.
So, what's up, we fucking or what?
- You know what? - [chuckling]
- You asshole.
- Alright, slapping me, good night.
- [scoffs] I'm out.
- Okay.
- Unbelievable
- ♪
- [slams door]
- ♪
♪ They state and tell me that I'm cocky ♪
♪ I tell them watch me
♪ I'm taking you out like a rocket ♪
♪ Who tryna block me
♪ I'm getting bread check the pockets ♪
♪ That's all that's positive
♪ I'm at the top, they know I got it ♪
- [knock at door]
- Go away!
- JOHN: Come on, Bill. - Yo', I ain't going, peace.
- JOHN: Bro, stop playing. [knocking at door]
- I ain't playing, go away.
- JOHN: Dude, open the door. - Go away, J.
- ♪
- Yeah. - What the hell?
- Nigga, we got the keys, we got the keys, nigga.
- Who doesn't have keys to my crib?
- Exactly.
- Man, yo-- - What's up?
- Nothing, man-- yo, I ain't going, bye, go.
- TOM: Come on. - Stop it, Bill,
you're going, alright?
- I ain't going nowhere. - Stop it, dude, you're going.
- You see I'm working,
I got better things to do, fellas.
- He hit me in my damn face, and I'm going.
- Well-- - So, you have to go, let's go.
- He should have hit your ass. - Why should he have hit me?
- [chuckling] I saw the video.
- How in the hell you see the video?
- Yo' mama must have posted it.
- This damn lady, boy.
- [chuckling]
- TOM: Yeah, she posted it, it's okay.
- It's alright, I knocked his ass out.
- Not as bad as he knocked your ass out.
- Shut the hell up, come on, man, we gotta go.
- Okay, okay, enough of the jokes.
Bill, you're going.
- No, don't y'all see a pattern with this dude?
- Actually, yeah, I do. - Yeah, it's toxic.
- It remind--it makes me think about that.
John, knock his ass out, we can drag him with us.
- Shit, let me go.
- I ain't Mike, I'll knock your ass out.
- Oh, you gon' show your height on me?
Oh, okay. [chuckling] - Yeah.
- I'ma let you live today. I'ma gon' let you--it's all good.
- Remember that. - Oh, yeah.
- Please, remember that.
- Okay, okay, just take it easy,
we gotta go, though, this is the bruhs.
- For real, let's do it. - I'm done.
I'm done with that dude. Goodbye.
- Nah, man. - Okay, Bill, you know, bruh,
we're just gonna go talk to him without you.
- Y'all do what y'all do. You know Mike is gon' be on that
same bullshit, he ain't talking about nothing.
- This is some bullshit. - You wouldn't know
'cuz you won't be there. - Say what you wanna say.
- I don't care, I don't wanna be there.
- Okay, fine then. - BILL: Peace.
- JOHN: We thought we was together.
Friendship is suppose to be together--
But, you wanna be do what you--
- Talk to that toxic little nigga.
- JOHN: Okay, alright.
- We're gonna talk to him, you should be in with us,
but, okay. - Yep, okay.
- TOM: Alright. - Peace.
- JOHN: Peace. - Can I get my key?
- No. - Wow, you ain't
gon' give me my key? - No.
- Nope. - That's foul.
- Hey, we still the Bruhs, are we not?
Are we not? Okay.
See you later, love you. Wouldn't wanna--
- [sighs]
- Actually.
- [phone ringing]
- NATALIE: Hello? - Hey.
- NATALIE: What?
- Can I, um--can I see you?
- NATALIE: Bill.
- No, seriously, I really, really wanna see you.
- NATALIE: I'm not--
- Can--please, Natalie, can you come through?
- NATALIE: Okay, okay fine. - Okay.
Thank you.
Oh, how y'all say that, "Namaste."
[chuckling]
I like that.
Fuck, Mike.
- ♪
- [knock at door]
- Who is it?
- REGINA: Regina.
- Ah, shit.
- Are you sure?
- Come in.
Yes, I'm sure.
- Pam keeps calling me and calling me,
and if she really did that, then--
- She really did it.
- Then I need the proof.
- Alright, what do you need? - I need a drink.
- I got that.
What else?
- I wanna talk to your guy.
- Alright, I can call him.
- Okay, go ahead.
- But I just talked to him.
He said he gon' give me the pictures that he took.
- Alright.
- I'm waiting for them.
- Cool.
- I should have them in my email any minute.
- ♪
- You wanna sit?
- Mike...
- Not on the sofa, just right here.
I'm not doing nothing, just...sit down.
- ♪
- Fine.
You need to know that I'm really pissed off at you.
- For what? - For what?
Trying to sleep with me.
- That? [scoffs]
- It's--it's something wrong with you.
It--mental-- something is off, Mike.
- I'm just Mike. Look--
- You guys make it so damn hard, like--
- What do we make hard?
- Everything.
You--it just being--being y'all, being a guy.
- Look, I'm not going to sit here,
and let you male bash me in my house.
- No, no, I'm not trying to male bash--
I'm not trying to male bash you,
I'm just trying to get you to listen for once.
- What the fuck you gonna tell me--
- REGINA: Okay. - That I haven't already heard?
- That is my cue--
[chuckles] I'm not--
You know what? - What?
- How 'bout you just email those to me, okay?
- Regina, I'm not emailing shit to you.
You wanna see 'em, you can sit right there,
and you can look at them. - Are you--Mike,
seriously? - Seriously.
- You are such a fucking lawyer.
- I'm a good lawyer. A good one, a damn good one.
- And a cocky one.
God!
Just wanna slap you.
- Don't--don't you put your hands on me again.
I already got hit by John, and--
- Yeah, I saw that. [laughing]
- MIKE: You saw that? - I did.
It was funny. [laughing]
- It was not funny. - You deserved it.
- No, I--I got his ass back.
- I saw that, too.
- MIKE: Yeah, you saw that shit, too?
- BOTH: [laughing]
- Let me guess, Ms. Alice. - Ms. Alice.
She posted it [laughing]. She post everything.
She is funny.
- Mm, you can say that. - REGINA: You know she is.
- She a freak, like a freak-- - That shit be funny.
- Yeah, it do be funny.
- That shit be funny, but you can't let her hear that.
If she hear you call her a freak--[laughing]
- MIKE: [laughing] You right. She got hands.
- Alright. - Hm?
- Let's just wait for this email to come through.
- ♪
- Okay. - REGINA: Okay.
- ♪
- Oh!
Oh, damn. - [phone ringing]
- What is it? - It's my mama calling.
- Answer it.
- No, I'm not answering that.
- Why wouldn't you answer it?
- [phone ringing] - [laughs] Because I don't
wanna hear all the bullshit my mama be talking about right now.
- Well, she's been calling you
ever since you stepped-stepped into the car with me, so...
- JOHN: Mm-hmm, I know. I'm not answering it.
- Answer it. Wasn't I just telling you,
you gotta appreciate your mom while she's here?
One day, you're gonna wish you could get that call.
So, answer it. - Well, that day is not today.
I'm not answering it. - [phone ringing]
- Well, at least turn off the ringer.
- Yeah, I can do that.
- TOM: She's blowing you up, man,
maybe it's important. - Nah, man,
I need to think about putting her in an old folks' home,
or something, bruh.
[laughing] Like we need to do something.
- ALICE: What the fuck?
- ♪
- ALICE: You sure did.
- [sighs] Hey, Ma.
- ALICE: Don't your little bitch ass "Hey, Ma" me.
- Wh--wh--what's up, Ma?
- And don't damn say, "What, Ma?"
like you disgusted with me.
- How may I help you?
- I need some tampons. - JOHN: Oh my god, Ma!
I been going--
you been making me get your stuff since I was a kid,
please, can you not get your own?
- ALICE: And?
Shit, I carried you for nine months.
- Ok--okay, Ma, fine, I'll get 'em.
- ALICE: You know, the one with the blue and yellow box.
- Yes, I've been getting since I was a kid, I know.
- And get me some condoms. - JOHN: Ma!
- You know, the large and the small.
Ain't nothing like having one of them damn things slip off.
- Oh my god! Ma, I--
- ALICE: And get me some of them little bitty balloons.
- Okay. Ma!
- ALICE: You know, they're smaller than condoms.
- Oof! - ALICE: And some batteries.
- Okay, Ma, that's fine.
- ALICE: Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
and I need some lube. - Wh--I'm not--
Ma, I'm not doing that now, that's too far.
- ALICE: I got to have the lube.
And shit, I'm getting older every day.
- Ma, I don't wanna hear that!
- You know, just--just-- pussy, pussy, pussy,
you know, I just need something for that.
- Ugh! - ALICE: Boy, it's the pussy.
- Ugh! Ma, stop talking to me about that, okay?
It's not okay for-- - To say pussy, pussy?
- JOHN: --for you to talk to me like that.
- Meow! Pussy!
- Oh!
- ♪
- [phone beeps]
- This lady is crazy.
- You sure your phone is hung up?
- Yes, it's hung up. - Hey is--Are you sure?
- Yes, Tom, I'm sure.
- Okay.
Hey, um, so your mom she still gets her, um--
- Hey! Eh, eh, don't--don't ask me no questions
about what she doing, okay? - No, I--I just wanna know,
like--like, she has her period still?
- Hey! I don't know what the fuck she has.
- I'm just saying. - Don't be asking me that.
- No, but, John, listen, like, medically, it's actually--
- Eh, I don't give-- - --super rare for--
- A fuck about medically, whatever you just said,
I don't care, okay? I don't wanna talk about that.
You a doctor, that's your stuff, I don't do that, okay?
Don't be asking me about her body.
I don't wanna know, I don't wanna think about it.
Don't even mention it. Shit. - Got it. Got it.
- What the f--what the fuck I'm suppose to know all that,
you ask-- - I--
- Don't--don't ever ask--
Don't say nothing about that with my mama, okay?
Thank you. Don't--don't say nothing.
- Okay, roger that.
- It's already enough that she talking--saying...shit.
Nobody wanna hear that, man. - Yep, well, it's okay.
We're going to Mike's, don't worry about it.
- I don't wanna go to Mike's.
I don't--I don't know why y'all even drag me this way.
- Well, it's the Bruhs, we gotta do it, alright?
- Yeah, I understand that. - Yes, thank you, man.
- It's not natural.
It's nothing natural about that nasty lady
talking to her child about any of those things,
it's nothing natural about that.
It's something sick about it, okay?
And there's nothing normal about that, okay?
- Well, you know, if she still has these functions,
No that's actually quite fascinating.
- "It's fascinating," you a white--
you are really white, bro. You probably 70% white.
Let's stop at the store up here, please, so I can get this.
- You sure you don't just wanna go after we're done with Mike?
- I don't wanna go afterward, let me get this lady stuff
so I can get it back to her, please.
- Okay. - Alright. Pull up right here.
Eh, um, can I ask your white side for a couple dollars?
I need to get this stuff for her.
I'ma--yeah.
- Yeah, I got you.
- Alright, my mama gon' pay your white side back.
Hey, you can pull up right here, I'ma just run in real quick.
- Alright, give me a minute, there's a car in front of me.
- A'ight, nigga, I can see the car, uh, you're off.
- ♪
- Alright. - A'ight, I'll be back.
- Hold on, how much you need?
- Oh yeah, I'm forgetting the money,
you're so white and on time.
Yes, I need how ever much you can give me.
- That's enough. - Thank you.
My mama gon' pay you back.
Let me just borrow this, too, just--ooh, thanks,
'preciate it. I'll pay you back.
You know I got it, you know what I'm saying?
- Try to hurry, okay? - Yeah, I got you.
- Thank you. - Alright. [grunting]
You got some more? Never mind.
- Hurry!
- [cell phone dings]
- Hello?
Hi, Deidre.
Deidre, I need you to slow down, please.
No, just--
can you tell me exactly what the doctor told you?
- ♪
- O--okay, um, who's there with you right now?
- ♪
- Yeah, I--I know, I've--um, I got busy with--with work,
and other...
Listen, listen, I promise you I'll be there tomorrow, okay?
[clears throat]
Yeah, I--I don't care if there's not a flight,
I'll drive all night if I have to.
Okay, I'll see you soon, bye.
- ♪
- Come on, John, fuck!
- [tires screeching]
- [knock at door]
- ♪
- Hey. - Hey.
- ♪
- So...
- ♪
- Thanks for coming.
- I don't think this is the best idea, but...
- [chuckles] That sounds like something you would say,
ain't that right, Flower Child? - Don't give me that bullshit.
- BILL: Man, you always been the good girl.
- Mm. Do not give me that bullshit.
- [chuckles] Okay. O--okay.
- So...what is it?
- Damn, I just, uh--I just wanted a little company.
- [chuckles] Hell nah. - BILL: What?
- We're not about to sit here,
and have a therapy session, are we?
- That's what it looks like to me.
- Oh! - BILL: Yeah.
- Really? - I mean, come on, you know
I need it, and since this-- - Oh.
- --is what you-- - Okay.
- BILL: Okay. - Cool.
I'll be billing you, though. - Cool, send it to my secretary.
- Perfect. - She'll send you an invoice.
- Come on, have a seat.
- BILL: Oh, right to business? - Right to business.
- BILL: Okay, okay.
Alright, right to business. - Right to business.
- Okay, hold on, let me get my--
how do you do it? Let me get my chakras in alignment.
Okay.
- I need to ask you something. - Mm-hmm.
Is this like therapy role play? Alright.
Tell me what it is, what do you wanna know?
- Tell me about your mother.
- Damn.
- What?
- Really?
Damn, I-- this is like--I don't, um--
I don't talk about her that much.
- Why?
- Because she, uh--she abandoned me when I was a kid.
I was raised by my grandmother.
- Does she not speak to you?
- Are we really doing this?
I was--I was just joking, I just wanted to see you.
- You asked me to come over and do what I do, right?
This is it.
- Okay.
- NATALIE: Okay.
How did that make you feel?
- Like shit.
She was there for my kindergarten graduation,
and she was there for my college.
- And she didn't speak to you?
- No, she remarried.
- Did that make you feel abandoned?
- Yes.
- And what else?
- Alone.
Scared like, um, like nobody, um, wanted me.
- Good.
- Nah, you know... it made me feel like shit,
I said that.
- "Like shit," is not an emotion.
How did that make you feel?
- Like I'm not-- like I'm a nobody.
Like nobody wanted me, and...
why are we talking about this?
- Because, Bill, you don't think it matters,
but we all arrived to this place in life from somewhere.
I choose men based off of my father.
And men choose women based off of their mothers,
and experiences of life they've been through, good and bad.
Every answer you're looking for is in your past.
I can take you through this, but it's gonna be painful.
It's gonna be a long journey.
Do you wanna go?
- Let's go, let's do it.
- NATALIE: Okay.
I'll come back to your mother 'cuz I know that's hard.
But tell me about your father.
- Well, uh, never met him.
I wouldn't know him if I saw him walking down the street.
- Okay.
- ♪
- Hey, what's going on, man?
Is everything okay?
- No, it's my mother.
- Is she not getting any better?
- I talked to my aunt,
and the doctor said her kidneys are failing.
- Oh no.
Organ failure, um, I'm-- you should--you should go.
- TOM: Yeah, yeah, I should've been gone, you know,
I'm--I'm--I'm here trying to keep by bruhs together,
and my mom needed me the whole time.
- What do you need me to do, man?
- Could you--um, could you go to the hospital,
talk to the administrator, Linda Hayes,
tell her what happened.
I'll talk to her sometime tomorrow.
- Okay, yeah, I'll--I'll go talk to her.
I can even see about filling in down there.
- Yeah, you know what, she'd appreciate that.
Linda really likes hiring young black male doctors,
so, um, just be careful for her, okay?
- Okay, good, look, don't worry about anything here, man,
just go take care of your mother, alright?
- Thanks, I--um, I can't lose her, man.
- I'll be there for you, man.
- Appreciate that.
- If you need anything, call me.
- ♪
- Take care of my bruhs, alright,
they're good dudes, man.
They need each other, but they just don't know it.
- Yeah, I got you, man. - TOM: Appreciate it.
- I got you.
- Eh, speaking of, I left John at Reeves, uh, Drugstore,
can you go get him for me?
- Yeah, yeah, it's no problem, yeah.
- Alright. - Listen, Tom, be safe, okay?
- I appreciate it, man. Take care of my bruhs.
- GREG: Yeah. - TOM: Alright.
- I'll try my best, man. - TOM: Thanks Greg.
- ♪
- Oh my goodness.
- [police sirens blaring]
- ♪
- Here it is, look, the email came through.
- ♪
- Look, that's his car right there.
- I mean, it looks like it. - Mm-hmm.
- Okay.
- ♪
- So, there's your proof.
- ♪
- Mike, did you read the email?
- I don't gotta read the email,
I'm looking at the pictures right there.
- Read it, attorney!
- ♪
- He said the license plate was different, he was wrong.
- ♪
- There you have it. - See. There you have it?
- MIKE: There you have it. - They didn't do anything.
- ♪
- Nigga, that's your Private eye that you hired.
Wrong!
- ♪
- Well, he still kissed her. - That's because I told her to.
- So, you into that ménage à trois shit?
- Nigga, no.
- Then why in the world would you do that?
- I'm just trying to get him to like, you know, like, just--
- To what? - Just to grow the fuck up.
All of y'all, just--
- MIKE: That don't make no sense to me.
So, you gon' have her kiss him for him to grow up?
- It's for him to make the decision
on what he really wants. For him to be faithful.
For the motherfucker to just grow up,
and say no sometime, like a man would.
- I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry, what'd you say?
- I'm sorry. - REGINA: Oh!
Is this Big Mike saying he's sorry?
- Yeah, this is Big Mike saying he's sorry.
- ♪
- Okay.
- You had a lot, you driving?
- Mike, I've had two glasses, I'm fine.
- MIKE: Okay. Good.
- REGINA: Okay. - Relax.
- Well, I'ma go.
But...
and thank you for saying you're sorry.
- Sure thing, and thanks for coming,
I'm glad nothing happened.
- Yeah, well, you know I wasn't gon' sleep with you, right?
- You thought I was gon' sleep with you?
- Nigga, what?
Yes. - Nah, nah, I wasn't gonna--
I wasn't gonna do it. - Yeah, okay, whatever.
- You saw it in my eyes, I couldn't do it.
- BOTH: [laughing] - I wasn't gonna do it.
- I saw a lot of stuff in your eyes that is--
- You not too bad of a girl, you know that?
- Oh, I know that.
- [laughing] Bill's lucky.
- Wait, say it again.
- I said, Bill is lucky.
- Mm, you should tell him that.
- I ain't talking to that nigga. Fuck that nigga.
But he's lucky.
- But just as you said, Bill is a lucky guy, so are you.
- You got to get out of here with that shit.
- [laughing] Okay, I'm just saying.
- I'm cool. [laughing] - I'm tryna be nice.
- ♪
- No, go on, did I interrupt something?
- ♪