Sex and the Friend Group (2026) Movie Script

1
(upbeat music)
(pop music begins)
(car pulls up)
(crickets chirping)
(elevator dings)
Wanna look good
You gotta work for it
Everything I got I had to work for it
Wanna live good
You gotta work for it
Work for it, work for it
Wanna look fly then
you gotta work for it
Work for it, work for it
Wanna look nice then
you gotta work for it
Work for it, work for it
Yeah
Work for
Everything I got I had to work for it
Yeah
Living good
hell of a night
But I have to work for it
Yeah
Work for
Everything I got I had to work for it
Yeah
Living good
hell of a night
But I have to work for it
Yeah
(crickets chirping)
- Come on, Stacey.
Always making me wait mad long.
(crickets chirping)
(phone keyboard tapping
My nigga, where you at?
- I'm right here, bitch.
- Oh my God.
(both exclaiming)
- Yes, bitch.
We about to get all the
way turned up tonight.
- But you are killing this
look right now though.
- I am doing it. Hey, yes me.
(Stacey clears throat)
Why, you need a lozenge for
that cough or something?
I got some Halls in my purse. What's up?
- Uh-uh, ain't no one way
compliments here, bitch?
Okay, I tossed a compliment out
for you to whip it back to me,
so try again.
- Okay, Stacey.
You know I got you, boo.
- Uh.
- Listen, you are looking
fierce and fabulous yourself
tonight Miss Boo-boo Kitty.
Your face is snatched for the Gods.
- Ooh.
- Outfit laid to rest.
- Ooh.
- And your booty is looking
bubble yum yummy, biotch.
- Ew.
- Tonight, we is gonna find
you a pretty young thug
to part those brown cheeks like Moses
parted of the Red Sea, honey!
Yes, bitch!
Set your badussy free.
You better let these niggas
enter your Promise Land!
- Okay. Hmm, that was mad extra, boo.
- Too much?
- And ain't nobody parting
this Red Sea, okay?
I just squeeze these thick thighs together
and let that nigga slick
his dick up in between
if you know what I'm talking about, bitch!
I learned that in my
(indistinct) at NC State, so.
- Wait, you can turn your
thigh meat into a pussy?
- Yep. It's called a thussy, bitch!
- Oh, you've got to show me that trick.
- Okay, okay, so two items,
Bounty and Baby Oil. (lips trilling)
- Interesting.
(dance music)
(people chattering)
- Hey, brother, you wanna get tested?
(dance music)
(people chattering)
What's up brother?
You wanna get tested?
Okay!
- Bitch, you still catfishing on gay apps?
- Yes, chile. Oh my God.
I have never seen so many
men's booty holes before.
- Roz, that's Tyson
Beckford's body, bitch.
- Hold up 'cause that's not you
in your profile pic either, bitch.
- Well baby it's not far off.
I'm in the same category, okay.
Watch that mouth.
Bitch.
- (laughing) Masculine thug top,
freak hoe looking to butt sex-
- Pull back, bitch.
Barbie-
- You little slut.
(phone ringing)
- Mm-hmm.
- Oh shit, shit, shit.
Let me take this.
- Khloe and Kim?
- Chile.
- Hmm, bitch. Whatever.
- Two seconds.
(Roz exclaims)
- (exclaims) Hey, where you at, my love?
We're getting ready for Amber's shindig.
Ooh. She hired a stripper.
- Girl, that was a surprise.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
- Okay, tell her to get
anything but pink Moscato
because I don't drink that.
- I am so, so sorry, you guys.
I had a gay-mergency come
up and I can't make it.
- Really?
I left my husband for this shit.
- Girl, she had a bar exam in the morning.
- I am with Stacey.
He's all depressed because he
worked out all week in the gym
to get summertime fine
but still no six pack.
Why don't you girls come to DTLA
after the party and help me cheer him up?
- Um, hard pass.
Who wants to hang out
with a depressed gay?
Isn't that like ironic
or an oxymoron, isn't it?
- (gasps) That's rude.
- What's the word? Girl, I don't know.
- I gotta go. Have a gin
and tonic for me, boo?
- [Both] Bye, Flaky.
- Bye, Ashies.
- Love you, Rozzy.
- (gasps) You do love her.
(dance music)
- Stacey!
- Hey brother, you wanna get tested?
We give instant results
and got free chocolate.
- Nah, I'm good. I still got my Obamacare.
I get tested on the reg.
I'm neg and on PrEP.
- [Sylvester] Ah-huh.
- And gluten-free, so.
- Well that's what's up.
You taking care of yourself.
I'm proud of you.
Knowing is half the battle.
What about you, sis?
- Me? Oh, I'm not a tranny or nothing.
I'm a real, how y'all say? Cishet girl.
I'm an OG.
Original gender.
- Bitch, that's not even a thing, girl.
- Shut up. Yes, it is.
- You know first off, sis,
the correct term is
transgender man or woman.
- [Roz] Okay.
- And you don't have to
be trans to contract HIV.
Look we got free condoms and
lubes if you need it for later.
And chocolate!
Who don't like chocolate?
- Well, fuck it. I'm gonna take these,
because these are as
expensive as fuck nowadays.
- Girl.
We got too many degrees to
be strolling to the crib
with handfuls of lubes and Trojans.
I mean, you might as well stick
a fuck me now sign on your forehead.
- Bitch, you right. You always right.
- I am, too.
- And I did leave my
fuck me now sign at home.
Hmm.
Put that on the fucking T-shirt, okay?
You gonna be here when the club let out?
- Yeah.
- 'Cause I might holler at you
depending on how lit my night is, boo.
(dance music)
(dance music continues)
Two Moscow Mules, please.
- Someone's thirsty.
- Baby, never thirsty, always hungry.
And baby, I'm on a mission.
- Okay.
(dance music)
- You see that football
player looking over here?
- He's a whole terrorist.
Or a serial killer.
- Baby, just like I like it.
Big, black, thick,
curious with no friends?
- Nm-hmm.
- Ooh, it looks like he's
looking to be explored
and I'm feeling a little
(indistinct) tonight.
So I'll be right back, sis.
(dance music)
Where the party at tonight
night night night night night
Where the party at
- So you gonna let me hit that or not?
- I'm thinking, nah.
I don't give up no ass and
kisses to a real nigga.
- Nigga, I am a real nigga.
- Nah, you a queen.
- Uh-uh, gimme my motherfucking
Moscow Mule back then!
Shit.
(dance music)
- He's here! In here and on here.
- Ooh, chile, damn.
Killing my vibe.
I was making some headway with terrorist.
He want this D.
- Girl.
(dramatic music)
(dance music)
- Girl, that's Jabbar's tat.
- No shit!
He's 0.02 miles away.
Let's go find him.
- Girl, you sure you ready for this?
I mean 'cause y'all ain't talked
since the incident, okay, so.
- I'm happy he found his truth.
I am cool and ready and calm.
Come on.
(dance music)
(dramatic music)
Okay, maybe I'm not ready.
(upbeat music)
- Let's go home, girl, and
watch "Miss Me This Christmas"
on Netflix and eat some vanilla wafers
and drink some champagne.
Okay, let's go.
- Champagne?
(doorbell rings)
Shit.
(dance music)
- Roslyn Mayweather.
- Hey, Jabbar Rocky.
- Hey, Miss Stacey.
- You and your little friend.
- This is far from my little friend.
Wendell.
- Omari.
Omari, this is my ex-friend,
um, um, used to be-
- Ex-wife!
He left me once he
realized the term vagina
wasn't code for dick.
- Oh, okay. Wow.
Nice to meet you, I think.
- Mm-hmm.
- Alright.
Yeah, so about that, can we
just leave the past behind us?
I was as honest with you
as I possibly could be.
This is who I am now.
And you're gonna have to get over it.
Sorry.
(dramatic music)
Not sorry.
- Fuck you, nigga. You know what?
(dance music)
- Not like this, okay.
Stay here, and off a Grinder.
I'm gonna get you another drink
and tomorrow you ain't gonna
remember none of this shit,
okay, babe?
(dance music)
(phone tapping)
(dance music continues)
(phone notification beeps)
(dance music)
My love for you, no strings
attached, that's for free
Yes, fire in Ivy leagues
God made us to be together
All that I need in this world
Living on your tender love
(phone notification beeps)
'Cause life is hard,
is you true or nay
But we got love, we don't need more
(music drowns out lyrics)
Could give a fuck about
(music drowns out lyrics)
Drink that water
- You forgot the A on your T-shirt.
(phone notification beeps)
- Huh?
- L-G-B-T-Q-A.
- Fuck all that. I got
bigger problems than that.
- Well, you want to get tested
before I close up?
Knowing is half the battle.
- That's a fucking dumb ass cliche.
- Well how about this cliche,
one in four people living
with HIV in the United States
are Black women your age.
And I have Butterfingers.
Come on.
(van door whirs)
- [Roz] Only here for the candy.
- All right.
(van door slams)
Alright.
Oh.
That's for you. And.
- You're not about to
poke me with that shit.
- Oh no, no.
This is just remnants of the old way
that we used to do things.
Now I'm gonna pick you with this
and you'll have the results in 60 seconds.
- Then you can leave me alone?
- Hopefully.
- Ow!
I get tested before I hit the club.
- Yeah. Okay.
- What a Saturday night.
- I know. Now we wait.
(camera clicks)
(phone notification beeps)
Oh, bad night?
- Ain't the night I planned for.
- Hmm.
- I'm sorry, you are just too cute
to be on this sad little truck.
Some man's gotta want you somewhere.
I mean, oh, I could hook
you up with my Stacey.
Are you like a butch bottom?
- A butch bottom? No, no.
You know, men hit on me all the time.
I just tell 'em I'm attracted to women.
- Wait-
- You know they don't-
That doesn't stop 'em though, right?
- Huh?
- Yeah, it doesn't.
- Wait.
You're a straight man?
- Yeah.
- On an AIDS truck?
- Mm-hmm.
- On a Saturday night?
- Yeah.
- During Black Gay PRIDE?
What? I cannot.
I cannot. Why would you do that?
- Maybe because I care about people?
- (scoffs) Nah, son, you in denial.
I don't know any straight
men that would do this.
- Well that's a limited view.
And I feel sorry for you.
- You don't know my life.
- Oh.
Oh, time's up.
You'll have your results and
then you can be on your way.
- Good.
Now give me my Butterfingers.
Waiting!
(rhythmic music)
(laughing) What?
(rhythmic music)
(rhythmic music continues)
(warped rhythmic music)
(rhythmic music continues)
(car engine humming)
- So, what you wanna talk about, huh?
- You show me.
(sensual music)
(sensual music continues)
(sensual music continues)
(phone notification beeps)
(sensual music continues)
(phone notification beeps)
(pensive rhythmic music)
(phone notification beeps)
(pensive rhythmic music continues)
(pensive rhythmic music continues)
(pensive rhythmic music continues)
(pensive rhythmic music continues)
(train tracks reverberating)
(crickets chirping)
(crickets continue chirping)
(tense music)
(dramatic music)
(upbeat music)
(singer vocalizing)
(upbeat music continues)
(singer continues vocalizing)
(upbeat music continues)
(singer continues vocalizing)
Watch, watch, watch this
(heels clicking)
(tense music)
- You gave me AIDS nigga!
- What the fuck?
- You gave me AIDS. (sobbing)
You heard me, bitch!
I should kill you and
him right the fuck now.
- What the-
What the fuck are you doing here?
I don't have AIDS!
Nigga, get the fuck out my house!
- Lies! You were sneaking
around on me and shit,
while I was faithful
to your DL faggot ass.
- What the fuck?
Yo, fuck you and this
crazy ass infected bitch!
- Yo, wait, Orlando.
- Really? It's Omari.
- Oh Lord, these niggas
ain't even using protection.
- Oh, no, no.
- Get yourself checked.
- [Jabbar] No, you trying to ruin my life!
(dramatic music)
- Ruin your life?
I just found out I'm HIV
positive and you gave it to me!
- [Jabbar] Roz.
- Hey, hey don't you
call me you, sick fuck.
Okay and if I have AIDS,
I'm calling the police.
And have your ass arrested for murder.
And you!
Who still uses the word faggot?
It's 2016 for God's sakes.
- You're right. (sobbing)
- I don't have HIV, AIDS or whatever.
Look, I get tested on the regular.
My tests always come back negative.
Baby, look, here's my
results from last week.
- I'm not your babe anymore.
That nigga is.
- I'm not really looking
for a relationship.
(pensive music)
(cymbal clashes)
- Okay, it says negative.
How I know this is real?
- Yeah, how do you know?
- It's real, y'all. Shit!
(curious music)
- I'm sorry. (sobbing)
I'm sorry.
Let it go
Let it go, go
Letting go
(Roz sobbing)
Though I know our time's running out
If we bigger to figure it out
And don't know what
(dramatic music)
I know it might hurt in the end
But you know we could just be friends
But it depends on when
You're ready to let it go
Before you hurt yourself inside
Or so you think because of pride
Can't even self-identify
Just let it go
Let it go
In this love someone always
(person knocking)
- Happy anniversary, my love.
- Yes!
Food tray.
- Yes.
- I love you, too.
Today's a big day for you.
For us.
- I'm ready.
- She ready! We ready! (laughing)
(all laughing)
(lips smack)
Now, are they ready is the question?
(gentle music)
(pills rattling)
You still Black though
You still Black
(keyboard keys tapping)
You still Black though
You still Black
And that's facts though
And what the artifacts show
Moving Earth back like a backhoe
You still Black
Black is magic
You Black to say me
I'm so black, I ain't Black, I'm Jay-Z
Black is the original MC
They got the major, we
got the skeleton key
(ambient music)
Madame
(ambient music)
Girl stop playing with that pussy
Girl stop playing with that cat
Girl stop playing with that pussy
And let me get some of that
(Rochelle groaning)
Girl stop playing with that pussy
Girl stop-
(phone notification beeps)
Playing with that cat
Girl stop playing with that pussy
- Oh my God!
- You about to come?
- I've been down here
for a longer ass minute
and my neck is hurting, baby, my neck.
- That's your problem, Deacon.
It's your tongue that should be hurting.
(ambient music)
(phone ringing)
- [Amber] Hello.
- Sis.
Guess who just RSVP'ed
to your birthday party?
- Um.
(gasps) SZA?
- No silly, rabbit. (laughing)
- Oh, you actually wanted me to guess
instead of just getting
straight to the point?
- Roz.
(dramatic music)
- Roz?
RSVP'ed for my birthday party?
Who even invited that trick?
- I invite her every year.
I mean, she's still our sister
and I knew she would just come back
into the fold one day. (laughing)
- Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam. (vocalizing)
What's that, huh? Yeah.
- Come.
Nah, baby.
- [Trenton] Huh?
- No, that one looks suss.
- Is it the blue?
- I don't like the whole thing.
(Trenton heavily sighs)
Girl!
Roz ghosted us. Okay?
She deleted all her social media,
deleted all our pics and
we had some cute ones
and we barely even talked to her! (scoffs)
She's more like our long
lost freaking cousin.
- So should I reject the RSVP?
- Nah.
My curiosity for where the fuck she been
is stronger than my utter disdain for her.
So just act surprise.
But don't be thirsty, bitch.
These hoes.
I swear I got some fake
ones here, like, oh.
Actually while we on the phone,
did you even set up the
registry that I told you about?
Because last year when you did my party,
like people was coming with wine,
like, I need a real birthday gift...
Now baby, that's it.
Yeah, baby. That's it, that's it.
Rochelle, lemme call you right back.
You know what, matter of
fact, I'll see you tonight
'cause I'm a little busy right now.
- [Trenton] That's the one?
- Baby, that's it.
- [Trenton] That's the one?
- Yeah, that's really it.
Ooh! Oh!
Um, so this is how we doing that?
Okay baby, listen we really...
(both murmuring)
(ambient music)
- Babe, I'm ready.
Come on!
- Word?
- [Rochelle] Mm-hmm.
- You know I've been
practicing my ABCs, right?
- Oh, really? Oh, all right.
Well, I'm gonna make it rain on your head.
Come on! Show me those ABCs. (laughing)
(Preston playfully groaning)
Oh!
Oh, which ABCs?
Oh, oh, okay.
- [Preston] Is it okay?
- Uh, hmm, just keep.
- [Preston] Okay. Fine.
- Just keep going. Oh.
(Preston playfully groaning)
- What's all that noise?
- [Preston] Sorry.
- Just focus.
Playing with that pussy
Let me get some of that
- Good morning, everybody.
My name is Michelle and
I'm 45 and divorced.
Yeah, um.
I first found out that I had an STD
when I met this really
cute guy with dreads.
So I'm automatically thinking,
big dick, okay. (laughing)
Because that's a huge turn on for me.
I don't know about the rest of y'all,
especially since my ex-husband
had a bald head and a snausage.
This nigga used to pee on his nuts.
(group laughing)
So basically, I knew I was
gonna have sex with this dude
because I watch a lot of Jamaican porn
and he's from Jamaica.
Like, every time we got together y'all,
I felt like I was in Montego Bay.
Every time he walked in a
room, I was like, "Shabba!"
(group laughing)
The sex was just mind
blowing, just amazing.
Like chile, it was too good to be true
'cause as soon as he left my room,
the itching started.
I was like, "Listen, listen,
Linda, listen!" (sobs)
I'm so sorry to report
right now that I have...
Crabs.
(group laughing)
- Okay.
Okay, um.
Look guys, this is a no judgment zone.
All STDs matter.
Thank you, Michelle.
Anyone else wanna share?
No?
Okay!
I'll see you guys all next week.
(people chattering)
Roslyn?
Hey!
Thank you for coming. It's been years.
Come here.
How do you feel?
- I feel like a new person.
Does everyone here not have HIV?
- Oh no.
Each person has their own issues.
We let them decide to tell or not.
- Well, tonight, I am telling my secret
about my living condition
to all my friends.
- Ah.
- That I'm HIV positive, undetectable.
Praise the Lord.
Viral low load, T-cell count high.
And I am nervous as a
motherfucker. (laughing)
- Hey, good luck on that. Yeah?
- Thanks.
- Here, I gotta go.
But enjoy the food and don't
forget to sign in, okay?
- Yeah.
(people chattering)
- Can you believe that she is over there
eating crab cakes right now?
- Stop it. She needs our support, too.
- Oh really? Does she?
Look at her.
(Roz clears throat)
(laughing) Anyway, I'm Ruth by the way.
- Hmm. Interesting.
I'm Roz. Nice to meet you.
- Absolutely.
And to be honest, I mean I did,
I heard a little bit of
what you were saying to Sly.
And I wish you all the luck tonight.
Really.
- Thank you.
- But I just want you to know
that it's nobody else's business.
- Yeah, but it's more for me than them.
I'm just tired of living in secret.
- Mm.
- Plus I mean, now that I'm undetectable
and my count's so low,
I feel like I don't
even have it. (chuckles)
- Yeah.
- So what's your vice?
- Well, Miss Undetectable.
(both chuckling)
I am HIV positive.
But you know, it's cool.
Trying to get on your level though.
You know, I trying to match
your viral load. (laughing)
You wanna give a couple
brother some T-cells?
It's cool. I'll take 'em.
Each one. Help one.
You know what I'm saying?
- (scoffs) Girl, you are too much.
- What? Wait, I'm not a girl.
I kind of-
- Chile, you know what I'm talking about.
Don't act-
(hand pounds)
- (laughing) Don't think I know.
Not sure that I do 'cause it's like,
I don't know if you like
calling men girls or?
- Listen, I live with two gay men
and they talk like that all the time.
Don't get all offended.
- Oh.
- It's fine.
- Okay, but see, I'm not a gay man.
- Hmm.
- And I'm not a girl.
So I was just trying to like-
- Wait, I'm sorry.
I just assumed you were gay.
- (laughing) That's messed up.
Actually, that's kind
of racist and biased.
And I don't know, heterophobist.
That last one wasn't really a thing.
I just made it up.
But look, when it is a thing,
I guarantee that'll be you.
(doorbell rings)
You need Jesus.
That's all I'm gonna say.
I'm gonna leave that with you right there.
Pray about it.
- Sorry!
I didn't mean it like that.
Hey
(rap music)
It's so beautiful
It's so beautiful, hey
- [Roz] Hey, guys.
Let's just go home.
Watch, "Chewing Gum."
Get drunk. Eat pizza.
- [Both] Bye, Flakey!
- [Roz] Fuck these hos.
- Roslyn Mayweather. Get outta your head.
Okay, you've been planning and
canceling this for two years.
It's time to let the cat out of the bag.
- Yep, he's right.
Look, these people
actually cared about you.
You should feel safe with them.
- Look, um, when I came out to my mom,
I just remembered how much she loves me
and cheered for me when I was younger.
And I took all that love with me
into the room when I told her.
- Really?
- Yeah, I thought your
mom actually disowned you
because she caught you
with your stepfather?
- Really, Jabbar?
She need to know that right now?
- Look Roz, remember when I
told you I was attracted to men?
- You mean two years
after we'd been married?
Hey, guys, I'm a little confused
about the purpose of all this talk.
I'm not feeling any better.
- What I was trying to say that is,
if you feel like you wanna let
something out to the world,
let it out.
Because if you don't, it'll
spread in you like a virus.
(airplane engine whirring)
- Let's feel good.
- Poor word choices, but he's right.
- Such a way with words.
Let's go.
- We're going.
- Okay.
(Jabbar heavily sighing)
- Maybe try another necklace?
(upbeat music)
(wine trickling)
- Look at you. (murmuring)
- Cut it out.
Cut it out.
Stop. You're in public, okay, okay.
Oh, okay, Preston? Preston?
- Wow, babe. (murmuring)
- Make sure you look good.
- Wow.
- Roz?
Oh my God! Come here. (exclaims)
Oh my God.
So happy to see you.
- [Roz] I'm so happy to see you.
- Amber's gonna have the
best birthday party ever.
Well, except for her first
one, okay. (laughing)
(Roz laughing)
Jabbar?
- Hi, Rochelle.
- What in the-
Are we cool with this now?
'Cause the last time I saw this fraud,
I was drafting your divorce papers.
- It looks like you two
have a lot to catch up on.
This is my fiance, Omari.
- Hello.
(upbeat music)
- Well that's a fucking plot twist.
(Rochelle scoffs)
- It's cool, Chelle.
Chill.
- She'll be okay out there?
(folk music)
- Having fun yet?
- Uh.
- No, it's totally fine.
You good?
- Yeah. This is cute though.
Super cute.
- Rosalyn?
Motherfucking Mayweather?
- Stacey?
What in the entire fuck
are you doing here?
- I'm doing fucking me, bitch.
- Okay.
- Amber and I have gotten really
close lately, so you know.
- Oh.
Well. (nervously laughs)
- Bitch, I am so mad at you
and there's nothing that you can say
that's gonna change my mind.
- You look so good tonight.
I didn't hear a word you just said.
What?
- Oh, that's a start.
- (laughing) I missed you.
- Bitch, where you been at? Huh?
I thought you died or something.
- I need a...
I'm gonna go get a drink.
- Well, bitch, don't take two
years to come back now. Huh?
(sighs) I'm so over her ass.
(pensive music)
You know, I got that sauce you want
(Amber laughing)
Ain't no need to try
- Thank you, Rochelle.
- You're welcome.
- And last but not least.
This one is from my biotch, Stacey.
Thank you.
I know you gonna come through.
- Cheers, boo.
Unlike some of y'all who
shall remain nameless.
You ain't never disappeared on me
during the hard times, baby.
- I got you.
All over you, you, you
Okay, let's see what we got.
Oh!
Damn.
Yes, Kate.
This is the first year Miss
Thing ain't buy me no sex toy.
- Well baby, you got a human-sized sex toy
right next to you, so.
You know.
- Oh. (laughing)
That's true. (laughing)
- That's the best thing
you said all night.
All over you
- Okay, look, I knew it.
I knew it!
- Don't worry about Stacey.
She's just all up in her feelings, okay?
(people chattering)
- You're good.
(people chattering)
(Amber clears throat)
- His Mandingo ass.
- Eh, well.
I have something to say.
So.
Trenton-
- Happy birthday, Amber.
(chain clicks)
Happy birthday, Amber.
I'm sorry to interrupt
your wonderful event,
but I needed to make up for
the last two birthdays I missed.
I...
Haven't been a good friend.
(camera recorder beeps)
Or soro or anything to you.
And Rochelle.
To Stacey.
All of you.
But I figured
now is as good a time for me to explain.
- Well, can it wait though?
'Cause I was just about
to make an announcement.
- If I don't do this now, I never will.
Sorry.
I swear, it'll only take a sec.
Please, Amber.
- Just sit down.
- (clears throat) Okay.
Well, ha.
Please, everyone, move
your attention to Roz.
Happy birthday to me.
Just gimme-
- Thank you.
Look.
I know it may have come as a shock
to many of you, my
appearance here today, but,
being away for so long made me realize
just how much I missed my squad and,
made me know that
I should never ghost the
people that know and love me.
I just wanted everyone to know that
I am a positive,
Black woman.
(Preston clapping)
- Well, that explains that
natural wig. (laughing)
(group murmuring)
- Oh.
- That's not funny.
- That's not funny.
(people chattering)
- That's not funny.
- [Attendee] Somebody had say it.
- To positivity.
Team no negativity.
Girl, you ain't have to announce all that.
- She surely didn't.
And so my turn. Um.
- No, no, no.
But you guys aren't
understanding what I'm saying.
Two years ago on this very day, I died.
I figuratively died.
So I guess in a certain way,
today is my birthday too,
Amber (nervously chuckles),
because I didn't realize that
I was being reborn.
- Oh, praise, Jesus.
Mm-hmm. Amen.
(Rochelle whispering indistinctly)
- And.
Ironically, or oddly,
Jabbar and Omari took me in
and brought me back to life.
(tense music)
I can't do this.
(tense music)
Now when I say that I'm living,
I am living
with
HIV.
(tense music)
I am
an HIV
positive Black woman.
(tense music)
- You are so brave.
- Thank you, Queen.
- Need a refill?
- Listen, I understand if
you have a lot of questions.
- I'm just trying to process it all
and I do have a lot of questions.
- It's totally fine.
My counselor has prepared me for this.
Shoot.
- Well, we've barely heard
from you in several years,
and I've been through a lot of shit, Roz.
And you pop up to my
30th birthday, randomly.
(gentle music)
It was supposed to be a time of love
and celebration for my landmark year.
- I didn't mean to.
- I'm sorry that you got HIV
and I assume that these past years
were probably really hard for you.
(gentle music)
But you're doing what you've always done.
You hijack me and my
guests for your pity party?
I was supposed to get
engaged tonight, by the way.
And I just decided, "Oh,
the mood is not right."
- I'm so sorry.
I had no idea.
Had I known, even in the slightest,
I never would've, I never-
- Look.
Don't get me wrong,
I am really sorry for everything.
But you couldn't have picked-
- I'm not asking you to feel sorry for me.
- Well, what do you want, Rosalyn?
I haven't even heard of
people getting that shit
since like the early 2000s.
- That's not fair.
I don't have AIDS.
I have HIV and it's undetectable.
It's like I don't even have it.
- So you don't have AIDS?
- No.
It's HIV.
And it's undetectable.
- Girl. What is the difference?
I mean, actually look.
Nevermind.
I read somewhere that
people who have HIV can have it forever
and live for years.
- Mm-hmm.
- And no one will know.
And I hope that's the
case for you. I really do.
I hope that they find a cure.
My uncle,
he wasn't afforded the same privileges.
So you're already doing better than many.
- I'm sorry, I didn't, I
didn't know about your uncle.
- But what you need to realize is
you need to do more
than heal your own body
because you and I,
our friendship,
that is undetectable, too.
(people chattering)
(Amber scoffs)
(people chattering)
(mellow music)
(mellow music continues)
(fingers snap)
- So y'all called me here to stare at me?
- Well, I just wanna
apologize for the other night.
I was being a first rate bitch.
- Second rate.
- Oop.
That's fine.
Go ahead, Amber.
- I called you because I felt
like I wasn't being empathetic
and I was also in my
own emotions that night.
But thinking back,
I am embarrassed.
Like my girl is over here dying
and I'm worried about some nigga.
- Okay.
That's a lot to unpack.
Um.
I'm not dying.
I am living
with HIV.
And I don't need your sympathy.
- Empathy. I said empathetic.
- Empathetic means you can relate
because you've been through
this situation before.
Have you had HIV?
- You know what I mean. Damn!
Okay, I am trying to apologize here.
I was mad and angry,
because I feel like I lost my best friend.
My sister.
Like you just disappeared.
And we didn't have any
explanation from you.
Now you're back and,
you're different.
And...
I just don't know if I'll
ever get her back again.
- Can I tell you something?
I think we really don't know how to react.
I mean, you're the first
person that I know that has it.
I don't know what we can say or ask.
I mean like if you cough,
should we be worried or not?
(Amber scoffs)
You know?
And we're hurt that you removed
yourself from our lives.
We felt like we could be here for you
and help you get through it.
- Yeah. Can we at least try?
I wanna be here for you.
- I appreciate y'all,
but I don't need to get through this
because I'm already on
the other side. (chuckles)
I'm fine.
I just want my squad back.
And I don't always wanna talk about "it."
Let's talk about the hottest
new TV shows right now.
Fucking Donald Trump.
- No.
- Let's talk about sexiest man buns
on "Insecure" right now.
- Oh my God.
- Anything besides my situation.
- Yeah, that Trump guy.
Oh my goodness. He's so
cray cray. (laughing)
Wait, hold up.
Are you gonna lose your HIV
benefits because of Trump Care?
- [Amber] (sighs) Oh my gosh.
- Oh my God.
- [Amber] Yes, that's right.
- She has a preexisting condition.
- Exactly. Because remember Obamacare.
(both chattering)
- How are we gonna get some money
for her to go to the hospital?
- [Rochelle] GoFundMe the treatment.
(Amber gasps)
GoFundMe. Yes.
GoFundMe.
- GoFundMe.
And Trenton can dance if you give so much.
- [Rochelle] Yep, yep, yep, yep.
- [Amber] I'll give a thousand dollars.
- [Rochelle] Oh my God, yes.
- [Amber] A thousand dollars, a woman.
- [Rochelle] That's a good idea.
- [Rochelle] But what we call it.
- Poz Roz. Poz Roz.
- We're gonna make this better.
- Poz Roz.
- We're so happy you're back.
- [Amber] We came up with something
and I think we can help her.
- [Rochelle] I think we can do it.
- I told you we could
be here for you, girl.
- I know, girl. We got this.
We're you're friends.
- Three amigos.
Don't ever do it again.
- You guys!
(mellow music)
I just want to say
Hey, hey
I just wanna say
Hey
(Roz humming)
- Hi!
Hmm-hmm.
- [Jabbar] You okay, Roz?
- I feel like coming out last night
really just lifted a
weight off my shoulder.
- Well, it ain't exactly go smoothly.
You wanna talk about it?
- Nope!
Babes. I get it now.
The pressures of coming out
to your friends and shit.
And me.
- You want me to make
you breakfast, babes.
- Damn. Okay.
I feel special.
- I always treat you special.
- Well I just wanted to
thank you guys so much
for helping me through
last night and just,
I love you both.
(Jabbar laughs)
So!
Now that we're cohabitating,
I wanna earn my keep.
I want to pay you guys rent!
We can split it three ways.
- Ah, yeah, that's gonna
be a problem for us.
- No, actually what he really means is
that we possibly couldn't take your money.
- Aw.
- It's like how about you get
acclimated to the workforce,
find you a job
and then we could talk
about living arrangements.
- You ain't gotta tell me twice.
Listen, I'm going to work so
hard on my t-shirt designs!
Man.
Y'all my best friends, for real.
- (laughing) We got you.
- Salut!
Cheers.
(gentle music)
Cheers!
(gentle music)
(tense gentle music)
(reflective music)
- Sometimes you forget about it.
You may be sitting laughing
or walking down Rodeo
or Robertson
or Times Square
or Bumble Fuck, North Carolina
and just get a sip of coffee somewhere,
alone but not lonely.
Sometimes you just forget.
(reflective music)
Then, you catch a quick
glimpse of yourself
in a window
or a rear view mirror
or the side of a building
and you're like,
"Wow.
That's me.
Yes, me."
(group exclaiming)
That is Rosalyn Mayweather.
In the flesh.
You a sexy bitch. (laughing)
(group laughing)
Then, you remember
that
ravaging your body
and flowing through your veins is
tainted blood,
something that can kill you,
if not physically,
then psychologically.
And you wonder
just how this life
ever fit into your plans.
And then! (chuckles)
Then you realize just how
blessed you actually are
because people die of a bunch of diseases
and accidents and just
naturally every damn day.
- Yes. Yep.
Mm-hmm.
- Then you thank God
just for being here,
alive and present
and not getting hit by a bus
staring at your sexy ass reflection.
(group laughing)
Because that can kill you, too. (laughing)
Yeah.
(group clapping)
(group cheering)
(pillow thuds)
(lips smack)
- (laughing) We got
the house to ourselves.
We can be as loud as we want.
- So why can't we always
be as loud as we want?
Hmm?
It's our house.
- Ew. Attitude.
- We agreed that after
Amber's birthday party,
we would give Roz notice.
Now when did you change our mind?
- That was before she
offered us the money.
We can use the savings for our wedding.
- You're the one who wanted
a destination wedding.
- Is this about Roz or
the wedding that I'm paying for?
- Oh, oh, we're going there?
I just...
I want you back.
I want my man back.
I'm not 19 anymore.
I don't have to sneak and
have sex in my own house,
like we're at Union Station circa '96.
If I wanna fuck, I wanna fuck anytime
as loud and as quiet as I want
without considering
fucking Roz's feelings!
Fuck her feelings!
This is our house.
- I don't like this you.
You talk to me when you
get your mind right.
(Omari scoffs)
(pillow thuds)
(Omari sighs)
(people chattering)
- Hey Roz, I just wanna say big
ups to you and your journey.
- Thank you, Michelle. Same to you.
- I can't imagine how
hard it must have been
telling all your old
flames about your status
'cause when I told my Les that I had lice,
I couldn't even use the word crabs, girl.
That sounds so nasty
because I like to eat it hot and juicy.
So I ain't trying to
mess up my experience.
But he was trying to make it
seem like I gave it to him.
I was like, "Uh-uh, no boo."
Now you know I use Aveno
and that shit is expensive.
Ain't nothing dirty on me.
- Right.
- So he got it together.
We got that daggone stuff off of him.
It was a whole lot of
hair that had to come off.
It took hours and hours.
It was so much hair,
you'd have thought we
was in head of musical
except nobody was singing.
So I can totally relate
to what you going through.
- Mm-hmm.
What you mean, "Tell all my old flames?"
- Tell all your old boos, your past loves.
You gotta let them all know.
They gotta know that you're...
That you have HIV.
- I don't know about all that.
I'm trying to move forward. Not backwards.
- Roz, sometimes moving
backwards is moving forward.
(feet scuffling)
- Hey, Rosalyn.
Um, I am so inspired
(gentle music)
and happy for you to be in this group.
You really raised the vibrations.
(gentle music)
- Oh you got it bad.
- What?
Sylvester?
That's like my teacher.
- Hmm.
- Uncle.
(Ruth exclaiming)
- Right.
'Cause that first name basis
that you on is real cute.
Sylvester!
The rest of us just call him Dr. Stevens.
- Do you have a point?
- No.
Just be careful.
- Hey, Ruth.
- You know, actually I would love to
but I've got other plans.
My schedule's so full
right now, so I gotta go.
- Boy, bye.
How do you tell your
partners about your status?
The ones that we got to?
Even if they don't ask?
I mean like old people.
How did you tell your ex-girlfriend?
- Well, it's different for me, Roz.
- How so?
- Well, I tell you about the whole story
over dinner, drinks, you and I, together.
You know?
(gentle music)
- You can't be serious
for like two seconds?
Bye, nigga.
(dramatic music)
(electronic music)
Hey
(electronic music)
Hey
(electronic music)
(printer whirring)
Hey
(electronic music)
(printer whirring)
Hey
(electronic music)
(printer whirring)
This universe is ours
Ours
With you it's okay
We can do what we want
Well, okay
Oh yeah
Yeah
Oh yeah
Okay
Hey
( electronic music)
- [Michelle] Tell all your
old booze, your past loves.
You gotta let them all know.
They gotta know that you're...
That you have HIV.
What I need is way more potent
Than carnations or some poises
Pick the petals, light them up
And let them fill you up
(electronic rhythmic music)
(phone notification beeps)
Hey
You got money and fast cars
(upbeat music)
(upbeat music continues)
(upbeat music continues)
- What's up, Roz?
- Hey, Wilberto.
- Surprised to hear from you.
I didn't think you mess
with me like that no more.
- (laughs) Well, I've just
been focused on self-healing.
- Yeah.
Join that club. (chuckles)
- You look good.
- Yeah?
You do, too.
How's life?
- Could be better. Could be worse.
- Tell me about it.
It's like every time
I log on social media,
somebody R&Ping something.
- Man.
- I guess you heard about my condition.
That's why you're here, right?
- Your condition?
- I'm dying.
(ominous music)
- It was you?
- Huh? Me?
My cancer?
Yeah, that's why I
stopped playing football,
started working on my comic book writing.
- Oh, thank God. Cancer.
- Wait, what?
- No, I didn't mean it like that.
I don't know what to say.
- It's really nothing to say.
Doctor said six months, a year, maybe two.
I thought you knew that.
That's why you're here, right?
- I wanted to tell you
that I'm rooting for you
and I'm really sorry about your condition.
- I appreciate that, you know?
But at the end of the day,
all I could do is, you know,
just live my best life 'cause...
I ain't going back and
forth with these niggas
I'm living my best life
- Hey!
(both exclaiming)
Damn.
You look good though.
- Thank you.
- Skin all flawless.
(sensual music)
You, um.
You single?
- Yes.
No.
That's why I came here.
- When was the last time you got some?
- 2016.
It's been a while.
- It's been a while?
(lips smack)
- Man. It's been a while.
- [Wilberto] I could change that for you.
(rhythmic music)
- I wanted to tell you
something about me though.
I'm...
- Look, Roz.
Whatever it is, I don't care.
Just live in this moment with me.
Fuck me one more time before I die.
(car engines whirring)
- All right, here we go, y'all.
One for you.
- Thank you.
- Ah-huh. And one for you.
Alright, so here we go.
We have your classic vanilla cake
with your traditional American
whipped white frosting.
It's my favorite.
And our red velvet with our
white and blue confetti.
Oh, if you down with a swirl,
see, my daughter taught me that phrase.
We have a delectable marble swirl cake
with a cream cheese icing.
Oh. And right here.
That is our dark chocolate cake.
So...
What flavor you want me
to put these on top of?
- Yeah, so those aren't
even our complexion.
- Oh my God. You're right.
Well, all right, hold on.
I can just fix this real quick
and make a real quick adjustment
for y'all Black love birds.
One second right here.
- Look, it's fine. It's fine.
We get the gist.
Thank you so much.
- Yeah, that's 'cause you're not the one
who's putting up his
money for the wedding.
- What are you trying to say?
- I'm saying it's racist and
you don't have my back, so.
- Oh, I am not racist.
I swear.
I almost married a Black man.
Like all the way Black,
like Nigerian Black.
He was a Mandingo warrior.
- Okay, babe, just what cake
do you want at the wedding?
Okay, now let's turn down the wokeness
and turn up the romance.
- Let's just eat some cake.
- Pause.
- Pause? We're gay.
Why would you pause that?
(utensils clattering)
- Hmm. Hmm, yo, the
double chocolate for sure.
It's classic and it's my favorite sweet.
- This red velvet is fire though.
- Yeah, we do red velvet all the time.
We had red velvet pancakes this morning.
- Yeah and red velvet is just
chocolate cake with red dye.
- Lies!
- All right, all right, hold on.
Why don't we do something
like a half and half?
- Then that won't look like we're in sync
so we're on two different pages.
- Well, maybe we aren't.
- Okay, how about I have
some of your red velvet then.
- Okay, and I'll just eat this
since you don't need the calories.
- Trying to be funny, huh?
How about you eat this
whole damn marble cake?
(hands smooshing)
(lips smacking)
- Security!
(both laughing)
(both heavily breathing)
- Woo.
We haven't banged like that since we met.
- Ah, it was so raw. (laughing)
- And angry.
(both laughing)
- We are fucking getting married.
(pensive music)
- Yep.
(both laughing)
(both heavily breathing)
When the last time you had sex
When the last time
you had real good sex
When the last time you had sex
When the last time
you had real good sex
When the last time you get fucked
When the last time
you get real good fuck
When the last time you had sex
(Wilberto moaning)
(rhythmic music)
- Uh, you're not ask me something?
- What that mouth do? (chuckles)
- No, Will,
I mean, you just gonna have sex with me?
Like...
Trust me?
- What? You off the pill or something?
Oh, we got condoms. We safe.
(Wilberto moaning)
- Okay. I.
I have something going on.
Like you.
(rhythmic music)
I'm
kinda.
(lips smacking)
H.
I.
V positive.
- Whoa! What the fuck?
- Calm down.
- Roz, what the fuck?
- I know, I should've-
- Are you serious?
- Said something before.
- Whoa.
- But I-
- Was this before or after me?
- I'm trying to figure that out.
- Whoa. Wow!
- I um.
Look, I'm HIV positive but undetectable.
So that means the chances
of a woman passing it along
are like one in a gajillion, so.
Will, what I'm saying is like,
there's like no way I
could pass it along to you.
Really.
Will, can you please say something?
(SUV door slams)
- Look, Roz, I got a lot
of shit going on right now
and I'm not trying to risk
dying of something else, so.
You need to go.
You need to go!
(SUV door slams)
(SUV engine beeps)
(SUV engine starts)
(gentle music)
(reflective music)
(reflective music continues)
Ah
Dear old me
About your girl
You said that you were coming back
But that was a long time ago
And now you're lost
Nowhere to be found
And when you backtrack those steps
Maybe I dropped you on the ground
Or maybe I let you in that happy place
Where I use to be
Dear old me
Ah ah
Dear old me
(reflective music)
(reflective music continues)
(reflective music continues)
- This class is really grown
leaps and bounds because of you.
Like you inspire us.
- Of course.
- Hey, Sly, can we talk?
- Sorry, Michelle, you
can call me Sylvester.
- Sure. Okay.
I'm feeling kind of bad right now.
Do you...
- Shit, I didn't realize
you wanted to share.
Hey,. guys-
- No, no, no.
- Roz has an issue.
- No, this ain't for public consumption.
I kind of just needed it to
be like a one-on-one thing.
Some shit went down
and I kind of don't know
how to unpack it all.
- Look.
I can't right now.
I have something I need to pick up.
Can we just do this next week?
- (stuttering) I can,
except I can't really
wait until next week.
I kind of needed to
like talk about it now.
- Rosalyn, I have a life
outside of this group.
Class is over. I have to go.
My best advice is it's
not as bad as it seems.
It gets better!
Look, I want to hear all about it.
It just can't be now.
- Okay.
- So, uh, I hear you wanna talk?
(electronic music)
(electronic music continues)
Hop out the whip
I press start on the button
And then I pull up with something
And then I pull off with something
Hop out the whip
I press start on the button
And then I pull up with something
And then I pull off with something
Hop out the whip
I press start on the button
And then I pull up with something
And then I pull off with something
Hop out the whip
I press start on the button
And then I pull up with something
And then I pull off with something
(SUV door slams)
- I was reading this blog
the other day that said that
HIV doesn't have this stigma
like it used to have in the nineties.
And well, I thought this would be easier
like I'm undetectable.
Who don't understand that?
Basically I'm a healthy bitch.
I'm still fine as hell,
best shape I've ever been in.
And not to toot my own
horn, but I'm goals as fuck.
So anyway, he freaked out and
didn't wanna have sex with me
and now I'm sitting here wondering like
if I'll ever get some again
'cause I'm going on two years leave now.
(dramatic music)
- Mm-hmm.
Yeah, it sucks. (scoffs)
Lemme just tell you,
uh, you are fucked up.
- If this is a setup for
one of your lame ass jokes,
nigga, I don't have time today.
- No, no, man,
'cause like you, you clearly,
you don't even realize
how messed up it is that
you're walking around here
talking about how undetectable you are
compared to other people who have HIV
or even full-blown AIDs.
- You know that's not what I-
- No, no, no.
It's like, "Oh, I'm deserving
of love and attention
and respect because I
have less of a viral load
than other motherfuckers."
- That's not what I am. You know-
- Yes, it really kind of is.
Not to mention that you disappeared
from your whole crew
for like two whole years
and then just popped back up
and dropped a bombshell
on everybody you know,
and then just expected
everything to be the same.
- Why do you hate me so much?
Damn.
- Look.
Roz.
Hey, I am interested in you.
- Ruth!
- Okay? No, I am.
- Get away from me.
- I'm serious. All right?
But dang, the way you've going
on about old dude over here
and how you're about to bang him
makes me feel like you think
I'm like the gay BFF or something.
- Oh my God.
- And I'm definitely not that, all right?
But I feel like you've already
put me in the friend zone
already and I know what that feels like.
Trust me.
That's been happening to
me like my whole life.
I was born with HIV so I
know what it feels like
when a girl is brushing me to the side.
I just never thought that
another positive person
would do that to me.
- Okay.
- Okay!
I'm cool. You cool?
Let's date, you know?
We'll have some fun together,
you know what I mean?
- Ruth, fuck you, okay?
You turn this whole shit into you,
this is not about you.
I asked to talk to you because I'm hurting
not because of your hurt
feelings about being rejected.
- Okay, so you want to date or not?
- (laughing) I got my
own issues to deal with.
(electronic music)
(rhythmic music)
- We should go run some laps then instead.
- [Roz] All right.
(rhythmic music)
(rhythmic music continues)
(door slams)
(rhythmic music continues)
- Sylvester.
- What the shit? What the fuck?
Get the fuck up outta here!
And close the damn door!
(ominous music)
- You're not about to
poke me with that shit.
- Oh no, no.
This is just remnants of the old way
that we used to do things.
Get out!
(ominous music)
(Sylvester grunting)
(door bangs)
(door slams)
(air whooshes)
- What the fuck is today?
(light music)
(birds chirping)
- Good morning.
- Morning.
- You need one of these?
- Hell yeah, make it a White Russian.
- I got you.
- Big day is coming up.
- [Jabbar] Yeah, I know.
We chose our wedding cake.
- Ooh, what kind y'all getting?
- [Jabbar] Marble and cream cheese.
- That's the kind that we got though.
- Is it?
- Hell yeah, Jabbar.
I mean, it's cool though, but damn.
- Nah, that's not cool.
Look, I'll change it.
- Change what, babes?
- Oh man.
Yeah, so, uh,
I sort of kind of forgot
that the cake that we
ordered is the same cake
me and Roz had at our wedding.
- Okay, shit.
How do you not know this?
- See, that's what I'm saying.
- Uh, I forgot.
- It's no big deal.
It, it wasn't even real.
It didn't even count.
Thanks, my friend.
- What do you mean?
- It wasn't real.
Y'all are real, right?
- Yeah, of course.
- I gotta go to class.
(light music)
- Hey, what's going on y'all?
So, uh, I hate my mom.
Yeah, yeah.
No, no one really says that, right? Ever.
I mean, especially in the
Black community, right?
I mean, we are not supposed to say that.
Just don't hear it.
I mean, we love our mamas.
No question about it.
We love our mamas.
Yeah.
But we are allowed to hate
our daddies though, you know?
And I tell you, if I knew
who mine was, oh boy,
I'd have a special kind of
hate for that motherfucker too.
But anyway, I was saying I hate my mom.
I know, I know, I know.
Hey, she gave me life. I get it.
But she also gave me HIV.
Hmm, y'all got serious all of a sudden.
What's the hush falls over the crowd?
Don't worry. Shit.
Not like I got it from
sleeping with her or anything.
I'm not R. Kelly. Geez.
Yeah, I was, I was born with it.
I was born with it. Yeah.
That's how I ended up sitting alone
in the cafeteria, like forever.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I was basically AIDS boy.
Yeah.
So, fuck my mom for
passing this shit to me.
Right? (laughs)
Well guys, thank you.
I, I appreciate you, uh, listening.
This is, yeah, my new standup.
I'm just working it out.
(group clapping)
So room full of people with herpes
and nobody wants to laugh at an AIDS joke.
Judgy much?
Right?
Oh damn.
So you still salty?
Okay. Go ahead and be thirsty.
- We need to talk.
- No, we don't need to do anything.
- Do your superiors know
about your little habit?
'Cause I'm questioning
your leadership here.
How do I know you're not
fucking up diagnoses?
Damn nigga! Ow!
What the fuck?
Who hell do you think you are?
- Sit your ass down.
Sit.
- I'm only doing it because
this chair looks comfy as hell.
And you might have some
crack needles over there
and I ain't trying to get
stabbed in this bitch.
- Look, um,
I'm not proud of what you saw me doing,
but that has nothing to do with my job
and for real, for real.
That's none of your business, Rozzlyn.
- Oh really?
So you doing dope
on the government's dime ain't
got shit to do with nothing?
You betrayed me.
- You?
So all this shit's about you?
I'm the one who's struggling like fuck
dealing with my addiction,
but all of a sudden this shit's about you?
- Look, I just see you differently now.
Like, I could never unsee what I saw
and my feelings for you have changed.
- But you got feelings for me?
What? You in love with me?
- What?
- Listen, you created this
fantasy in your head about me
and I get it.
I'm the one who delivered the news
to you about your condition
and you developed this type
of reactive attachment syndrome to me.
And you're attracted to me.
I mean, well shit, look at me.
Look at me.
Now you've sat there and
bragged about yourself
being undetectable maybe for
me to hear and you feel like,
damn, if anybody can understand
my predicament, it's you.
And you feel like maybe just maybe
that I am the man for you.
I mean, you see yourself
with a smart, educated,
real man like myself, clean as fuck,
who supports you, looks past your flaws.
And you can live a
happily ever after life.
Well, I'm sorry to burst
your bubble, sweetheart,
but that shit ain't happening.
I am not your man.
And I don't have to answer to you.
My only job is to make sure
you understand your disease
so you don't kill yourself
or anyone else with it.
Speaking of, I'm off the clock
and I'm ready to shoot
some more fucking dope.
Well, you care to join me?
(dramatic music)
(upbeat music)
Girl, you got that brown skin
Yeah
Girl, you got that brown skin
That's right
Girl, you got that brown skin
Brown skin
Brown, brown skin
Yeah, yeah
Girl, you got that brown skin
Brown skin
You know I love that brown skin
Brown skin
Girl, you got that brown skin
Brown skin
Brown, brown skin
Yeah, yeah
- Oh.
Oh, Preston, that feels so good.
Thank you my love.
- You need to release some tension.
You've been in them
books all day every day.
- Mm, I know.
I gotta get it right this time.
I'm basically fucked.
Now all my classmates are
practicing law except for me.
- Well, you don't need to
compare yourself to them.
I mean all your classmates
still single as fuck
and you got yourself a king, baby.
Come on.
- That part.
- (sighs) Alright.
- I'm sorry.
Hey, it's the stress.
- That's what I'm here for
to help you relieve some stress.
Girl, you got that brown skin
- For real, babes.
I wanna be practicing law next year.
- Okay.
Okay.
(cellphone buzzing)
(text message whooshes)
(Preston sighs)
(keyboard clacking)
(text message whooshes)
- Hey babe?
- Yes?
- You were right.
I do need a release.
- Word?
Aight, I got you baby.
You gonna get this dick tonight, baby.
Woo!
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight
Tonight, tonight,
tonight, tonight, tonight
- What are you doing?
- Um, nothing.
What are you doing?
- I'm grabbing my keys.
I'm taking your advice
and going to release a
little tension with Roz.
- Are you fucking serious?
I mean, Lord, forgive me,
but, but damn it, Rochelle.
- She's sick.
She needs me.
I don't know how much longer
she's gonna be around.
(light R&B music)
(Preston muffled screaming)
(water splashing)
(chill ambient music)
- Man, why can't days always be like this?
- I know. My god.
- Only thing better would
be a "Scandal" marathon.
Go Olivia. Go Fitz.
- Nah, "How to Get Away
with Murder" for sure.
Ooh, "Insecure."
- Mm-hmm.
- That'd be the one.
Shots, shots, shots,
shots, shots, shots
Shots, shots, shots
- Okay.
- Ooh.
- I bought a couple of,
I put some forks in a couple of 'em
for the grown and bougie.
- Okay. Alright.
Let's see what you got.
This looks good.
- I know.
Best butts on TV, ladies.
Who's your favorite butt?
- Oh my god, Tasha.
Tasha's body is everything.
- I guess.
I was thinking more that
African looking motherfucker.
Them cheeks look like two gorillas
making love in the
jungle to bowling balls.
(friends laughing)
- I like that tall,
skinny one with the donk.
What's his name?
- Andrew.
- Uh-uh, Lawrence.
- Lawrence!
- Yes.
- That's right.
- Oh.
Let me ride that donkey, donkey
Hey
Let me ride that donkey, donkey
Hey
(friends laughing)
- What did you put in this?
- Everything.
- Sounds problematic.
- Mm-hmm.
- It will be.
- Well, turn up.
What's it gonna take for
you to come out tonight
Where you at, yeah
How you like that, how you like that
- I see you still teaching capoeira.
Got enough energy to fight me?
- So you're back in LA?
- Yeah, I've been traveling all over.
You know Brazil, South
Africa, Spain, Ghana.
- Mr. Travel Noir.
Sounds like an expensive habit.
How you paying for that?
- I've learned it from you.
How you paying for that
nice house you live in?
Yeah, I did my research.
Anyways, you inspired me.
- So I inspired you?
'Cause the last thing
I remember you saying
is I was holding you back.
You know I've been trying to
get ahold of you for a minute.
We got some unfinished business.
- Hey, nice ring.
I see you moved on up in the world.
Oh, but hey, I don't wanna get in the way,
but how much is he worth to you?
(suspenseful music)
(upbeat music)
- Oh, those Jell-O shots
are starting to kick in.
I'm starting to see stuff.
- I see like,
20 spirits all around that.
- I see your ancestors.
- [Roz] Wakanda forever.
- Wakanda forever. (laughs)
- No, honestly, thanks
so much for coming today.
I missed you so much.
I just wanna be sisters again.
- Hey, I miss you too.
- [Roz] Yeah?
- Yo, your friend Michelle?
This is a dope ass place.
- Bruh, I'm trying to tell you.
- Listen.
- Shit don't make no sense.
- Man, I needed this.
I just don't wanna think, you know?
(both sighing)
Hey Roz?
- [Roz] Mm-hmm?
- I have some questions about, you know.
- Nope, I don't wanna
answer any questions.
I just, I don't want it brought up.
No more questions about shit.
No more goddamn questions.
I think I'm gonna need
another Jell-O shot.
Michelle?
Michelle?
Shots, shots, shots!
(mysterious music)
(oil sizzling)
- Oh, hell yeah.
- This is like the best idea
we have had in a long time.
You got my change?
- Oh shit. Yeah, I forgot.
- I give you $100 though.
- Yeah, I forgot.
- Omari, I asked you for animal style.
You know that's the only way I like it.
- Oh damn. I, I'm sorry.
My bad, man.
- Your bad, dude.
It's a simple order.
- Okay, do you want me to go back in?
- I just don't understand
how you mess up a simple
order like animal style.
- Okay, coming from the guy who
forgot his own wedding cake.
- You know, if there is a wedding.
This energy just ain't right.
- My dude, do you wanna marry me or not?
- Do you wanna marry me?
- I'm wearing the ring you gave me.
I moved in, like I love you.
Of course I wanna marry you, fool.
But just you.
Not you and Rozzlyn.
Do you love me?
- Yes, I love you.
I love you.
I love you, Omari.
I love you. Of course.
- Wow. That sounded like
a debate in your head.
- Look, things used to be so sweet.
Now we just go back and
forth with this banter.
I mean, only time we actually
fuck is when we're angry.
This can't be healthy.
- Or when Roz isn't home.
Look, we have to start
over, babes, without her.
- Why does everything
with you go back to her?
- Look, if you want me to
walk down that aisle with you,
you need to get rid of Rozzlyn, okay?
Not, not just from the
house, but from your mind.
Hey, what happened to
her is not your fault.
It's not your job to save her.
I'll go get your animal style.
(light R&B music)
- Hey.
- Oh, hey love.
Uh, can we talk?
- You okay, Jabbar?
- Yeah, I just want to talk to you,
see how you be's and stuff, you know?
- I'm good.
I feel reinvigorated.
Finally feel like I
can see the other side.
- Okay, um, word.
What does that mean?
- It means I am back, bitch.
I'm gonna get my shit together
and be the Roz you remembered
when you first fell in love with me.
Get my T-shirts on Amazon off the ground
and just find my Black girl magic again.
- Okay, okay.
I see you. I see you.
You just glowing this shit, right?
- Just letting it go and accepting.
So why you got me in the
middle of the living room?
Like it's "Get Out" or something?
- I'm gonna need you to get out, bitch.
(both laughing)
(both sighing)
Um, yeah, I'm just, I'm just kidding.
Forget about it. It's no big deal.
- Good, because a bitch
is tired and loose.
Goodnight boo. I love you.
Oh, hey Omari.
Goodnight!
(dramatic music)
- Thank you two dedicated,
diligent members
for showing up today.
I don't really know who you are,
so I hope you're supposed to be here
and you ain't wearing a wire or something.
But Ruth, thank you.
You know, when I first met you,
I thought your name was Roof like R-O-O-F
'cause we from the DC
area, we don't say Ruth.
We say Roof and I never
met a man named Ruth.
Ruth, Ruth.
So thank you for coming.
If there's one thing I
learned from this whole fiasco
is the clap has like, 20 frigging strains.
So one shot doesn't even
help with the other strains.
Why don't mothers teach
their daughters this?
You know, I'm gonna do exactly
as Sylvester said from now on.
I'm gonna inspect the dick
and use a condom.
Duh.
Hey, where is Sylvester anyway?
This place is pretty sad looking
and I don't know who you
are, but you fine as hell.
So we can talk about what
disease you have, you know,
we'll go through Google
and check out what it means
and the best course of
action 'cause you fine.
You know, see just how
contagious it all is
because I'm willing to work with you.
That's how good you look.
And if you already taken,
hook me up with one of your homeboys
'cause all I need to know
is where the party at.
Niggas is on the way. (laughs)
Where the Bacardi at?
(solemn music)
Because I likes my Bacardi.
(keyboard clacking)
(text messages whooshing)
(keyboard clacking)
(text message whooshes)
(cellphone clatters)
- Who was that?
- Oh, just a student from today.
- Oh, which one?
- Huh?
- Which student?
- A new one. You don't know him.
- Okay, what did he say
to make you so upset?
- Jabbar, stop.
- Yo.
Hey, yo. What the hell, man?
Hey, you missed group.
I mean, there wasn't even
any food there, my dude.
- Yo, I missed one class and
I'm getting lectured by you?
- No, look man, I, I just came in
because the last time I saw Roz,
she came out of this
office and she was crying
and she hasn't been
back to the group since.
So now I'm wondering what
the fuck did you do to her?
- Yo, hold up, bro.
What, what did I do to her?
Now I'm a trained professional.
I know how to handle fragile
ass women like Rozzlyn.
Nah, she needs to be looking
for answers within her, not within me.
What is that Psychology 101?
Or is that physiology?
Man, I don't fucking know, man.
Leave me alone. I'm high as fuck.
- Goddamn it. You back on that shit?
- Yo, watch your mouth.
This is my office, my safe place.
- Man, you're supposed to
be done with that, bro.
- Yo, get up outta my office
with that accusatory and judgmental tone.
Least you forget.
- Least I forget what?
- Look, okay, I'm not
trying to go there with you.
I'm, I'm a little fucked up.
I admit that shit.
So I am not trying to go there with you.
- What? Go there.
Hmm?
Look, I'm not Roz, okay?
You can't send me outta here crying.
- Why? Why?
Why are you so concerned with Roz, huh?
Oh, wait, wait, wait.
You, you trying to get into her
dirty little panties, aren't you, huh?
- Stop it. Stop it.
- Oh, Ruth is in love
with Ms. Undetectable.
- Just stop it, man.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
You guys going to get together
and exchange viral loads?
How fucking cute.
- I said shut the fuck up, alright?
- Oh, you mister I'm not going to cry.
Well, I see a fucking tear, don't I?
Look, I'm, I'm a trained professional.
I get paid to make niggas cry, huh?
Now what you going to do
when she find out how you really got HIV?
Talking about you was born with that shit.
Brother, you lucky I
don't blow up your spot.
Your junkie ass is clean
for two fucking years
and you coming in here
and telling me I need to clean up my act?
Bitch, if you had gone to
that needle exchange program,
your ass would be clean right now.
- No. No, I am clean!
I'm not dirty!
You ain't even supposed
to use words like that!
You know that Sylvester.
- You want to keep up the
lie, go right the fuck ahead.
I don't judge.
Shit, saying you was born with that shit
should get you some mad fucking pussy.
Bro, but leave me the fuck alone.
Now I am not perfect and neither are you.
Now bounce.
Unless you trying to get
some of this Belushi.
- Fuck you, man!
- No nigga, fuck you.
(upbeat dance music)
- Can we go to some place
that's less ratchet?
Why are we here?
- Well, we got pussies. They got dicks.
You need any more reason?
- Okay and we got dollars, baby.
- I am not complaining, Amber.
- I thank you, Roz.
I mean it's time that
we just have fun again
before adulting made
us so freaking serious.
- Oh, there's Trenton.
- Hey, hey, ladies, ladies, welcome.
Y'all ready for a show?
- Oh, we see you.
- Girls.
- Well, you know I came to see my boo.
Watch these hoes and get a free lap dance!
- Okay.
- That's the job.
- Yes, whatever, AnaWakanda.
I know what I signed up for.
Plus Roz needs to get back
into the straight world for a day.
See some dicks that actually
want to be inside her.
- That part.
- Well check this out, ladies, and you.
You guys enjoy the show tonight.
Baby, I need to get oiled up
and I need to get fluffed.
Excuse us.
- So that duty calls.
- Okay.
(Trenton's hand smacks)
- Oh!
- Ooh!
- Okay, okay.
- Oh.
- I'm going home.
- I'm gonna listen.
- What the fuck?
(crowd cheering)
(sensual R&B music)
(Amber clears throat)
- Damn Stacey, there's other dancers.
- Girl, I'm trying to help y'all out
with that mortgage payment.
Full frontal.
- Oh, just like old times.
- Yeah, except there not being
doctors and lawyers anymore.
- That's very true.
So what about you? Any prospects?
- Oh me?
Nah, I'm just enjoying myself right now.
What about you?
When you and Preston
gonna make me a godmother?
- Oh shit.
God, I guess we gotta
have sex first, right?
- Oh damn.
Everything cool at home, girl?
- Yeah, yeah.
I'm just, I'm playing.
I just wanna, just wanna
tell you something.
Let you know how I'm
feeling and shit, I dunno.
- Okay.
- [Announcer] Coming to the stage
straight from the Jabari tribe of Wakanda.
- Wakanda, okay!
- [Announcer] M'Backout because he's ready
to blow that back out.
(sensual R&B music)
(crowd cheering)
(sensual R&B music)
(crowd cheering)
- You okay?
- Yes.
- Tonight was lit, babe.
You was Mr. Popular.
- You know I gets it in.
- I just had a thought bubble.
You should do Omari and
Jabbar's bachelor party.
Keep the money in the family.
- Hell yeah, I'm with that.
You all right?
- You think so?
- Yeah, you know.
You okay?
- Yeah, it's cool.
- Anybody seen Roz?
- Nah.
(Roz clears throat)
- M'Backout?
- My show's over, sweetheart.
Unless you want that midnight special.
- Um, no, we know each other.
- Oh hey, Roz, right?
- Yeah. Do you remember me?
- Yes I do.
- So this is what you do now?
- Yeah, I got college loans.
Plus I got a big dick, so yeah.
- You just stated major facts.
- Bye!
- Facts.
- Bye ladies.
- It's a lot bigger than I remember.
- (laughs) Nah, ain't nothing changed.
Shit.
- Bye!
- Bye M'Backout.
- Bye ladies.
Mm.
Man, one night of ecstasy
and you was like James St. Patrick, homie.
Straight ghost.
- Yeah, um, I was under stress.
My husband had just left me
and I needed a stress reliever.
Sorry.
- Oh, is that why you out
here with me right now?
Because I can cancel my Uber and?
- No, actually this
may be awkward as fuck.
I have something to tell you.
And I, I don't want you to be scared.
It's, um, it's just not
easy to say out loud.
I have, I was recently diagnosed with,
um, I, uh-
- Look, I already know.
- You do?
- Yeah, I think it's fucked up.
- How do you know?
- Trenton showed me the video.
- Trenton's showing folks?
I don't want the whole world to know.
What if my mom sees that video?
- Wait, you haven't told your family yet?
- I gotta go.
I just, I just wanted to
make sure you're okay.
Have you been tested?
- Hell yeah.
No, H to the I to the V. Yeah.
Here's my card.
If you want M'Backout to blow
that back out, holler at me.
'Cause I ain't scared.
Nah, I ain't scared at all.
- Hey, there you are.
What, what is you doing?
Can you gimme a ride home?
- Mm-hmm.
- Let's go.
- What's up, baby?
How much we looking at?
- Enough.
- Yeah?
So you wanna finish that
fluffer job you started earlier?
- So I, I have a question.
Can you sit over here?
- (sighs) Sure.
Alright.
What's up, Amber?
Talk to me.
- Well, you seemed pretty excited
to do Omari and Jabbar's bachelor party.
- Hell yeah.
You know how much money
them private parties
be bringing to us, babe?
- [Amber] So you know
it's not gonna be a lot
of women there, right?
- That's even better.
You know it's crazy.
The gay homies, they tip
way more than the women do.
- The gay homies?
- Yeah.
- For real?
What the fuck, Trenton?
- What? What's the problem?
They your homies. They my homies.
They our homies.
What's the problem?
- So, have you danced for men before?
- I mean, before we met I, okay,
I danced at a gay club before, yeah.
But shit, now ever since
niggas is able to get married,
I mean I get a lot more
requests for gay shit.
- No that's not-
- [Trenton] I mean it's
all the same to me.
- That's not what I'm trying to hear.
Are you gay, my nigga?
(dramatic music)
(Roz and Stacey laughing)
- Tonight was the mood as fuck.
Surprised a bitch remember where I live.
- Duh, of course I do.
- Oh baby, I can't tell.
- Stacey, must we?
- Rozzlyn Mayweather, we must.
- I know I disappeared on
you, but I'm sorry, boo.
- Girl.
It's water under the bridge.
I'm just glad that we're back together.
Besties again, right?
- Yeah sure.
I mean a lot has changed
but we can get there.
We'll work on it?
- See, that's some flaky
ass shit to say, bitch.
- Well, shit what you want me to say?
We not exactly in the same space.
- I want you to say how messed up it was
for me to find out that
my girl, my home girl,
somebody that I would completely
ride for was suffering
and I didn't know nothing about that shit.
This whole entire time,
I thought it was me being a bad friend
or that you hated me
for some strange reason.
I didn't know what the hell was going on.
Roz, I went through some
crazy ass depression
when you cut me off.
- I'm sorry, I didn't
mean to be like that.
I'm still trying to find
my way back to normal.
I am going through some
serious shit right now
in case you forgot.
- Bitch, I coulda helped you through this.
Except your ass went back to Jabbar.
It took you forever to
get over this nigga.
You remember all those nights
I held you by my side, huh?
I coulda helped you through this, babe.
It makes me wish
I would've told you
about his ass beforehand.
(dramatic music)
- No.
- No?
No? That's it?
- That's all I need to say.
Are you gay?
- No.
- See? No is all you need to say.
What's up, man?
- I'm just, I'm not
trying to end up like Roz.
It's fucked up what Jabbar did to her.
- Mm, okay.
Alright, come here.
Baby, listen to me.
Look, I love you with all my heart
and I would never betray
your trust like that.
You can trust me.
- Okay.
(sensual R&B music)
- Okay?
- Yeah.
- You can trust me.
I do have a confession to make though.
- What?
- You're the best fluffer
I've ever had in my life.
- Boy, shut up!
- You trippin'. Stop trippin'.
- Hey, I mean you know I
was crazy when you met me.
- [Trenton] Yeah.
But shit, I'm crazier though.
- Wait, what?
- Nothing babe.
Just, just forget it. Alright?
- No, nigga. Beforehand.
You...
(Roz laughing)
Don't tell me you knew
Jabbar wasn't straight?
- Yes.
- Wow!
- I know.
Yeah I knew, I knew,
but it wasn't my place to say anything.
It's gay code. I don't out anybody.
- Hold all the way the fuck up.
You claim to be my friend,
you knew my husband was gay
and ain't say shit to me?
What kind of bitch snitch
code switcheroo shit is this?
- Roz, I didn't know for sure.
I mean it was murmuring in the community
and he was spotted with Omari a few times,
but I didn't wanna make any conclusions.
- Oh shit. (laughs)
You see, this is why I disappeared.
Whenever I wanted to call you
and tell you about how
fucked up my life was,
all I could think about was that night,
the night I found out that I was sick
and I just wasn't ready to relive
that moment over and over,
and over again looking at you
and your happy fucking gay ass life.
I mean you're the one on the apps
and cruising through parks
and bathrooms and shit,
getting your back blown out
by download dick and closeted ass.
I didn't feel like I deserve this life.
And,
(Roz laughs)
I'm gonna be transparent here.
I, I know this is fucked up,
but all I can think is why
me and not fucking Stacey?
And I hate myself for thinking that.
I hate that I think that, Stace.
- That's the most fucked up
shit that I've never heard.
You're fucked up.
(solemn R&B music)
I always knew
That it would be you
- So in a few weeks
I'll be Mr. Jabbar Mayweather Armstrong.
- I'm sorry for y'all kid trying
to learn how to spell that.
(both laughing)
- Yeah, I've been meaning to ask you,
are you ever gonna go
back to your maiden name?
- Yeah, sure. Certainly.
- Cool.
- No problem.
- So listen, I was thinking about
just bringing the pants in a little more
and then tighten up the bottom.
You know, I actually
like the slim fit more.
Um, black or white?
- The black looks great.
- [Jabbar] Does it? Okay, great.
But yeah, I'm actually pretty excited.
You know, it should be pretty cool.
I think we're gonna look good together.
African or just black?
Black is slimming
'cause black makes you look a
little slim and sleek, right?
- Yeah, it's too bright.
- Yeah, I know. (laughs)
Oh my God.
We're gonna walk down like kings.
I'm so excited about it.
- You look like royalty.
- Oh, thank you.
(upbeat R&B music)
(Ruth's fist bangs)
- Fuck you!
(upbeat R&B music)
- You think I could come over,
you know, just to shit, shower, and shave
while I get back on my feet?
- Look Vincent, we need to
wrap this relationship up.
Okay?
There is nothing more I can do
for you or you can do for me.
- I'm not asking to move in.
I canceled my Magic Johnson gym membership
and that's usually where
I get myself together.
There's no shower in the car.
I'll give you what you need.
I promise.
(light music)
- Knock.
Knock, knock.
Hey!
- Oh damn. Stacey, what's up?
- Well, I was cruising the area
and I didn't get any hits on the app
so I just decided to stop by.
- Yeah, that's 'cause your fast ass
need to leave those little boys alone.
- No, they need to leave my ass alone.
Okay? (laughs)
- So what brings you in?
- What's going on with you and Roz?
- What did you do?
- Um, well, I kind of told her
that I knew you before you came out.
- What?
- It's just been weird since
you reentered her life and-
- No, no, no, no, no.
She, she reentered my life.
- Okay, look, the point is
she got some major issues, Jabbar, okay?
And she even told me
that she wishes it was me
that was HIV positive.
- Oh.
Yeah, that's pretty cold.
- Yeah, I know.
- [Jabbar] So you come all
the way here just to say that?
- Well, I was thinking why don't I
throw you and Omari a bachelor party?
(both laughing)
Yeah!
- Yes! (laughs)
Hell no.
- Come on.
- No.
- Hear me out.
I just started my new
event planning business
and this would really jump off my company.
- No.
- You owe me. Okay?
I kept our secret for
a long ass time, boy.
- Don't ever go there.
That was a mistake and it was in the park.
- Oh.
- That don't count.
- Hmm.
- Yeah, a mouth is a mouth.
- Baby, this mouth is legendary. Okay?
So I doubt you forgot that shit
and don't ever try to
play me like that again.
- Yeah, well, I've had better.
- I'm pretty sure you haven't.
So I'll be expecting that call.
(light R&B music)
(both laughing)
- I know people be like
that ain't nothing but crazy Michelle.
But I really don't know a
lot about these diseases.
I thought chlamydia was
the name of somebody's aunt
and I thought gonorrhea was
a new brand of lipstick.
I grew up Jehovah's Witness.
That's basically Amish.
I got married at 17 and
was married for 25 years.
He was older.
I only married him to get
the hell out the house.
- Oh no!
- Earl is the only man
I've ever had sex with.
I'm still wearing the damn ring.
- Really?
- Girl, there's a lot going
on out here and I gotta learn.
I really, you know, I'm, I'm confused.
I'm trying to figure out what's going on
and I gotta be careful.
- You know there is Google.
I'm just throwing that out.
- Girl, I googled burning sensation
and thought I had a brain tumor.
- Look at that.
- (laughs) Look at you.
(both laughing)
But I gotta tell you,
girl, you inspire me.
Every day you get up, get
out, and get something.
You just walk out like,
"Yeah, I got HIV and what?"
- Woo, okay.
- Come get you some.
- Yes. Awesome.
Damn girl, put all my business out there.
I'm nothing special, Chelle.
just trying to survive.
I never thought I'd say this
but I feel like my status
is the least of my problems right now.
- So how's the dating life?
- Non-existent.
- [Michelle] What?
- Girl.
- You are the dog's balls.
I know brothers be all on you.
- Not really.
- What? That is hard to believe.
But I do see how you be
looking at Sly though.
Sly and Ruth are both hot messes.
But Sly do be giving some
deep ass advice though.
He be snatching my soul.
- Actually Ruth ain't too bad.
He's a dick, but he's funny.
I like him.
- Oh okay.
Like, like him, like him?
- Shit, a man that can make
me laugh is half the battle.
- You gonna have to up your standards
'cause them comedians come
with a whole lot of drama
and they are broke as hell.
There's two levels of standup.
There's Ruth and Kevin
Hart, ain't no in between.
- Damn.
- Girl, just be careful.
- Why you say that?
You know something?
(light R&B music)
(keyboard clacking)
(text messages whooshing)
- You good?
- Yeah, just texting a friend from class.
- Is that the same friend
that was a student last week?
- Come on.
Alright. It's my friend Vincent.
- You mean your ex Vincent?
- Ex, friend.
Either way we wasn't together like that.
- Y'all wasn't together like that?
Did you not tell me this nigga
made you cry many a times.
Look, you and I don't do that
friends with exes bullshit.
- (laughs) Really?
Since when?
'Cause I seem to recall a certain ex
living in our apartment.
- That's not fair.
- It's not fair?
So you tell her today or what?
- She was having a bad day.
- Look, Vincent came to
my class a few weeks ago.
We've both gotten over each other.
There is nothing to worry about.
- Yeah.
- And I'm sure he just
so happened to pop up
and connect with exes
who are gullible enough
to let him use 'em.
- Bitch, really?
You already that dude.
I, I trusted you with your
ex freaking wife around
and I can't hang out and
catch up with an old friend?
- It's different.
- It's not different.
You're not listening to me.
How you feel about Vincent?
- Man look, have some compassion for once.
I'm just gonna say it.
I don't want you hanging around him.
- (laughs) Okay, yeah.
And I'm gonna say this,
as long as you and Roz remain besties,
then Vincent and I are gonna hang out.
(light R&B music)
Love is like hold me
Yeah, love is like hold me, yeah
Love is like take me in your arms
Love has always been the cure
Yes, it has
Love is like make me proud
Love is like take me now
Baby
- [Roz] Okay, so I have your rent.
Well, except 100 bucks.
I'm a little short but
I got you all next week.
- Uh, Roz, we need to talk to you.
You gots to go.
(purse thumps)
(Roz stomping)
- Oh, come on Roz.
Nobody saying anything about
you leaving in this moment.
Look, we just need to discuss a timeline
about you transitioning outta here.
- Bitch, it's obvious I've
outstayed my welcome here.
And Omari's ass don't want me here.
What? You was too pumped to tell me?
- Come on, don't go there.
It's been two years. Really though?
Look, Omari didn't sign up for this.
I didn't sign up for this.
- Sign up for what, Jabbar?
- You know what I'm talking about.
About taking care of you.
Look, it's time to get out
and find your own place.
- I'll be back for my T-shirts.
- Come on. You don't
have to leave right now.
Damn, why you being so extra?
- And for the record,
if you're wondering if it's your fault
my life is spinning out of control.
It is.
I wish I never met you that day on campus.
I should have just fucking kept walking.
You ruined me Jabbar,
and I will never forgive you
for hurting me like this.
Move!
You finally get what you want.
Jabbar all to your motherfucking self.
You know, you'll in
hindsight appreciate me
as a welcome distraction
to what actually lies beneath
that motherfucker's heart.
Don't forget I was once you.
(bag thumps)
(door clicks shut)
- You could start your
own booty do hashtag
and be the number one
trending topic on Twitter.
If booty do was in the dictionary,
they'd have a photo of
you and NeNe Leakes.
(cellphone beeping)
The fact that you already have major cake
should make it impossible
(cellphone ringing)
for you to have a booty do,
and yet you still have a booty do.
- [Roz] Yep, it's me.
Positive vibes only.
- [TV Character] You just gotta
tighten it all back up.
Please, you know?
You've been sitting around
here crying and eating.
- [Amber] This is Amber
and Trenton's phone.
Leave me a message and I'll get it to him.
Bye.
- [TV Character] You're
not the first person
who's ever been dumped.
Okay? It's time for you to get up,
get out and get over Derek's cucumber.
(keyboard clacking)
Come to mama.
Too far too soon.
Tell me I'm beautiful on the inside.
- You are beautiful on
the inside and outside.
A few extra pounds around
the waist and thighs.
- You know, I never trusted Jabbar anyway.
I always knew you could do better.
He used always seemed
to prey on his students.
Ugh, creep.
- Yeah, I don't know what
I can or can't do anymore.
That fucking Omari.
- Well, you can stay as long as you need.
- Thank you so much.
Just until I get back on my feet.
- I mean, I don't know,
I think it'll be nice.
Just kind of break up the
monotony here. (laughs)
- What monotony?
- Oh, uh, studying for
the bar exam, babes.
- Good answer.
You have been such a blessing, Roz.
I haven't seen Rochelle this
happy since she crossed.
I mean, you would've
thought she told Jabbar
to have you kicked out.
- Oh God.
- I mean, now she could have
you all to herself, right?
- Stop it, Preston.
For real. That shit's not funny.
- Okay.
- Yeah.
No offense taken.
(both laughing)
- That was pretty good.
- She needs some more.
- You want some wine?
(dramatic hiphop music)
Hey, bitch live 'cause we famous, yeah
Made it
Live Nostradamus, yeah
Basic life feeling A-list, yeah
Ain't it great
Tip us now, whoa
Heavy foot cold and icy
I don't trust now
It's a tool, roll the dice
You can bust down 'cause the
squad she don't want spicy
What's the cost
You can ice me, it's
the loss if you try me
So don't try me, it's too grimy
- Hi, Chad?
- Sorry?
- Chad, right?
It's me, Roz.
We used to work at the
printing shop together.
- Oh yeah, Rozzlyn.
(Roz laughs)
Yeah, your hair is different.
Is that your hair?
- That's for me to know
and you never to find out.
- Still got that wit, I see.
- So, um, how are you?
Nice and healthy?
You look a little thin.
- Oh yeah, I've been dropping mad weight.
- Oh really? Fuck.
- Oh yeah, I'm vegan now.
You know, big lifestyle change, you know?
What about you? You're looking okay.
What's been up?
- You know, just dealing with life.
Past mistakes.
- Oh yeah. Anything specific?
- Well, um, I found out
that I am HIV positive, so.
- Oh.
Okay.
(suspenseful music)
(heart beating)
Wait, did we?
Did we hook up?
Oh fuck.
- Look, I just need to fucking know.
Have you been tested and
do you know your status?
- No. Why the fuck would I get tested?
I didn't even think about that shit.
Oh my God.
I mean, oh my God.
My, my, my girlfriend.
Wait, wait.
Did you, did you know like, beforehand?
People fucking go to jail for that shit.
Fuck!
I knew I shouldn't have
fucked a Black bitch.
- Excuse me?
- Fucking stay away from me.
Fuck!
(light R&B music)
Candy rain, Mary Jane
Got me high in the sky
Got me airplane
How's your pain
I can't contain
What I feel it's real
Going insane
Mental strain, dirty brain
Up, down, on the ground
Feel the pop of fame
Can't explain, Mary Jane
She goes down, blows
down like a hurricane
Let me taste them lips
Let me get a sip
Let me drink you up
Feed you fingertips
(light music)
(Roz moaning)
(sensual R&B music)
I been feeling you and
you been feeling me
So what we gonna do about that
What we gonna do about that
(Roz moaning)
The way you looking now
got me feeling hella weak
So what we gonna do about that
What we gonna do about it
(Roz moaning)
That you want it,
that shit's beautiful
I want to see you undressed
(Roz moaning)
'Cause you're so beautiful, baby
Oh baby
(object thumps)
- Is someone there?
Who there?
(floor creaking)
(birds chirping)
(clock ticking)
- Hmm.
Damn it. I don't know the answer.
- Come on Rochelle!
These are the same questions
from the first test.
(Rochelle sighs)
Damn girl. Why are you so jumpy?
- Look, I feel scared. Okay?
I feel like I'm gonna
grow up and be nothing.
- Oh my God, Rochelle.
You're the smartest, most
ambitious person I've ever known.
You got a house, a husband.
Probably some kids on the way.
- Bitch, I sell t-shirts
with other people's
quotes on it for a living.
I ain't shit.
But you? You could change the world.
Beat the criminal system.
Put killer cops in jail.
Save Black lives.
- I hear you, Roz.
And I know Black lives
supposed to matter and shit,
but I don't wanna save the fucking world.
Is that selfish?
I just want a nice job with nice pay.
I don't wanna be a Olivia goddamn Pope.
Being a lawyer sounds cute
and I just want to eat brunch
with bougie Black lawyers
associations and write a few books
and get my pussy eaten
every night and die.
Man, can I live?
- Okay, that's the alcohol talking.
- And that's, that is the problem.
- Here, let me help you relax.
- Oh.
(Rochelle moaning)
Oh, I needed that.
- Damn girl. You hella tight.
Preston needs to get on this.
- Child, Preston just
wants to pound me to death.
You know, his dick is the size of my arm.
- Okay.
- You need a little tongue action too.
- Child, me too.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
This pussy is full of rust.
(Rochelle chuckles)
- It doesn't have to be.
- What is you doing, Chelle?
(Roz laughs)
- I thought, I'm so sorry.
I, I thought we were
building up to this and I-
- No, you're my friend.
Oh my.
Are you gay?
- Hell no. No.
I just thought we could,
you know, experiment.
Don't act.
- Honey, that was one time in college
and I told you as soon as
that kitten was in my face,
I could not commit.
- I mean, I'm saying Roz,
you know, think about it.
You can mess around and
you ain't gotta worry
about transmitting anything, you know?
I mean, you can be free with me
and women don't really pass
it on to each other anyway.
- Oh my fucking God,
Rochelle, are you kidding me?
That's damaging as fuck.
Fuck you.
- Oh.
Oh fuck.
(upbeat mysterious music)
- Rozzlyn fucking Merryweather.
(dramatic music)
- Mayweather.
- Oh, what the fuck ever.
Gimme a hug, my lovely.
- [Roz] Oh.
- Oh you look cute.
It's so good to see you all but disappear.
- You know I get that a lot.
- I'm sure you do, heartbreaker.
- So have a look at these.
- Oh, you brought me a gift.
Okay, I've always loved your designs.
You speak in such bold print.
- Oh, they're just things
I really wanted to say.
Been trying to get into
that perspective again.
- Ailey, Ninja, Ashe,
Hemphill, Kuti, Eazy.
Intriguing, mysterious.
But I don't get it.
- It's famous Black people
who have died of AIDS.
- Wow.
That's so, uh, avant-garde.
Bold, mysterious.
Ooh, I love it.
I'll buy 25 orders and see how they sell?
- Dope. Okay, yeah, that'd be amazing.
- Listen, you're awesome.
I'll have one of my
influencers pose in it.
It'll go viral.
No pun intended and
it'll sell out the store.
Listen, but you gotta tell me
what's the inspiration
behind something like this?
- Real motherfucking life, nigga.
- See what I mean?
You're like a loud, unafraid
Black magic boss bitch.
And I love it.
- Look Fred, I have HIV,
and I know you gave it to me.
- (laughs) Is there like,
a hidden camera right here or something?
(solemn music)
Oh my God. You serious.
You're not serious. (laughs)
Oh my God, Rozzlyn.
I don't know what to say.
- Say you ain't give it to me.
I just wanna hear you say the words.
(dramatic music)
- I ain't never been tested, Roz.
- What?
You told me you didn't have any diseases.
We had unprotected sex, you bastard.
- Shit, I was talking
about regular ass diseases.
Not HIV. It's like the Thanos of STD.
- Look, I've already
spoken to all my past guys
and none of them have it.
(Fred coughing)
You're the last one on my list.
It has to be you.
- Oh my.
- Okay well, you're coming
with me to get tested tomorrow.
- [Fred] Go now!
(traffic roaring)
(light solemn music)
- Can I drop a load of
laundry before I leave?
- Nah son.
You said shit, shower and shave.
Okay, Jabbar will be home soon.
So you need to wrap this and that up.
- You haven't told him about us yet?
- There is no us, okay?
We need to make that official.
- This right here?
Look at your metabolism flowing.
- Good, I need to look good in my tuxedo.
- Nigga, you got six
packs on top of six pack.
You're gonna be fine.
- Yeah, you ain't seen my gut lately.
- Let me see.
- Nigga, get dressed.
- Lemme see.
- No, stop.
- Look, you want something from me
and I want something from you.
So let me see.
Oh yeah.
Looks good to me.
My shit?
I have love handles and
you know you miss it.
- Hey, you need to go, bro.
No more games.
When are you gonna sign
those divorce papers?
- Hey, your boo left
his checks lying around.
How old is that nigga?
Still writing checks and shit.
- You need to stop right now.
- I'm just saying
there's lots of fraudulent
people out there.
(dramatic R&B music)
- I forgot my black notebook.
- What's up, Cree?
- I want you to know that
I really enjoy your class.
I mean, when I leave I
always feel woke as fuck.
- Oh, well I'm glad I could contribute.
You know, African American studies
is more than just about Rosa Parks.
- Mm-hmm.
- No disrespect.
And I hope to inspire a whole generation
of activists just like you.
- You just might be my #wokebae.
- Oh, um, is that where this is going?
- Don't worry.
I noticed that you have on a wedding band.
I'm guessing your wife
is pretty satisfied?
- And you're fishing I see too, um,
yeah, I am wearing a wedding band
and he and I are getting married soon.
- Whew. That's so dope.
Eyes up.
- You think that's dope?
- Yeah, but how do you know?
- How do I know what?
- That you're gay.
- Well, because I'm marrying a man, Cree.
- So weren't you married
to a woman before?
I'm sorry. The streets is talking.
- Yeah, and while I was married to her,
I was having feelings for men.
Um, Cree, yeah. This is
highly inappropriate.
- Yeah, but we're just talking.
I mean, should we get a safe word
just in case it gets to be too much?
How about clitoris?
- Um, what's your point?
- I'm fluid.
I like men, women.
I'm led by beauty and
intelligence and lips.
Ooh.
- Yeah, Cree, I'm glad your generation
can have a "Fifty Shades
of Grey" of sexuality.
But when I was growing up,
it's either black or white.
You're either gay or straight
and that's just the way it is.
- That's so sad.
I mean that you had to put
limitations on yourself
because from my experience,
if you can fuck a big
muscle bound ass nigga,
then you can fuck the hell out of a woman.
- Clitoris.
- Bye, professor.
(dramatic R&B music)
- Clitoris.
(dramatic R&B music)
(Preston slurping food)
(cutlery clanging)
- You're not joining us?
- No, actually I'm leaving.
- Okay, no worries.
We'll just, we'll just leave
some stuff in the refrigerator.
Right, Chelly?
- Um, I'm leaving for good.
- Again?
Like for real, for real?
What's going on?
Chelly?
(solemn R&B music)
(door clicks shut)
Hey, what's wrong?
- You're what's wrong.
Don't leave.
Hey.
Look, I felt bad about what
happened the other night.
Alright? Look, I don't
know what came over me.
I, I was fucking with you.
I have the LSATs, all that stress.
It just got to me.
- I can't be all cool and vulnerable
with a friend who wants to
stick her tongue down my throat.
I don't know if you're in the
closet or what, but I can't.
It's too painful.
I won't put myself through that again.
- Well, I'm not Jabbar. Okay?
I, I was just curious. Bored.
I hate my life.
Shit, I needed a sexual awakening
and I was just wanted to
do something that was wild
and daring and dangerous.
- Wow, so I'm dangerous now?
Bye Rochelle.
- That's not what I meant.
(upbeat reggae music)
- [Roz] Ruthie.
- Rozzy.
Rozzy, Rozzy.
I know you like me and I like you too
- Someone's been in my cart.
- Mm-hmm, you see? You like?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
You know, I had to kind of get a size down
'cause some of your sizes
were out, but it's cool.
It was a big thing. I'm a happy customer.
I like what I got.
- I don't get you.
- Ah, nobody does.
- My man.
- Oh, so I'm your man now, huh?
- I meant that in like a
Denzel in "Training Day"
kind of way, not the Cardi B way.
- Okay, so about that.
Look, I don't want to be
your homie, all right?
Unless we talking about, like
a homie, lover, friend thing
where I can still kind
of slide up in there?
- Are we still on this?
Come on, Ruthie.
- Come on.
Here's the deal. Alright?
We both got it and we get each other.
I mean, what the fuck?
Can you imagine how we could
change the world together?
I mean, you with your statement
tees, me with my AIDS jokes.
I mean, we could be like the
new face of uncomfortableness.
- Oh my God.
- I'm saying motherfuckers
wouldn't know how to handle this shit.
(Roz laughs)
We could really shake some shit up.
I like you a lot.
Like, more than I like
double vaginal penetration.
- Uh...
- Yeah, my browsing history
is full of that shit.
- That's a lot.
- Mm-hmm.
- And I appreciate it.
I'm flattered, Ruth. I really am.
But here's the thing, right?
Our only connection can't be,
oh, we both positive we
should just be together.
I ain't trying to double up.
I still wanna live a normal fucking life
and I'm still trying to
manage my T-cells count.
I ain't trying to think
about another nigga's.
You and me? Nah, we wasn't
meant to be together.
But I still support you though.
Can we just smoke this and
like, stay out of our feelings?
(light R&B music)
(Roz singing)
- Alright. Yeah.
(light R&B music)
- Started my HIV journey in 1998.
That was the year I was diagnosed
and that's when I started
taking medication.
32 pills was the normal regimen back then.
Just the thought of the pills.
They still give me extreme
anxiety to this very day.
They were the absolute worst.
I had constant diarrhea.
I couldn't leave the house.
And when I did, I was terrified.
There was days I didn't
even get out of bed.
My body finally rejected the medicine
and back into the hospital I went.
That happened for maybe two more times.
And this happened maybe over three years.
Did I mention the allergic reaction
that sent my fever to 104?
Meningitis three times.
32 pills.
To 28 pills,
then 22 and 16.
The last few years I have been
on three pills once a day.
Tonight,
tonight is just one pill.
I had the biggest fear of pills
when I started this journey.
I'll never forget the
pills my father had to take
at various times of the day.
It traumatized me at an early age
'cause I was his nurse from
eight years old until I was 18
and I refused to take 'em.
I struggled with adherence.
And now after a lot of work
and an extremely good doctor,
I Zuri may or may not take
this one pill like that.
So suck on that HIV.
(group laughing)
(group clapping)
- Oh look, I want to encourage everyone
going into the weekend to know
that you are more than a conqueror.
You're more than worthy and
you deserve love and peace and-
- Soul.
- Happiness is what I was going to say.
God, I love you guys.
No, thank you for being there for me
and the one constant in my life.
All right, and we are
dismissed unless Roz.
Okay guys, I'll see you next week.
(suspenseful music)
- So you've been MIA.
- Has it been 60 seconds yet?
- Why'd you bring this one down here?
He's the last one?
(cellphone ringing)
- It has to be him.
I don't even know how I'm
gonna react when he finds out,
like, be mad as hell or
feel sorry for the nigga?
- I'm safe!
I'm safe.
Oh.
I'm sorry Roz.
(dramatic hiphop music)
- What?
It's that Black girl magic
- It has to be him.
But you can't divide
the vibes I supply
Multiply
- So we have the two king and king thrones
for the couple over here.
That way if any of those wolves
wanna drop that thing cater to you style,
they're already gonna be seated.
- Oh no, no. Trust me.
Trenton will not be popping
nothing on none of them queens.
- You right.
Trenton won't be giving out lap dances.
But AnaWakanda sure the hell
is and that one's really big!
- Okay, okay. That's enough.
I am really, really getting
tired of you thirsting
over my man like he's a
goddamn eggplant emoji.
- But his job is literally
to be an eggplant emoji
and the peach, child.
Lighten up. Relax.
- Okay, let me be clear.
I need you to stop acting
like you wanna fuck my man.
- Shit, everybody in the city
wanna fuck Trenton, Amber.
I don't know why you trippin'.
It is all jokes.
He's a heterosexual cisgender nigga.
If I wanted to fuck him,
I couldn't because he's
yours and he loves you.
So own it before you lose his ass.
- Mm-mm, I trust Trenton.
I don't trust these thirsty gays out here
who be trying to turn brothers out.
That's what I hate about y'all sometimes.
For real, y'all always be on the prowl.
- Fuck you, Amber.
I doubt that you had this much concern
when it comes to the tricks
that literally grab his dick every night.
Why am I the subject of your venom, huh?
- I can compete with them, Stacey.
- Why are you trying to
compete in the first place?
One, you can't 'cause dick is life.
And two, what's yours is yours.
- I don't trust you.
- Huh, so this is about me?
Well, if that's the case then
maybe you can't compete with me
and I might just stick your man.
- You know what Stacey?
Now I see why you ain't got nobody, okay?
That mouth is filled with
bitterness and cum cavities.
You know what?
I tried to get past your shit,
but I don't want you here
messing up the vibes.
You could just kill
yourself for all I care.
- Really, Amber?
Really?
That's how you think about me?
Well, maybe I just might then, bitch.
(dramatic music)
- Drama queen.
Okay, I'll do it by myself.
Look.
- We are getting fucking married soon.
- [Jabbar] Can you imagine
our kids going to college?
- Oh God.
Oh, then we'll be grandparents
and you're gonna have to dress up as Madea
so the kids can get that
Black grandmother experience.
- Nope, nope.
- It is crucial
to the Black experience in America.
- You got jokes.
- Come on.
- [Jabbar] I never thought we'd be
that whack ass couple
wearing matching outfits.
- Hey, come on. You look cute.
We're gonna look cute tomorrow night.
- Mm-hmm, but looky here.
You got one chance to be a mess.
- Oh yeah. These are strippers though.
So what am I gonna do with this?
I'ma tell you what you gonna do with it.
- Oh, oh.
- You gonna swipe.
- Oh really?
- You gonna swipe.
- [Omari] Oh really?
You want your credit
card? No, that's fine.
(laughs) Shit.
- Mm.
(both laughing)
I love you, Omari.
- And that might be the
first time you've said that
and I believe it is.
(light music)
(keyboard clacking)
- Girl, didn't that fool
have the nerve to fart
and try to leave the elevator
like I did it when people get in.
- Disgusting.
- Uh-uh, uh-uh. I ain't having that.
- Bruh, why aren't we playing spades?
- Girl, I don't know how
to play spades or dominoes.
- I'm revoking your Black card.
- Revoke this Black card.
Uno. Draw four.
- Girl, I used to fuck up some spades.
Ooh, and Rochelle and Amber,
they used to kill at Howard, god.
Those were the days.
- You sound like you miss them.
- I miss the memories.
They my source.
Rochelle always made me feel loved.
And Amber, that crazy
bitch always had my back.
It hurts being at odds
with them. I don't know.
- Well, from a non so
raw PWI tending chick,
I never heard you say anything
good about either one of 'em.
The one girl who wants to
eat your non-detectable box
or the other one who sounds
like her energy is so bad,
you gotta sage it down for the bad juju.
This is what friendship is.
Fun, laughter, easy breezy.
I get you. You get me.
Won't need all that extra stuff.
I don't have to be a Zeta Kappa Happa,
whappy nappy, whatever
that is to be your friend.
Uno.
You wanna play another game?
- No, you got it boo.
I'm about to meet up with Ruth.
- Oh God.
Ugh, he is one hot mess.
- He's a funny guy.
Oh, you should come with.
He's doing his standup. It'll be fun.
- Ruth and fun? That's an oxymoron.
I'd rather lance boils off
the ass of a homeless man
than listen to his inappropriate, unfunny,
tone deaf jokes about how
awesome it is to have AIDS.
He don't even have a punchline.
Why would I sit through that?
But girl, you go the head on.
That's your thing.
But just be careful with him. Okay?
Until next time, bestie.
- Yeah, um, until next time, home girl.
(crowd cheering)
(upbeat hiphop music)
(cellphone dings)
(upbeat hiphop music)
- Okay, quiet.
Thank you.
Okay, I'm not trying to take
away anybody's shine tonight,
but all this marriage talk has me
all hot and bothered and drunk, you know?
(crowd cheering)
And I'm high.
I know y'all is lit up in here.
(crowd cheering)
And I'm bold and I'm amazing, right.
Right?
(crowd cheering)
- Fabulous! Fabulous!
- Ah, but I know tonight
is about the bachelors Jabbar and...
(crowd cheering)
But I wanna make a memory for us tonight.
- Whoa. Wait, wait, what are you talking?
(crowd cheers)
- The Bible says he who findeth a woman-
- [Audience Member] She's gonna propose?
- Find it's a good thing
and fuck it.
(audience member gasps)
Will you marry me?
- Let me get a round of applause for Ruth!
(audience cheering)
(audience applauding)
- In the house. How's everybody doing?
- Okay.
- Good.
Good, good, good.
As you heard right,
my name is Ruth, Ruth Fitzgerald.
And I'm sure the first
thing you're wondering
is how is it possible that
a motherfucker this fine
could be named after
a White senior citizen
who probably was on the go list?
I know it's a mystery to me too.
I don't understand it.
But we're all here anyway.
Anyway, let's talk about it.
You know STDs, who's got 'em?
Huh? Huh?
Anybody in the house
want to talk about it?
Oh, y'all gonna go quiet on me.
Y'all some lying motherfuckers.
Because I know statistics show
that one out of every five people
in this very room is carrying something.
So somebody in here
isn't telling the truth.
Oh, I bet it's you.
Yeah, yeah,
'cause you are definitely a
herpes having motherfucker.
I mean, I'm surprised you
don't have like a bump,
a bump on your tooth.
Like that's really
genuinely surprising to me.
No, don't chuckle over here
because, ooh, I know what
gonorrhea looks like.
Nobody twitches that much in their seat
unless their whole region
down here is burning,
like inflamed and shit.
That's the gonorrhea
twitch. I know it well.
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
No question about it.
Right here we have, what is it?
Oh, AIDS.
That's cool. No, it's alright.
I mean, I know, I know
this chick has it though.
I mean this, this one right
here definitely has AIDS,
but she looks normal though.
I mean, 'cause she's one of those.
She's one of those chicks
present herself as normal.
Like everything's okay.
But no, she actually will
never be normal ever again.
Yeah, anyhow.
So this is just something I'm, you know...
Fuck!
Stop the clock speed
- Hey Roz.
Hey, come on. Roz.
Hey, Roz what's wrong?
Hey, come on.
Ain't nobody in there knew I
was even talking about you.
I was talking shit about everybody.
Okay.
I'm sorry. Alright?
I've just been
messed up lately, you know?
And I was hurt about what you said.
My moms ain't give me the shit, okay?
She doesn't even know.
I, uh, can never really
bring myself to tell her.
You know, I got the shit
in the dumbest way that
a nigga can get it.
You know, I was shooting dope
like it was 1989 or something
and now it's like I'm, I'm
cursed with this shit, you know?
And I just thought that
maybe we could, you know,
just be abnormal together
and it would be okay.
It wouldn't matter.
I'm sorry.
I'm just, just fucking angry.
- It sounds like a personal problem.
- The Bible says he who findeth a woman
findeth a good thing,
and fuck it.
(audience member gasps)
Will you marry me?
- Wow.
- Ooh!
- Yes!
(crowd cheering)
(Trenton clears throat)
Yes.
(crowd cheering)
(crowd applauding)
(Trenton crying)
- Okay.
- Thank you, I love you, man.
- [Crowd] Aw.
- Okay.
- I love you, man.
- [Amber] Get up. (laughs)
- I'm crying in front of
these motherfuckers, man.
- [Amber] Get up, babe. Get up, babe.
Baby.
(Trenton chattering)
(crowd cheering)
Okay, honey.
- Thank you Jesus.
- He's real, okay.
(crowd cheering)
(light R&B music)
- All there.
- So you okay now?
That's it. No more schemes.
- King, scheming is in our blood.
Remember all those credit card
scams we used to pull off?
- Yeah, I don't do that shit anymore.
I'm a different dude now.
I got good influences around me.
- I can't tell.
Whatever you gotta tell
yourself to sleep at night, bro.
Anyways, thank you.
I know it's your bachelor party and shit,
but I just need to make sure
you held up your end of the bargain deal
or there was about to be some problems.
(ominous music)
- You sick fuck.
- Sorry.
- I need you to let me go.
Okay, you got the divorce papers.
I need to move on and
marry the man that I love.
- Just one last kiss and
I'll sign the divorce paper.
I just need one last tender moment,
just for a few seconds, some intimacy.
Then you're free to go be
with that corny brother.
Or I can go and tell your sugar daddy
how your wedding account's
about to be 5K short.
(suspenseful music)
(dramatic music)
Goddamn, I said goddamn
Hey, hey
She's more than a
friend to the naked eye
Hey, if I love her like a flower
I could watch her grow to the sky
(Roz gasps)
She's more than a friend to me
Hey, whoa
I could give her all she needs
She'll always come back to me
- Bitches.
Loving you is easy
Loving me is hard
- Ah, Cabernet '62.
- Merci beaucoup.
- What'd you say?
- Cheers.
(glasses clinking)
- Oh shit.
(both laughing)
Loving you is easy
- Mm, that's sharp.
- Very woody.
- That's what she said.
It's a joke.
- Ha!
- Okay, fuck it.
- I'm nervous.
- Yeah, me too.
(both laughing)
- I, I don't know.
- You know, I haven't,
I haven't stopped thinking
about you since you,
since you told me about your situation.
Yeah.
That shit really, really scared me, yo.
Not only for myself, but
you know, for you too.
- Yeah.
It fucked me up too.
- You know, when they
told me I had, um, cancer,
I became like a super
asshole to everybody.
- Really?
- Oh yeah.
But going into remission made
me like, rethink all my shit.
You know?
I just started thinking about
all the shit I was doing
and how I was hurting everybody
and thought about you.
I never forgot that look on your face.
(light R&B music)
- Listen.
I don't want this to be a pity fuck.
I don't want you to pity me.
I don't want anyone to.
I just wanna feel something.
- How does that feel?
- Rather large.
(dramatic music)
(light R&B music)
(keyboard clacking)
- Two Moscow Mules please.
You see that football player
looking nigga over there?
- He's a whole terrorist.
- So I can host at my place.
- No, I'm good.
- So what do you want to talk about, huh?
- You show me.
- Ooh!
- Bitch you think I was gonna let you?
Motherfucker.
(punches thudding)
(Stacey groaning)
Get out of here, motherfucker.
(car engine revs)
- [Amber] You could just
kill yourself for all I care.
- All I could think is why
me and not fucking Stacey?
(solemn music)
(traffic roaring)
(light music)
(upbeat music)
I'm driving out the parking lot
Meant to bring food but I forgot
Chilly outside I'm in the dark
Your roommate says I'm here a lot
Skinny sweats on so I could see
Your game is strong, your lineup clean
My day was long, I need relief
Roll one for me, sweet candy piece
Oh, say no more
You know why I'm here
Turn the lights down low
More music, intention clear
Bad day to pull up, pull up
Pull up, pull up
Pull up
I'm ready to pull up, pull up
Pull up, pull up
Pull up
Let's be comfortable, comfortable
Comfortable
(Roz moaning)
Comfortable, comfortable
(Roz moaning)
Comfortable, comfortable
Let's get comfortable, comfortable
(birds chirping)
- Hey Stace, it's me calling
you to make sure you're good.
Sorry I didn't hit you back earlier.
It's been hectic.
Okay. Call me back.
Love you. Bye.
(text messages whooshing)
(upbeat song begins)
(upbeat song continues)
(upbeat song continues)
Wanna look good
You gotta work for it
Everything I got I had to work for it
Wanna live good
You gotta work for it
Work for it, work for it
Wanna look fly then
you gotta work for it
Work for it, work for it
Wanna look nice then
you gotta work for it
Work for it, work for it
I'm in my feelings
I want it, I'm gonna go get it
I'm popping, no popping pillies
I'm spicy like a hot chili
Everybody want it, I'm
running in like I'm Sonic
I'm buzzing like electronics
I'm even good at Katana
Now I'm popping because I work for it
Work for it
Everything I got, I had to work for it
Wanna live good, dress nice
You gotta work for it
Got up outta the hood
because it's what we work for
Yeah
Work for it
Everything I got, I had to work for it
Yeah
Living good, a hell of a night
But I had to work for it, yeah
Work for it
Everything I got I had
to work for it, yeah
Living good, hell of a night
But I had to work for it, yeah
(soulful R&B music)
(soulful music continues)