(siren blaring)
NIKKl: Right here.
- Here? - Uh-huh.
What are all these cops doing here?
Oh, it's kind of a crazy neighborhood.
Something's always going down.
- We'll be right back. - Okay.
(indistinct police radio transmission)
So how many cities have you lived in
- with this Teddy guy? - Hey, police! Open up in there!
- Uh, here, and New York. - Open up in there!
In Miami, I lived with his brother.
That's where I met him.
Wait a minute, you lived with a guy,
then you left him for his brother?
How'd you pull that off?
I got a hard enough time
telling my wife I want pancakes.
We're in.
All right, now that we're in,
I want you to get your shit
and let's get out of here.
I'm just gonna grab a few dresses, some shoes,
and then we'll go.
Okay.
Thank you.
Forget "Thank you,"just hurry up.
Teddy's doing pretty good.
Mm-hmm.
(sirens in distance)
You were on the math team in high school?
For two years. Why?
I don't know.
Just can't imagine you solving a problem.
My Ferretti sweater.
I had no idea where this was.
Richard Cooper's office.
Hi, Brenda.
Hey, somebody around here's
got some nigga ears.
Excuse me?
Biz Markie's Greatest Hits.
That man is a genius.
The genius that wrote "Pickin' Boogers."
- "Pickin' Boogers," "The Vapors" - (laughing)
And of course, my favorite...
#You #
#You got what I need #
BOTH: # But you say he's just a friend #
# But you say he's just a friend #
# Oh, baby, you #
(grunts)
#You got what I need. #
(both laughing)
(music winds down, stops)
Okay, Teddy, calm down.
You know you got two strikes.
There's cops all over the place.
(drops keys)
How the fuck y'all get in here, man?
Huh?
Who the fuck are you?
Huh?
What, this the new nigga?
You fucking him now? Huh?
You the new nigga, man?
No, no, I'm-I'm not the new nigga.
I've n-never been the nigga, I'm just a... friend.
How's it going? Richard Cooper.
Oh!
- Teddy! - Motherfucker!
Teddy, what the fuck's wrong with you?!
- You bring this stupid-ass nigga - Stop it!
- In my fucking crib?! - Teddy!
- (screaming) - Help!
- Fuck you! - Somebody help!
- Take the boot! Take the boot! - Somebody help us!
Take the motherfucking boot!
Hi, Mr. Landis, it's Tracy.
You like the taste, huh?! You like the taste?!
- Everybody freeze! - You like the fucking taste?!
Crunch it down, motherfucker!
- Hey! Get him now! - What?!
He's in a conference meeting.
- Everyone all right? - TEDDY: We good.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm fine.
This motherfucker broke into my crib...
with this bitch here!
(all screaming)
Thug life! Thug life!
- Thug life! - (police shouting)
Thug life, nigga! Thug life!
Wait, wait, wait, we can't do this.
- (two gunshots) - Fuck that!
RICHARD: Oh, yes, we can!
TEDDY: Thug fucking life!
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
What the hell is wrong with you?!
He could've killed us!
You told me he was out of town!
- Sorry! - And the damn cops coming here!
What the hell is wrong with you?!
I should be in a meeting right now!
No, no.
No, no, no!
Could you hurry up?
(woman speaking indistinctly over intercom)
(metal detector beeping)
(high-pitched electrical whining)
I don't care about "Thriller."
What kind of grown man has kids sleeping in his bed?
He'll never babysit my kids.
Look, we don't have all day.
LANDIS: I'm-I'm sorry, Mr. Yuni.
I'm-I'm sure Mr. Cooper will be here
in a moment with the prospectus.
(clears throat)
(whispering): Where the fuck is he?
I'm sure he's got a good explanation.
(groans)
Excuse me.
George, there's a call for you in your office.
Ah. Excuse me.
Actually, I like "Thriller."
Michael's last big one.
Yeah.
I knew he was gonna be a star, you know,
when I saw him on Ed Sullivan.
WOMAN: All flights in and out
of New York LaGuardia have been delayed
possibly three to four hours.
Thank you for your patience.
George...
I've been trying to cover for you.
They want to start- where the fuck are you?
Landis is pissed.
I'm not going to make it.
Oh, fuck!
Fuck!
Hey, Anita. How you doing?
George, calm down.
You can do this. You can handle it.
- Just calm down. - No...
Goddamn it,
Richard!
You're killing me!
I hope she's worth it.
(exhales)
Fuck!
I'm afraid we either have to get started
or we have to go.
We have another appointment.
Can we get started?
Of course. Absolutely.
Okay, um...
Mr. Yuni, my apologies, uh, but I have been working very closely
- (Yuni speaking japanese) - With Mr. Cooper on this
and I'm prepared to walk us through it.
(men speaking japanese angrily)
Um, if you take a look at, uh, page two...
I'm sorry, page... three.
(clears throat)
Performance chart from 19...
(men, woman speaking japanese)
(TV playing in background)
Hey, baby, you're late.
What happened?
(sighs) I got in a fight.
A fight?
What hap... Why? What happened?
I was pulling the car out the lot,
and this guy cut me off,
and he gets out of his car, then I got out of my car,
and, next thing I know, we're on the ground,
- and we're... - No, stop. No, stop.
That is, that's-that's the dumbest shit in the world.
I can't believe your...
You're a grown man! You...
All right, De La Hoya, you know what?
You put the dishes away, and I'm gonna go upstairs.
I'm gonna pretend I'm married to a grown man.
WOMAN (on TV): ...breaking news, this just in.
MAN: Today, in national news, a Washington D.C. Man
named Teddy Smith shot and wounded two police officers.
He was later apprehended after a violent standoff.
More news after the break.
Shit.
(sighs)
(rips paper)
Cooper, you're a good banker.
You've brought a lot of money to this company.
Do you think you've brought a lot of money into this company?
Yeah, I've-I've, I've brought some money in.
Well, in all the years you've been here,
you've brought in close to $20 million.
That's a lot of money, right?
Right?
L-I guess so.
See this quarter?
See it?
Yes, I see it.
This quarter is you.
This is $20 million.
Do you see this table?
This is Pupkin & Langford.
This is $800 million.
This is your value to the company.
You're on probation.
Any more problems, you're fired.
Are we clear?
Yes, sir.
You know, Cooper,
you can lose a lot of money chasing women,
but you'll never lose women chasing money.
##
RICHARD: I got lucky.
I still had myjob, I still had my family.
All I had to do was one thing.
Nikki is on line one.
Tell her I'm not here.
Sure.
(woman singing)
Sorry, he's not in right now.
(singing continues)
Nikki called twice.
What should I tell her if she calls again?
Just tell her I'm not here.
(singing continues)
- Way overboard. - (phone ringing)
I'm not offended, I just don't...
Well, you know what? You have to...
Richard Cooper's office.
I'm not here.
He's not in the office right now.
Can I take a message?
Well, can you let him know that I called?
Tell her I'm dead.
- Okay. - Really dead.
Will do, Nikki.
Really dead.
Yes.
(singing continues)
(song fades)
(rock music plays over speakers)
MAN: The Killers?
I always thought you were more of a Wu-Tang guy.
Nelson?
Get outta here!
Long time, no see.
Yeah.
Same to you, Mr. Wall Street.
Are you still working down at Pupkin & Langford?
Yeah, l-I think I'm still there.
We'll see how long that lasts.
- Hmm. - So, what are you up to?
Oh. Shit, nothing much.
Doing a little work for the Legal Defense Fund.
It's going okay.
Figured I'd come in here and pick up a few CDs.
Pretty soon, the only place you'll be able
to buy 'em is at Starbucks.
I know, and they don't sell any rap at Starbucks.
I guess you want some rap, you got to go to a liquor store.
Yeah, let me get a pint ofjack and thatja Rule.
Hey, guess who I saw two weeks ago- Nikki.
She said she bumped into you or something, right?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, she came by the office.
So, how was that for you?
I mean, you guys had a pretty bad breakup.
No, no, it was actually kind of cool to see her again.
I mean, if I'd ran into her
without my medication, who knows?
But, uh... we talked for a minute.
You know, caught up.
Got to tell you, Rich, man, she still look good.
I mean, she's... that (mumbles)... fine!
She's... man, just the way she's shaped...
I mean, you see her skin?! Did you... you saw her.
I mean it ju-ju-just... smooth.
I looked at her, I kept watching her, next thing I know,
I'd been looking at her for 20 minutes.
And I realized I was following her, you know what I mean?
I mean, it wasn't creepy or nothing, you know.
I didn't... I don't think she saw me.
And I'm just gonna, you know, stay away.
I'm getting my life together.
Anyway, if you see Nikki, you tell her I said hello.
Don't... no, don't... don't do that. Don't.
It's good to see you, Rich.
(woman singing)
Hey, Richard, I have some messages for you.
(singing continues)
Did Nikki call?
No, she didn't.
I guess she finally got the hint.
(singing continues)
(song fades)
Hey.
What are you doing here?
Can I ask you a question?
It's personal.
Go right ahead.
Why are you still married?
I mean, you never really seemed like the marrying type, and now
even though you say you're happy, I don't think you are.
I'm happy. I mean, wh-when I got with Brenda,
I decided to settle down.
I mean, she's a great mother, and I love her.
See? You don't say it right!
We're gonna go through this shit again.
How was I supposed to say it, Nikki?
You're supposed to say that you love her
and you can't live without her.
You just sound indebted.
You're not in love: You're in loyal.
Well, at least I'm in something.
At-at least I have a family.
Wh-What do you have?
Oh, don't throw that family shit at me.
You and your wife, you don't talk, you don't fuck.
If that's what family is, I'll wait.
For what, Nikki? What are you waiting for?
For the real thing.
Love.
Or at least a sponsor, but I'm not settling.
You ever think about getting a skill?
Oh, I got skills.
(laughs) What are you doing here?
I don't know, we're... we're friends, right?
(giggles)
Yeah... We're friends.
Come on, I got to get back to work.
You should come out with me tonight.
I'm not going out with you.
I need you to.
What for? What's going on?
Well, there's this guy, he's really into me.
I'm not sure what I think about him,
so I want you to come and tell me what you think.
After D.C., I have no desire
to meet any more of your boyfriends.
What, are you jealous?
No. Okay, who's this guy? What's his name?
Compassion.
Compassion?!
Wh-What? Compassion Fruit?
Compassion... Luther King.
Compassionate? Wh-Wh?
Compassion.
Just come, it'll be a blast.
You know, we'll eat onion rings till 4:00 in the morning.
It'll be like old times.
So, what am I gonna tell my wife?
Um... I don't know.
Just... start a fight.
RICHARD: Chicken?!
Yes. What is wrong?
Chicken again?
We have chicken every day- I'm tired of chicken.
I thought you liked chicken.
I like it, but I don't like it every day.
I mean, I feel like I got feathers coming out my ass.
All right, this isn't about chicken,
because I know you like chicken.
No, no, no, you know what? You know what?
You know what this is about?
This is about all the other animals out there
that are dying to be eaten that we don't eat!
Now, have you ever heard of lamb chops?
Have you ever heard of pork chops?
Can a nigga get a taco?!
Are you crazy?
I'm losing my finger-lickin' mind right now,
eating all this chicken.
I can't take it anymore.
Chicken hawks don't eat this much chicken.
You know what? I'm gone.
I can't take it! I can't take it!
Wh-Where you going?
To get some duck!
(train horn blares)
RICHARD: What the hell is wrong with me?
How could I talk to Brenda like that?
L-I'm losing my mind.
I got to go home. Okay, next stop,
I'm getting off this train
and I'm gonna go home to Brenda.
That's what I'm gonna do. I am going home.
So, I just got off the phone with Nikki, and, um...
she's running just a little bit late,
but she said she is gonna be here.
Late? How late?
I'm not really sure, but, uh, she told me
to take good care of you, and I will.
So don't worry about it: She'll be here.
(whispers): Excuse me.
So, sh-she's gonna be here, right?
She's gonna be here. Don't worry.
(classical music plays)
(hip-hop thumping loudly, phone ringing)
Hi. Um...
I'll have two vodka martinis.
BARTENDER: Olive?
Yeah...
Chicken?
Chicken, my ass.
(classical music plays)
(sighing)
(hip-hop playing)
Excuse me...
(shouting): Have you seen Nikki?!
No, she hasn't called, but she will.
Dance! There's a lot of girls here.
BARTENDER: Can I talk to you?
Fuck this!
Where is it?
Boring-ass suit.
(mocking): "I just wanted something different..."
with your green shirt!
(hip-hop playing)
(classical music playing)
Motherfucker!
Asian women.
I thought he was done with that bullshit.
(hip-hop plays)
Did you wear it yet?
Excuse me?
The shirt!
I sold you a shirt like, a month ago.
Saks?
We work at the men's section in Saks.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I remember you guys.
You-You sold me the green shirt.
Uh, what are you doing here?
We're just hanging out. We come here every week.
Wednesday's the best night. What are you doing here?
Uh, I'm-I'm waiting for someone.
Okay, well, we're gonna go smoke this.
You wanna come?
Uh, I really shouldn't. I shouldn't.
BOTH: Come on!
It's totally natural. I got it from, like, this doctor I know.
All right, but just a little bit.
- Come on. - Come on.
Well, what kind of chicken did you cook him?
He was just supposed to go out to get something to eat,
and that was almost four hours ago.
Did you go through his pockets?
Y-Yes, I checked his pockets.
Did you find anything on his computer?
Just a little Asian porn, but nothing serious.
I'm sure he's somewhere right now, just clearing his head.
(rap plays)
I called him.
A-And he hasn't answered.
Richard is a responsible guy.
I'm sure you don't have anything to worry about.
(rap plays)
Okay, yeah.
You're probably right.
(pop plays)
Have you heard from Nikki?!
I just got off the phone with her.
She told me to tell you she's sorry
but she's not gonna be able to make it.
She's going to Miami with some guy named Compassion.
Something about Puffy having a party.
(song continues)
(song fades)
Where have you been?
I'm sorry.
Fuck "sorry."
What kind of"food" did you go out to get
that takes five goddamn hours?
Brenda...
Brenda shit! Don't you say my name.
Are you fucking somebody?
'Cause I swear to God, if I find out you're fucking somebody...
It's not that: It's work. I...
I lost a client, and they put me on probation.
Now I wanted to tell you, but I didn't want you to get upset.
Where have you been?
I was at the sports bar, watching the Knick game.
The game has been over.
I know.
Don't you ever do any shit like this to me again.
Do you hear me?
I don't know what's going on with you, but you fix it.
I'm sorry.
You should be.
(line ringing)
Hi, this is Nikki.
I'm not here to take your call, so remember:
Love is God, God is love. Peace.
(voice mail beeps)
Nikki? Richard.
I don't know what happened to you last night,
and I don't really care.
I'm married. You're single.
Don't call me. Don't come by the office.
Don't e-mail me. Don't fax me.
Just leave me the fuck alone.
You got it?
Just leave me the fuck alone.
Thank you.
Good night.
Good night, Richard.
Go home, Tracy.
Good night, Richard.
GEORGE: Uh, Cliff, tell Russell I can do the late lunch,
and then we'll talk about that other thing.
(whispers): Okay.
Want a ride?
Yeah, sure.
Come on.
GEORGE: So, what are you gonna do?
RICHARD: I don't know.
Brenda's so fucking mad, I'm scared.
All right, buddy, now is damage control.
I'll tell you what to do.
This weekend, you get a babysitter,
take your wife out to a nice dinner.
- Okay. - Right?
See a bullshit chick flick, whatever she wants, and you take
one of these and you fuck your wife like you're a porn star.
You keep Viagra in the glove compartment?
Yeah, right next to the Altoids.
I may not look like Brad Pitt, but I can fuck like him.
Seriously, take this.
Show Brenda a good time.
And stay away from Nikki.
You got a good wife.
What are you doing?
I got a date with the intern from the third floor.
Goddamn!
She's 23.
Might need to take two.
And you're happily married?
17 years.
Good night.
All right.
(sultry jazz playing)
RICHARD: I'm gonna take George's advice.
Because even though he cheats on his wife and pops pills,
unlike our therapist, he's married.
That was incredible.
I know. Fantastic.
Next time, we got to take the kids.
Absolutely: They'd love it.
How long you think she's been out?
(giggling): Hours.
You know, sometimes I think they put her to bed.
Probably. Yeah.
Look, I'm gonna go check on the kids.
Nah, nah, nah, nah. I'll check on the kids.
I'll get rid of Rebecca, then I'll see you upstairs.
Okay.
Gotta go.
Wow, when'd you get back?
Just got back. Gotta go.
Oh, the kids were really great today.
I'm sure they are. Gotta go.
They all went to bed about 8:30.
8:30! Gotta go!
It was really cute.
They came up with this little song.
All right. "The Gotta Go Song."
Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go.
(woman singing romantic song)
(whispers): Daddy loves you.
(singing continues)
Ooh!
(music stops, Brenda snores)
(woman singing resumes)
(song fades)
(panting)
George, we got a problem.
It better be a problem. It's 3:00 in the morning.
Hey, I took that Viagra pill you gave me,
took it around 11:00, and I'm still hard!
Yeah, so what's the problem?
I'm still hard, George.
I've been hard for four hours.
This thing won't go down!
Well, did you relieve yourself?
Did I relieve myself?!
Yes, I've come, like, three times,
and I'm still hard, and it's all because of you!
Who the hell are you talking to?
Are you talking to some little bitch?!
Are you... are-are you talking to some whore in my house?
No, no, no, it's George, it's George.
George?!
What kind of down-low shit is that?
Look, George, I gotta go. Uh, it's not what you think.
Oh...
I did this all for you.
Oh, for me?
I wanted to have great sex with you,
so I got a Viagra pill from George,
and I came upstairs,
and you were sound asleep.
And I've just been hard for, like, four hours.
You've been hard for four hours?
Honey, you gotta help... you gotta, you gotta, you go...
Don't... Keep that thing away from me.
(sighs)
What are you doing?
You know what that commercial says.
Well, i-if you've taken a Viagra and you've had an erection
for longer than four hours, then you call a physician.
I'm calling Dr. Caruthers.
It's 3:00 in the morning.
I know, and he's... and he's not in.
Okay, so-so what are we gonna do?
(sirens, horns blaring)
Okay, about how much longer before we get to the hospital?
About 15 minutes, sir.
Are you sure you only took one?
Honey, honey, if you took more than one, just say something.
L-I just took one, okay? That's it!
No, this ice isn't working.
Wh-What do you mean, the ice isn't working?!
How's your eyesight? Is it clear? Is it blurry?
Uh... it's a little blurry.
It's a little blurry. Wh-What's that mean?
Could mean nothing, or it could mean you're going blind.
You're suffering from severe priapism. I don't think we have time to wait.
I'm gonna have to do something about this now.
RICHARD: What's going on?!
I'm going to have to perform a therapeutic aspiration.
Oh, my God. You-You sure?
A-A-A th-thera what?!
Therapeutic aspiration.
I'm gonna stick this needle into the side of your penis
and draw blood directly from the cavernosa.
Get the fuck out of here!
- Shh! - I promise you, it won't hurt.
- You'll just feel a pinch. - Brenda, Brenda!
Hold him down.
Oh... no, no!
No, no!
- Yes! Yes! - No, no, no.
It's not gonna hurt. Don't worry about it.
Pull over, pull over.
No, no!
(scream echoing): No!
(woman singing romantic song)
(singing continues)
RICHARD: After all my drama,
looking at other women just made me mad.
Look at her.
She should do that shit at home.
Fuckin'skank.
And look at this one-
send an e-mail, slut.
Nobody wants to talk to you.
(sultry laugh)
And look at this one.
Okay, I'm not mad at her.
I mean, who could be mad at her?
But I'm not gonna look.
I'm gonna just keep on going
'cause I am done making stupid mistakes.
From now on, it's family first.
(all singing children's song)
(applause)
(gentle theme playing)
(children laughing)
RICHARD: All right, we're gonna start with these accounts
and then work our way to the new ones.
You better order in, 'cause we got a lot of work to do.
(knocking)
Miss me?
RICHARD: If she had called,
I could have hung up on her, no problem.
But seeing her in person so close, I was defenseless.
(sighs)
NIKKl: I have a fiance now.
Sean.
(chuckles)
Get out of here.
You're getting married?
Yeah.
Nikki Tru is walking down the aisle?
I'm closing the deal.
Sean is in real estate.
What happened?
Uh...
I was at this party.
I was talking to this guy-
I don't even remember what we were talking about-
and... this little
22-year-old girl walks by.
And he was like, "Oh, excuse me, I got to..."
Then it hit me.
You know, I'm 32 years old.
I'm the old bitch at the club now.
Think it was
the first time in my life I was talking to a man
who wasn't even thinking about fucking me.
So, then I met Sean.
And I said to myself, I got to make this work.
So we're getting married in june.
And I want you to meet him.
Wow.
Let me get this.
You always get it.
You sure?
Yeah, I'm sure.
(Kelly laughing, squealing)
(Richard laughing)
Ah! Almost got you!
Daddy's gonna get you.
- (chuckles): Hey. - Hey.
How was work?
Pretty good. Uh, remember Nikki?
She-she came by today.
Uh-huh. Yeah.
Yeah, she's getting married to some guy.
Great.
Yeah, I hope he has insurance.
(chuckles)
Uh, Rebecca and Brian
- are waiting for you. - Thank you.
I'm gonna get Kelly.
(growls playfully)
(car alarm chirps)
THERAPIST: Yeah, I am so glad
you two are making such progress.
I wasn't sure we'd make it this far.
Yeah, I just decided to stop complaining
about all the things I didn't have
and start appreciating the things I did.
That is what I want to hear from both of you:
Getting along and appreciating what you have.
So, how are things physically?
Oh, well, um,
well, well, we're not quite having sex yet.
Um, but-but, hey, we are getting along,
and-and it's not all about sex, right?
Yeah, l-I, I'm not complaining.
Uh, I'm just trying to appreciate
the non-sex that we're having.
You know, you don't have to have sex
to show somebody you love them.
I see.
What you writing?
Oh, nothing.
(slow R&B theme playing)
Guys, I am so sorry I'm late.
Something came up at the office.
Not a problem.
Richard, this is Sean.
Sean, Richard.
Nikki tells me you work at Pupkin & Langford.
Do you know Matt Landis?
Yeah, that's my boss.
Ah! I feel sorry for you.
(chuckles)
Well, next time you see him,
- tell him Sean Waters said hello. - Yeah.
I wish you would've shown up earlier.
You know, I have to go and take care of a few things.
(groans)
Will you call me when you're done?
- Yes. - Okay.
Don't forget: Nobu at 9:00.
- Mm-hmm. - Don't be late.
I won't be.
Richard, next time you're in Malibu, look us up.
Bring your wife: We'll all go out to dinner.
Oh, that's a great idea, babe.
This is what you want?
You're getting married.
(laughs softly)
Do you love him?
Do I love him?
(chuckles)
In a few years, maybe.
I'm gonna be like you.
You know, I'm gonna have a nice house,
a nice husband, couple kids-
a nice, easy, dull, boring life.
And I will never again have to live
in a tiny-ass studio apartment.
Come on. Don't-don't hurt the guy.
What do you care?
You hurt?
Don't go there.
You started it.
Do I love him?
(chuckles)
You know, we could be really happy together,
you and me.
Don't you want to be happy?
My life's not about
what... I want.
I hear ice cracking.
Careful not to drown, Richie.
So, Sean leaves for L.A. In the morning.
I don't leave till Wednesday.
So why don't you come by tomorrow
and we can have a proper good-bye?
Y-You know, Nikki, I'm-I'm not sure.
I will call you with the address,
and I will see you at 2:00.
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Richard?
Baby, you up?
Hmm?
RICHARD: When I woke up this morning,
I had no idea what I was going to do.
You know, some people say life is short
and that you could get hit by a bus at any moment
and that you have to live each day like it's your last.
Bullshit.
Life is long.
You're probably not gonna get hit by a bus,
and you're gonna have to live
with the choices you make for the next 50 years.
RICHARD: You know, their numbers were pretty good last year.
I always thought that was a good buy.
But that's just me.
Sure, we could buy every day.
Uh, Lowenstein at Poco.
He speaks japanese, and he's gay.
I only say that 'cause I took him to Scores last Tuesday,
disaster, all right?
See what you can do.
Uh, all right, big guy wants us all to concentrate on EuroTech.
And nobody talks to them except me and Richard.
You got it.
All right.
RICHARD: When two people admit
that they're attracted to each other,
they're no longer in control.
The relationship has to play itself out,
for better or for worse.
Where's he going?
Lunch, Tracy.
(woman singing romantic song)
(singing continues)
Thank you.
Uh, excuse me...
Uh-huh?
Do you have any condoms?
Sorry, I didn't hear what you said.
Condoms.
Oh, condoms! Sure.
What kind you want?
Quiet ones.
Let me just get the blue.
Three-pack or 12-pack?
Three.
12-pack is cheaper.
Look... (sighs)
Can you just get me some fucking condoms?
I don't have change of a $20.
Hey, Bob!
You have change of a $20?
You got to have change of a $20.
Bob, the man needs his condoms!
You know what? Just keep it.
- Well... - just keep it.
Well...
(slow, sultry theme plays)
(bell dings)
Nikki?
NIKKl: I'm in here.
You're here.
I thought you might get scared and not show up.
Scared?
Scared of what?
I don't know.
Just scared.
You want to help me with this?
Yeah, yeah, sure.
Sure, I'll help you.
Ooh, ooh. Sorry.
It's all right, just...
It's okay. It's okay.
Okay.
Just got here and you're putting me to work.
(chuckles)
I think... I got it.
No.
Not yet.
But you will.
You like my shoes?
You're wearing shoes?
Yeah, I like them.
You mind if I keep them on?
Go right ahead.
What are you doing all the way over there?
Thought you weren't scared.
I'm just taking it all in.
You look real good, Nikki.
Why don't you take it all in a little closer?
I'm not gonna bite.
I'm gonna miss you.
(man singing soft rock)
Gonna miss you, too.
So what are you waiting for?
(singing continues)
Wait, wait, wait.
Take your clothes off.
(singing continues)
What?
Richard?
(singing continues)
What?
No, it's okay.
Sweetheart, it's okay.
S... What are you?
Richard, stop it!
No, st... What are you doing?!
(singing continues)
Richard! Richard!
RICHARD: Life is about choice.
We're all the sum of our choices.
And most of them are made for us.
You can't choose when you're born.
You can't choose where you're born.
You can't choose your family.
You can't even choose who you love.
But you can choose how you love.
(singing continues)
(song ends)
Richard.
Are you okay?
Yeah, yeah, l-I'm fine.
Oh, honey, what are you doing home so early?
Where are the kids?
I just dropped them off at my mother's house.
Hey, you're scaring me.
What... What's going on?
I missed you.
I miss you, too.
What's happening to us?
I don't know.
I feel like it's my fault
that we're not as close as we used to be.
Ah, it's-it's not your fault. It's my fault.
I'm not doing everything I'm supposed to do.
Is it too late?
I don't know.
(R&B music playing)
You know, baby,
I just want to tell you
how sorry I am for being so cold.
It's not like I don't like being married.
It's just that sometimes it feels like
the walls are closing in on me.
Now, hold on one minute.
Whatever you did, you did to yourself.
'Cause I been running around here,
trying to make a nice life for us,
taking care of the kids, being Everywoman.
But lately...
#You've been cold as ice #
# So cold. #
So have you.
Oh, grow up.
You know it's true.
Look...
I know none of this is easy, but I miss us.
I miss what we had.
I miss it to the core, and I just need to know...
# How come we don't fuck anymore? #
You the one on strike!
# It's been a mighty long time #
You out of your fucking mind!
Careful, nigga.
Baby, I still want you.
And I've wanted you for so long.
But every time I touch you...
#You act like I did something wrong #
- # No, I don't # - Yes, you do!
I don't want to leave.
# Neither do I #
I still want you!
# I'm gonna cry #
Where are the kids?!
I told you, they're gone.
# In that case, we should be making love #
#All night long, all night long #
# Hee... #
#All #
BOTH: # Night long... #
(saxophone wailing)
RICHARD: When I told Nikki that my life
wasn't about what I wanted, I lied.
I'm not that unselfish.
I know exactly what I want.
I want a woman that'll not only
fight with me, but who'll fight for me.
A woman I can go to war with,
who'll drag me and my kids out alive.
A woman that can see the good in me
when I can't even see it in myself.
You know, Nikki was a great fantasy,
but in reality...
I think I love my wife.
(man singing)
(woman singing)
(man, woman continue singing)
(song ends)
(whimsical, funky theme playing)
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(whimsical, funky theme fades)
(medium-tempo R&B intro playing)
(man, backup singers singing)
(singing ends)