Pay the Lady (2023) Movie Script
(film reels ticking)
(slow ominous music)
(water spraying)
(mischievous music)
(water splashing)
(ominous music continues)
(glass clinking)
- Good morning, baby.
- How was your swim?
- Perfect.
You want breakfast?
- After...
- Got it transferred, we good?
- Yeah, man, the account's
been going smooth.
You know, business is booming, so we good.
- They know I don't fuck around.
- Oh, they know your name, so they know.
- Don't trip boss. They
gonna come correct.
- What you think Caesar?
- I think they'll dude what's expected.
- They better.
I make the trip, I expect
to return pockets full.
- (snickering) Shit... briefcase full.
Am I right?
- Hell yeah.
- Come on.
(chuckling)
(gentle music)
- Excuse me?
- We're busy, baby.
- I just wanted to remind
you, today's our anniversary,
and you did promise.
- Don't worry.
I didn't forget.
- Also our reservation's at five and-
- And what's that supposed to mean?
- Nothing.
Forget it. Sorry, interrupted.
- Stop!
Answer the question.
We have a dinner reservation at five?
That's what she said, right?
- That's what she said.
- Yeah, I heard her.
- What's that supposed to mean, Star?
- Brooklyn, baby, I didn't mean anything.
- Really?
Because it sounded to me
like you were rushing me.
- Fine.
If you wanna spend our
anniversary with your boys
instead all of this. (laughing)
(intense music)
(sharp smacking)
- Oh...
- You got something else smart to say?
(footsteps departing)
(Brooklyn sighing)
- Can you believe that, bitch?
- Woof.
- Yeah.
- I give her everything, she gimme lip.
(snickering)
- (lips smacking) This is good.
- Damn good, ain't it?
(men laughing)
(emotional music)
(sniffling)
- Enough of this shit.
(distant barking)
(floor softly creaking)
(soft music)
(soft music continues)
(gun cocking)
(soft music continues)
- Why are you up?
- I was looking for my earplugs.
You were snoring again.
- Well, go back to sleep.
(soft music)
(birds chirping)
(keyboard clacking)
(knocking)
- What's up?
- I'm gonna go hang with Pam.
- Pam, she the one I don't like?
- You don't like any of my friends.
- That's true.
- Anyways, I'll be back in a few.
- Hey wait...
I'll be done soon, so, if
you wanna go shopping later,
we can do that.
- Nah, I'm good. Plus I
promised Pam already, so...
- You know I didn't mean it right.
You know how I get, baby.
I'm sorry.
You forgive me?
- Don't I always?
- Come here.
I really am sorry.
And I really need to
know that you forgive me.
I don't want to lose you.
So do you forgive me? Really?
- I do.
Really.
- That's my baby.
Here, get yourself something really nice.
Punish me for being an asshole.
- If you insist.
- Hey, that card is unlimited,
so don't go too crazy, okay?
Star?
(gentle music)
(change clanging)
- Hey there, pretty lady.
Normally I'd ask for a
dollar, but how about 10?
I mean, clearly you are an African queen.
(Star laughing)
Wakanda forever.
- Okay.
You know what...
Here, use it wisely.
- God bless you, sister. Thank you.
- Did you just give that bum $20?
- He was sweet.
- Bums aren't sweet, they stink.
- Can I get you anything?
- Yes, I'll take an iced
tea with that extra sugar.
- [Waitress] Got it.
- Four bags... uh-oh.
What'd he do this time?
You see, I told you he wouldn't stop.
- Oh, he's gonna stop.
In fact, Brooklyn will
never touch me again.
- You gonna hire a hit man?
- I'm leaving his ass.
- Leaving Brooklyn? (chuckling)
- That's what I said.
- You're right, he won't touch
you again, he'll bury you.
Brooklyn will never let
you leave him, never.
- I have a plan.
- Oh my God, you used
to say that all the time
in high school and it always
led to trouble, uh-uh.
- And you're gonna help me.
- Oh, no way. I like living, mhm.
No way am I getting
between you and Brooklyn.
I like living.
- He's never gonna know you were involved.
- Damn right, because
I'm not gonna be involved
and neither are you?
Can we change the subject now?
- Did you get your girl something?
- Pam...
- What?
- There's money in it for you, girl.
Like, a lot of money.
- How much?
- $100,000.
- Shit!
- Shh, shh.
- Girl, where are you going
to get that kind of cash?
Brooklyn is mining a Bitcoin.
Every single day he's on his
computer doing Bitcoin crap.
Don't ask me what, but what I do know is
he has over $2 million worth.
- And how do you know that?
- Usually when I'm in his
computer he turns the screen off,
but sometimes he leaves it on.
- Okay, but I'm Have
you seen his password?
'Cause without that you got nothin'.
- That's where you come in.
- Isn't one of your
sugar daddies a hacker?
- Ah, I get it.
You want me to get my tech daddy
to hack into Brooklyn's shit.
- Exactly.
- Huh?
- Brooklyn and I are supposed
to go outta town this weekend,
but I'll come up with an
excuse to stay behind,
and then you, you're
little trick come over,
he does his hacking thing,
transfers all the money to
an account that I control.
- Hmm.
- And then I disappear forever.
I always wanted to go to New York.
- Not bad.
You know, with 2 million dollars,
I think you really could just disappear.
But... you're forgetting
one's really important thing.
- What?
- Girl, slide me $200,000.
- Girl?
- Huh?
- I said a hundred thousand.
- Fine, since we're BFFs... I'll take 150.
(Star laughing)
- You know what?
- Huh?
- Deal.
(giggling)
First up, talk to your hacka friend,
see if my plan is even impossible.
And if it is, offer him
$100,000 to help us.
- Hold up, uh...
You gonna offer him the
same amount you offer me?
- Girl, just do it.
And do it fast.
- Watch me work.
- 'Cause I know you working,
I know you be working.
(both laughing)
- Thank you.
- And a cheers to that.
- Cheers.
- To the the money.
Okay, right?
- Mm.
(both moaning)
(heavy breathing)
I need a big favor, daddy.
- Yeah.
Just don't stop, don't stop.
(both moaning)
- [Presentation] A ponzi scheme
is a pretty simple concept.
Investors would give Madoff
their money to invest,
and Madoff gives them a healthy return.
The return doesn't come
from actual investments,
he simply gives back
a small portion of the
- Initial invest.
- Baby, you heard that?
- Hmm?
- Madoff jacked 65 billion.
- [Presentation] So the stock
needs to be replenished.
Madoff then moves onto the next investor-
- Damn.
- [Presentation] The scam grows larger.
- I'm definitely in the wrong hustle.
But you know what, that's
why we goin' to Philly.
- What's in Philly?
- Cheese steak sandwiches,
as far as your concerned.
- [Presentation] To keep the lie afloat.
- Sorry.
- What's the rule?
- Stay outta your business,
- Mm.
- I know.
- Good girl, now go grab me another beer.
(phone buzzing)
- Girl, tell me something good.
- Rodger says everything depends
on how Brooklyn stored his coin.
If he uses a mobile drive, we're screwed,
but, if he uses an online
exchange, then we're good.
- How am I supposed to do that?
- Roger says search his computer
for a single word ledger
and if no files pop up,
then we're good, it's easy.
- Easy, my ass.
Brooklyn never let's
me touch his computer.
If he catches me, he'll-
- Fine, don't get caught.
Okay, I don't know, do
something to distract him.
Look, you can do this.
- [Brooklyn] Where is my beer?
- Okay, I'll try. I gotta go.
I'm coming!
- Okay. All right, bye.
(utensils clanging)
(intense music)
(door softly opening)
- Star.
The fuck?
Star?
Star.
You in here?
- Come on, come on.
- Star?
(computer dinging)
- Yes.
(mouse clicking)
- Where is she?
(light switch clicking)
- What are you doing in here?
- Looking for you.
- What would I be doing in here?
- Where the fuck did you go?
- To get you this, remember?
- Well, what took you so long?
And where did you go? I
looked everywhere for you.
- Did you check the garage?
- What the hell would you
be doing in the garage?
- I couldn't find the bottle opener.
So I got the pliers in the toolbox.
- How come I get the feeling
you're up to something?
- Because like you always say,
you never trust anyone,
not even your mother.
- True.
- But then again, maybe this
time I am up to something.
What would you rather do?
Finish that silly documentary
or follow me upstairs?
(Brooklyn sighing)
(music intensifies)
(water sprinkling)
(birds chirping)
- So while I'm doing my thing,
you can go shopping or whatever.
You know the drill.
- Actually, I was thinking
I'd just stay home this time.
If that's okay?
- Why? You always come with me.
- I mean, we were just
in Miami a week ago,
and Vegas two weeks before that.
It just feels like we're always moving.
I kind of wanna just stay home and chill.
Please baby?
- No.
Fuck no. Nah, I need you with me.
You're like my good luck charm.
- You're telling me no,
on this one little thing?
Seriously?
- Careful.
- I never ask you for anything.
I just do whatever you say.
You can't just gimme a break
from your bullshit for a couple of days?
- Bitch, are you outta your mine?
- What, you gonna hit me now?
That's what you always do, isn't it?
(Brooklyn sighing)
- Fine, stay. Whatever.
I gotta piss.
(bright music)
(phone clacking)
(phone notifications whooping)
- Still time to change your mind.
- Nope, I'm good.
(knocking)
- Hey, the car's here.
- Cool.
And what about that other thing?
- Got it covered. Hey!
(footsteps approaching)
Fellas, so...
You got Laurant, Bear, you know Caesar.
They gon' keep shit on
lock while you gone.
- This is Star.
She means everything to me.
Everything, you follow?
- Well, hold on. What's going on here?
- They're gonna hang
here 'till I get back.
Keep you safe.
- What? No. I don't need babysitters.
- Not babysitters. Bodyguards.
Business is booming.
I can't leave you here unprotected.
- I'll be careful.
I promise.
- Not good enough.
Star, it's either this,
or you coming to Philly.
Now, you tell me.
- Don't worry, we'll take care of you.
- Did you just touch my woman?
- No, sorry boss.
I just wanna make sure she
felt comfortable, that's all.
(sharp thudding)
(Laurant groaning)
(steady thudding)
- Bro! Bro, bro, bro.
Hey, come on.
- Get him out of here.
- Pope, I need a job, Pope, I need a job.
Get in here and get your silly work.
Get yo big ass up.
Ain't neither one of y'all
trying to help me either.
I bet not get fired 'cause
of this shit either.
- You stay your ass in this
house until I get back.
- No visitors, no shopping trips, nothing.
You got it?
Don't fuck up.
- Look ma'am, we'll stay outta your way.
- Yeah, you won't even know we're here.
Where's the bathroom?
- Did you just call me ma'am?
Do I look like some ma'am to you?
- Okay, so what should we call you?
- Fuck off.
- I got a feeling you're
not gonna like it.
- Won't like what?
- Being called "Fuck off."
I mean, hey, if that's how you roll.
Look, I get it, you don't want us here,
but I'm just doing my job.
- You know my name, smart guy.
Use it.
- Look, that right there is trouble.
If we're not careful,
she'll get us both killed.
- Then we better be very careful.
- Why do you think Brooklyn did it?
You think he suspects you?
- No, it's about his
business getting bigger,
enemies, he's worried about
me, blah, blah, blah blah.
Shit! We were all set.
What are we gonna do?
- Well, you could just throw them out.
- What?
- Girl, it's your house, isn't it?
And if I remember correctly,
although Brooklyn paid for it,
it's all your name, right?
- Right.
- Okay, then just tell Brooklyn's flunkies
to get the fuck out.
And if they don't, tell
'em you'll call the police.
- Girl, I do not know what
Brooklyn got stashed up in here.
No way I'm calling the police,
I'll end up in jail myself.
- Girl, the point is they don't know
you won't actually make the call.
- You really think this could work?
- Girl, thugs and police don't mix,
okay, the moment they step out that door,
no doubt they'll call Brooklyn.
But Brooklyn will never make
it back in time to stop us.
- I see your point.
Damn Pam, who knew you
were such a devious mind.
- (laughing) Girl, you know Forensic Files
is my favorite show, okay?
- And I think I got a way to
show 'em that I'm serious.
I'ma speak their language.
- Talk to you later.
(quick footsteps)
(mischievous music)
(tires screeching)
- This is my house and
I want you out, now!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Calm down.
- P229 Pink champaign customization.
Nice.
- Well, since you're so smart,
I'm sure you've heard of
the stand your ground law,
which gives you the right to
shoot an intruder in your home.
- Actually, you are a little confused.
- What?
- There is no stand your
ground law in this state.
The law you're referring
to is Castle Doctrine,
I mean, that does give you the right
to shoot an intruder in your home.
- Okay, whatever, then we'll go with that.
- You actually don't strike me
as a cold-blooded killer either.
So that pretty gun that
you're waving around
is just as threatening as
remote that Bear is holdin'.
- You saying, I won't shoot your ass?
- Listen, nobody has a choice here.
Not you and definitely not us.
We're just doing a job.
- Yeah lady, if I could
leave, I would, believe me.
Especially since this TV is busted.
- But your husband will
be here in three days,
so let's just stay out of each other's way
and relax until then, deal?
- Fine.
- Wait, come on, help the poor guy out.
He's driving me crazy.
- Fuck you.
- Holy shit.
- Hey girl.
His name is Caesar.
He's smart, like Brooklyn.
Always one step ahead.
- If he's so smart, then why
is he Brooklyn's errand boy?
- I don't know.
- You don't know?
- Are you gonna help me come up with a way
to get rid of them, or not?
- Relax, I already have the answer.
- [Star] Go on.
- Hold on.
(phone clacking)
- What's this list?
- Common household items
when mixed together,
tasteless, odorless, it works real quick.
- You want me to poison
them? Are you crazy?
This does give me an idea though.
He's got some pretty
potent stuff around here.
I can mix that into drinks,
maybe knock 'em out for a few hours...
At least long enough to tie them up.
I thought you guys may be thirsty.
Come on... This is my way of apologizing.
The thing is, I was really looking forward
to spending some time at home, alone.
Brooklyn- you too, so...
I got a little upset.
- A little upset? Lady,
you tried to pop us.
- Let's be honest, if
I wanted to kill you,
would you be alive right now?
- Mm, that's some strange logic, lady.
- So, can we start over?
- I'm cool.
- And how at you, friends?
- I mean, it wouldn't be the first time
a friend pointed a gun at me.
- Great. Help yourself.
- Thanks.
- I wouldn't do that.
- Do what?
- I wouldn't drink that, not yet.
- Why not?
- Let's let our new
friend take a sip first.
- Excuse me?
- I said, you could go ahead
and take a sip first.
- I heard what you said.
Are you implying that I put
something in your drinks?
- Did you?
- Of course not.
- Okay, then prove me
wrong. Go ahead, have a sip.
- You know what?
- Hey.
- If you don't want it, fine.
I don't have to prove a
god damn thing to you.
- I think you just did.
(Star sighing)
- Holy shit.
You think she's really
that crazy to poison us,
just so she can relax at home?
- Nah, I don't think so.
I don't.
- Mm-mm, I can't believe he had the nerve
to accuse you of poisoning him.
- I told you he was smart.
- That's okay, 'cause we're smarter.
- Yep, way smarter.
- We just need another plan.
- Any ideas?
- I do have one idea that
can't fail, guaranteed.
- I just think it's funny how
at first you thought all this was crazy,
and now you got schemes galore.
- Girl, when I set my mind
to something, I get it done.
- Okay, tell me.
- [Pam] Seduction.
- Seduction?
- Yes, seduction.
- Is there more to this plan?
- Girl, do I really need
to spell it out for you?
Okay, use what God gave
you to seduce one of them,
and get 'em on our team,
and then we'll use him to
take the other one out, okay?
- You're right.
- Mmhm.
- It can't fail, especially
if I go for the dumb ass.
- Oh, of course, it's
gotta be the dumb ass one.
The other one think he Colombo and shit.
Leave him alone.
- All alright, all right,
I'll do the dumb ass.
- You know we don't mind
sleeping in the living room.
- On my $20,000 couch?
I do not think so.
Besides, there's plenty of space.
So, your room's over there,
there's the TV and the bathroom.
- You know, this really isn't necessary.
- What's wrong?
You afraid I poisoned
the sheets? (snickering)
- Thank you.
- Hmm.
- And you...
You get the nicer room,
'cause you seem nicer.
- Well, Caesar is kind of an asshole.
- (laughing) It's over here.
- So, do you like what you see?
- I do. The room looks great.
Hey, that sofa really cost 20 Gs?
- And what about the bed?
- That bed looks good enough to fuck.
- Oh really?
- In fact, that's a bad little bed.
That bad needs to be
fucked, good and hard.
- Mm, so what are you gonna do about it?
- Not a damn thing.
You think I'm stupid?
- What?
- Your husband is Brooklyn Brown.
I touch you, I'm dead. Worse than dead.
'Cause the word on the street
is he likes to torture people.
And the fact that we in
this bedroom together
with the door closed, it's
making me nervous as fuck.
So if you don't mind,
would you please take your
horny ass on up outta here?
- (laughing) Brooklyn will never find out.
- You right about that
because it would never happen.
- Hold up, so, you are telling me
that you are gonna turn down all this?
- I'd fuck the sofa first.
(crickets chirping)
(Star sighing)
- You mind if I join you?
Unless you prefer drinking alone?
- Whatever.
- Pour me a glass.
Wow.
This is a nice house.
- Thanks.
- You decorated it?
- Pretty much... Yep.
- You got skills.
- Okay, look, I understand
what you're trying to do here,
but it's not...
- What am I trying to do?
- Be friendly, I don't know.
I hate small talk, okay?
- Okay, then how about this?
How come you didn't try with
me what you tried with Bear?
Yeah, it's a beautiful house,
but the walls are thin, and plus I'm nosy.
So why Bear and not me?
What, you think I'm ugly or something?
(Star laughing)
I mean, you could be
honest, you think I'm ugly.
(Star laughing)
- You a'ight.
- But not as handsome
as Bear though, right?
- You're very strange.
You're not like anyone
who works with my husband.
- You know what, I'ma
take that as a compliment.
- Mm. (laughing)
- So you know I'm not gonna let
you get outta that question.
Why Bear and not me?
- Would it have made a difference?
- What a ridiculous question.
(mischievous music)
(footsteps clicking)
You don't knock?
- You didn't answer my question.
- You didn't answer mine.
Whatever game you were playing
with Bear, didn't work.
So now you're here, right?
- I don't play games.
- Not very well, no.
- You answered your own
question, you didn't answer mine.
- Now get outta here
before you get me killed.
- Now, who's playin' games?
(lips smacking)
(music intensifies)
So you're not afraid of Brooklyn?
- Everybody's afraid of Brooklyn.
- Then why?
- You might find this corny,
but I absolutely find you irresistible.
You know Brooklyn might be
an animal, but he got taste.
- I should probably go.
- Hey, Bear finds out-
- Don't worry.
I know.
(phone ringing)
(Pam groaning)
- Girl, this better be good. It's 3:00 AM.
- Girl, it is so much
better than good. (laughing)
- Dumb ass went for it?
- No, but, Colombo did.
- Seriously? We talked about this.
- It's just the way things played out.
But I can make it work.
- Okay, Brooklyn's back in three days.
So you only have two days to turn him.
- Girl, that is more than enough time.
- All right, but be careful.
You have to be 100% convincing.
- Believe me, that won't be a problem.
- [Pam] Oh damn...
- What?
- I could hear it in your voice.
You like him, and don't
even try to deny it.
- There's just something about him...
That's all.
- Hmm. Well look, enjoy the ride, okay?
But don't get in too deep.
Remember, the big picture, okay?
We're just using him to get to the loot.
- I know, I know.
I'ma take your advice.
- What advice is that?
- For the next few days,
I am definitely gonna enjoy the ride.
- (laughing) All right, girl,
bye. I'm going back to sleep.
(Star giggling)
- I need help lifting a box in my room,
can one of you help me?
- I will.
- Hey Bear, don't you
have that back problem?
- Yeah, it's a muthafucka,
but I should be okay.
- No, man, Don't risk it. I'll help her.
- Okay.
Not a good idea, what if Bear sees?
- Why would he even come near my room?
- It's not the point.
- And what was that little
stunt you pulled in the kitchen?
That was not funny.
- Wasn't meant to be, Bear's
dense, but he ain't stupid.
I didn't wanna seem to eager to come here,
even though that's all I can think about.
Wait, we can't do this with Bear here.
- I know.
I know.
I just wanted to give
you a little taste...
Of what's to come tonight.
- Oh my goodness.
I'm not gonna be able to think
about nothing else all day.
- That's the plan.
(lips smacking)
- I could have put away three
boxes by now, I gotta go.
(Star exhaling)
- Careful, girl.
Careful. (giggling)
(upbeat music)
(upbeat music continues)
- I gotta set of tens.
- Ah, jack high straight.
I be taking that.
- Ah, ah, ah.
Queen, high, straight.
- Shit.
- Well, that's it for me. I'm out.
- Come on man, couple of more hands.
- A few more hands and she'll
own my car, good night.
- Look like it's only us, love. Heads up?
- Heads up sounds... perfect.
(lips smacking)
(poker chips clanging)
- And one more thing...
Brooklyn said we should-
What the fuck happened here?
- He's trying to fuck me, that's what.
- What?
- Don't play dumb.
I caught you dealing
from the bottom, cheater.
Your ass better pray I don't
tell Brooklyn about this.
Asshole.
- Bruh, you cheated?
- Of course not. Think about
it, who won all the money?
I caught her ass cheating
and she ran outta here mad.
- You mean, that bitch tried to rob me.
- Man, both of us.
The most fucked up thing
about it, we can't do shit.
- Man, this gig sucks.
- You can say that again, man. Fuck.
- Good night.
(Star moaning)
- Let's do that again.
(Star moaning)
- I'd always hear girls griping about
their men putting their hands on them.
And I was like, no, not me, never.
But, I guess you never really
no longer react to something
until it happens to you.
- Sure.
- But hey, I mean, when
Brooklyn's nice he's-
- Look, don't do that.
Don't build him up just to
justify for what he's doing.
Any man that puts his hand on
a woman is a piece of shit.
Period.
Look, I get it, you in
a fucked up situation
and now you stuck.
But you deserve better.
I know it's not gonna be easy,
but you should try to
get away from Brooklyn
as soon as possible.
- Well, what if I told
you I already found a way?
- I'll say be careful,
because a man like Brooklyn
is not gonna let you go easy.
Not you.
- And what if I told you
that I need your help?
Would you?
- It would depend on what
type of help you need.
- What do you know about Bitcoin?
(intense music)
- He's all yours now.
Okay.
We're square, right?
- It's okay, come here.
- Now we're square.
Get off my yacht.
Are you fucking crazy?
- Please. I can't do this without you.
- Good, and I'm saving your
life by telling you hell no.
You don't steal from a man like Brooklyn
and get away with it.
- You do if you're smarter than him,
and you're smarter than him.
- Yeah, smart enough to know
the real reason why we fucking.
- And you're also smart enough to realize
that all of that has changed now.
You felt it too, I know you did.
We're good together. Come with me.
Be with me.
We'll have enough money, we
can hide anywhere we want.
- Look, all of that sounds amazing.
But I-
- But... What?
Just say yes, please?
(phone ringing)
It's Brooklyn.
- It's three in the fucking morning.
- Do you think he gives a shit?
I have to answer it.
(sighing) Hello?
- What's up baby?
What took you so long to pick up?
- It's three in the morning, I was asleep.
Are you on a boat?
- Fuck a boat, this is a yacht.
And it's sweet.
- You bought a yacht?
- You can say that.
- What does that mean?
- Don't worry about it, baby.
It's weird not having you here.
I really miss you.
- I miss you too.
- Everything good there,
them two niggas behavin' themselves?
- Yeah, everything's fine.
- Good.
Yeah, Bear, he's just muscle.
But he's loyal as fuck.
And Caesar, that boy got
brains, got big plans for him.
What do you think of him?
- I mean, I barely said a
word to him the whole time,
but he seems cool.
- I'm telling you, he's good people.
All right, I gotta jump.
But I'll be back today after tomorrow.
Hey, can't wait to see you.
- Yeah, me neither.
Bye.
So it looks like we both
have big plans for you.
So who are you gonna choose,
this piece of shit or me?
- Look, if you come up with a solid plan,
that doesn't get both of us killed,
I got you.
I'm sorry I can't help you with this.
(Star sighing)
(door creaking)
- [Star] He was so close.
He won't do it.
- Fine, good thing
we're prepared for this.
You know what you need to do, right?
- There's still one more full
day before Brooklyn returns.
Maybe I can talk to Caesar again.
- We can't risk it not working.
Every second he's not
with us, he's a threat.
- A threat?
- What if he calls Brooklyn?
- He wouldn't do that.
- You willing to bet your life on that?
He fucked you and now he
knows what you're planning.
You think he's not losing sleep
worried that Brooklyn won't find out?
If Caesar's as smart as you say he is,
then it won't take him long
to realize his only way out
is to throw you under the bus.
Shit, for all we know,
he could be calling Brooklyn right now.
So you gotta do it, like now.
- I know. I know.
You're right.
- Did you check to make
sure it actually worked?
No, not yet.
- Hold on.
- Yeah, it recorded.
- Good. Okay.
First chance you get
show Colombo the tape,
and believe me, he'll do whatever you say.
- What's up, man?
- What's up it's that you're
fucking Brooklyn's bitch.
And don't insult me by denying it.
- All right, man.
I fucked up.
- Nah mothafuka, you put
both our lives on the line
and if Brooklyn finds
out, we're both dead.
- Look man, I wasn't thinking.
- Fuck you, mothafucka.
You always thinking, that's what you do,
think about shit,
but you was never thinking about me.
- All right, man, I
fucked up and I'm sorry.
But look, we good.
She ain't gonna say, Brooklyn
will kill her ass too.
- You right about that.
And for the remainder of
the time that you are here,
you go anywhere near that bitch, you dead.
And fuck a bullet.
I'm going to beat your to
death with my own Bear hands.
You got that?
- I hear you, man. Loud and clear.
Fuck.
Shit...
(Caesar sighing)
- What are you doing here?
- I came to change your mind.
- I'm not changing my mind,
now you need to leave.
- Just wait, I have something to show you.
- Star, your plan is
crazy. I can't help you.
- Then help yourself.
Just calm down and-
- Calm down?
Look seriously, Bear knows about us.
- What?
- He saw me leave your room.
Now, he said that he'll keep quiet,
but he also put a gun in my head
and threatened to kill me if
he seen us together again.
You understand now?
That's why you need to leave.
Come on, you gotta go.
- No, wait, don't you see
this changes everything?
You heard what Brooklyn said,
Bear is loyal as fuck.
He's gonna rat you out.
- Nah, nah. He gotta lot
to lose just as I do.
- You gotta leave. We don't
have time for this shit
- There's a video of us fucking.
- What did you say?
(Star moaning)
- And I actually felt bad for your ass.
- I'm sorry.
I didn't want to do
it, but I am desperate.
If you don't help me, I will
show this video to Brooklyn.
I swear to god.
- How many copies are there?
- Did you not just hear what I said?
- How many copies, Star?
- Two. I have one and Pam has one.
- I don't fucking believe you.
It's no way you had enough
time to get two copies.
- You Wanna take that chance?
- Give me that fucking camera.
- No, fuck off.
- Give me the fucking camera.
- Fuck you.
(lamp crashing)
- [Both] Shit.
- Get in the closet.
Man, you don't knock?
- What the fuck happened here?
- Oh man, uh, my head's all up.
I couldn't sleep, I was
trying to get a workout in
and I got a little clumsy.
- Oh really?
- Where's your piece?
- Come on man, really?
- Don't make me ask you again.
- It's in the dresser.
Now, where's that bitch hiding?
- She not in here.
- Bullshit, where is she?
Under the bed, in the closet, where?
- And since you don't believe
me, won't you go to her room,
knock on her door and wake her up.
- You still playing poker, huh?
You good at bluffing.
But this time you have a tell.
- And what the are you talking about?
- That bitch doesn't go
anywhere without her cell phone.
- Shit...
- You can come out now.
This right here is truly
a fucked up situation.
Brooklyn isn't just
going to murder you two,
we're all dead.
- Not if you keep your mouth shut.
- Yeah, right.
You know as well as I do, shit
like this always comes out,
especially when there's a female involved.
Hoes can't keep their mouth shut.
- Do you think this is just
about Caesar and I screwing around?
Well, you're wrong.
We have a plan.
- What plan?
- Brooklyn, who's over 2
million dollars in Bitcoin.
Caesar and I are gonna steal it.
There's enough to bring in
another partner if he's smart.
Are you smart?
- You in on this? She legit?
- Yes I am.
Look, we got somebody to
hack Brooklyn's computer.
Listen, we gonna take his Bitcoin money
and we'll get the outta dodge forever.
- Holy shit.
- Your share would be 500,000, minimum.
I'm guessing you like money
more than being Brooklyn's bitch boy?
- No doubt.
But you know what I love more than money?
Life.
I thought you was smart, man.
You know Brooklyn is connected like crazy.
When he finds out that
you stole all this money,
there's not gonna be
anywhere you can hide.
Nah...
Your plan sucks.
But I have a plan on my own.
When I tell Brooklyn about
this so-called Bitcoin story,
I'm gonna look like a fucking hero.
- Go ahead, call him.
I got a story to tell him myself,
about how you fucked me and then forced me
to tell you where he keeps all his cash.
Who do you think he'll believe?
Knowing Brooklyn, he
won't know who to trust,
so he'll just kill us all.
- You bitch.
- You dummy! Take the fucking deal!
- She's right, you could
kill her, kill me too.
But then you'll have a mess
you'll never be able to explain.
The smart move is just to
join us and take the deal.
- Nah, I want to take my
chances with Brooklyn.
(phone dialing)
(phone vibrating)
- Yeah, this is Bear, get
Brooklyn on the phone.
No, fuck that, I wanna speak to him now.
(men grunting)
(Scuffling)
(gun shot firing)
(emotional music)
(phone vibrating)
- This isn't right.
No one was supposed to
get hurt, not even him.
(phones ringing)
- How the fuck is he doing this?
I'm happy this happened.
Look, I wasn't brave enough
to follow my heart, but now-
Wait, are you saying that you're in?
I'm all the way in.
Look, Brooklyn knows we
up to something right now,
we gotta move fast.
Go! Call you girl, go!
(intense music)
- Welcome aboard, sir.
- Cut the shit. Get me the Cali, now!
Let's move!
It's okay, baby.
I'm sure everything's gonna be alright.
Unc, you want some of
this? Because I'm done.
- Oh yeah.
(doorbell ringing)
- What took you so damn long?
Roger was home with his family and shit,
he can't just rush out
at six in the morning.
- Yeah, my wife would be a little nosy.
- Where does your wife think you are now?
- Um... You said I was
just gonna be three of us.
Who's this guy?
- That's Caesar. Hey there.
Girl- mmm-
- Caesar is a friend.
There's some... complications
cleaning the house,
and he took care of them.
So now there's four of us.
- You got a problem with that, Roger?
- No, no, no. Not at all.
As long as I still get my 300,000.
Right, Pam?
- Absolutely, your cut doesn't change.
- Fantastic.
- Then I'm fine.
(keyboard clacking)
- Okay.
- That's it? You did it?
- Nope.
The site where his Bitcoin is stored
is using an MD5 encryption algorithm.
- Shit, MD5 is supposed
to be impossible to crack.
Oh, I read a lot.
- Well, you're right.
MD5 is supposed to be unhackable,
"supposed to be" being
the key phrase here.
- So you've done it before, right?
- I wish.
No hacker's been able to claim
that crown as far as I know.
- So that's it, we're screwed.
- I wouldn't say that, not yet.
You know I haven't cracked it before,
but also haven't tried,
and I do love a challenge.
Now this here is a custom made
brute force encryption
cracker, I call crowbar.
It's never failed me before.
You guys might wanna grab
a snack or something,
this could take a while.
(airplane whirring)
- It's been almost three hours.
We're cutting it really close.
- Close?
I thought we all agreed that
we had at least five hours?
That means there's what, two more left?
- I don't know about you, but
when my life's on the line,
two hours is cutting it fucking close.
- Damn right.
I'm starting to get a
bad feeling about this.
- Okay, everybody just relaxed.
Okay, last time I checked,
Roger said he was almost done.
- Pam, he said that the last
three times you checked.
- Okay, he'll get it done. I know he will.
- I say we just give it 30 more minutes.
If he doesn't crack it by
then, we just call it quits.
- Quits?
I got $2 million on the line.
I'm not quitting until
I hear Brooklyn's car
pull up in that driveway.
- Excuse me?
But your cut is only
150,000, unless you forgot?
- No, of course not.
I'm just saying there's a lot
of money on the line, okay?
You know what they say?
No risk, no reward.
- Well, I have the most to lose.
And I agree with Caesar,
if he doesn't crack it in-
- [Roger] Fuck!
Fuck!
- What? What's wrong?
- I couldn't fucking do it.
Just couldn't fucking do it.
I wanted to crack it in three hours,
missed it by two stinkin' minutes.
- Are you saying you cracked it?
- Yeah, of course I cracked it.
Transferred 105 Bitcoins to this drive,
which at today's price is worth about...
three and a half million.
- Oh! We did it! We fucking did it!
- Damn right, we did.
- Un-fucking-believable.
- Catch.
Now I used the passcode you gave me,
and whatever you do, don't forget it.
- Yeah, right.
- Okay, great.
Well, my work here is
done. Where's my cash?
- Cash?
- Pam said you were gonna pay me in cash.
Now, I made it quite clear
I didn't want any Bitcoin.
You know they say it's
untraceable, but that's bullshit.
You know, I don't want any of
this coming back to haunt me,
I have a family to protect.
- Okay, enough of this computer bullshit.
- Pam, no!
(gun shot popping)
- Get your ass over
there. Don't even try it.
Now, take it out very slow
and throw it across the room.
And don't think I won't pop your ass.
- Pam, what the fuck are you doing?
- What do you think? Sticking to the plan.
- Killing people was
never a part of our plan.
- So I made a few
changes. Big fucking deal.
So here's the plan now,
we split everything 50/50
and no loose ends.
Your turn, big guy.
- No, stop.
- Star, get the fuck out the way!
- How could you do this to me?
- Do what?
Considering the fact that
you offered my ass 150,
I think I'm being pretty fair.
Now move, so I can end this nigga
so we can get the fuck outta here.
- Okay, okay.
New deal, we'll make it
50/50, but you can't kill him.
- Girl, think, if we leave,
his ass is gonna cause trouble.
- We're not leaving him,
he's coming with me.
- Coming with you? Fuck.
Girl, didn't I tell you
not to get in too deep?
- Let him live and you get half.
- Keep up, I'm already taking half.
- You ain't taking shit
without the password.
So do we have a deal or not?
- We're no longer partners.
Where's that cute little gun of yours?
- Seriously?
- Very, toss it.
Now, give me the thumb drive.
- Pam.
- Give me the damn thumb drive!
Now, what's the password?
And I will test it before I
leave, so don't fuck with me.
- Star, you give her a
password, we're both dead.
- You shut up.
- Pam!
- You really do like him, huh?
- Pam, I'm begging you, please stop.
Give me the password now and I'll go.
Or else I'm gonna blow
his fucking brains out.
(intense music)
- You promise you're gonna let us go?
- I already said that, didn't I?
- Star, don't do it.
- Tell me the fucking password now!
- Okay.
It's...
(gun shots firing)
- What the fuck is going on up in here.
- Star and that woman
trying to steal from you.
She hired this guy to hack your computer
and steal your Bitcoin.
That's why she didn't
want me and Bear around.
- What?
Bitch, you tried to steal from me?
Me!
- Damn right.
And I almost got away
with it too, you fucker!
- No, no, no.
Listen, she the only one
that has the password.
- What the fuck are you talking about?
- It's all on a flash drive, everything.
It's right over here.
- Don't move another inch,
or I will shoot you,
I swear to god I will.
- (chuckling) Bitch, you know
you ain't gonna shoot nobody.
Especially me.
(gunshot firing)
(Brooklyn groaning)
(music intensifying)
(gunshot firing)
(body thudding)
- Yes!
Wait, what you doing?
- Why?
- Why what?
- Why did you turn on me?
- Turn on you? I saved us.
I saved you.
Look, all that was just a
distraction and it worked.
Star, it's game over, we good now.
You won.
Look, that's it. You're free now.
Both of us, we're free.
It's just me and you now, baby.
- Okay.
(emotional music)
- What the fuck!
(gunshots firing and ringing)
- You sure we're gonna be safe here?
- Oh yeah, this place is perfect.
Brooklyn doesn't even know
about it, it's off the grid.
- Okay.
(both laughing)
- Hey, you know what's crazy?
- What?
- This little thing right here,
it's gonna change our lives forever.
- Where should we go
first? I vote New York.
- I follow wherever you are.
- You know, at first I kind of
thought you were an asshole.
But, you're not so bad.
- You're not so bad yourself.
I actually feel like...
I'm fallin' in love.
- What?
- I said I'm in love with you.
- Oh my god.
- I got a idea.
- Hm?
- Let's look at the money.
- What?
- Just think about it.
All those numbers, all
those beautiful numbers.
- Nah, not right now.
I wanna keep celebrating with you.
I wanna celebrate with you forever.
- Yeah, but that could be
a part of the celebration.
Let's look at it, come on.
All right, let's see what we got here.
Alright, so what's the password?
Oh, don't tell me you forgot the password.
- No, it's not that.
It's just...
It's just, I'd rather do
something else right now.
(lips smacking)
- Come on, come on. Is it
that you don't trust me?
- Of course not.
- I mean, if you don't trust me...
- Okay, fine, fine. Stop.
One more glass of champagne
and then we'll look at the numbers.
Deal?
- That's cool with me.
- Hmm.
- Can't drink a glass alone, mhm.
Thank you, baby.
Yeah, I was thinking,
the type of money that we're gonna have,
we get our own yacht.
You know what I'm saying,
all different type of
excursions and trips.
I think we'll have a good time.
- Here you go.
- Now you came back looking good.
- May nothing ever come between us.
Not even fuck you money.
- A drink to that.
(glasses clanging)
That was good.
All right, so what's the password?
- PAY THE LADY.
- Really?
- All caps.
- What?
Okay.
(keyboard clacking)
(gasping) Wow.
- Mm.
- Oh my goodness.
Thank you, Star.
- You happy?
- I am now.
(intense music)
- I am so done.
- Man, come on.
Did you really think I
was gonna share 3 million,
with some dumb bitch?
- Fuck you.
(sharp smacking)
- You got more to say?
I ain't think so.
(snickering) Ah.
You know, funny thing is...
So when Brooklyn's crew
finally catches up to your ass,
they chop you into a million pieces...
Tell 'em I said, what's up.
- You're not so smart.
Are you?
If you were smart,
you'd realize that after
what I had been through,
I would never trust a man. (chuckling)
Especially one of Brooklyn's flunkies.
Don't- (laughing)
You're nothing but a punk thug.
A fucking joke.
- Bitch, I'll fucking kill you-
- And I am so tired of
niggas calling me bitch.
(Caesar grunting)
Oh yeah, I poisoned your ass.
Pam's formula, too.
You never really know a person.
Hm.
(Caesar grunting)
(body thudding)
(mischievous music)
Like I said, pay the lady.
- Good morning, where can I take you?
- New York City, please.
(driver chuckles)
- New York?
Lady, that's a 3000 mile
trip, it would take days.
- I'll triple your
rate, plus all expenses.
I'll even tip in advance.
(phone dinging)
Do we have a deal?
- Absolutely.
So, any place particular
you'd like to go in New York?
- Anywhere but Brooklyn.
(upbeat music)
Enough of this shit.
Brooklyn will never touch me again.
Everybody's afraid of Brooklyn.
You should try to get
away from Brooklyn
as soon as possible.
Brooklyn will never find out.
If you were smart,
you'd realize that after
what I've been through,
I would never trust a man.
Pay the lady.
Like I said, pay the lady.
(upbeat continues)
(slow ominous music)
(water spraying)
(mischievous music)
(water splashing)
(ominous music continues)
(glass clinking)
- Good morning, baby.
- How was your swim?
- Perfect.
You want breakfast?
- After...
- Got it transferred, we good?
- Yeah, man, the account's
been going smooth.
You know, business is booming, so we good.
- They know I don't fuck around.
- Oh, they know your name, so they know.
- Don't trip boss. They
gonna come correct.
- What you think Caesar?
- I think they'll dude what's expected.
- They better.
I make the trip, I expect
to return pockets full.
- (snickering) Shit... briefcase full.
Am I right?
- Hell yeah.
- Come on.
(chuckling)
(gentle music)
- Excuse me?
- We're busy, baby.
- I just wanted to remind
you, today's our anniversary,
and you did promise.
- Don't worry.
I didn't forget.
- Also our reservation's at five and-
- And what's that supposed to mean?
- Nothing.
Forget it. Sorry, interrupted.
- Stop!
Answer the question.
We have a dinner reservation at five?
That's what she said, right?
- That's what she said.
- Yeah, I heard her.
- What's that supposed to mean, Star?
- Brooklyn, baby, I didn't mean anything.
- Really?
Because it sounded to me
like you were rushing me.
- Fine.
If you wanna spend our
anniversary with your boys
instead all of this. (laughing)
(intense music)
(sharp smacking)
- Oh...
- You got something else smart to say?
(footsteps departing)
(Brooklyn sighing)
- Can you believe that, bitch?
- Woof.
- Yeah.
- I give her everything, she gimme lip.
(snickering)
- (lips smacking) This is good.
- Damn good, ain't it?
(men laughing)
(emotional music)
(sniffling)
- Enough of this shit.
(distant barking)
(floor softly creaking)
(soft music)
(soft music continues)
(gun cocking)
(soft music continues)
- Why are you up?
- I was looking for my earplugs.
You were snoring again.
- Well, go back to sleep.
(soft music)
(birds chirping)
(keyboard clacking)
(knocking)
- What's up?
- I'm gonna go hang with Pam.
- Pam, she the one I don't like?
- You don't like any of my friends.
- That's true.
- Anyways, I'll be back in a few.
- Hey wait...
I'll be done soon, so, if
you wanna go shopping later,
we can do that.
- Nah, I'm good. Plus I
promised Pam already, so...
- You know I didn't mean it right.
You know how I get, baby.
I'm sorry.
You forgive me?
- Don't I always?
- Come here.
I really am sorry.
And I really need to
know that you forgive me.
I don't want to lose you.
So do you forgive me? Really?
- I do.
Really.
- That's my baby.
Here, get yourself something really nice.
Punish me for being an asshole.
- If you insist.
- Hey, that card is unlimited,
so don't go too crazy, okay?
Star?
(gentle music)
(change clanging)
- Hey there, pretty lady.
Normally I'd ask for a
dollar, but how about 10?
I mean, clearly you are an African queen.
(Star laughing)
Wakanda forever.
- Okay.
You know what...
Here, use it wisely.
- God bless you, sister. Thank you.
- Did you just give that bum $20?
- He was sweet.
- Bums aren't sweet, they stink.
- Can I get you anything?
- Yes, I'll take an iced
tea with that extra sugar.
- [Waitress] Got it.
- Four bags... uh-oh.
What'd he do this time?
You see, I told you he wouldn't stop.
- Oh, he's gonna stop.
In fact, Brooklyn will
never touch me again.
- You gonna hire a hit man?
- I'm leaving his ass.
- Leaving Brooklyn? (chuckling)
- That's what I said.
- You're right, he won't touch
you again, he'll bury you.
Brooklyn will never let
you leave him, never.
- I have a plan.
- Oh my God, you used
to say that all the time
in high school and it always
led to trouble, uh-uh.
- And you're gonna help me.
- Oh, no way. I like living, mhm.
No way am I getting
between you and Brooklyn.
I like living.
- He's never gonna know you were involved.
- Damn right, because
I'm not gonna be involved
and neither are you?
Can we change the subject now?
- Did you get your girl something?
- Pam...
- What?
- There's money in it for you, girl.
Like, a lot of money.
- How much?
- $100,000.
- Shit!
- Shh, shh.
- Girl, where are you going
to get that kind of cash?
Brooklyn is mining a Bitcoin.
Every single day he's on his
computer doing Bitcoin crap.
Don't ask me what, but what I do know is
he has over $2 million worth.
- And how do you know that?
- Usually when I'm in his
computer he turns the screen off,
but sometimes he leaves it on.
- Okay, but I'm Have
you seen his password?
'Cause without that you got nothin'.
- That's where you come in.
- Isn't one of your
sugar daddies a hacker?
- Ah, I get it.
You want me to get my tech daddy
to hack into Brooklyn's shit.
- Exactly.
- Huh?
- Brooklyn and I are supposed
to go outta town this weekend,
but I'll come up with an
excuse to stay behind,
and then you, you're
little trick come over,
he does his hacking thing,
transfers all the money to
an account that I control.
- Hmm.
- And then I disappear forever.
I always wanted to go to New York.
- Not bad.
You know, with 2 million dollars,
I think you really could just disappear.
But... you're forgetting
one's really important thing.
- What?
- Girl, slide me $200,000.
- Girl?
- Huh?
- I said a hundred thousand.
- Fine, since we're BFFs... I'll take 150.
(Star laughing)
- You know what?
- Huh?
- Deal.
(giggling)
First up, talk to your hacka friend,
see if my plan is even impossible.
And if it is, offer him
$100,000 to help us.
- Hold up, uh...
You gonna offer him the
same amount you offer me?
- Girl, just do it.
And do it fast.
- Watch me work.
- 'Cause I know you working,
I know you be working.
(both laughing)
- Thank you.
- And a cheers to that.
- Cheers.
- To the the money.
Okay, right?
- Mm.
(both moaning)
(heavy breathing)
I need a big favor, daddy.
- Yeah.
Just don't stop, don't stop.
(both moaning)
- [Presentation] A ponzi scheme
is a pretty simple concept.
Investors would give Madoff
their money to invest,
and Madoff gives them a healthy return.
The return doesn't come
from actual investments,
he simply gives back
a small portion of the
- Initial invest.
- Baby, you heard that?
- Hmm?
- Madoff jacked 65 billion.
- [Presentation] So the stock
needs to be replenished.
Madoff then moves onto the next investor-
- Damn.
- [Presentation] The scam grows larger.
- I'm definitely in the wrong hustle.
But you know what, that's
why we goin' to Philly.
- What's in Philly?
- Cheese steak sandwiches,
as far as your concerned.
- [Presentation] To keep the lie afloat.
- Sorry.
- What's the rule?
- Stay outta your business,
- Mm.
- I know.
- Good girl, now go grab me another beer.
(phone buzzing)
- Girl, tell me something good.
- Rodger says everything depends
on how Brooklyn stored his coin.
If he uses a mobile drive, we're screwed,
but, if he uses an online
exchange, then we're good.
- How am I supposed to do that?
- Roger says search his computer
for a single word ledger
and if no files pop up,
then we're good, it's easy.
- Easy, my ass.
Brooklyn never let's
me touch his computer.
If he catches me, he'll-
- Fine, don't get caught.
Okay, I don't know, do
something to distract him.
Look, you can do this.
- [Brooklyn] Where is my beer?
- Okay, I'll try. I gotta go.
I'm coming!
- Okay. All right, bye.
(utensils clanging)
(intense music)
(door softly opening)
- Star.
The fuck?
Star?
Star.
You in here?
- Come on, come on.
- Star?
(computer dinging)
- Yes.
(mouse clicking)
- Where is she?
(light switch clicking)
- What are you doing in here?
- Looking for you.
- What would I be doing in here?
- Where the fuck did you go?
- To get you this, remember?
- Well, what took you so long?
And where did you go? I
looked everywhere for you.
- Did you check the garage?
- What the hell would you
be doing in the garage?
- I couldn't find the bottle opener.
So I got the pliers in the toolbox.
- How come I get the feeling
you're up to something?
- Because like you always say,
you never trust anyone,
not even your mother.
- True.
- But then again, maybe this
time I am up to something.
What would you rather do?
Finish that silly documentary
or follow me upstairs?
(Brooklyn sighing)
(music intensifies)
(water sprinkling)
(birds chirping)
- So while I'm doing my thing,
you can go shopping or whatever.
You know the drill.
- Actually, I was thinking
I'd just stay home this time.
If that's okay?
- Why? You always come with me.
- I mean, we were just
in Miami a week ago,
and Vegas two weeks before that.
It just feels like we're always moving.
I kind of wanna just stay home and chill.
Please baby?
- No.
Fuck no. Nah, I need you with me.
You're like my good luck charm.
- You're telling me no,
on this one little thing?
Seriously?
- Careful.
- I never ask you for anything.
I just do whatever you say.
You can't just gimme a break
from your bullshit for a couple of days?
- Bitch, are you outta your mine?
- What, you gonna hit me now?
That's what you always do, isn't it?
(Brooklyn sighing)
- Fine, stay. Whatever.
I gotta piss.
(bright music)
(phone clacking)
(phone notifications whooping)
- Still time to change your mind.
- Nope, I'm good.
(knocking)
- Hey, the car's here.
- Cool.
And what about that other thing?
- Got it covered. Hey!
(footsteps approaching)
Fellas, so...
You got Laurant, Bear, you know Caesar.
They gon' keep shit on
lock while you gone.
- This is Star.
She means everything to me.
Everything, you follow?
- Well, hold on. What's going on here?
- They're gonna hang
here 'till I get back.
Keep you safe.
- What? No. I don't need babysitters.
- Not babysitters. Bodyguards.
Business is booming.
I can't leave you here unprotected.
- I'll be careful.
I promise.
- Not good enough.
Star, it's either this,
or you coming to Philly.
Now, you tell me.
- Don't worry, we'll take care of you.
- Did you just touch my woman?
- No, sorry boss.
I just wanna make sure she
felt comfortable, that's all.
(sharp thudding)
(Laurant groaning)
(steady thudding)
- Bro! Bro, bro, bro.
Hey, come on.
- Get him out of here.
- Pope, I need a job, Pope, I need a job.
Get in here and get your silly work.
Get yo big ass up.
Ain't neither one of y'all
trying to help me either.
I bet not get fired 'cause
of this shit either.
- You stay your ass in this
house until I get back.
- No visitors, no shopping trips, nothing.
You got it?
Don't fuck up.
- Look ma'am, we'll stay outta your way.
- Yeah, you won't even know we're here.
Where's the bathroom?
- Did you just call me ma'am?
Do I look like some ma'am to you?
- Okay, so what should we call you?
- Fuck off.
- I got a feeling you're
not gonna like it.
- Won't like what?
- Being called "Fuck off."
I mean, hey, if that's how you roll.
Look, I get it, you don't want us here,
but I'm just doing my job.
- You know my name, smart guy.
Use it.
- Look, that right there is trouble.
If we're not careful,
she'll get us both killed.
- Then we better be very careful.
- Why do you think Brooklyn did it?
You think he suspects you?
- No, it's about his
business getting bigger,
enemies, he's worried about
me, blah, blah, blah blah.
Shit! We were all set.
What are we gonna do?
- Well, you could just throw them out.
- What?
- Girl, it's your house, isn't it?
And if I remember correctly,
although Brooklyn paid for it,
it's all your name, right?
- Right.
- Okay, then just tell Brooklyn's flunkies
to get the fuck out.
And if they don't, tell
'em you'll call the police.
- Girl, I do not know what
Brooklyn got stashed up in here.
No way I'm calling the police,
I'll end up in jail myself.
- Girl, the point is they don't know
you won't actually make the call.
- You really think this could work?
- Girl, thugs and police don't mix,
okay, the moment they step out that door,
no doubt they'll call Brooklyn.
But Brooklyn will never make
it back in time to stop us.
- I see your point.
Damn Pam, who knew you
were such a devious mind.
- (laughing) Girl, you know Forensic Files
is my favorite show, okay?
- And I think I got a way to
show 'em that I'm serious.
I'ma speak their language.
- Talk to you later.
(quick footsteps)
(mischievous music)
(tires screeching)
- This is my house and
I want you out, now!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Calm down.
- P229 Pink champaign customization.
Nice.
- Well, since you're so smart,
I'm sure you've heard of
the stand your ground law,
which gives you the right to
shoot an intruder in your home.
- Actually, you are a little confused.
- What?
- There is no stand your
ground law in this state.
The law you're referring
to is Castle Doctrine,
I mean, that does give you the right
to shoot an intruder in your home.
- Okay, whatever, then we'll go with that.
- You actually don't strike me
as a cold-blooded killer either.
So that pretty gun that
you're waving around
is just as threatening as
remote that Bear is holdin'.
- You saying, I won't shoot your ass?
- Listen, nobody has a choice here.
Not you and definitely not us.
We're just doing a job.
- Yeah lady, if I could
leave, I would, believe me.
Especially since this TV is busted.
- But your husband will
be here in three days,
so let's just stay out of each other's way
and relax until then, deal?
- Fine.
- Wait, come on, help the poor guy out.
He's driving me crazy.
- Fuck you.
- Holy shit.
- Hey girl.
His name is Caesar.
He's smart, like Brooklyn.
Always one step ahead.
- If he's so smart, then why
is he Brooklyn's errand boy?
- I don't know.
- You don't know?
- Are you gonna help me come up with a way
to get rid of them, or not?
- Relax, I already have the answer.
- [Star] Go on.
- Hold on.
(phone clacking)
- What's this list?
- Common household items
when mixed together,
tasteless, odorless, it works real quick.
- You want me to poison
them? Are you crazy?
This does give me an idea though.
He's got some pretty
potent stuff around here.
I can mix that into drinks,
maybe knock 'em out for a few hours...
At least long enough to tie them up.
I thought you guys may be thirsty.
Come on... This is my way of apologizing.
The thing is, I was really looking forward
to spending some time at home, alone.
Brooklyn- you too, so...
I got a little upset.
- A little upset? Lady,
you tried to pop us.
- Let's be honest, if
I wanted to kill you,
would you be alive right now?
- Mm, that's some strange logic, lady.
- So, can we start over?
- I'm cool.
- And how at you, friends?
- I mean, it wouldn't be the first time
a friend pointed a gun at me.
- Great. Help yourself.
- Thanks.
- I wouldn't do that.
- Do what?
- I wouldn't drink that, not yet.
- Why not?
- Let's let our new
friend take a sip first.
- Excuse me?
- I said, you could go ahead
and take a sip first.
- I heard what you said.
Are you implying that I put
something in your drinks?
- Did you?
- Of course not.
- Okay, then prove me
wrong. Go ahead, have a sip.
- You know what?
- Hey.
- If you don't want it, fine.
I don't have to prove a
god damn thing to you.
- I think you just did.
(Star sighing)
- Holy shit.
You think she's really
that crazy to poison us,
just so she can relax at home?
- Nah, I don't think so.
I don't.
- Mm-mm, I can't believe he had the nerve
to accuse you of poisoning him.
- I told you he was smart.
- That's okay, 'cause we're smarter.
- Yep, way smarter.
- We just need another plan.
- Any ideas?
- I do have one idea that
can't fail, guaranteed.
- I just think it's funny how
at first you thought all this was crazy,
and now you got schemes galore.
- Girl, when I set my mind
to something, I get it done.
- Okay, tell me.
- [Pam] Seduction.
- Seduction?
- Yes, seduction.
- Is there more to this plan?
- Girl, do I really need
to spell it out for you?
Okay, use what God gave
you to seduce one of them,
and get 'em on our team,
and then we'll use him to
take the other one out, okay?
- You're right.
- Mmhm.
- It can't fail, especially
if I go for the dumb ass.
- Oh, of course, it's
gotta be the dumb ass one.
The other one think he Colombo and shit.
Leave him alone.
- All alright, all right,
I'll do the dumb ass.
- You know we don't mind
sleeping in the living room.
- On my $20,000 couch?
I do not think so.
Besides, there's plenty of space.
So, your room's over there,
there's the TV and the bathroom.
- You know, this really isn't necessary.
- What's wrong?
You afraid I poisoned
the sheets? (snickering)
- Thank you.
- Hmm.
- And you...
You get the nicer room,
'cause you seem nicer.
- Well, Caesar is kind of an asshole.
- (laughing) It's over here.
- So, do you like what you see?
- I do. The room looks great.
Hey, that sofa really cost 20 Gs?
- And what about the bed?
- That bed looks good enough to fuck.
- Oh really?
- In fact, that's a bad little bed.
That bad needs to be
fucked, good and hard.
- Mm, so what are you gonna do about it?
- Not a damn thing.
You think I'm stupid?
- What?
- Your husband is Brooklyn Brown.
I touch you, I'm dead. Worse than dead.
'Cause the word on the street
is he likes to torture people.
And the fact that we in
this bedroom together
with the door closed, it's
making me nervous as fuck.
So if you don't mind,
would you please take your
horny ass on up outta here?
- (laughing) Brooklyn will never find out.
- You right about that
because it would never happen.
- Hold up, so, you are telling me
that you are gonna turn down all this?
- I'd fuck the sofa first.
(crickets chirping)
(Star sighing)
- You mind if I join you?
Unless you prefer drinking alone?
- Whatever.
- Pour me a glass.
Wow.
This is a nice house.
- Thanks.
- You decorated it?
- Pretty much... Yep.
- You got skills.
- Okay, look, I understand
what you're trying to do here,
but it's not...
- What am I trying to do?
- Be friendly, I don't know.
I hate small talk, okay?
- Okay, then how about this?
How come you didn't try with
me what you tried with Bear?
Yeah, it's a beautiful house,
but the walls are thin, and plus I'm nosy.
So why Bear and not me?
What, you think I'm ugly or something?
(Star laughing)
I mean, you could be
honest, you think I'm ugly.
(Star laughing)
- You a'ight.
- But not as handsome
as Bear though, right?
- You're very strange.
You're not like anyone
who works with my husband.
- You know what, I'ma
take that as a compliment.
- Mm. (laughing)
- So you know I'm not gonna let
you get outta that question.
Why Bear and not me?
- Would it have made a difference?
- What a ridiculous question.
(mischievous music)
(footsteps clicking)
You don't knock?
- You didn't answer my question.
- You didn't answer mine.
Whatever game you were playing
with Bear, didn't work.
So now you're here, right?
- I don't play games.
- Not very well, no.
- You answered your own
question, you didn't answer mine.
- Now get outta here
before you get me killed.
- Now, who's playin' games?
(lips smacking)
(music intensifies)
So you're not afraid of Brooklyn?
- Everybody's afraid of Brooklyn.
- Then why?
- You might find this corny,
but I absolutely find you irresistible.
You know Brooklyn might be
an animal, but he got taste.
- I should probably go.
- Hey, Bear finds out-
- Don't worry.
I know.
(phone ringing)
(Pam groaning)
- Girl, this better be good. It's 3:00 AM.
- Girl, it is so much
better than good. (laughing)
- Dumb ass went for it?
- No, but, Colombo did.
- Seriously? We talked about this.
- It's just the way things played out.
But I can make it work.
- Okay, Brooklyn's back in three days.
So you only have two days to turn him.
- Girl, that is more than enough time.
- All right, but be careful.
You have to be 100% convincing.
- Believe me, that won't be a problem.
- [Pam] Oh damn...
- What?
- I could hear it in your voice.
You like him, and don't
even try to deny it.
- There's just something about him...
That's all.
- Hmm. Well look, enjoy the ride, okay?
But don't get in too deep.
Remember, the big picture, okay?
We're just using him to get to the loot.
- I know, I know.
I'ma take your advice.
- What advice is that?
- For the next few days,
I am definitely gonna enjoy the ride.
- (laughing) All right, girl,
bye. I'm going back to sleep.
(Star giggling)
- I need help lifting a box in my room,
can one of you help me?
- I will.
- Hey Bear, don't you
have that back problem?
- Yeah, it's a muthafucka,
but I should be okay.
- No, man, Don't risk it. I'll help her.
- Okay.
Not a good idea, what if Bear sees?
- Why would he even come near my room?
- It's not the point.
- And what was that little
stunt you pulled in the kitchen?
That was not funny.
- Wasn't meant to be, Bear's
dense, but he ain't stupid.
I didn't wanna seem to eager to come here,
even though that's all I can think about.
Wait, we can't do this with Bear here.
- I know.
I know.
I just wanted to give
you a little taste...
Of what's to come tonight.
- Oh my goodness.
I'm not gonna be able to think
about nothing else all day.
- That's the plan.
(lips smacking)
- I could have put away three
boxes by now, I gotta go.
(Star exhaling)
- Careful, girl.
Careful. (giggling)
(upbeat music)
(upbeat music continues)
- I gotta set of tens.
- Ah, jack high straight.
I be taking that.
- Ah, ah, ah.
Queen, high, straight.
- Shit.
- Well, that's it for me. I'm out.
- Come on man, couple of more hands.
- A few more hands and she'll
own my car, good night.
- Look like it's only us, love. Heads up?
- Heads up sounds... perfect.
(lips smacking)
(poker chips clanging)
- And one more thing...
Brooklyn said we should-
What the fuck happened here?
- He's trying to fuck me, that's what.
- What?
- Don't play dumb.
I caught you dealing
from the bottom, cheater.
Your ass better pray I don't
tell Brooklyn about this.
Asshole.
- Bruh, you cheated?
- Of course not. Think about
it, who won all the money?
I caught her ass cheating
and she ran outta here mad.
- You mean, that bitch tried to rob me.
- Man, both of us.
The most fucked up thing
about it, we can't do shit.
- Man, this gig sucks.
- You can say that again, man. Fuck.
- Good night.
(Star moaning)
- Let's do that again.
(Star moaning)
- I'd always hear girls griping about
their men putting their hands on them.
And I was like, no, not me, never.
But, I guess you never really
no longer react to something
until it happens to you.
- Sure.
- But hey, I mean, when
Brooklyn's nice he's-
- Look, don't do that.
Don't build him up just to
justify for what he's doing.
Any man that puts his hand on
a woman is a piece of shit.
Period.
Look, I get it, you in
a fucked up situation
and now you stuck.
But you deserve better.
I know it's not gonna be easy,
but you should try to
get away from Brooklyn
as soon as possible.
- Well, what if I told
you I already found a way?
- I'll say be careful,
because a man like Brooklyn
is not gonna let you go easy.
Not you.
- And what if I told you
that I need your help?
Would you?
- It would depend on what
type of help you need.
- What do you know about Bitcoin?
(intense music)
- He's all yours now.
Okay.
We're square, right?
- It's okay, come here.
- Now we're square.
Get off my yacht.
Are you fucking crazy?
- Please. I can't do this without you.
- Good, and I'm saving your
life by telling you hell no.
You don't steal from a man like Brooklyn
and get away with it.
- You do if you're smarter than him,
and you're smarter than him.
- Yeah, smart enough to know
the real reason why we fucking.
- And you're also smart enough to realize
that all of that has changed now.
You felt it too, I know you did.
We're good together. Come with me.
Be with me.
We'll have enough money, we
can hide anywhere we want.
- Look, all of that sounds amazing.
But I-
- But... What?
Just say yes, please?
(phone ringing)
It's Brooklyn.
- It's three in the fucking morning.
- Do you think he gives a shit?
I have to answer it.
(sighing) Hello?
- What's up baby?
What took you so long to pick up?
- It's three in the morning, I was asleep.
Are you on a boat?
- Fuck a boat, this is a yacht.
And it's sweet.
- You bought a yacht?
- You can say that.
- What does that mean?
- Don't worry about it, baby.
It's weird not having you here.
I really miss you.
- I miss you too.
- Everything good there,
them two niggas behavin' themselves?
- Yeah, everything's fine.
- Good.
Yeah, Bear, he's just muscle.
But he's loyal as fuck.
And Caesar, that boy got
brains, got big plans for him.
What do you think of him?
- I mean, I barely said a
word to him the whole time,
but he seems cool.
- I'm telling you, he's good people.
All right, I gotta jump.
But I'll be back today after tomorrow.
Hey, can't wait to see you.
- Yeah, me neither.
Bye.
So it looks like we both
have big plans for you.
So who are you gonna choose,
this piece of shit or me?
- Look, if you come up with a solid plan,
that doesn't get both of us killed,
I got you.
I'm sorry I can't help you with this.
(Star sighing)
(door creaking)
- [Star] He was so close.
He won't do it.
- Fine, good thing
we're prepared for this.
You know what you need to do, right?
- There's still one more full
day before Brooklyn returns.
Maybe I can talk to Caesar again.
- We can't risk it not working.
Every second he's not
with us, he's a threat.
- A threat?
- What if he calls Brooklyn?
- He wouldn't do that.
- You willing to bet your life on that?
He fucked you and now he
knows what you're planning.
You think he's not losing sleep
worried that Brooklyn won't find out?
If Caesar's as smart as you say he is,
then it won't take him long
to realize his only way out
is to throw you under the bus.
Shit, for all we know,
he could be calling Brooklyn right now.
So you gotta do it, like now.
- I know. I know.
You're right.
- Did you check to make
sure it actually worked?
No, not yet.
- Hold on.
- Yeah, it recorded.
- Good. Okay.
First chance you get
show Colombo the tape,
and believe me, he'll do whatever you say.
- What's up, man?
- What's up it's that you're
fucking Brooklyn's bitch.
And don't insult me by denying it.
- All right, man.
I fucked up.
- Nah mothafuka, you put
both our lives on the line
and if Brooklyn finds
out, we're both dead.
- Look man, I wasn't thinking.
- Fuck you, mothafucka.
You always thinking, that's what you do,
think about shit,
but you was never thinking about me.
- All right, man, I
fucked up and I'm sorry.
But look, we good.
She ain't gonna say, Brooklyn
will kill her ass too.
- You right about that.
And for the remainder of
the time that you are here,
you go anywhere near that bitch, you dead.
And fuck a bullet.
I'm going to beat your to
death with my own Bear hands.
You got that?
- I hear you, man. Loud and clear.
Fuck.
Shit...
(Caesar sighing)
- What are you doing here?
- I came to change your mind.
- I'm not changing my mind,
now you need to leave.
- Just wait, I have something to show you.
- Star, your plan is
crazy. I can't help you.
- Then help yourself.
Just calm down and-
- Calm down?
Look seriously, Bear knows about us.
- What?
- He saw me leave your room.
Now, he said that he'll keep quiet,
but he also put a gun in my head
and threatened to kill me if
he seen us together again.
You understand now?
That's why you need to leave.
Come on, you gotta go.
- No, wait, don't you see
this changes everything?
You heard what Brooklyn said,
Bear is loyal as fuck.
He's gonna rat you out.
- Nah, nah. He gotta lot
to lose just as I do.
- You gotta leave. We don't
have time for this shit
- There's a video of us fucking.
- What did you say?
(Star moaning)
- And I actually felt bad for your ass.
- I'm sorry.
I didn't want to do
it, but I am desperate.
If you don't help me, I will
show this video to Brooklyn.
I swear to god.
- How many copies are there?
- Did you not just hear what I said?
- How many copies, Star?
- Two. I have one and Pam has one.
- I don't fucking believe you.
It's no way you had enough
time to get two copies.
- You Wanna take that chance?
- Give me that fucking camera.
- No, fuck off.
- Give me the fucking camera.
- Fuck you.
(lamp crashing)
- [Both] Shit.
- Get in the closet.
Man, you don't knock?
- What the fuck happened here?
- Oh man, uh, my head's all up.
I couldn't sleep, I was
trying to get a workout in
and I got a little clumsy.
- Oh really?
- Where's your piece?
- Come on man, really?
- Don't make me ask you again.
- It's in the dresser.
Now, where's that bitch hiding?
- She not in here.
- Bullshit, where is she?
Under the bed, in the closet, where?
- And since you don't believe
me, won't you go to her room,
knock on her door and wake her up.
- You still playing poker, huh?
You good at bluffing.
But this time you have a tell.
- And what the are you talking about?
- That bitch doesn't go
anywhere without her cell phone.
- Shit...
- You can come out now.
This right here is truly
a fucked up situation.
Brooklyn isn't just
going to murder you two,
we're all dead.
- Not if you keep your mouth shut.
- Yeah, right.
You know as well as I do, shit
like this always comes out,
especially when there's a female involved.
Hoes can't keep their mouth shut.
- Do you think this is just
about Caesar and I screwing around?
Well, you're wrong.
We have a plan.
- What plan?
- Brooklyn, who's over 2
million dollars in Bitcoin.
Caesar and I are gonna steal it.
There's enough to bring in
another partner if he's smart.
Are you smart?
- You in on this? She legit?
- Yes I am.
Look, we got somebody to
hack Brooklyn's computer.
Listen, we gonna take his Bitcoin money
and we'll get the outta dodge forever.
- Holy shit.
- Your share would be 500,000, minimum.
I'm guessing you like money
more than being Brooklyn's bitch boy?
- No doubt.
But you know what I love more than money?
Life.
I thought you was smart, man.
You know Brooklyn is connected like crazy.
When he finds out that
you stole all this money,
there's not gonna be
anywhere you can hide.
Nah...
Your plan sucks.
But I have a plan on my own.
When I tell Brooklyn about
this so-called Bitcoin story,
I'm gonna look like a fucking hero.
- Go ahead, call him.
I got a story to tell him myself,
about how you fucked me and then forced me
to tell you where he keeps all his cash.
Who do you think he'll believe?
Knowing Brooklyn, he
won't know who to trust,
so he'll just kill us all.
- You bitch.
- You dummy! Take the fucking deal!
- She's right, you could
kill her, kill me too.
But then you'll have a mess
you'll never be able to explain.
The smart move is just to
join us and take the deal.
- Nah, I want to take my
chances with Brooklyn.
(phone dialing)
(phone vibrating)
- Yeah, this is Bear, get
Brooklyn on the phone.
No, fuck that, I wanna speak to him now.
(men grunting)
(Scuffling)
(gun shot firing)
(emotional music)
(phone vibrating)
- This isn't right.
No one was supposed to
get hurt, not even him.
(phones ringing)
- How the fuck is he doing this?
I'm happy this happened.
Look, I wasn't brave enough
to follow my heart, but now-
Wait, are you saying that you're in?
I'm all the way in.
Look, Brooklyn knows we
up to something right now,
we gotta move fast.
Go! Call you girl, go!
(intense music)
- Welcome aboard, sir.
- Cut the shit. Get me the Cali, now!
Let's move!
It's okay, baby.
I'm sure everything's gonna be alright.
Unc, you want some of
this? Because I'm done.
- Oh yeah.
(doorbell ringing)
- What took you so damn long?
Roger was home with his family and shit,
he can't just rush out
at six in the morning.
- Yeah, my wife would be a little nosy.
- Where does your wife think you are now?
- Um... You said I was
just gonna be three of us.
Who's this guy?
- That's Caesar. Hey there.
Girl- mmm-
- Caesar is a friend.
There's some... complications
cleaning the house,
and he took care of them.
So now there's four of us.
- You got a problem with that, Roger?
- No, no, no. Not at all.
As long as I still get my 300,000.
Right, Pam?
- Absolutely, your cut doesn't change.
- Fantastic.
- Then I'm fine.
(keyboard clacking)
- Okay.
- That's it? You did it?
- Nope.
The site where his Bitcoin is stored
is using an MD5 encryption algorithm.
- Shit, MD5 is supposed
to be impossible to crack.
Oh, I read a lot.
- Well, you're right.
MD5 is supposed to be unhackable,
"supposed to be" being
the key phrase here.
- So you've done it before, right?
- I wish.
No hacker's been able to claim
that crown as far as I know.
- So that's it, we're screwed.
- I wouldn't say that, not yet.
You know I haven't cracked it before,
but also haven't tried,
and I do love a challenge.
Now this here is a custom made
brute force encryption
cracker, I call crowbar.
It's never failed me before.
You guys might wanna grab
a snack or something,
this could take a while.
(airplane whirring)
- It's been almost three hours.
We're cutting it really close.
- Close?
I thought we all agreed that
we had at least five hours?
That means there's what, two more left?
- I don't know about you, but
when my life's on the line,
two hours is cutting it fucking close.
- Damn right.
I'm starting to get a
bad feeling about this.
- Okay, everybody just relaxed.
Okay, last time I checked,
Roger said he was almost done.
- Pam, he said that the last
three times you checked.
- Okay, he'll get it done. I know he will.
- I say we just give it 30 more minutes.
If he doesn't crack it by
then, we just call it quits.
- Quits?
I got $2 million on the line.
I'm not quitting until
I hear Brooklyn's car
pull up in that driveway.
- Excuse me?
But your cut is only
150,000, unless you forgot?
- No, of course not.
I'm just saying there's a lot
of money on the line, okay?
You know what they say?
No risk, no reward.
- Well, I have the most to lose.
And I agree with Caesar,
if he doesn't crack it in-
- [Roger] Fuck!
Fuck!
- What? What's wrong?
- I couldn't fucking do it.
Just couldn't fucking do it.
I wanted to crack it in three hours,
missed it by two stinkin' minutes.
- Are you saying you cracked it?
- Yeah, of course I cracked it.
Transferred 105 Bitcoins to this drive,
which at today's price is worth about...
three and a half million.
- Oh! We did it! We fucking did it!
- Damn right, we did.
- Un-fucking-believable.
- Catch.
Now I used the passcode you gave me,
and whatever you do, don't forget it.
- Yeah, right.
- Okay, great.
Well, my work here is
done. Where's my cash?
- Cash?
- Pam said you were gonna pay me in cash.
Now, I made it quite clear
I didn't want any Bitcoin.
You know they say it's
untraceable, but that's bullshit.
You know, I don't want any of
this coming back to haunt me,
I have a family to protect.
- Okay, enough of this computer bullshit.
- Pam, no!
(gun shot popping)
- Get your ass over
there. Don't even try it.
Now, take it out very slow
and throw it across the room.
And don't think I won't pop your ass.
- Pam, what the fuck are you doing?
- What do you think? Sticking to the plan.
- Killing people was
never a part of our plan.
- So I made a few
changes. Big fucking deal.
So here's the plan now,
we split everything 50/50
and no loose ends.
Your turn, big guy.
- No, stop.
- Star, get the fuck out the way!
- How could you do this to me?
- Do what?
Considering the fact that
you offered my ass 150,
I think I'm being pretty fair.
Now move, so I can end this nigga
so we can get the fuck outta here.
- Okay, okay.
New deal, we'll make it
50/50, but you can't kill him.
- Girl, think, if we leave,
his ass is gonna cause trouble.
- We're not leaving him,
he's coming with me.
- Coming with you? Fuck.
Girl, didn't I tell you
not to get in too deep?
- Let him live and you get half.
- Keep up, I'm already taking half.
- You ain't taking shit
without the password.
So do we have a deal or not?
- We're no longer partners.
Where's that cute little gun of yours?
- Seriously?
- Very, toss it.
Now, give me the thumb drive.
- Pam.
- Give me the damn thumb drive!
Now, what's the password?
And I will test it before I
leave, so don't fuck with me.
- Star, you give her a
password, we're both dead.
- You shut up.
- Pam!
- You really do like him, huh?
- Pam, I'm begging you, please stop.
Give me the password now and I'll go.
Or else I'm gonna blow
his fucking brains out.
(intense music)
- You promise you're gonna let us go?
- I already said that, didn't I?
- Star, don't do it.
- Tell me the fucking password now!
- Okay.
It's...
(gun shots firing)
- What the fuck is going on up in here.
- Star and that woman
trying to steal from you.
She hired this guy to hack your computer
and steal your Bitcoin.
That's why she didn't
want me and Bear around.
- What?
Bitch, you tried to steal from me?
Me!
- Damn right.
And I almost got away
with it too, you fucker!
- No, no, no.
Listen, she the only one
that has the password.
- What the fuck are you talking about?
- It's all on a flash drive, everything.
It's right over here.
- Don't move another inch,
or I will shoot you,
I swear to god I will.
- (chuckling) Bitch, you know
you ain't gonna shoot nobody.
Especially me.
(gunshot firing)
(Brooklyn groaning)
(music intensifying)
(gunshot firing)
(body thudding)
- Yes!
Wait, what you doing?
- Why?
- Why what?
- Why did you turn on me?
- Turn on you? I saved us.
I saved you.
Look, all that was just a
distraction and it worked.
Star, it's game over, we good now.
You won.
Look, that's it. You're free now.
Both of us, we're free.
It's just me and you now, baby.
- Okay.
(emotional music)
- What the fuck!
(gunshots firing and ringing)
- You sure we're gonna be safe here?
- Oh yeah, this place is perfect.
Brooklyn doesn't even know
about it, it's off the grid.
- Okay.
(both laughing)
- Hey, you know what's crazy?
- What?
- This little thing right here,
it's gonna change our lives forever.
- Where should we go
first? I vote New York.
- I follow wherever you are.
- You know, at first I kind of
thought you were an asshole.
But, you're not so bad.
- You're not so bad yourself.
I actually feel like...
I'm fallin' in love.
- What?
- I said I'm in love with you.
- Oh my god.
- I got a idea.
- Hm?
- Let's look at the money.
- What?
- Just think about it.
All those numbers, all
those beautiful numbers.
- Nah, not right now.
I wanna keep celebrating with you.
I wanna celebrate with you forever.
- Yeah, but that could be
a part of the celebration.
Let's look at it, come on.
All right, let's see what we got here.
Alright, so what's the password?
Oh, don't tell me you forgot the password.
- No, it's not that.
It's just...
It's just, I'd rather do
something else right now.
(lips smacking)
- Come on, come on. Is it
that you don't trust me?
- Of course not.
- I mean, if you don't trust me...
- Okay, fine, fine. Stop.
One more glass of champagne
and then we'll look at the numbers.
Deal?
- That's cool with me.
- Hmm.
- Can't drink a glass alone, mhm.
Thank you, baby.
Yeah, I was thinking,
the type of money that we're gonna have,
we get our own yacht.
You know what I'm saying,
all different type of
excursions and trips.
I think we'll have a good time.
- Here you go.
- Now you came back looking good.
- May nothing ever come between us.
Not even fuck you money.
- A drink to that.
(glasses clanging)
That was good.
All right, so what's the password?
- PAY THE LADY.
- Really?
- All caps.
- What?
Okay.
(keyboard clacking)
(gasping) Wow.
- Mm.
- Oh my goodness.
Thank you, Star.
- You happy?
- I am now.
(intense music)
- I am so done.
- Man, come on.
Did you really think I
was gonna share 3 million,
with some dumb bitch?
- Fuck you.
(sharp smacking)
- You got more to say?
I ain't think so.
(snickering) Ah.
You know, funny thing is...
So when Brooklyn's crew
finally catches up to your ass,
they chop you into a million pieces...
Tell 'em I said, what's up.
- You're not so smart.
Are you?
If you were smart,
you'd realize that after
what I had been through,
I would never trust a man. (chuckling)
Especially one of Brooklyn's flunkies.
Don't- (laughing)
You're nothing but a punk thug.
A fucking joke.
- Bitch, I'll fucking kill you-
- And I am so tired of
niggas calling me bitch.
(Caesar grunting)
Oh yeah, I poisoned your ass.
Pam's formula, too.
You never really know a person.
Hm.
(Caesar grunting)
(body thudding)
(mischievous music)
Like I said, pay the lady.
- Good morning, where can I take you?
- New York City, please.
(driver chuckles)
- New York?
Lady, that's a 3000 mile
trip, it would take days.
- I'll triple your
rate, plus all expenses.
I'll even tip in advance.
(phone dinging)
Do we have a deal?
- Absolutely.
So, any place particular
you'd like to go in New York?
- Anywhere but Brooklyn.
(upbeat music)
Enough of this shit.
Brooklyn will never touch me again.
Everybody's afraid of Brooklyn.
You should try to get
away from Brooklyn
as soon as possible.
Brooklyn will never find out.
If you were smart,
you'd realize that after
what I've been through,
I would never trust a man.
Pay the lady.
Like I said, pay the lady.
(upbeat continues)