Pay the Lady (2023)

[bunniefuu]

(film reels ticking)

(slow ominous music)

(water spraying)

(mischievous music)

(water splashing)

(ominous music continues)

(glass clinking)

- Good morning, baby.

- How was your swim?

- Perfect.

You want breakfast?

- After...

- Got it transferred, we good?

- Yeah, man, the account's

been going smooth.

You know, business is booming, so we good.

- They know I don't f*ck around.

- Oh, they know your name, so they know.

- Don't trip boss. They

gonna come correct.

- What you think Caesar?

- I think they'll dude what's expected.

- They better.

I make the trip, I expect

to return pockets full.

- (snickering) sh*t... briefcase full.

Am I right?

- Hell yeah.

- Come on.

(chuckling)

(gentle music)

- Excuse me?

- We're busy, baby.

- I just wanted to remind

you, today's our anniversary,

and you did promise.

- Don't worry.

I didn't forget.

- Also our reservation's at five and-

- And what's that supposed to mean?

- Nothing.

Forget it. Sorry, interrupted.

- Stop!

Answer the question.

We have a dinner reservation at five?

That's what she said, right?

- That's what she said.

- Yeah, I heard her.

- What's that supposed to mean, Star?

- Brooklyn, baby, I didn't mean anything.

- Really?

Because it sounded to me

like you were rushing me.

- Fine.

If you wanna spend our

anniversary with your boys

instead all of this. (laughing)

(intense music)

(sharp smacking)

- Oh...

- You got something else smart to say?

(footsteps departing)

(Brooklyn sighing)

- Can you believe that, b*tch?

- Woof.

- Yeah.

- I give her everything, she gimme lip.

(snickering)

- (lips smacking) This is good.

- Damn good, ain't it?

(men laughing)

(emotional music)

(sniffling)

- Enough of this sh*t.

(distant barking)

(floor softly creaking)

(soft music)

(soft music continues)

(g*n c*ck)

(soft music continues)

- Why are you up?

- I was looking for my earplugs.

You were snoring again.

- Well, go back to sleep.

(soft music)

(birds chirping)

(keyboard clacking)

(knocking)

- What's up?

- I'm gonna go hang with Pam.

- Pam, she the one I don't like?

- You don't like any of my friends.

- That's true.

- Anyways, I'll be back in a few.

- Hey wait...

I'll be done soon, so, if

you wanna go shopping later,

we can do that.

- Nah, I'm good. Plus I

promised Pam already, so...

- You know I didn't mean it right.

You know how I get, baby.

I'm sorry.

You forgive me?

- Don't I always?

- Come here.

I really am sorry.

And I really need to

know that you forgive me.

I don't want to lose you.

So do you forgive me? Really?

- I do.

Really.

- That's my baby.

Here, get yourself something really nice.

Punish me for being an as*h*le.

- If you insist.

- Hey, that card is unlimited,

so don't go too crazy, okay?

Star?

(gentle music)

(change clanging)

- Hey there, pretty lady.

Normally I'd ask for a

dollar, but how about 10?

I mean, clearly you are an African queen.

(Star laughing)

Wakanda forever.

- Okay.

You know what...

Here, use it wisely.

- God bless you, sister. Thank you.

- Did you just give that bum $20?

- He was sweet.

- Bums aren't sweet, they stink.

- Can I get you anything?

- Yes, I'll take an iced

tea with that extra sugar.

- [Waitress] Got it.

- Four bags... uh-oh.

What'd he do this time?

You see, I told you he wouldn't stop.

- Oh, he's gonna stop.

In fact, Brooklyn will

never touch me again.

- You gonna hire a hit man?

- I'm leaving his a*s.

- Leaving Brooklyn? (chuckling)

- That's what I said.

- You're right, he won't touch

you again, he'll bury you.

Brooklyn will never let

you leave him, never.

- I have a plan.

- Oh my God, you used

to say that all the time

in high school and it always

led to trouble, uh-uh.

- And you're gonna help me.

- Oh, no way. I like living, mhm.

No way am I getting

between you and Brooklyn.

I like living.

- He's never gonna know you were involved.

- Damn right, because

I'm not gonna be involved

and neither are you?

Can we change the subject now?

- Did you get your girl something?

- Pam...

- What?

- There's money in it for you, girl.

Like, a lot of money.

- How much?

- $100,000.

- sh*t!

- Shh, shh.

- Girl, where are you going

to get that kind of cash?

Brooklyn is mining a Bitcoin.

Every single day he's on his

computer doing Bitcoin crap.

Don't ask me what, but what I do know is

he has over $2 million worth.

- And how do you know that?

- Usually when I'm in his

computer he turns the screen off,

but sometimes he leaves it on.

- Okay, but I'm Have

you seen his password?

'Cause without that you got nothin'.

- That's where you come in.

- Isn't one of your

sugar daddies a hacker?

- Ah, I get it.

You want me to get my tech daddy

to hack into Brooklyn's sh*t.

- Exactly.

- Huh?

- Brooklyn and I are supposed

to go outta town this weekend,

but I'll come up with an

excuse to stay behind,

and then you, you're

little trick come over,

he does his hacking thing,

transfers all the money to

an account that I control.

- Hmm.

- And then I disappear forever.

I always wanted to go to New York.

- Not bad.

You know, with 2 million dollars,

I think you really could just disappear.

But... you're forgetting

one's really important thing.

- What?

- Girl, slide me $200,000.

- Girl?

- Huh?

- I said a hundred thousand.

- Fine, since we're BFFs... I'll take 150.

(Star laughing)

- You know what?

- Huh?

- Deal.

(giggling)

First up, talk to your hacka friend,

see if my plan is even impossible.

And if it is, offer him

$100,000 to help us.

- Hold up, uh...

You gonna offer him the

same amount you offer me?

- Girl, just do it.

And do it fast.

- Watch me work.

- 'Cause I know you working,

I know you be working.

(both laughing)

- Thank you.

- And a cheers to that.

- Cheers.

- To the the money.

Okay, right?

- Mm.

(both moaning)

(heavy breathing)

I need a big favor, daddy.

- Yeah.

Just don't stop, don't stop.

(both moaning)

- [Presentation] A ponzi scheme

is a pretty simple concept.

Investors would give Madoff

their money to invest,

and Madoff gives them a healthy return.

The return doesn't come

from actual investments,

he simply gives back

a small portion of the

- Initial invest.

- Baby, you heard that?

- Hmm?

- Madoff jacked 65 billion.

- [Presentation] So the stock

needs to be replenished.

Madoff then moves onto the next investor-

- Damn.

- [Presentation] The scam grows larger.

- I'm definitely in the wrong hustle.

But you know what, that's

why we goin' to Philly.

- What's in Philly?

- Cheese steak sandwiches,

as far as your concerned.

- [Presentation] To keep the lie afloat.

- Sorry.

- What's the rule?

- Stay outta your business,

- Mm.

- I know.

- Good girl, now go grab me another beer.

(phone buzzing)

- Girl, tell me something good.

- Rodger says everything depends

on how Brooklyn stored his coin.

If he uses a mobile drive, we're screwed,

but, if he uses an online

exchange, then we're good.

- How am I supposed to do that?

- Roger says search his computer

for a single word ledger

and if no files pop up,

then we're good, it's easy.

- Easy, my a*s.

Brooklyn never let's

me touch his computer.

If he catches me, he'll-

- Fine, don't get caught.

Okay, I don't know, do

something to distract him.

Look, you can do this.

- [Brooklyn] Where is my beer?

- Okay, I'll try. I gotta go.

I'm coming!

- Okay. All right, bye.

(utensils clanging)

(intense music)

(door softly opening)

- Star.

The f*ck?

Star?

Star.

You in here?

- Come on, come on.

- Star?

(computer dinging)

- Yes.

(mouse clicking)

- Where is she?

(light switch clicking)

- What are you doing in here?

- Looking for you.

- What would I be doing in here?

- Where the f*ck did you go?

- To get you this, remember?

- Well, what took you so long?

And where did you go? I

looked everywhere for you.

- Did you check the garage?

- What the hell would you

be doing in the garage?

- I couldn't find the bottle opener.

So I got the pliers in the toolbox.

- How come I get the feeling

you're up to something?

- Because like you always say,

you never trust anyone,

not even your mother.

- True.

- But then again, maybe this

time I am up to something.

What would you rather do?

Finish that silly documentary

or follow me upstairs?

(Brooklyn sighing)

(music intensifies)

(water sprinkling)

(birds chirping)

- So while I'm doing my thing,

you can go shopping or whatever.

You know the drill.

- Actually, I was thinking

I'd just stay home this time.

If that's okay?

- Why? You always come with me.

- I mean, we were just

in Miami a week ago,

and Vegas two weeks before that.

It just feels like we're always moving.

I kind of wanna just stay home and chill.

Please baby?

- No.

f*ck no. Nah, I need you with me.

You're like my good luck charm.

- You're telling me no,

on this one little thing?

Seriously?

- Careful.

- I never ask you for anything.

I just do whatever you say.

You can't just gimme a break

from your bullshit for a couple of days?

- b*tch, are you outta your mine?

- What, you gonna hit me now?

That's what you always do, isn't it?

(Brooklyn sighing)

- Fine, stay. Whatever.

I gotta piss.

(bright music)

(phone clacking)

(phone notifications whooping)

- Still time to change your mind.

- Nope, I'm good.

(knocking)

- Hey, the car's here.

- Cool.

And what about that other thing?

- Got it covered. Hey!

(footsteps approaching)

Fellas, so...

You got Laurant, Bear, you know Caesar.

They gon' keep sh*t on

lock while you gone.

- This is Star.

She means everything to me.

Everything, you follow?

- Well, hold on. What's going on here?

- They're gonna hang

here 'till I get back.

Keep you safe.

- What? No. I don't need babysitters.

- Not babysitters. Bodyguards.

Business is booming.

I can't leave you here unprotected.

- I'll be careful.

I promise.

- Not good enough.

Star, it's either this,

or you coming to Philly.

Now, you tell me.

- Don't worry, we'll take care of you.

- Did you just touch my woman?

- No, sorry boss.

I just wanna make sure she

felt comfortable, that's all.

(sharp thudding)

(Laurant groaning)

(steady thudding)

- Bro! Bro, bro, bro.

Hey, come on.

- Get him out of here.

- Pope, I need a job, Pope, I need a job.

Get in here and get your silly work.

Get yo big a*s up.

Ain't neither one of y'all

trying to help me either.

I bet not get fired 'cause

of this sh*t either.

- You stay your a*s in this

house until I get back.

- No visitors, no shopping trips, nothing.

You got it?

Don't f*ck up.

- Look ma'am, we'll stay outta your way.

- Yeah, you won't even know we're here.

Where's the bathroom?

- Did you just call me ma'am?

Do I look like some ma'am to you?

- Okay, so what should we call you?

- f*ck off.

- I got a feeling you're

not gonna like it.

- Won't like what?

- Being called "f*ck off."

I mean, hey, if that's how you roll.

Look, I get it, you don't want us here,

but I'm just doing my job.

- You know my name, smart guy.

Use it.

- Look, that right there is trouble.

If we're not careful,

she'll get us both k*lled.

- Then we better be very careful.

- Why do you think Brooklyn did it?

You think he suspects you?

- No, it's about his

business getting bigger,

enemies, he's worried about

me, blah, blah, blah blah.

sh*t! We were all set.

What are we gonna do?

- Well, you could just throw them out.

- What?

- Girl, it's your house, isn't it?

And if I remember correctly,

although Brooklyn paid for it,

it's all your name, right?

- Right.

- Okay, then just tell Brooklyn's flunkies

to get the f*ck out.

And if they don't, tell

'em you'll call the police.

- Girl, I do not know what

Brooklyn got stashed up in here.

No way I'm calling the police,

I'll end up in jail myself.

- Girl, the point is they don't know

you won't actually make the call.

- You really think this could work?

- Girl, th*gs and police don't mix,

okay, the moment they step out that door,

no doubt they'll call Brooklyn.

But Brooklyn will never make

it back in time to stop us.

- I see your point.

Damn Pam, who knew you

were such a devious mind.

- (laughing) Girl, you know Forensic Files

is my favorite show, okay?

- And I think I got a way to

show 'em that I'm serious.

I'ma speak their language.

- Talk to you later.

(quick footsteps)

(mischievous music)

(tires screeching)

- This is my house and

I want you out, now!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Calm down.

- P229 Pink champaign customization.

Nice.

- Well, since you're so smart,

I'm sure you've heard of

the stand your ground law,

which gives you the right to

sh**t an intruder in your home.

- Actually, you are a little confused.

- What?

- There is no stand your

ground law in this state.

The law you're referring

to is Castle Doctrine,

I mean, that does give you the right

to sh**t an intruder in your home.

- Okay, whatever, then we'll go with that.

- You actually don't strike me

as a cold-blooded k*ller either.

So that pretty g*n that

you're waving around

is just as threatening as

remote that Bear is holdin'.

- You saying, I won't sh**t your a*s?

- Listen, nobody has a choice here.

Not you and definitely not us.

We're just doing a job.

- Yeah lady, if I could

leave, I would, believe me.

Especially since this TV is busted.

- But your husband will

be here in three days,

so let's just stay out of each other's way

and relax until then, deal?

- Fine.

- Wait, come on, help the poor guy out.

He's driving me crazy.

- f*ck you.

- Holy sh*t.

- Hey girl.

His name is Caesar.

He's smart, like Brooklyn.

Always one step ahead.

- If he's so smart, then why

is he Brooklyn's errand boy?

- I don't know.

- You don't know?

- Are you gonna help me come up with a way

to get rid of them, or not?

- Relax, I already have the answer.

- [Star] Go on.

- Hold on.

(phone clacking)

- What's this list?

- Common household items

when mixed together,

tasteless, odorless, it works real quick.

- You want me to poison

them? Are you crazy?

This does give me an idea though.

He's got some pretty

potent stuff around here.

I can mix that into drinks,

maybe knock 'em out for a few hours...

At least long enough to tie them up.

I thought you guys may be thirsty.

Come on... This is my way of apologizing.

The thing is, I was really looking forward

to spending some time at home, alone.

Brooklyn- you too, so...

I got a little upset.

- A little upset? Lady,

you tried to pop us.

- Let's be honest, if

I wanted to k*ll you,

would you be alive right now?

- Mm, that's some strange logic, lady.

- So, can we start over?

- I'm cool.

- And how at you, friends?

- I mean, it wouldn't be the first time

a friend pointed a g*n at me.

- Great. Help yourself.

- Thanks.

- I wouldn't do that.

- Do what?

- I wouldn't drink that, not yet.

- Why not?

- Let's let our new

friend take a sip first.

- Excuse me?

- I said, you could go ahead

and take a sip first.

- I heard what you said.

Are you implying that I put

something in your drinks?

- Did you?

- Of course not.

- Okay, then prove me

wrong. Go ahead, have a sip.

- You know what?

- Hey.

- If you don't want it, fine.

I don't have to prove a

god damn thing to you.

- I think you just did.

(Star sighing)

- Holy sh*t.

You think she's really

that crazy to poison us,

just so she can relax at home?

- Nah, I don't think so.

I don't.

- Mm-mm, I can't believe he had the nerve

to accuse you of poisoning him.

- I told you he was smart.

- That's okay, 'cause we're smarter.

- Yep, way smarter.

- We just need another plan.

- Any ideas?

- I do have one idea that

can't fail, guaranteed.

- I just think it's funny how

at first you thought all this was crazy,

and now you got schemes galore.

- Girl, when I set my mind

to something, I get it done.

- Okay, tell me.

- [Pam] Seduction.

- Seduction?

- Yes, seduction.

- Is there more to this plan?

- Girl, do I really need

to spell it out for you?

Okay, use what God gave

you to seduce one of them,

and get 'em on our team,

and then we'll use him to

take the other one out, okay?

- You're right.

- Mmhm.

- It can't fail, especially

if I go for the dumb a*s.

- Oh, of course, it's

gotta be the dumb a*s one.

The other one think he Colombo and sh*t.

Leave him alone.

- All alright, all right,

I'll do the dumb a*s.

- You know we don't mind

sleeping in the living room.

- On my $20,000 couch?

I do not think so.

Besides, there's plenty of space.

So, your room's over there,

there's the TV and the bathroom.

- You know, this really isn't necessary.

- What's wrong?

You afraid I poisoned

the sheets? (snickering)

- Thank you.

- Hmm.

- And you...

You get the nicer room,

'cause you seem nicer.

- Well, Caesar is kind of an as*h*le.

- (laughing) It's over here.

- So, do you like what you see?

- I do. The room looks great.

Hey, that sofa really cost 20 Gs?

- And what about the bed?

- That bed looks good enough to f*ck.

- Oh really?

- In fact, that's a bad little bed.

That bad needs to be

f*cked, good and hard.

- Mm, so what are you gonna do about it?

- Not a damn thing.

You think I'm stupid?

- What?

- Your husband is Brooklyn Brown.

I touch you, I'm dead. Worse than dead.

'Cause the word on the street

is he likes to t*rture people.

And the fact that we in

this bedroom together

with the door closed, it's

making me nervous as f*ck.

So if you don't mind,

would you please take your

horny a*s on up outta here?

- (laughing) Brooklyn will never find out.

- You right about that

because it would never happen.

- Hold up, so, you are telling me

that you are gonna turn down all this?

- I'd f*ck the sofa first.

(crickets chirping)

(Star sighing)

- You mind if I join you?

Unless you prefer drinking alone?

- Whatever.

- Pour me a glass.

Wow.

This is a nice house.

- Thanks.

- You decorated it?

- Pretty much... Yep.

- You got skills.

- Okay, look, I understand

what you're trying to do here,

but it's not...

- What am I trying to do?

- Be friendly, I don't know.

I hate small talk, okay?

- Okay, then how about this?

How come you didn't try with

me what you tried with Bear?

Yeah, it's a beautiful house,

but the walls are thin, and plus I'm nosy.

So why Bear and not me?

What, you think I'm ugly or something?

(Star laughing)

I mean, you could be

honest, you think I'm ugly.

(Star laughing)

- You a'ight.

- But not as handsome

as Bear though, right?

- You're very strange.

You're not like anyone

who works with my husband.

- You know what, I'ma

take that as a compliment.

- Mm. (laughing)

- So you know I'm not gonna let

you get outta that question.

Why Bear and not me?

- Would it have made a difference?

- What a ridiculous question.

(mischievous music)

(footsteps clicking)

You don't knock?

- You didn't answer my question.

- You didn't answer mine.

Whatever game you were playing

with Bear, didn't work.

So now you're here, right?

- I don't play games.

- Not very well, no.

- You answered your own

question, you didn't answer mine.

- Now get outta here

before you get me k*lled.

- Now, who's playin' games?

(lips smacking)

(music intensifies)

So you're not afraid of Brooklyn?

- Everybody's afraid of Brooklyn.

- Then why?

- You might find this corny,

but I absolutely find you irresistible.

You know Brooklyn might be

an animal, but he got taste.

- I should probably go.

- Hey, Bear finds out-

- Don't worry.

I know.

(phone ringing)

(Pam groaning)

- Girl, this better be good. It's 3:00 AM.

- Girl, it is so much

better than good. (laughing)

- Dumb a*s went for it?

- No, but, Colombo did.

- Seriously? We talked about this.

- It's just the way things played out.

But I can make it work.

- Okay, Brooklyn's back in three days.

So you only have two days to turn him.

- Girl, that is more than enough time.

- All right, but be careful.

You have to be 100% convincing.

- Believe me, that won't be a problem.

- [Pam] Oh damn...

- What?

- I could hear it in your voice.

You like him, and don't

even try to deny it.

- There's just something about him...

That's all.

- Hmm. Well look, enjoy the ride, okay?

But don't get in too deep.

Remember, the big picture, okay?

We're just using him to get to the loot.

- I know, I know.

I'ma take your advice.

- What advice is that?

- For the next few days,

I am definitely gonna enjoy the ride.

- (laughing) All right, girl,

bye. I'm going back to sleep.

(Star giggling)

- I need help lifting a box in my room,

can one of you help me?

- I will.

- Hey Bear, don't you

have that back problem?

- Yeah, it's a muthafucka,

but I should be okay.

- No, man, Don't risk it. I'll help her.

- Okay.

Not a good idea, what if Bear sees?

- Why would he even come near my room?

- It's not the point.

- And what was that little

stunt you pulled in the kitchen?

That was not funny.

- Wasn't meant to be, Bear's

dense, but he ain't stupid.

I didn't wanna seem to eager to come here,

even though that's all I can think about.

Wait, we can't do this with Bear here.

- I know.

I know.

I just wanted to give

you a little taste...

Of what's to come tonight.

- Oh my goodness.

I'm not gonna be able to think

about nothing else all day.

- That's the plan.

(lips smacking)

- I could have put away three

boxes by now, I gotta go.

(Star exhaling)

- Careful, girl.

Careful. (giggling)

(upbeat music)

(upbeat music continues)

- I gotta set of tens.

- Ah, jack high straight.

I be taking that.

- Ah, ah, ah.

Queen, high, straight.

- sh*t.

- Well, that's it for me. I'm out.

- Come on man, couple of more hands.

- A few more hands and she'll

own my car, good night.

- Look like it's only us, love. Heads up?

- Heads up sounds... perfect.

(lips smacking)

(poker chips clanging)

- And one more thing...

Brooklyn said we should-

What the f*ck happened here?

- He's trying to f*ck me, that's what.

- What?

- Don't play dumb.

I caught you dealing

from the bottom, cheater.

Your a*s better pray I don't

tell Brooklyn about this.

as*h*le.

- Bruh, you cheated?

- Of course not. Think about

it, who won all the money?

I caught her a*s cheating

and she ran outta here mad.

- You mean, that b*tch tried to rob me.

- Man, both of us.

The most f*cked up thing

about it, we can't do sh*t.

- Man, this gig sucks.

- You can say that again, man. f*ck.

- Good night.

(Star moaning)

- Let's do that again.

(Star moaning)

- I'd always hear girls griping about

their men putting their hands on them.

And I was like, no, not me, never.

But, I guess you never really

no longer react to something

until it happens to you.

- Sure.

- But hey, I mean, when

Brooklyn's nice he's-

- Look, don't do that.

Don't build him up just to

justify for what he's doing.

Any man that puts his hand on

a woman is a piece of sh*t.

Period.

Look, I get it, you in

a f*cked up situation

and now you stuck.

But you deserve better.

I know it's not gonna be easy,

but you should try to

get away from Brooklyn

as soon as possible.

- Well, what if I told

you I already found a way?

- I'll say be careful,

because a man like Brooklyn

is not gonna let you go easy.

Not you.

- And what if I told you

that I need your help?

Would you?

- It would depend on what

type of help you need.

- What do you know about Bitcoin?

(intense music)

- He's all yours now.

Okay.

We're square, right?

- It's okay, come here.

- Now we're square.

Get off my yacht.

Are you f*cking crazy?

- Please. I can't do this without you.

- Good, and I'm saving your

life by telling you hell no.

You don't steal from a man like Brooklyn

and get away with it.

- You do if you're smarter than him,

and you're smarter than him.

- Yeah, smart enough to know

the real reason why we f*cking.

- And you're also smart enough to realize

that all of that has changed now.

You felt it too, I know you did.

We're good together. Come with me.

Be with me.

We'll have enough money, we

can hide anywhere we want.

- Look, all of that sounds amazing.

But I-

- But... What?

Just say yes, please?

(phone ringing)

It's Brooklyn.

- It's three in the f*cking morning.

- Do you think he gives a sh*t?

I have to answer it.

(sighing) Hello?

- What's up baby?

What took you so long to pick up?

- It's three in the morning, I was asleep.

Are you on a boat?

- f*ck a boat, this is a yacht.

And it's sweet.

- You bought a yacht?

- You can say that.

- What does that mean?

- Don't worry about it, baby.

It's weird not having you here.

I really miss you.

- I miss you too.

- Everything good there,

them two n*gg*s behavin' themselves?

- Yeah, everything's fine.

- Good.

Yeah, Bear, he's just muscle.

But he's loyal as f*ck.

And Caesar, that boy got

brains, got big plans for him.

What do you think of him?

- I mean, I barely said a

word to him the whole time,

but he seems cool.

- I'm telling you, he's good people.

All right, I gotta jump.

But I'll be back today after tomorrow.

Hey, can't wait to see you.

- Yeah, me neither.

Bye.

So it looks like we both

have big plans for you.

So who are you gonna choose,

this piece of sh*t or me?

- Look, if you come up with a solid plan,

that doesn't get both of us k*lled,

I got you.

I'm sorry I can't help you with this.

(Star sighing)

(door creaking)

- [Star] He was so close.

He won't do it.

- Fine, good thing

we're prepared for this.

You know what you need to do, right?

- There's still one more full

day before Brooklyn returns.

Maybe I can talk to Caesar again.

- We can't risk it not working.

Every second he's not

with us, he's a threat.

- A threat?

- What if he calls Brooklyn?

- He wouldn't do that.

- You willing to bet your life on that?

He f*cked you and now he

knows what you're planning.

You think he's not losing sleep

worried that Brooklyn won't find out?

If Caesar's as smart as you say he is,

then it won't take him long

to realize his only way out

is to throw you under the bus.

sh*t, for all we know,

he could be calling Brooklyn right now.

So you gotta do it, like now.

- I know. I know.

You're right.

- Did you check to make

sure it actually worked?

No, not yet.

- Hold on.

- Yeah, it recorded.

- Good. Okay.

First chance you get

show Colombo the tape,

and believe me, he'll do whatever you say.

- What's up, man?

- What's up it's that you're

f*cking Brooklyn's b*tch.

And don't insult me by denying it.

- All right, man.

I f*cked up.

- Nah mothafuka, you put

both our lives on the line

and if Brooklyn finds

out, we're both dead.

- Look man, I wasn't thinking.

- f*ck you, mothafucka.

You always thinking, that's what you do,

think about sh*t,

but you was never thinking about me.

- All right, man, I

f*cked up and I'm sorry.

But look, we good.

She ain't gonna say, Brooklyn

will k*ll her a*s too.

- You right about that.

And for the remainder of

the time that you are here,

you go anywhere near that b*tch, you dead.

And f*ck a b*llet.

I'm going to beat your to

death with my own Bear hands.

You got that?

- I hear you, man. Loud and clear.

f*ck.

sh*t...

(Caesar sighing)

- What are you doing here?

- I came to change your mind.

- I'm not changing my mind,

now you need to leave.

- Just wait, I have something to show you.

- Star, your plan is

crazy. I can't help you.

- Then help yourself.

Just calm down and-

- Calm down?

Look seriously, Bear knows about us.

- What?

- He saw me leave your room.

Now, he said that he'll keep quiet,

but he also put a g*n in my head

and threatened to k*ll me if

he seen us together again.

You understand now?

That's why you need to leave.

Come on, you gotta go.

- No, wait, don't you see

this changes everything?

You heard what Brooklyn said,

Bear is loyal as f*ck.

He's gonna rat you out.

- Nah, nah. He gotta lot

to lose just as I do.

- You gotta leave. We don't

have time for this sh*t

- There's a video of us f*cking.

- What did you say?

(Star moaning)

- And I actually felt bad for your a*s.

- I'm sorry.

I didn't want to do

it, but I am desperate.

If you don't help me, I will

show this video to Brooklyn.

I swear to god.

- How many copies are there?

- Did you not just hear what I said?

- How many copies, Star?

- Two. I have one and Pam has one.

- I don't f*cking believe you.

It's no way you had enough

time to get two copies.

- You Wanna take that chance?

- Give me that f*cking camera.

- No, f*ck off.

- Give me the f*cking camera.

- f*ck you.

(lamp crashing)

- [Both] sh*t.

- Get in the closet.

Man, you don't knock?

- What the f*ck happened here?

- Oh man, uh, my head's all up.

I couldn't sleep, I was

trying to get a workout in

and I got a little clumsy.

- Oh really?

- Where's your piece?

- Come on man, really?

- Don't make me ask you again.

- It's in the dresser.

Now, where's that b*tch hiding?

- She not in here.

- Bullshit, where is she?

Under the bed, in the closet, where?

- And since you don't believe

me, won't you go to her room,

knock on her door and wake her up.

- You still playing poker, huh?

You good at bluffing.

But this time you have a tell.

- And what the are you talking about?

- That b*tch doesn't go

anywhere without her cell phone.

- sh*t...

- You can come out now.

This right here is truly

a f*cked up situation.

Brooklyn isn't just

going to m*rder you two,

we're all dead.

- Not if you keep your mouth shut.

- Yeah, right.

You know as well as I do, sh*t

like this always comes out,

especially when there's a female involved.

Hoes can't keep their mouth shut.

- Do you think this is just

about Caesar and I screwing around?

Well, you're wrong.

We have a plan.

- What plan?

- Brooklyn, who's over 2

million dollars in Bitcoin.

Caesar and I are gonna steal it.

There's enough to bring in

another partner if he's smart.

Are you smart?

- You in on this? She legit?

- Yes I am.

Look, we got somebody to

hack Brooklyn's computer.

Listen, we gonna take his Bitcoin money

and we'll get the outta dodge forever.

- Holy sh*t.

- Your share would be 500,000, minimum.

I'm guessing you like money

more than being Brooklyn's b*tch boy?

- No doubt.

But you know what I love more than money?

Life.

I thought you was smart, man.

You know Brooklyn is connected like crazy.

When he finds out that

you stole all this money,

there's not gonna be

anywhere you can hide.

Nah...

Your plan sucks.

But I have a plan on my own.

When I tell Brooklyn about

this so-called Bitcoin story,

I'm gonna look like a f*cking hero.

- Go ahead, call him.

I got a story to tell him myself,

about how you f*cked me and then forced me

to tell you where he keeps all his cash.

Who do you think he'll believe?

Knowing Brooklyn, he

won't know who to trust,

so he'll just k*ll us all.

- You b*tch.

- You dummy! Take the f*cking deal!

- She's right, you could

k*ll her, k*ll me too.

But then you'll have a mess

you'll never be able to explain.

The smart move is just to

join us and take the deal.

- Nah, I want to take my

chances with Brooklyn.

(phone dialing)

(phone vibrating)

- Yeah, this is Bear, get

Brooklyn on the phone.

No, f*ck that, I wanna speak to him now.

(men grunting)

(Scuffling)

(g*n shot firing)

(emotional music)

(phone vibrating)

- This isn't right.

No one was supposed to

get hurt, not even him.

(phones ringing)

- How the f*ck is he doing this?

I'm happy this happened.

Look, I wasn't brave enough

to follow my heart, but now-

Wait, are you saying that you're in?

I'm all the way in.

Look, Brooklyn knows we

up to something right now,

we gotta move fast.

Go! Call you girl, go!

(intense music)

- Welcome aboard, sir.

- Cut the sh*t. Get me the Cali, now!

Let's move!

It's okay, baby.

I'm sure everything's gonna be alright.

Unc, you want some of

this? Because I'm done.

- Oh yeah.

(doorbell ringing)

- What took you so damn long?

Roger was home with his family and sh*t,

he can't just rush out

at six in the morning.

- Yeah, my wife would be a little nosy.

- Where does your wife think you are now?

- Um... You said I was

just gonna be three of us.

Who's this guy?

- That's Caesar. Hey there.

Girl- mmm-

- Caesar is a friend.

There's some... complications

cleaning the house,

and he took care of them.

So now there's four of us.

- You got a problem with that, Roger?

- No, no, no. Not at all.

As long as I still get my 300,000.

Right, Pam?

- Absolutely, your cut doesn't change.

- Fantastic.

- Then I'm fine.

(keyboard clacking)

- Okay.

- That's it? You did it?

- Nope.

The site where his Bitcoin is stored

is using an MD5 encryption algorithm.

- sh*t, MD5 is supposed

to be impossible to crack.

Oh, I read a lot.

- Well, you're right.

MD5 is supposed to be unhackable,

"supposed to be" being

the key phrase here.

- So you've done it before, right?

- I wish.

No hacker's been able to claim

that crown as far as I know.

- So that's it, we're screwed.

- I wouldn't say that, not yet.

You know I haven't cracked it before,

but also haven't tried,

and I do love a challenge.

Now this here is a custom made

brute force encryption

cr*cker, I call crowbar.

It's never failed me before.

You guys might wanna grab

a snack or something,

this could take a while.

(airplane whirring)

- It's been almost three hours.

We're cutting it really close.

- Close?

I thought we all agreed that

we had at least five hours?

That means there's what, two more left?

- I don't know about you, but

when my life's on the line,

two hours is cutting it f*cking close.

- Damn right.

I'm starting to get a

bad feeling about this.

- Okay, everybody just relaxed.

Okay, last time I checked,

Roger said he was almost done.

- Pam, he said that the last

three times you checked.

- Okay, he'll get it done. I know he will.

- I say we just give it 30 more minutes.

If he doesn't crack it by

then, we just call it quits.

- Quits?

I got $2 million on the line.

I'm not quitting until

I hear Brooklyn's car

pull up in that driveway.

- Excuse me?

But your cut is only

150,000, unless you forgot?

- No, of course not.

I'm just saying there's a lot

of money on the line, okay?

You know what they say?

No risk, no reward.

- Well, I have the most to lose.

And I agree with Caesar,

if he doesn't crack it in-

- [Roger] f*ck!

f*ck!

- What? What's wrong?

- I couldn't f*cking do it.

Just couldn't f*cking do it.

I wanted to crack it in three hours,

missed it by two stinkin' minutes.

- Are you saying you cracked it?

- Yeah, of course I cracked it.

Transferred 105 Bitcoins to this drive,

which at today's price is worth about...

three and a half million.

- Oh! We did it! We f*cking did it!

- Damn right, we did.

- Un-f*cking-believable.

- Catch.

Now I used the passcode you gave me,

and whatever you do, don't forget it.

- Yeah, right.

- Okay, great.

Well, my work here is

done. Where's my cash?

- Cash?

- Pam said you were gonna pay me in cash.

Now, I made it quite clear

I didn't want any Bitcoin.

You know they say it's

untraceable, but that's bullshit.

You know, I don't want any of

this coming back to haunt me,

I have a family to protect.

- Okay, enough of this computer bullshit.

- Pam, no!

(g*n shot popping)

- Get your a*s over

there. Don't even try it.

Now, take it out very slow

and throw it across the room.

And don't think I won't pop your a*s.

- Pam, what the f*ck are you doing?

- What do you think? Sticking to the plan.

- k*lling people was

never a part of our plan.

- So I made a few

changes. Big f*cking deal.

So here's the plan now,

we split everything 50/50

and no loose ends.

Your turn, big guy.

- No, stop.

- Star, get the f*ck out the way!

- How could you do this to me?

- Do what?

Considering the fact that

you offered my a*s 150,

I think I'm being pretty fair.

Now move, so I can end this n*gga

so we can get the f*ck outta here.

- Okay, okay.

New deal, we'll make it

50/50, but you can't k*ll him.

- Girl, think, if we leave,

his a*s is gonna cause trouble.

- We're not leaving him,

he's coming with me.

- Coming with you? f*ck.

Girl, didn't I tell you

not to get in too deep?

- Let him live and you get half.

- Keep up, I'm already taking half.

- You ain't taking sh*t

without the password.

So do we have a deal or not?

- We're no longer partners.

Where's that cute little g*n of yours?

- Seriously?

- Very, toss it.

Now, give me the thumb drive.

- Pam.

- Give me the damn thumb drive!

Now, what's the password?

And I will test it before I

leave, so don't f*ck with me.

- Star, you give her a

password, we're both dead.

- You shut up.

- Pam!

- You really do like him, huh?

- Pam, I'm begging you, please stop.

Give me the password now and I'll go.

Or else I'm gonna blow

his f*cking brains out.

(intense music)

- You promise you're gonna let us go?

- I already said that, didn't I?

- Star, don't do it.

- Tell me the f*cking password now!

- Okay.

It's...

(g*n shots firing)

- What the f*ck is going on up in here.

- Star and that woman

trying to steal from you.

She hired this guy to hack your computer

and steal your Bitcoin.

That's why she didn't

want me and Bear around.

- What?

b*tch, you tried to steal from me?

Me!

- Damn right.

And I almost got away

with it too, you f*ck!

- No, no, no.

Listen, she the only one

that has the password.

- What the f*ck are you talking about?

- It's all on a flash drive, everything.

It's right over here.

- Don't move another inch,

or I will sh**t you,

I swear to god I will.

- (chuckling) b*tch, you know

you ain't gonna sh**t nobody.

Especially me.

(g*nsh*t firing)

(Brooklyn groaning)

(music intensifying)

(g*nsh*t firing)

(body thudding)

- Yes!

Wait, what you doing?

- Why?

- Why what?

- Why did you turn on me?

- Turn on you? I saved us.

I saved you.

Look, all that was just a

distraction and it worked.

Star, it's game over, we good now.

You won.

Look, that's it. You're free now.

Both of us, we're free.

It's just me and you now, baby.

- Okay.

(emotional music)

- What the f*ck!

(g*nshots firing and ringing)

- You sure we're gonna be safe here?

- Oh yeah, this place is perfect.

Brooklyn doesn't even know

about it, it's off the grid.

- Okay.

(both laughing)

- Hey, you know what's crazy?

- What?

- This little thing right here,

it's gonna change our lives forever.

- Where should we go

first? I vote New York.

- I follow wherever you are.

- You know, at first I kind of

thought you were an as*h*le.

But, you're not so bad.

- You're not so bad yourself.

I actually feel like...

I'm fallin' in love.

- What?

- I said I'm in love with you.

- Oh my god.

- I got a idea.

- Hm?

- Let's look at the money.

- What?

- Just think about it.

All those numbers, all

those beautiful numbers.

- Nah, not right now.

I wanna keep celebrating with you.

I wanna celebrate with you forever.

- Yeah, but that could be

a part of the celebration.

Let's look at it, come on.

All right, let's see what we got here.

Alright, so what's the password?

Oh, don't tell me you forgot the password.

- No, it's not that.

It's just...

It's just, I'd rather do

something else right now.

(lips smacking)

- Come on, come on. Is it

that you don't trust me?

- Of course not.

- I mean, if you don't trust me...

- Okay, fine, fine. Stop.

One more glass of champagne

and then we'll look at the numbers.

Deal?

- That's cool with me.

- Hmm.

- Can't drink a glass alone, mhm.

Thank you, baby.

Yeah, I was thinking,

the type of money that we're gonna have,

we get our own yacht.

You know what I'm saying,

all different type of

excursions and trips.

I think we'll have a good time.

- Here you go.

- Now you came back looking good.

- May nothing ever come between us.

Not even f*ck you money.

- A drink to that.

(glasses clanging)

That was good.

All right, so what's the password?

- PAY THE LADY.

- Really?

- All caps.

- What?

Okay.

(keyboard clacking)

(gasping) Wow.

- Mm.

- Oh my goodness.

Thank you, Star.

- You happy?

- I am now.

(intense music)

- I am so done.

- Man, come on.

Did you really think I

was gonna share 3 million,

with some dumb b*tch?

- f*ck you.

(sharp smacking)

- You got more to say?

I ain't think so.

(snickering) Ah.

You know, funny thing is...

So when Brooklyn's crew

finally catches up to your a*s,

they chop you into a million pieces...

Tell 'em I said, what's up.

- You're not so smart.

Are you?

If you were smart,

you'd realize that after

what I had been through,

I would never trust a man. (chuckling)

Especially one of Brooklyn's flunkies.

Don't- (laughing)

You're nothing but a punk thug.

A f*cking joke.

- b*tch, I'll f*cking k*ll you-

- And I am so tired of

n*gg*s calling me b*tch.

(Caesar grunting)

Oh yeah, I poisoned your a*s.

Pam's formula, too.

You never really know a person.

Hm.

(Caesar grunting)

(body thudding)

(mischievous music)

Like I said, pay the lady.

- Good morning, where can I take you?

- New York City, please.

(driver chuckles)

- New York?

Lady, that's a 3000 mile

trip, it would take days.

- I'll triple your

rate, plus all expenses.

I'll even tip in advance.

(phone dinging)

Do we have a deal?

- Absolutely.

So, any place particular

you'd like to go in New York?

- Anywhere but Brooklyn.

(upbeat music)

Enough of this sh*t.

Brooklyn will never touch me again.

Everybody's afraid of Brooklyn.

You should try to get

away from Brooklyn

as soon as possible.

Brooklyn will never find out.

If you were smart,

you'd realize that after

what I've been through,

I would never trust a man.

Pay the lady.

Like I said, pay the lady.

(upbeat continues)