- I want to make love to you.
- How do I know that once we do, you won't just up and leave?
- We should go back to your spot. It'll be nice to meet her.
- You wanna meet my mama? - Yes, I do.
- Who says I'm not pregnant?
- You may have started menopause.
- What the hell? I'm not old!
- ♪
- You change like the wind, Mike.
- I have a cocaine problem. - What?
Hmm, what?
- Yeah.
I tried to keep it from the guys, but,
I'm addicted to it.
I need to get some help.
Say something. That was hard for me to say.
- How long?
- It's gotten worse over the last three years.
- Is that the only drug?
- Sometimes I do heroin.
- Mike.
- Yeah, that's why I'm out of my mind sometimes.
- Do you want help?
- Yeah.
- Hey.
Do you really want help?
- Yes.
- I'm just shocked I didn't spot it.
- I know, I'm good at--
- Covering. I see.
- MIKE: Yeah.
What do I do?
- I don't know.
I have a friend that went to rehab, um--
- No.
- PAMELA: Just listen. - I'm not going to rehab.
- PAMELA: No, just listen. - I'm not going to rehab.
- PAMELA: Listen, it was outpatient,
and she's doing really well.
Come here. She's doing really well.
- If my job finds out, I'm--
- No, I know, I get that, but, hey, let's just,
no, let's just call her. We'll just call her.
- No, you call her. - Okay, no, I'll call her.
Hey, but you can listen?
- I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
- Listen, let's just get you some help,
and then you can worry about being sorry.
- You know I love you so much. I'm sorry.
- Mike. - I'm sorry.
- Please, Mike. - MIKE: I'm sorry, forgive me.
- Okay, I hear you. - MIKE: Forgive me, please.
- Let's just get you some help. - Tell me you forgive me.
- I forgive you.
I do.
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- MALE SINGER: ♪ Navigating through this dating life ♪
♪ Tryin' 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 going up with my bruhs ♪
♪ 'Cause we're going up, we're going up ♪
♪ Me and my bruhs
♪ Going up, going up, going up, with the bruhs ♪
♪ Going up
♪ Going up, going up, going up, with the bruhs ♪
♪ Ooh, whoa, I'm going up with the bruhs ♪
- ♪
- That was good. - Yes, it was.
- It wasn't bad for vegan linguine.
Sometimes they have, like, this, like, really weird
cheese sauce on it. But it's good.
- Well, it looks terrible, but I'm glad you enjoyed it.
- DARLA: Okay, thank you, I would appreciate you
not insulting my meal!
- I'm just sayin'.
- Oh, it's late.
I should probably leave.
- Oh, wait, don't go.
- Look, Greg, I--
- You what? - I have to.
- Why?
- Because if I stay, I'm gonna do something
I don't wanna do, so...
- Sounds like it's all the more reason for you to stay.
- Sounds like more reasons for you to try and get me to stay.
- Okay.
What do I have to do...
To get you...
To stay?
- [Darla moaning]
Um, there's, um, there's nothing that you can, um,
that you can do.
- Really?
- Yeah, I'm...
I'm sorry.
- It's okay.
I'm sorry, it's...
It's just been a long time since I've been this excited
about a beautiful woman.
- Really?
- Yeah, like, me and my wife,
we didn't even sleep in the same bedroom, you know?
- DARLA: You never told me about your wife.
- Oh, I don't really want...
I don't really want to talk about that.
- Why not? I would love to hear about your wife.
- No, trust me, you don't.
It's, it's ugly.
It's, you know, it's personal.
- Okay, well, I guess you have the right to remain silent.
But I really think I'm gonna get going.
- You're really gonna leave?
- Yes.
- Okay.
- And there's nothing you can do to stop me.
- That's fine.
I wouldn't want to stop you, okay?
I want you to want to be with me.
- Right, and you know, I'm pretty good at jiu-jitsu.
- I see that!
You being out there on the front lines like that.
- DARLA: Yeah. All right, so I'm gonna say good night.
- [giggling] Good night! Um-- - Good night.
- Yes, I will, uh, I will see you tomorrow.
- Movie?
- Uh, okay, I can do that.
- I'll text you in the morning.
- Okay, all right, good night.
- GREG: Good night.
Although yours is gonna be much better than mine.
- And what makes you say that?
- Well-- - DARLA: Greg, don't...
Don't think I don't want to.
I want to.
I have not been fucked since quarantine.
I'm sorry, did I just say that?
I've had too much to drink.
Um, I'm, good night. - GREG: [laughing] Okay.
- I will see you later. Good night.
- [laughing] Good night.
- DARLA: Ooh!
Whoo!
- [door shutting]
- ♪
- JOHN: Here it is.
- Wow.
- Told you.
So, uh, cool, you done seen the place, so let's--
- No. It's exactly what I thought it would be.
- Yeah.
So, you asked to see my place?
This is my place.
Now we can go to your house.
- No, I got four roommates.
- You got four roommates?
- Is that judgment?
- I'm not judging you, I'm-- - Okay.
- I didn't know you had four. Like, one, two, three, four?
- Yeah, uno, dos, quatro, ocho,
so we definitely not going to my spot.
- All right, cool.
- You got something I can drink?
- Um, yeah, somewhere.
I can get you something.
Oh, the drinks over there.
- I see it right here.
Ooh, this is it.
- JOHN: No, oh, no, the drinks is usually...
No, that's my mama's right there.
- Ooh, that's that good shit!
- JOHN: Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's my mama drink, so,
I'll just find you something else.
- Okay, well, where she at?
- Yeah, she's probably sleeping.
It's pretty late.
- No, I wasn't.
- Hey, ma.
- Who is this? - Hi, I'm Littia.
- JOHN: Yeah. - I don't really give a damn.
- Ma-- - But you gon' put my shit down.
- My bad. - She didn't know, ma.
- And you gon' bring her in here
like a damn rescue cat?
- JOHN: Ma, come on with that, okay? This...
Ma, please, could you go to bed?
- I like her! She is funny! - Bitch, you don't know me.
- JOHN: Ma! - Ooh, and she feisty, too!
- ALICE: Oh, she trying to get killed!
- JOHN: Ma, see, see, look, good night, thank you, I'm--
- Get her ass outta here. - JOHN: Ma, no, no.
- Well, take her to the part you pay rent on.
- Ma. - Like that damn refrigerator.
That's the biggest square foot that you get.
This motherfucker pay the rent
then borrow the money back from me.
- Ma, please, good night, okay?
I pay rent on all this house.
Please go to bed.
- Not in the last six months.
- Oh!
- So, technically, I should evict your ass.
- Ma, please.
- No, no, no, I'm already upset!
Shit, I don't get no period no more!
- What? Ma, that's not important to us.
I'm sorry, but I don't wanna hear that.
- And I thought I was pregnant.
- What, how would you... Ma, you can't get pregnant.
- Well, I'm just getting old.
- JOHN: Ma, you been old.
You been old, ma.
- But they ain't gonna want me no more.
- Who ain't gonna want you?
Ma, good night, please. Good night.
- And then you bring this hussy in here.
- Ma, come on with that.
- Yeah. Shit, I used to be young like that and tight.
Yeah, tight like that.
Mine was real. That's fake shit.
- JOHN: Ma, it is real.
- ALICE: It ain't real. - No, it's real,
but you still look really good to me.
- You a lesbian?
- No.
- 'Cause I don't do women.
- JOHN: Ma, she's not a lesbian.
She's giving you a compliment, okay?
- I think you are so beautiful.
- Oh, shit.
[laughing]
I like her!
- Oh, now you like her? - Yeah.
Well, y'all go on and talk. - Okay.
- And, uh, John, let her drink my drink.
I don't know what the fuck you doing with him,
but it's nice to meet you.
- Thank you, ma.
Have a good night.
- I will.
- Ma, you still standing there. Good night.
- I know. - JOHN: Wait, you just said,
you know, "Have a good night"--
- Girl, let me save you a lot of time.
I hate when this shit happen.
- Mama.
- You invest all this time. - LITTIA: Yeah.
- ALICE: Getting dressed up. - Yeah.
- ALICE: Put on your best shoes. Motherfucker got a little dick.
- Oh, no.
- ALICE: I'm just trying to tell you,
that's a little dick right there.
- JOHN: Ma, forget what I'm talking about.
Just good night, okay, thank you, thank you.
- Don't be pushing me.
- Nobody pushing you, good night, ma!
You said good night, you said--
- It was nice meeting you, hon.
- JOHN: Ma, you just said it was nice meeting you! Good night!
- Nice to meet you too!
- The fuck you keep putting me in a damn circle for, bih?
- Ma, you just said good night. - You put your hands on me--
- JOHN: Okay, mama, I'm not trying to put my hands on you.
Can you go to bed, please? - I'm going!
But I can hear every fucking thing in here,
so if you're thinking about fucking,
I'm gon' hear it.
Of course, I won't,
but she ain't gonna be making no noise.
Good night.
- So, um, hm, yeah, that was my mama.
Uh, weird as hell.
All the stuff she was saying, though, it ain't--
- She's cute!
- Yeah, cute and crazy, yes.
She keeps her axe and pistol by her door and--
- What?
- Why is that right there?
- LITTIA: [laughing] Is this you?
- Yes, that's me.
- What grade is this?
- Sixth grade. - LITTIA: Damn.
- Okay, I know. I grew into my face, though.
- Mm, not really, but...
- [John laughing]
- You should see my sixth-grade picture. It's crazy.
- Well, pull it out. You saw mine!
- LITTIA: Mm, no.
- If you gon' see mine, then you gotta show me yours.
Come on.
- Okay, fine, but first, you gotta pour me a drink.
- JOHN: You bet. All right, scoot over, I got you.
Mm.
- ALICE: Hey! Don't give her too much!
That shit strong!
- Damn, these walls are thin.
Good night, ma!
Good night!
- ALICE: I know these walls are thin.
- Okay, thanks for sharing again.
Good night.
[sighing] Okay, here you go.
I'm sorry, that was before you.
- It's okay. - Um--
- Don't pour too much, 'cause you know I'm on that bike.
- JOHN: Hey, if it's too much, you could stay here.
- LITTIA: Mm, no, I already told you.
- Listen, I know what you said.
If you stay, you can stay in my room.
I stay on the couch.
- Okay. - All right?
- But you know, I don't know you like that.
- You don't know me like that yet.
- Yet?
- I don't mean like that.
I mean, you feel comfortable.
You're at my house, you met my mom, crazy and all.
You know, you in good hands.
- I guess you right.
So you gonna pour you some or what?
- I'ma pour it up.
- Pour it up, pour it up!
- BOTH: Pour it up, pour it up, hey, hey, hey!
- Let's get it! - Oh, okay.
- Go crazy.
- ALICE: Hey! Shut the fuck up out there!
- I'm glad.
- What'd she say?
- Um, they can see you tomorrow, so...
- Okay.
- Why didn't you tell me?
- Listen, I couldn't even tell myself.
Pam, don't be mad.
- I'm not mad at you.
It's just a lot, you know?
- Yeah.
- And I'm not gonna carry this by myself.
- What are you talking about? I'm the one with the problem.
- Okay, you need to tell your boys.
- No, I'm not doing that.
- Mike, you need to tell them.
- No. They look up to me.
- No, they don't. - Yes, they do.
- Look...
If you don't tell them, um, I can't help you.
It's not gonna work.
- Why do they need to know?
- Because they love you.
- Shit. - They do.
- If you say so.
- And they're gonna help you stay on the path to being clean.
- Can we just try it with your girl first
before we go down that route?
- No.
- Why?
- Because you're with them all the time.
You drink with them.
- I don't have a problem with drinking.
- Do you hear yourself?
- What?
- Mike, you need to tell them.
I can't watch you all the time.
- I don't need to be watched.
- Okay, all right.
So I guess you're just gonna make this harder
than it has to be.
- I'm the one with the problem.
- All right, Mike, well, you're gonna have a few problems
if you don't tell them.
- Can I try it on my own first?
- I don't like that.
- I know you don't like that, but let me just try.
- Okay, you know what, fine, but I know it's not gonna work.
- How do you know it's not gonna work?
- Because you need people in the fight with you.
- Okay, well, just give me the first 30 days.
Hey.
Pam.
30 days.
Try it on my own, and then if that doesn't work,
I'll tell them.
- How will they know? No, how will they know?
- What do you mean? What are you talking about?
- Mike, you've been hiding this shit right in their face.
How will they know?
- You're asking weird questions.
- All right, I see you don't want to talk about it.
- I'm just tired.
It's late, I'm tired. We can just--
- Okay. - I just want to go to bed.
Let's just go to bed.
- All right. - Where are you going?
- I'm gonna go home.
- No, Pam, Pam, Pam, Pam, Pam, Pam, don't go home.
- Let go. - I need you tonight.
- Mike-- - Please? Please?
Please, I need you.
Please.
Please stay.
- Fine.
- Please stay.
I'll get help.
- ♪
- John? - Oh, ooh!
Make my spirit hot.
- Why are you here?
- This where I live.
This where I am.
- No, I mean, financially.
Why are you living here like this?
- I don't know how to tell you this,
but I was in jail for a while.
- I know.
- What you mean, you know?
- I looked you up.
- You looked me up?
- Yeah,
and I read the story.
- I didn't touch the girl.
I promise you I didn't touch that girl.
- I didn't think you did.
- Really?
- Yeah.
'Cause I've been watching you.
- That's interesting.
Most people believe what they read.
- No, I like to believe what I feel.
- That's a good thing to have.
- Uh-huh, and I plan on keeping it.
- I think you should.
- Ooh! [clearing throat]
It's a little hot!
- Whoo!
[laughing] You so stupid!
- Yeah, um... - I'll just have a little drink.
- Yeah, me too.
Um, no, but seriously,
I'm really sorry that happened to you.
- I appreciate that. Thank you.
Thank you.
- And you're not bitter?
- I can't be.
Somebody lie on you, you just gotta get over it
and try to make the best of it, you know what I mean?
Like, move on with your life.
As far as getting a good job, forget about that.
- [Littia scoffing] - Outta here.
- Yeah. - Oh, felony?
Mm, can't get it, but, you know?
I'ma keep pushing, you know what I mean?
- Yeah, I understand that.
- What about you? You been in jail?
You really understand that and I appreciate that.
You just going on. You real understanding.
- I mean, you know-- - You been in jail?
- Yeah, for murder.
- You so stupid!
For murder.
- Yeah.
- [sighing] You so silly.
- You okay? - No, I'm good. You silly.
Oh, shoot, you strong.
I'm good, thanks, I appreciate it.
Ooh!
So, seriously, what'd you go to jail for?
- For murder. I killed my ex.
- Ooh, this Cognac.
- It's good!
You okay? - Yeah, I'm good.
So, um, so, what happened?
Like, you really killed him?
Like, what happened?
Like, for real, or are you just joking,
like, you killed him in a video game?
- I don't play video games.
- Oh, like real life?
- Yeah. - Oh.
- He cheated on me, so I stabbed him in the jugular.
- You stabbed him in the what?
- Yeah, you know, I just stabbed him right there.
- What the, oh--
Just your acting, your acting, acting is brilliant.
I wasn't expecting.
- So I guess I can be a tiny bit possessive.
- Hmm, just a little bit?
- Yeah, just a little bit. - Just a little bit?
- LITTIA: Yeah.
- So that's crazy. Well, I'm sorry that happened.
- Yeah, so that's why I be like, let's take our time.
- Girl, you are brilliant.
I agree, take your time, and so slow, go slow.
You know, so slow to where you going backwards.
You feel me?
- You're so funny!
- Ah, you so crazy. - Yeah.
- Yeah, but no, take our time, totally understand that.
- Well, I guess speaking of time, it is getting late.
- Yeah, you gotta go.
Um, these your keys.
I had held them earlier. - No, no--
- Here go your keys.
- You said I could stay here.
- I didn't know you was gonna really stay.
I thought you was saying time to go.
You don't wanna go? - No, no, I've been drinking.
I'm on that bike. - I can get you a Uber--
- It's okay. Which way is your bedroom?
- So you gonna stay for real? Cool, no worries, I got you.
Um, I'll just walk you to the room.
- No, I got it. Just tell me which way.
That way? - No, it's that way.
- There? Okay. Good night.
- [John chuckling] - What?
- I'ma give you a hug. Like, regular hug.
- No, no, I wanna, come here.
- Okay.
- Don't try to sneak in your room, either.
- I won't. You won't have to worry about it. Thank you.
- I like your beard. - Thank you.
[laughing]
- ♪
- What?
- Ooh, mmm. - [Regina moaning]
- Second time tonight. - [Regina giggling]
I know. Mmm.
- BILL: Yeah, you missed me. - Okay.
- What, I'm-- - REGINA: All right.
- I'm just saying. Like, I got you.
- Will you stop? - BILL: What?
- Gosh, 'cause you don't deserve it.
- I will, though.
- REGINA: You better.
- [Bill yawning] It's getting late.
- I wanna talk. - Damn!
- REGINA: What?
- Regina-- - See? See?
I knew you was gonna do that.
I knew you was gonna get finished,
you wanna roll over and just go right to sleep.
- 'Cause I knew you was gonna wanna talk!
- Okay, so?
What's wrong with talking?
- Look, look, I...
We can talk.
I don't wanna hear nothing else other than you can't wait to see
how happy I make you.
- Mmm, okay, that's cute.
But I wanna say a little more than that.
- Okay, well, let me go first, so I was--
- REGINA: Wait a minute. Wait, why you get to go first?
- BILL: 'Cause it's my place.
- Oh, that's what we doing? That's what--
- BILL: Oh, no, that's a old habit.
- It's your place? - I meant our place.
- Yours? Really? - Okay, I'm done. You go ahead.
- I can talk? - Please.
- I have the floor? - Always.
- Thank you. - Okay.
So, I wanna be married.
- I know.
That's why I just gave you that ring, so--
- No, like, like now.
- Baby, I know.
- I don't think you get what I'm trying to say.
- I do.
- Bill, you sure you wanna get married?
- Yeah. Okay, we can get married soon.
- Okay, 'cause I'm not about to be engaged
for, like, five years and--
- Oh, okay, it's not gonna be five years,
but we'll get married soon.
- Okay, so when's soon?
- Okay, well, this time next year is a good time--
- Uh, I'm not about to go through
what I just went through, Bill.
- Okay, all right, cool, so,
when would you like to be married?
- Um, I'm thinking tomorrow.
- Hmm?
- REGINA: Yeah, like, I just wanna go to
the Justice of Peace and just get married.
- ♪
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- Yeah? Yeah? - Yeah.
Yeah? - Oh, yeah.
- So we're getting married tomorrow?
- Yeah, tomorrow.
- REGINA: Oh my god, and then we can talk about kids--
- Whoa, kids?
- REGINA: At the end of the year!
Oh my god, I have to call my mom.
Oh my gosh. Oh my god! We're getting married tomorrow.
- Tomorrow.
- REGINA: Tears, and we'll be married tomorrow!
[Regina squealing]
[Regina laughing]
Oh, I love you.
- Yeah, I love you so much more.
- I'll be married tomorrow.
- Tomorrow.
- Yay.
- ♪