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(dramatic music)
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(eerie music)
- Camille Francis, you have been sentenced
to 10 years to life
for the murder of Brandon Smith and Simone Smith.
- No, no, no, I didn't do anything!
I didn't do anything!
I'm innocent!
I didn't kill anybody.
You gotta do something.
- We will, not here.
(eerie music)
- [Guard] Ms. Francis, you got a visitor.
- [Camille] Probably wonderin' how I ended up here,
10 years to life for killin' my best friend, and his wife.
I had to choose between my life,
or allowing somebody to take mine.
So here I am, 10 years to life behind bars.
I went from livin' the dream to livin' a nightmare.
- Camille, I tried.
I really did.
- Yeah, all right.
- You're still saying that you had help,
but there's no proof.
- Ms. White, Vanessa,
I told you, the judge, the jury, the police,
that yes we went to confront Brandon,
but I did not shoot him.
- [Vanessa] We went over this 1,000 times.
- I did not shoot him!
- We went over this 1,000 times.
Cameras, photos, witnesses, everything points at you.
Only you.
- You're my lawyer, Vanessa.
I done seen you set free major drug dealers and killers.
Niggas you and I both know was fuckin' guilty.
I'm not guilty.
Like I said, I need you to find my girl Bubbles.
- Find her where, Camille?
Where?
(dramatic music)
- Porsha, how you doing?
- I'm good.
- Who's your friend?
- Urban, this is Camille,
Camille this is Urban.
Urban takes photos for the Socialite Gazette.
- [Camille] Hmm.
- Well damn, nice to meet you Ms. Camille,
how you doin'?
- All right, thank you.
Nice to meet you too.
- Yes, ma'am, pleasure's mine.
(soft kissing noise)
Check this out.
You ladies can come to my private street collection any time
and I can snap y'all up real quick.
- Oh, we'd love to.
- Yes, yes, yes.
- She's just a little shy.
But we both gonna be callin' you.
- Look, ain't nothin' to be scared of.
I won't bite, unless you ask me to, okay?
You got my card, give me a call when you ready.
All right, ladies.
- Have a good day.
- You too.
- Camille, what is your problem?
- Girl, I ain't never did no shit like this before.
- You ain't never took no photos?
- Not like this, Porsha.
- Look girl, he takes the best photos, okay?
And I heard he pays big bucks, $1,000.
And if they get published, that's even more money.
Well your ass must like working at the Waffle House.
- Now you know damn well
I don't like working at Waffle House.
But I'll believe it when I see it.
- So push them titties up and let's go.
(heels clanking)
- [Camille] Porsha was right,
working for minimum wage has been a struggle
since I moved to the East Coast a few months ago.
What was the harm of us taking some pictures?
(upbeat music)
(door squeaking)
- You sure this the right place?
- Yeah, girl, hold on before we go in, do I look good?
- You know you look good.
Do I look good?
- Hell yeah, fine as fuck.
- Okay, period. That's all I need to know.
- Period.
Let's go.
- Come on, let's go.
- Yo, Porsha, Camille, y'all come on in.
Y'all grab a seat.
What's going on?
How y'all doing today?
- We're good.
- Appreciate y'all coming through.
Hey look, before I shoot,
I always love to make a toast to success, so yeah.
(Porsha whispering)
- Okay, if you say so.
- Look, by the way I got another guest coming as well,
so I'm going to go ahead and pour another drink.
- You payin' right?
- Of course. Of course.
You work, I pay, that's how the game go.
- Sorry, we just ain't never did this before.
- Okay. It's all good.
- The money?
- Oh, so y'all wanna get paid right now?
Ah, I get it.
All right, cool.
Y'all drive a hard bargain.
I'll be right back.
- Fix your face.
- Girl, we don't know him.
- You want to go back to the Waffle House?
- No.
- Smellin' like waffles, and grease, and patty melts?
- No, I'm not.
I'm ready to get paid.
- So shut the hell up and fix your face.
- Here he comes back.
- All right, ladies, here we go.
(envelope rattling)
See, I ain't that bad now, huh?
- Told you.
- Look, here's our other guest by the way.
Ladies, Porsha, Camille, this is Pumpkin.
- Hey, y'all.
- She is one of my executive models.
- Nice to meet y'all.
- Big bucks.
- Nice to meet you.
- [Urban] Down payment for you as well.
- Thank you.
- [Urban] Thank you.
So ladies, let's go ahead and make this toast.
- Thank you.
- Always come through.
- To success, ladies.
I just drank mine, so I'm a little tipsy,
but I figured I'd have something ready for y'all.
- All right, ladies.
- To success.
(inmates chattering)
- Yo, yo, yo.
You good?
Hi, I'm Imani.
What's your name?
Damn, okay, Ms. Quiet.
You must be mute or somethin'.
- Ah, hey, that's that video chick Cherry Bomb.
- Who?
- Cherry Bomb, you know the one that was in
Hurto and Trell video.
Had the red shirt on, black shorts,
movin' her booty like this.
Little booties need love too.
(imani laughing joyfully)
- [Imani] I don't know what that was,
but I hope she wasn't doin' that.
- Hey, Imani, you know what I'm talkin' about.
She the shit.
- Okay, okay.
- What's up Cherry Bomb?
Oh yeah?
Let me find out this bitch
thinks she too good to speak to us.
No worries.
She gonna learn.
- [Camille] Since I was a little girl,
bitches always had a problem with me.
Rollin' they eyes, starin' and shit.
Just straight jealous.
Always wantin' to fight me.
I had to overcome the shit.
I had to always be the strong one.
(inmates chattering)
- Hey, Big Boo, let me get some of them snacks.
- Man, hell no, you owe me for 200 bucks last week.
- Man, come on.
Come on.
(inmates chattering)
- Hey, girl, I'm Fatima.
How you doin'?
You are Camille Francis, right, AKA, Cherry Bomb?
Mm-hmm, I know who you are.
I'm a fan.
No, a big fan.
Like I got your first cover on Socialite Gazelle,
the one where you had on the white.
Girl, city girl, who?
You, period. Yeah.
But you ain't been eatin'.
I know you too bougie for this bullshit,
but you got to eat somethin' girl.
Here, have my orange.
- Thank you.
- Big Boo, let me get some chips bro.
Goddamn.
(chip wrapper rustling)
(dramatic music)
- [Guard] Ms. Francis, wake up.
Outside.
(inmates chattering)
Random search, ladies.
Left leg up.
Right leg up.
Arms up.
Left leg.
- What's goin' on?
- Random search.
- Know the drill, arms up, left leg.
- They always wakin' me up
out of my sleep for this bullshit.
At least let us eat first, damn.
(inmates chuckling)
- Cherry Bomb, this my girl Ax.
Ax, this is Cherry Bomb.
- [Guard] Right leg.
- Yeah, I know.
You in here for murder, right?
- What?
Hell no, I'm innocent.
- Right, 'cause we all innocent.
(inmates chuckling)
- [Camille] I'm serious, y'all.
I ain't kill nobody.
- [Guard] Arms up, left leg.
- Oh, I thought you... My bad.
- [Guard] Left leg.
Right leg.
Arms up, left leg.
Right leg.
Arms up, left leg.
Right leg.
- Watch your hands.
- All right ladies, this concludes the search.
Now everybody get back in your cells
in a single file line.
Let's go.
- You heard the man, assholes and everybody let's go.
- [Inmate] Man, shut your small ass up.
(inmates chattering)
- Don't think you can't
get your ass whooped 'cause you a girl.
- [Guard] Ms. Francis, you got a visitor.
Come on now.
- This better be my lawyer.
I hired the best criminal defender
in the state of South Carolina.
And this bitch still hasn't been gotten me out yet.
- Oh, Camille baby, I'm so happy to see you.
You look so good.
- It's good to see you too, mama.
- Yeah, I can't wait 'til you get outta here.
- Damn, Camille, like mama say, you look good girl.
- Meka, it's good to see you too, Meka.
- Listen, it's just a matter of time
before you get out of here, okay?
I've been praying about it.
I just know he going to bring you home to us, okay?
- Mama, you know she not goin' home no time soon.
(mom sighs deeply)
- Camille baby, I love you and I'm so sorry this goin' on.
Let me pull out my Bible.
Listen, I got the perfect scripture.
It came to me this last Sunday-
- Mom, she's not tryin' to hear that.
Mama got all spiritual after you went to court.
- And the Lord is gonna see us through.
And right now, y'all are gonna listen.
You don't gotta talk.
Y'all don't gotta be friends,
but you gonna listen to this scripture.
Do you understand me?
- Thank me for the conditions
that are requirin' you to be still.
Do not spoil these quiet hours by wishin' them away.
Waiting impatiently for them to be active again.
Some of the greatest works in my kingdom
have been done from sick beds and prison cells.
Instead of resenting the limitations of a weakened body,
search for my way
in the midst of these various circumstances.
- [Camille] Glad my mama and sister
come to see me when they can.
My sister is all into this justice and black power shit,
while my mama's tryin' to get her life together.
She wasn't always like this.
People grow, and people change.
(dramatic music)
- Thinks she's better than everybody.
- Get her!
(footsteps stomping angrily)
- You better run!
- She's scared!
She went to go get her mama.
- Scaredy.
- She gonna have to come outside at some point.
- Camille, what in the world is goin' on?
- Nothin' mom, nothin'.
- Nothin'?
- Come outside, scaredy.
- I wouldn't do that if I was you.
- What's she gonna do?
(soft chuckles)
- She went to go get her mama.
- Scaredy.
- She don't wanna fight.
- Oh, okay.
So which one of you scaredy ass hoes
wanna fight my daughter?
(girls laughing)
- She think it's a game.
- Now I know y'all didn't run
all the way up here to be silent.
I said which one of you scaredy ass hoes
is tryin' to fight my daughter?
Because y'all not finna jump her.
- Okay.
(dramatic music)
Gonna show her.
Me.
- Hmm, so you wanna fight my daughter?
You look like a hater.
You better go beat her ass,
or you gonna have to deal with me.
You hear me?
None one of y'all better jump my daughter, you hear me?
Go handle your light work.
- [Bystander] Get her Melissa!
- Let's go!
- [Bystander] Beat her ass Melissa!
There you go, come on!
There you go!
Come on!
Don't let her beat you!
- Get off me!
- Get up, get up!
Don't let her beat you!
Get up!
Melissa, get up!
- I won, mom.
- You better.
- Mom, they was mad at me over some boy that liked me.
I don't even know why.
- Hey, you know what baby?
I already know.
It's one thing your mama knows.
If it ain't that little boy,
it'll be another little boy next week.
And if it's not that man, it'll be another man.
But what you cannot do is turn and run.
You gotta give 'em a fight.
You hear me?
- Yes, mama.
- Now, where your little friend Pumpkin at?
- She didn't walk home with me.
- Huh, so the day you get jumped,
the girl that's with you every day
just ain't nowhere to be found?
That don't seem strange to you, baby?
- It do, ma.
- Mm-hmm.
You can't trust none of these bitches, Camille.
You hear me?
I love you.
Now go make me somethin' to drink.
You gettin' me raggedy today with all this drama.
(inmates chattering)
- Solid, I hope your ass ain't thinkin'
what I know you already thinkin'.
- What am I thinkin', Imani?
- Come on, now.
I know your ass.
- I'm definitely gonna get a piece of Cherry Bomb.
I wanna see what she tastes like.
- But she don't even like pussy though.
- She a bitch, and all bitches like head.
And we up in here, everybody need a little somethin'.
- Maybe, but not from you.
(girls laughing)
- A choice, man, because don't nobody
wanna give you no head.
- Thank God.
Anyways, Solid, you better stop watchin' that girl at night,
you fuckin' night watchin' ass.
- You watchin' me watch her.
You might want some of Solid.
- No, sir.
My man is waitin' on me at home.
Two more years and I'm outta here.
- I got six more months,
Cherry Bomb gonna be the last piece of jail pussy I get.
- 'Cause you determined, huh?
- I'm gonna bust that cherry wide open.
(birds chirping)
- [Camille] This is what money looks like.
I done paid my lawyer thousands of dollars
to get my murder case overturned.
The first lawyer ain't do shit to prove my case.
And here I am rich and famous, stuck in a tight spot,
feelin' like a trapped mouse.
Money can't buy freedom,
but I hope it get me the fuck up outta here.
Vanessa?
You comin' up with somethin'?
Anything?
- Well I'm trying to, but we have nothing.
No names, no proof, or anything.
I'm still exactly where I was before,
because you can't give me any names.
- I done told you everything.
It was just me and Bubbles.
- We need more.
We need more to overturn this case.
Is there anyone else that was there with you?
Friend, someone that was just driving by?
- I don't know.
It was me and Bubbles, that was it.
I'm telling you everything I know.
- I'm doing everything that I can.
Do you know anyone that Brandon was associated with?
Talked to before you went to the house?
- What does that have to do with my case?
If I'm innocent?
- Most murder cases take over two years to solve.
You want me to fix this in two months,
with no proof, no witnesses.
Nothing that is on your side.
I can pull strings, I can work magic,
but I need something.
- You're supposed to be the best lawyer, Vanessa.
- I am the best lawyer.
- You gotta get me outta here,
like what are you doing?
- Everything we ask you, you do not remember,
you can't identify anybody on this list can you?
- This shit don't work.
I'm innocent!
- And I believe you.
I need help to prove that.
Do you know anyone that Brandon was associated with
that could possibly had any motive?
- No.
- I need you to think, Camille, help me here.
- Isaac, Urban, I don't know.
- They've got alibis that clear them from the scene.
I need someone else.
Anyone else.
Give me anyone.
- Brandon's dead.
Why is he even involved anymore?
He's dead.
- I need names.
- What can he do to help my case?
I don't understand.
- [Vanessa] I need a name.
- I told you everything I know.
(inmates chattering)
- Don't worry about her.
Watch her, but don't worry about her.
- [Camille] I remember this life.
I used to be in all the magazines,
radio interviews, television shows, and music videos.
Cherry Bomb was that bitch, and I was everywhere.
- So Camille, we can do all of this right now
to pay these bills,
and the rest we can pay for next week.
- And then we got the rest of this to play with.
- Uh-uh, this is not no play money.
We need all this.
We gotta keep it all tight,
like wearin' the same outfit one time.
- Like only wearin' one wig one time?
- Actually, that's kind of good.
You know a $200 wig maybe once or twice a week.
You know, when we can afford it.
- Okay.
And I guess this going to have to go
towards savings for the house.
- That works.
- Okay.
(phone ringing)
Hello?
Yes, when?
Okay, you say 8:00 PM, right?
Okay, okay, okay.
We going to be there.
All right.
- Well, Camille, who was that?
- We just got invited to Brandon Smith's house
for a mixer, girl.
- Oh, girl, 'cause I can wear this dress.
- This dress?
- This dress.
- Okay.
That dress cute!
- And actually, you know, Brandon can really
get us where we got to go.
'Cause he has all the gigs.
And plus, little sister, I didn't see no ring on his finger.
But he don't like you anyways.
- Ain't nobody want him.
(camille laughs joyfully)
- Well, little sister, meet big sister.
Period.
- Let's get ready!
- Oh, Brandon, he is just so fine.
Mmm, and chocolate.
(upbeat pop music)
- Hey, Camille, Porsha, glad you ladies could make it.
Welcome, welcome.
Got a couple partners
I need to introduce y'all to real fast.
Just follow me.
Hey, what's goin' on?
I got some ladies I want to introduce you to.
Ladies, this is Henry Duckett.
He's a manager of the rapper called Henrielle,
I know y'all heard of him.
- Oh, okay.
(joyful singing)
- This is that guy right here.
- How you doin'?
- I'm good.
- Nice to meet you.
How you doing?
Nice to meet you too.
- Over here, it's the king.
What's going on?
Got a couple ladies I wanna introduce you to.
Ladies, this is Brandon Smith,
he's an executive producer over at ASI.
He's the man, man.
- Oh yeah, I'm the man.
Okay well, it's nice to meet the both of you ladies.
- Nice to meet you too, Mr. Smith.
- Brandon, you both can call me Brandon.
- You know, B, these two ladies right here
gonna be the next best thing, bro.
- Camille and Porsha, huh?
Camille, this going to sound crazy, right,
but you remind me so much of my little sister, Amber.
Same height, same build.
Hell, y'all even got the same beautiful smile.
- Well thank you, Brandon.
- My man.
Ladies, look, follow me real fast.
I got a couple more people I wanna introduce y'all to, okay?
Come on.
- It was nice meeting you.
- Bye, Brandon.
(upbeat pop music)
♪ Slim thick
♪ Slim
♪ Yeah
♪ I'm a bad bitch slim thick, thick, thick
♪ Red bottoms on the heel with the red lipstick
♪ I'm a bad bitch slim thick, thick, thick
♪ Straight flexin' on the gram
♪ Make the other hoes sick
♪ Hey
- Bitch, we made it.
- Girl, finally.
(people chattering)
- Stuck up faces, but I'm just sayin'.
Oh, I just... I don't know.
- Okay.
They got the black marker everywhere.
- Oh. Okay.
(people chattering)
- I gotta make sure I look good.
Okay.
(people chattering)
My butt lookin' good.
- Fat, okay.
- All right.
- Ladies.
I'm so glad the both of you could make it.
- Well, thank you for inviting us Brandon.
- Thanks for inviting us.
- Well, I've been everybody about you.
- Hey, what's good, what's good?
This gotta be the ladies you was tellin' me about.
- Yes, it is.
- Well hello, hello, I'm Isaac.
- Porsha.
- Nice to meet the both of you.
- Camille.
- And I hope to work with you real soon.
- Oh, I definitely ain't lettin' these two go, bro.
They stayin' with us.
Y'all ladies ready to eat?
- Hell yeah.
- Hold on, hold on.
Camille, you mind if I speak with you
in private for a moment?
- I mean, go ahead girl.
I'll be right here.
- Okay.
- Brandon, you going to talk to me right?
- Yeah, of course.
- Okay.
- Make yourself at home.
I'm gonna go grab you a drink, okay?
- Okay.
Oh, Porsha, get your shit together girl.
He's fine, dark, and handsome.
And that beard I just, woo girl.
Get your shit together.
- Watch your step, watch your step.
Woo, it's a little chilly out here.
You want me to grab my coat?
I can do that no problem.
- No, it's okay.
- Okay. You sure?
- It's fine, Isaac.
- Okay. Okay.
- So, what did you want to talk to me about in private?
- You see, this industry can be crazy.
Fast and crazy.
- What do you mean?
- I learned if I see something I like,
I need to jump on it full speed.
- What you see?
- You.
(Isaac chuckles joyfully)
I mean, that's just...
- [Party Bystander] Mister,
I think they're ready for dinner.
- Thank you.
That's cool?
- I guess I could sit next to you.
- All right, let's go.
♪ I do
♪ Yeah
♪ I promise to give it all to you
♪ I'm lovin' on you without a clue
♪ Just stay right here
♪ I want you near me
♪ Lovin' on you it ain't the same
♪ It grows for you every day
♪ Just be my peace
♪ And be my tease
♪ I want you
♪ I need you
♪ I breathe you
♪ I wanna feel you
♪ I'm excited
♪ I'm so excited
♪ So invite me in
♪ Just lay your hands on me baby
♪ And love on me like you're crazy
♪ I satisfy your every need
♪ Don't run away from me baby
♪ My lovin' I give ain't lazy
- [Camille] Over the next few weeks,
me and Isaac was stuck like glue.
He treated me like the queen I was.
And he motivated me to do more and more model gigs.
It was like a dream come true.
But all dreams don't last forever with secret agendas.
(door banging)
(door knocking)
Ike, somebody at the door.
- Get it.
It's probably just the UPS man or somethin'.
- You ain't doin' shit.
- What the fuck you say?
(door banging)
- Damn, UPS doin' their job.
Can I help you?
Wow, wait, who is you?
- Where's Isaac?
- He a little busy right now.
- Busy?
- Yeah.
- You Amber, right?
- No, I am not Amber.
- You ain't gotta lie.
- Who are you again?
- Who am I?
Who am I?
You know what, you right.
- Right about what?
- That you aren't Amber.
- Duh, I just told you that.
- Anyways, tell Isaac Lala's lookin' for him.
And I want my money, all of it.
- Good luck.
- I will be back.
(door slamming forcefully)
- Who was at the door?
- Lala.
- Lala?
- Yeah, and she said you owe her some money.
And she wants all of it.
- I don't owe her nothin'.
Baby, you look mad.
- I'm pissed off, I'm about to go home.
- Why you about to go home?
Did that bitch tell you somethin' else?
'Cause it ain't even like that, on God.
- Get out of my way, Isaac.
- At least let me drive you home.
- I already called an Uber, it's okay.
- You sayin' it's okay but you mad about to leave me.
The fuck wrong with you, huh?
That bitch don't mean shit to me.
- Why me Isaac?
Is it because I look like Amber?
- Oh, so she told you about Amber?
You know what?
You do remind me of Amber, and we did fuck a little bit.
But she wasn't my girlfriend, so what?
- Well thanks for your honestly, Isaac.
I guess I'm your look alike fool around side hoe.
- Baby, it's not like that.
You're Camille, you're beautiful.
I'm attracted to you.
I'm in love with you, girl.
- Get out my way.
- Tell me you not feelin' me and I'll move.
Give me a kiss.
♪ Sittin' back thinkin' about you
♪ Wonderin' what I'm gonna do
- Come here.
This right here is all mine.
- Mm-hmm. Oh.
♪ Said that you wouldn't do this to me
♪ Said that you would be my everything
♪ You lied, you lied, you lied.
♪ You lied, you lied, you lied
- [Isaac] Shit.
(dryer banging)
(camille moaning pleasurably)
- [Camille] That was the first sign
I should have left Isaac alone.
But in that moment, I totally regarded the present issues
and just wanted his comfort to please me.
(inmates chattering)
- He's so damn aggravating.
Hey, yo, Camille, heads-up,
the CO's doin' another random search in the morning.
- Damn, they still on that?
- Every day.
- I ain't got shit to hide,
it's just gettin' up that fuckin' early, man.
- Oh girl, we all be flightin' in here.
If you ever need somethin', let me know.
You need a little motivation,
little pick me up.
- Nah, I'm cool.
- Well, if you want an orange, I got you.
- See, now that I'll take.
- Catch you later.
(inmates chattering)
- [Solid] You gonna let me fuck you.
- [Camille] You ain't never gonna get this.
My lawyer needs to hurry up and get me out of here.
As for flightin' I know all about that.
I pop a few pills at parties,
and on set just to survive.
I gotta stay strong in here, ready and alert.
- I love it.
Let me have you right here please.
Come here baby girl, you look awesome.
I love the glitter.
- Thank you.
- Disco war ball right here.
Let me see that.
I love it.
Okay, come here baby I'm lovin' it.
Oh, I'm lovin' the wrap dress.
Right here baby.
I need to be able to see you.
Give me that.
I love it.
Hey baby, how you doin' tonight?
I love the hair.
Come here, right here for me.
I'm gettin' all kind of zebra vibes from that.
Okay, I love that hair.
Come here, oh, dang.
You is extra juicy, oh my God.
All right, I need you right here.
I need to see all that thickness baby girl, right here.
And give me that party love.
You gotta give me that baby.
- Let's go, oh, oh, oh.
- Let me have you right here next to Ms. Sky,
because that red dress is gonna make this thing pop.
Don't be nervous.
Don't be nervous, you look good girl.
All right, y'all, about to go get Sky, okay?
- Hey girl.
(joyful chattering)
It's about to get lit.
♪ So we gonna have a girl's night
♪ And we gonna get wasted
♪ If he keep blowin' your phone up
♪ Send him to the dial tone, no explanation
♪ So we gonna have a girl's night
♪ And we gonna get wasted
♪ If he keep blowin' your phone up
♪ Send him to the dial tone, no explanation
♪ No explanation
♪ This gonna be a girl's night to remember
♪ Callin' all my girls I ain't seen in forever
♪ He said where you goin'
♪ I said let me check the weather
♪ I'll be gone 'til November
♪ No, I ain't got no time for explanation
♪ 'Cause I ain't really trip
♪ When you was out with the basics
♪ I already told you, you ain't ready for the races
♪ Is that my favorite drink
♪ Hell yeah, bring that case in
♪ 'Cause we gonna pop these bottles just to start the party
♪ Then we hit the club walkin' like some models
♪ Then we hit the bar just to drink some more
♪ Now it's time to head to the dance floor
♪ 'Cause I got Quavo in my cup
♪ And all these fellas lookin' good
♪ And if I blame it on the alcohol
♪ It ain't gonna be good
♪ Said we gonna have a girl's night
♪ And we gonna get wasted
♪ If he keep blowin' your phone up
♪ Send him to the dial tone, no explanation
♪ Said we gonna have a girl's night
- Oh, girl, there you brother.
- I see.
- Oh girl, we gonna get it.
It's gonna be a cute page.
♪ Now it's time to take another bathroom break
♪ Got to check my makeup and my lips on straight
♪ My girl's snappin' pictures postin' to the gram
♪ Damn, now my man gonna know where I am
♪ Time to change locations
♪ You know that man crazy
♪ He probably already on his way with Jay and them
♪ Come on, we gotta go and hit the next spot
♪ Damn, it's too late
♪ There he go with that flash car
♪ Been around the room, yeah
♪ I can't find my baby
♪ I don't know and I don't know why
♪ Why she's gone away
♪ And I don't know where she can be
♪ But that's my baby
♪ And I'm gonna find her
♪ Said we gonna have a girl's night
♪ And we gonna get wasted
♪ If he keep blowin' your phone up
♪ Send him to the dial tone, no explanation
♪ Said we gonna have a girl's night
♪ And we gonna get wasted
♪ If he keep blowin' your phone up
♪ Send him to the dial tone, no explanation
- That was great, that's a wrap.
(girls celebrating joyfully)
- Y'all did that, woo!
- Love it.
Ms. Sky.
- Thank you, thank you.
It's always nice workin' with you.
(joyful chattering)
- Girl, do you see Brandon over there?
- Mm-hmm, I see him.
- Oh girl, he so fine.
- I know you see his wife.
- Girl, I see her ass.
What the hell he brought her for?
- I don't know why she came.
- Look at Isaac lookin' at you girl.
(joyful chattering)
- How's my hair?
- Girl, you look good.
You good, you good.
(joyful applause)
- Mmm, baby.
You did so good.
You look delicious.
Give me a kiss.
Mmm.
- Camille, you look gorgeous.
- Thank you, Brandon.
- That red, it reminds me of a cherry bomb.
- Cherry bomb?
- [Brandon] Yeah.
- [Camille] I like that.
- A cherry bomb, I like it.
From now on, we gonna call you Cherry Bomb.
- Hey now, that's my Cherry Bomb.
You better watch out.
(joyful chattering)
Baby, I hope you not about to change,
'cause we can go to lunch just the way you are.
- Really think so?
- Hell yes.
- Think this is lunch attire?
- Babe, let's go.
- Okay, Brandon, you'll keep me company right?
- Oh, of course.
Here, let's go grab some drinks.
- Okay.
- [Brandon] You lead the way.
- I'm sorry, who is this?
- I have several dresses I'd like to show you today.
Not sure how you feel about this one.
- This one's okay.
It has too many patterns on it.
- Okay, all right, I can understand.
I have another one I'd love to show you.
A little more vibrant in color.
- Okay, this one is kinda cute.
I mean I could wear this to the bar.
- Okay, all right.
- A little wine color, yeah.
- Okay.
- I have one more selection
I'd love for you to take a look at.
- Okay.
- This one.
- Oh, this.
This one.
This one is nice.
- I can tell you like this one.
- Yeah.
- Okay, let's take a look
and see what it could possibly look like on you.
Oh, yes.
That looks amazing against your body.
- I know.
This is definitely the one.
- That one is screaming Cherry Bomb.
- Yes.
- Okay.
So you think this is it?
- Yeah.
This one is definitely givin' Cherry Bomb.
- I agree, great choice.
- Yeah.
- Okay, let's do it.
- This is the one.
- Y'all got the plan?
- Yep, so we want me to distract the CO-
- Lower your fuckin' voice, Imani.
- So, you want me to distract the CO
while you rush in the room and hold her down.
- That's the plan.
- So what do I get out for helpin' y'all,
and why are you so excited Ax?
- I mean, because if Solid wants her,
I'm gonna make sure Solid gets her.
- I'm motherfuckin' Brody.
You're scared ass.
- So all you gotta fuckin' do
is distract this CO like you always been doin'.
You not new to this shit.
And I'm gonna make sure my brother at the toy store,
make sure your kids got a good Christmas.
- [Imani] You promise?
- You got my word.
I'm gonna make sure he drop them toys off like Santa Claus.
(imani laughing joyfully)
- Bet.
(upbeat rap music)
- Look at you, what are you doin'?
- We just got here, what you talkin' about?
Why you tryin' to leave?
- So you doin' drugs now?
- I popped one pill, Porsha.
We do it all the time on set.
- No, you and Pumpkin may do that shit,
but I don't do that.
- Maybe you need one to loosen up,
because you actin' like a Debbie Downer right now.
- Look at you, Camille,
you forgettin' about what we doin' this for.
For the money, our goals.
You forgot about the goal?
- Oh baby, my eyes is on the prize, okay?
You are just jealous.
Why you actin' like that?
- Bitch, jealous of what?
- Let's be real, Porsha,
you know I make more money than you.
And you wanted Brandon,
and that got turned down when you found out he was married.
Yeah, I knew the whole time.
- Hmm, you know all of that.
- Mm-hmm. Let me get Pumpkin to get you a pill.
Hey Pumpkin, a pill.
- Don't call that bitch.
- You need to chill out.
You need to take one of these.
- You know what, Camille, I should beat your ass right now.
But you so fucked up, you probably won't even feel it.
- I sure won't because I'm high
as a motherfucking kite right now.
I'm high, I won't feel shit that you do.
- You know what, bitch, I'm done with you.
Make the money.
- Don't let it make you.
Bye!
We about to turn up.
Bitches tell you how they feel when they get mad.
I was born alone, and I'm gonna die alone.
At least I still got my Isaac.
(camille moaning pleasurably)
- Isaac baby, I'm home!
(camille moaning pleasurably)
- Uh-uh, what the fuck?
- [Isaac] Oh, shit.
Camille, Camille, I'm sorry.
- That's that same Lala bitch.
- Camille.
- Let me go.
- Camille, I've been tryin' to let your ass know
that I wanna break up.
- Why, Isaac?
What the fuck did I do to you?
- Nothin', I just don't wanna be with you no more.
Let's go.
- So you wanna leave me for her?
- Excuse me, Cherry Bomb, it's always been me.
- You ain't gettin' none of that.
- I just don't wanna be with you no more.
All right?
And you not going to fuckin' touch her.
She pregnant with my baby.
Now get the fuck out my house.
- [Camille] Oh, okay, y'all two deserve each other.
- Got one of them desperate hoes.
- You good baby?
You all right?
- I'm good.
- Nobody worried about that bitter ass bitch.
You good, all right?
- You got that for me?
- Oh, you know I got you.
I already know what you came for.
(pills rattling)
- Thank you, Pumpkin girl, you always lookin' out.
- No, thank you.
You know I got you, whatever you need.
But I just got a crazy text message,
I got to go handle this.
But if you need to chill here, you can.
Whatever you need, all right?
- All right.
- Hey, girl, are you Cherry Bomb?
- Yeah.
- How are you doin' today?
- I'm doin' good.
Who are you?
- Oh, I'm Bubbles.
I'm a video girl like you.
Actually, I wanna be just like you.
- You come here all the time?
- No, not too much.
But I do get my stash from Pumpkin
'cause she got the loudest.
- I'm the loudest, okay girl.
- Okay.
Aren't you Isaac's girlfriend?
I've seen you guys around a lot together.
- No, no.
I cut that off, I been cut that off.
- Oh no, what happened?
- He cheated on me with some random ass bitch.
- You want me to beat him up, girl?
- Girl, yeah, fuck his motherfucking ass up.
(bubbles laughing)
Okay?
Do you take these?
- I do.
- Here.
- You take two first.
- Take two?
- Yeah.
- Oh, okay.
You like to party I see.
Bubbles was a chick that motivated me
to stand up for myself and get revenge.
She convinced me to break into his shit
while he was sleepin'.
We had a crazy ass plan.
(dramatic music)
♪ I don't trust nobody bitch
♪ Fuck you
♪ Bad as fuck
♪ I don't trust nobody bitch
♪ Fuck you
♪ Mad as fuck
♪ You talkin' but you sound retarded
♪ Anything you say be cappin'
♪ Got you losin' head
♪ Lookin' like a lead
♪ Are you really mad that my pockets are fatter
♪ Got your daddy goin' crazy over Ms. Berry baby
♪ Let me go ahead and sip on this tea
♪ 'Cause she gettin' a little shady
♪ Yeah, bitches always runnin' their trap
♪ Talkin' about things spinnin' me on the pillow
♪ Play with them balls, middle finger
♪ Fuck ass nigga, shakin' my head a fuck ass nigga
♪ Bitch did you think I was gonna let you get away
♪ Thought I made it clear I said it to your face
♪ Don't bring your shit to me
♪ Yeah I'm a pretty lady
- There you go. Mm-hmm.
Bon Appétit.
- Eat up, dog.
(bubbles imitates dog barking)
- Wait, wait, wait, let's put it in a bowl.
(sticky noise)
- Oh shit.
Oh, fuck.
(stomach grumbling)
- Oh!
(stomach grumbling)
(dramatic music)
- What the fuck?
That bitch!
(dramatic music)
♪ We just gettin' started
♪ We just wanna know
♪ Never let a hard time humble us
♪ Ain't no holdin' us down
♪ They see that it's that time
- Hey, Isaac.
- Hey, Felicia.
Girl, when you gonna let me take you out?
- Boy.
- Stop playin'.
The mornin' I had was horrible.
Don't you feel bad for me?
- Not really.
- I had to take two showers this mornin',
so don't play me like I'm not fresh.
- What the hell is that you're eating?
- You don't know nothin' about this.
- Looks like dog shit.
Ew gross, it's dog food.
Gross, ew!
Ew, I can't believe that.
- I'm glad my mom and sister didn't seem to give up on me.
Behind these walls can get pretty lonely.
- Hey girl, it's good to see you again.
You know, me and mama were able to get you a care package.
Has your favorite magazines, snacks, hygiene products.
I hope you like it, girl.
- Thanks y'all, I really appreciate that.
- And baby, that new lawyer Ms. Green,
I think we got ourselves a good one.
She gonna know what she doin'.
That other guy you had, he ain't worth a damn.
But Ms. White, she gonna get us outta here.
I'm excited about it.
I'm so excited.
- Yeah, we gonna see.
She walkin' in with new Chanel bags,
and new purses, and new wigs, and lace flat laid,
and edges is done.
- [Mom] Oh baby, don't worry.
- She better get me out of here.
- [Mom] She gonna get you out.
Got sent Ms. White to us.
What you think, baby?
You ready to see your sister come home?
- Yeah.
- I'm ready.
- I really appreciate y'all for real.
- Absolutely.
- You're always lookin' out for me.
- Always, baby.
(calm music)
♪ If you're ready to leave
♪ Baby leave no doubt
♪ 'Cause he's ready to change
- I don't know what the fuck Isaac was thinkin'.
I mean, I thought he was tyrin' to keep it real with you.
Camille, men like Isaac,
they tend to want the best of both worlds.
And sometimes they end up breakin'
more than just hearts, you know?
- Did you know he was still sleepin' with Lala?
- No, of course...
Like I told you before,
I thought he was tryin' to do right by you.
I mean it's hard enough for me
to keep intact my own relationship,
and I'm the happily married one.
- You happy over there Brandon?
- I mean, yeah.
Simone gets on my nerves sometimes,
I mean she nags,
she even cries sometimes,
but nothin' I can't handle.
I really just can't believe it's been five long years.
You know we tryin' to have a baby, right?
- I'm gonna be an auntie?
- Oh, don't count your blessings yet.
I said trying to have a baby.
And if it happens, it just happens.
- Can I ask you somethin'?
- Of course you can, you my sister.
You can ask me anything.
What's the question?
- You always say I resemble Amber.
How come I haven't met her yet?
- Amber died, Camille.
- I'm so sorry I asked that.
I'm so sorry.
Sorry I brought that up.
- No, it's okay.
She had cancer.
She had a long fought battle,
but she even beat it twice before a relapse.
Her and my mom were two of the strongest souls I ever known.
They were like angels here on Earth before they died.
- Aw, that's so sweet.
I'm glad you shared that with me, 'cause you didn't have to.
- Yeah, hey I got an idea.
Why don't you come over to the house,
and let me make somethin' for you.
- What?
- It's a surprise.
I just wanna cook up somethin'.
I wanna see if you and Amber got the same taste buds.
- Okay, let's do it.
- Yeah?
- Yeah, I trust you.
- Okay, all right, cool.
It's freezing out here.
- Mm-hmm.
Nippy.
So you guys do...
(dramatic music)
(dishes rattling)
- [Bubbles] Lookin' for somehin'?
- [Brandon] What the fuck you want, man?
- [Bubbles] Open up the safe.
- [Brandon] There ain't shit in my safe for you.
- [Bubbles] Nigga, I'm not gonna ask you again.
Sit the fuck on the bed.
- [Brandon] You ain't got to talk to my baby like that.
- [Bubbles] Shut the fuck up.
Push me over in two.
- [Brandon] You can get all this cash,
you ain't gettin' the ring though.
- [Bubbles] Give me that fuckin' ring.
- [Brandon] All right, you got my shit,
now get the fuck out.
(bag rattling)
- This should keep me up
if the food is good like I want it to be.
- And dinner is served.
So you just chill here, make yourself at home, all right?
- Okay.
- I'm gonna go grab us some drinks.
- Where's your wife?
- Simone?
- Yeah.
- Simone's out of town on business.
You know she's gonna close this big deal.
I'm gonna go pick her up
from the airport in the mornin'.
- Well, congratulations to her.
- That's my baby.
- That's it.
- Close your eyes.
- Okay.
- They closed?
- Yep.
Come on, they closed.
It smells good, Brandon.
- Oh, yeah.
Open them.
- Pasta?
You made pasta, Brandon?
- Not just any pasta, Camille, try it.
Go ahead, try it.
- Okay.
- Hang on, big mama, chill.
You gotta give yourself time
to taste the mystery ingredients first.
- I know, my bad.
I'm over here eating like a pig, it's so good.
- No it's good, it looks good.
- It really is.
- Hey listen, let's just enjoy this together.
Let's make a toast.
- What are we toastin' to?
- To ASI.
- Bigger rims, bigger necklaces, and bigger watches.
- I know that's right.
(camille gags)
- Get you bad huh?
- Oh, what's this?
They keep talkin' about the same sugar babies.
- [Brandon] Yeah, have you ever seen this movie Central?
- [Camille] Mm-hmm, this my favorite one,
one of my favorites.
It's one of my favorites.
- Get in your feelings, that's some irony they built.
- Mm-hmm.
- This is one of my favorite ones too.
- My favorite favorite one is Miller's Father.
- Oh, we gotta check that one out next too.
Okay.
- You seen Treasure Box?
- Yeah, plenty of times.
Seem Treasure Box at least eight times.
- Mm-hmm.
- Want another drink?
- Sure.
Well, we just need to... might be a little soon.
- Okay.
(calm music)
- Camille, what the fuck happened last night?
- Oh my God, Brandon.
This is wrong.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
- Wait hold on, the pasta, the liquor, the movie.
Shit, I think we had too much fun last night, Camille.
- Oh my God, I feel so embarrassed.
- No, no, no, I'm the one who should be embarrassed.
I mean, I'm married.
I mean I'm happily married.
I swear to God, this is the first time
I ever cheated on Simone.
I'm sorry.
- It's okay, Brandon.
We both were wrong.
I forgive you.
- No, it's cool.
You know what?
This right here, it's gonna be all a secret, okay?
Okay.
I'm gonna get myself cleaned up,
and go to the studio for a bit.
You can let yourself out.
You should come to the club tonight.
- I'll think about it.
(camille sighs deeply)
♪ Nothin' like this love I'm givin'
♪ I'm yours and that's for sure
♪ Baby don't you waste my time
(bubbles yawns)
- So, you fucked your brother.
- I mean, we ain't blood, but he is like my brother.
- And he's married?
- I know.
Them pills be gettin' me too loose sometimes.
(bubbles laughing)
And on top of that, drinkin' that liquor.
It was a bad combination.
(bubbles laughing)
I needed a friend after Isaac though.
- But you got me, friend.
- Bubbles, you cool, but I need some dick in my life too.
- I guess.
When's your next gig friend?
- It's tomorrow, girl.
I can't wait, I'm too excited.
- Yes!
- I haven't had a gig in so long, it's gonna be dope.
- I know, yes.
- [Camille] Since I met Bubbles, she always have my back.
I thank God for friends like her.
Bubbles?
- Why you so sad, friend?
- Isaac broke up with me.
But only after I caught him with that Lala bitch.
- Fuck him!
How can he do this to us?
But don't worry, I have somethin' that'll make you feel
10 times better, and forget all about that.
Looky, looky friend.
Besides, I know a place where we can find way better niggas
that's gonna treat you the way you deserve.
- It wouldn't hurt to go out.
- Exactly.
He's not treating you the way you need to be treated.
You're Cherry Bomb.
- And that's why you my bitch, Bubbles.
(bubbles laughing)
- You ready?
- Let's go.
- Okay.
♪ Pick a side
♪ Let's go
- See girl, I told you I'd get that for you.
Wa-la!
Anyways, fuck that nigga Isaac.
There's plenty of other niggas in this club
about 10 times better than him,
and will treat you better as well.
- I told you I wasn't interested.
- Stop being so scaredy.
Matter of fact, here go my fine ass hoe right there.
Hey, D, come out here and meet my girl Cherry Bomb.
- Okay, hey, I know you.
Nice to finally meet you.
- Nice to meet you too.
- Heard a lot about you.
Come with me.
(upbeat rap music)
- He said he wanna kick it with both of us tonight.
Come on, girl, 'cause I think he got some bread.
- Oh.
(upbeat rap music)
- So, welcome to my magical room,
where all the magic goes down.
(upbeat rap music)
- Somethin' don't feel right.
(terrified screaming)
Oh my God, what do I do?
(dramatic music)
(soft sobbing)
Oh, what do I do?
(door knocking)
(camille sniffles)
- You have herpes.
And you need to let all your past and present partners
be aware of it as soon as possible.
- Yes, ma'am.
(somber music)
- The doctor said I got herpes.
- Damn girl, you gotta be more careful who you sleep with.
Oh my gosh.
- I know that.
I'm tellin' you because I think you got it too.
- What? I don't have no herpes.
Are you shittin' me?
- We both slept with him, and if we-
- And like I said, I don't have herpes.
Girl, you trippin'.
- Anyways girl, like we need to get ready
for this job and everything like that,
so you know what I'm sayin',
I don't even know what is goin' on.
But we gonna have a good time today,
because you know your best friend is here.
And I'm gonna keep it real with you, okay?
- [Camille] If she wants to deny it, so will I.
It's a secret.
I guess my personal secret.
(machine beeping)
(door knocking)
- Ms. Smith, how are you?
- Hi, Ms. Graham.
- So what brings you in today?
- I'm tryin' to see if I'm pregnant.
- Okay, your labs already came in.
Are you excited?
- Yes.
Me and my husband, we have really been tryin' hard
to have us a little one.
- Well, I pray for good news.
The doctor will be right in.
- All right, thank you.
(door knocking)
- [Dr. Martin] Hey, Ms. Smith.
- Hey, Dr. Martin, how are you?
- [Dr. Martin] I'm good, and yourself?
- I'm doing fine, thank you.
- Good, good.
Okay, well I have some good news and I have some bad news.
- I'm pregnant?
- First I have a question.
- What's the question, Dr. Martin?
- Are you aware that you have herpes?
(dramatic music)
- I wasn't sure what was goin' on.
I've only had sex with my husband for five years.
- Well, you and your husband
are going to have to have a long talk tonight.
The good thing is you still can have a healthy pregnancy.
For most people having the herpes virus during pregnancy,
it doesn't affect the pregnancy, the child birth,
or the fetal health, okay?
For those who get the virus in the final trimester,
now the virus passes onto the fetuses,
say about 30, 50 out of 100 births.
And for that reason, the doctors they recommend a c-section.
And that's just to cut down on the risks of infection.
So that part there, that's the good news.
- I might not have a husband after tonight.
- I hear that.
- Looks good.
No, don't get that one.
Yeah, get that one.
Oh, get one of those.
- We about to have fun tonight.
We all gonna pop some pills,
get some drinks.
- Anything to get over Isaac ass, shit.
These niggas be such dogs.
(bubbles imitates dog barking)
- You stupid.
(bubbles laughing)
(phone ringing)
- These gonna be some good snacks.
- Business calls.
- Oh, girl.
- We might have a gig tonight.
- Okay, yes.
- Hey, B.
Hold on, hold on, let me pay for my stuff.
- Here's your change.
- Thank you.
What?
- Camille, Camille, you gave me fuckin' herpes.
- What are you talkin' about?
- Simone went to the doctor, now she has that shit.
- What does that have to do with me?
- Camille, you the only one I fucked besides my wife.
You gave that shit to me, and now she's got it.
- I don't have that.
- Camille, you can play dumb all you want,
but when I see your ass I'm gonna kill your ass.
Do you hear me?
I'm gonna kill your ass.
(dramatic music)
- You heard what he said.
He's gonna fuckin' kill you, bro.
- What am I gonna do?
- You gotta kill him first.
- No Bubbles, I can't do that, Brandon is my brother.
- Damn that, Camille, that's not your real fuckin' brother.
And like these niggas say, it's just business, okay?
You got to get him before he gets you.
- I gotta talk to him.
- Talk to him and say what?
"Sorry I burned you, can we still be friends?"
That's not gonna work, bro.
Not this time.
Matter of fact, do you still have your gun?
(dramatic music)
Either it's gonna be you, or it's gonna be him.
So what's it gonna be, you or him?
- It's gonna be him.
For sure.
(dramatic music)
- That's right, and we gonna get his ass tonight.
(dramatic music)
There he go right there, girly.
We gonna wait 15 minutes,
then we gonna go in there and surprise his ass.
- I don't think I can do this, Bubbles.
- Stop actin' like a punk bitch, Camille.
- Damn, why I gotta be all that?
- 'Cause that's how you actin'.
This man threatened your life.
(dramatic music)
Look, I know you're scared,
and we could really leave right now.
But when you think about it,
if you don't catch him now he gonna get you later.
- Damn, Bubbles.
Okay, but we just goin' in there to talk to him, okay?
- Talk?
- Please just talk to him.
- Okay.
Well promise me this, we still gonna take the guns with us,
and you better be ready to shoot this motherfucker.
- I promise.
(dramatic music)
- Simone, baby, I didn't mean to hurt you.
- So who did you sleep with?
- Come on, Simone, baby, that's besides the point.
This was a one time thing, baby.
I promise it's never gonna happen again.
- It's not that easy, Brandon.
You hurt me.
Not only mentally, but physically as well.
Thank God I can still have children,
but this disease Brandon,
I have to carry with me for forever.
- I know, baby, hold on.
- Shut the fuck up and listen.
You wanna be the head, you wanna be the lead?
You bein' the head and you bein' in the lead,
what do I get? Huh?
A non-curable disease that I have to live with
for the rest of my life with our without you.
How could you?
- With me, Simone, what are you talking about baby?
I'm not goin' nowhere.
I mean, I'm not leavin' you.
Look, I make a mistake baby.
But you still my wife until death do us part.
(dramatic music)
- I loved you, Brandon.
- You mean you love me, Simone.
- This is how I want to remember us.
(gun shot ringing)
- You ready to do this?
- Come on, let's go.
(dramatic music)
All right, Bubbles, we just gonna talk to him, okay?
- Oh, we're gonna talk to him all right, friend.
- Put the damn gun down.
We're just gonna go talk to him.
That's it.
- I promise.
(dramatic music)
- Brandon?
(gunshot ringing)
- Bubbles, no.
- She was gonna kill you, friend.
- [Camille] Since I've been here,
that's all I can remember from that night.
Bubbles shot Simone.
Brandon was already laying on the ground.
I didn't shoot him, and I didn't shoot her.
Like I said, I'm innocent.
- Ms. Francis?
Random search.
- What's goin' on with the lights?
Y'all didn't pay the light bill or somethin'?
- Fuck they got goin' on now?
(inmates chattering)
- Stick to the plan.
- What the fuck's going on with these lights?
- You know this cheap ass shit, man.
- You fuckin' serious, man?
I mean we supposed to work in these conditions?
What's up with this shit?
- I don't know, bro, but they keep underpayin' me,
I'm gonna let one of these hoes go.
- You know man, the taxes that come out
of our check every week are supposed to pay for this shit.
- Exactly.
- Really? I can't work under these conditions.
What the fuck's the problem?
- Sick of this shit, man.
- Fuck.
All right, ladies, that concludes our search.
Now everybody back to your cells.
- Hey, you, lookin' so strong and swollen.
- Imani, stop playing with me.
- Who says I'm playin'?
- Look, I know you want me,
but no I got to keep my job.
- But just imagine if we weren't here.
Just imagine the things that I could do to you.
- Damn.
(inmates chattering)
(ax laughing)
- Girl, what's wrong with you?
These lights, they flicker off, on and off all the time.
You'd think all this money they get in here
they'd have enough to pay the bills.
- Girl, I'm goin' to bed,
just let me know when this shit over with.
- To bed?
- [Camille] Yeah.
- Lights off, it's time to turn up.
- [Imani] What the fuck?
Somebody ain't pay the light bill.
(inmates chattering)
- [Announcer] Lock down.
- [Camille] Get off me.
Get off me!
- [Solid] Listen up, Cherry Bomb.
- [Camille] Get off of me!
- [Solid] Now I gotta take this pussy.
- [Camille] Uh-uh, get the fuck away from me!
No! Get off!
(camille screaming frantically)
- Yeah!
Woo!
You know what's up like that.
Ah, Cherry Bomb, Cherry Bomb.
(dramatic music)
(machines beeping)
(dramatic music)
- [Camille] I was violated in here.
These bitches caught themself holdin' me down and rapin' me.
Little do they know, I got a little surprise for them.
They put all three of them in the box for two weeks,
and givin' them more time on their sentences.
What's more time to a street rat?
I need to get out of here, now!
- Camille, I am so sorry this happened to you.
- No, you ain't.
You ain't even doin' shit to get me out of here.
- I am.
Two murder cases being overturned,
that takes work and time.
Look, I need you to stay low
until I can get you in front of a judge again.
- I gotta get out of here now!
Do I need to hire a new lawyer?
- You can.
Now whoever you hire is gonna have to clean up
this big mess that you created.
- Well, I guess that's what I'm gonna have to do
'cause you ain't doin' enough cleanin' for me.
- Good luck finding someone else
to take care of this dead-end of a case.
I did this for a favor.
I'm all you got.
- [Camille] A favor?
- Yes, actually, yes.
- With my money?
- You have no proof on this case.
No one out there would take this case.
- [Camille] But you did.
- Yeah, I'm tryin' to help you.
I actually believe in you.
But I mean, what's the point?
I'd much rather be home.
- Well, damn.
- Now you can cooperate with me and stay low,
or I can walk out.
Up to you.
- Don't look like I'm walkin' out of here any time soon.
- We'll see about that.
- Camille?
Camille?
Yo, are you ignorin' me?
Camille?
- [Camille] I can't trust nobody.
I got to get out of here.
I feel like I'm about to go crazy.
I'm innocent!
- Camille?
Cherry Bomb?
- Pumpkin?
- Yeah.
- Girl what you doin' here?
- Man, shit, I've been back about a month now.
- It's good to see somebody I know.
- Yeah, I heard them hoes jumped you though.
You good?
- Yeah, I'll be all right.
- Yeah, well, you know me, I'm here to save the day.
Listen, take one today, one tomorrow,
forget everything, okay?
- You always comin' through, Pumpkin.
- You know I got you, friend.
(upbeat music)
♪ Hey
♪ Oh, hey
♪ Hey, hey
♪ What a way to go
(upbeat pop music)
♪ Oh, hey
(upbeat pop music)
♪ I really do think I be losin' my mind
♪ I really do think I be losin' my shit
- [Camille] The pills made me forget about everything.
They made me feel free, and they made all my pain disappear.
I felt I needed that.
Days was flyin' by fast.
I had thoughts maybe my lawyer might come through soon.
This ain't the life I want.
Bubbles?
Oh my God, what you doin' here?
- Camille, I haven't seen you in so long!
- Girl, I know you not my new roommate.
- It looks like it.
- Anyways, Bubbles, I'm in here for what happened that night
with Brandon and his wife.
But you here now, so you can help me get out.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, I can do that.
Besides, it was an accident.
We didn't go there to kill nobody.
But kinda keep it a little low,
if people find out that we're friends,
they won't let us be roommates anymore.
- Bubbles, I'm not tryin' to be here at all, okay?
I'm tryin' to get out of here.
They got me for two murders.
- I know, I know.
Let me talk to my lawyer tomorrow,
have him look at the case, and see what he can do, okay?
- All right, Bubbles.
But there's somethin' I ain't asked you.
- What that?
- What's your real name?
(bubbles laughing maniacally)
- Camille, friend, we've been friends for too long
for you to not know my name.
- I never asked you.
- Well my name is Amber.
- Amber?
Amber?
What the fuck she mean Amber?
Yes, it was two of us, okay?
We both went to go talk to Brandon.
- Okay, so you and a friend went with guns
to talk to Brandon Smith and his wife?
- We didn't even know his wife was there.
- So you are agreeing that you and a friend
with with guns to talk to Mr. Smith?
- It was only for protection.
He threatened my life, detective, mine.
- So bein' that he threatened you,
you went over there with a gun?
Right?
- We didn't shoot nobody, okay?
That's the only thing.
We did not shoot anybody.
Yes, we went with guns, okay?
- Camille, who did?
- It was me and Bubbles.
She accidentally shot Ms. Smith.
I don't know what happened, okay?
I wasn't all the way there.
- So in your statement, you said that she shot first.
- That's exactly what happened.
- Okay.
Well, here's a photo from the cameras.
(dramatic music)
We see Cherry Bomb, but we don't see anyone else.
- I don't know, but she was there.
Y'all tryin' to make it seem like I went crazy,
but she was there, okay?
Bubbles she was there.
She was there the night I seen Brandon!
- Okay, so we don't know her real name,
or we don't know your friend.
So you say her name Bubbles, right?
What's her real name?
What's her first name, what's her last name?
- I never thought to ask her that, okay?
- Okay.
So, we need to look for your friend.
Can you at least give me a first and last name?
'Cause this is gonna get pinned on you.
You're facing 10 to life.
- I don't know.
All I know is her name's Bubbles.
That's it, that's all I can tell you.
- Well, you can go back to your cell.
That's it.
(dramatic music)
- Camille?
Camille?
Guess who I got on the phone?
- Girl, how you get a phone up in here anyways?
- You know I got my ways, that's Melissa though.
- Hey, what's up?
- What's up, girl?
Glad to hear your voice.
I told you if you ever needed anything to hit me up.
- I know, I know, I know.
Girl, quick, you remember Bubbles?
- Bubbles? I don't know no Bubbles.
- The girl that was with me at the photo shoot.
- Again, I don't know no Bubbles.
- She came with me and she left with me.
- I don't remember nobody bein' with you.
- It was four of us.
- No, it was three.
Me, my home girl Red, and you.
I don't forget shit.
- [Guard] Pumpkin?
- [Pumpkin] What?
- [Guard] You're needed, let's go.
(inmates chattering)
Camille Francis, let's go.
- Why you bring me here?
- I told you I can make anything happen.
- Yo?
- What's up Fatima?
- What's up with you?
You been ignorin' me since this shit happened,
like I had somethin' to do with it.
- This why you brought me here?
That's why?
- Yes, like look at what all I had to do
just to talk to you.
- Look, I just been tryin' to lay low, okay?
Countin' my days 'til I get up outta here.
- Camille, layin' low?
Look at all of what I had to do just to get to you.
Like we locked up, it's not what you know it's who you know.
And in prison, who you know means survival, Camille.
- I hear you, but I'm about to go.
- What?
- Pumpkin, you got that for me?
- Got you.
- Pumpkin?
Camille?
- Let's go.
- Camille?
- You tried, that's all you can do.
- Fuck!
- [Camille] If I could just go back
to bein' where I first started, free, happy.
- Yes, I love it.
Hold that for me.
Okay, give me them legs.
Give me that, oh, right.
Oh, you lookin' right.
Give me more.
Money, money.
That's what I'm talkin' about.
Oh, Cherry Bomb, girl come on in here.
Come join, oh my God.
- Where do you want me?
- Hey guys, thank you.
Oh, that dress.
That's what I'm talkin' about.
We about to go with Cherry Bomb.
Hold that for me, hold it.
Hold that, hold that, mmm, yes I love it.
I love it!
Okay, thank you ladies, that was wonderful.
You did great.
- Camille?
- Melissa, girl that you?
- Girl, you look so good!
- I ain't seen you in forever.
- Girl, I know.
I hope you're not still mad about that boy.
- Girl, that was in the past.
That's dead and gone now, we moved forward, okay?
- Girl, that nigga wasn't shit anyway.
- Ain't shit.
He sure wasn't shit, that's why he ain't my nigga now.
- Right. Right.
But if you ever wanna hang, or if you need anything,
just hit me up.
- I got you, boo.
Here let me give you my phone
so you can put your number in there.
- Why?
- What you say girl?
- Huh?
- Oh, I thought you said somethin'.
- Oh nothin', I was talkin' to my friend about somethin'.
- All right, girl.
- I'll see you later.
- All right.
- Come on Bubbles, let's just go.
- I'm sick and tired of her actin' like that.
(dramatic music)
- Hey, boo.
- What's up girl?
- What you been up to?
- Nothin', stayin' flirtin' with Officer Richardson.
- Girl, you probably done throw that thing back.
- Girl, I threw it all the way back.
I be doin' shit on purpose, just so he can check me.
(laughing joyfully)
- Girl.
- For real, I swear that my baby daddy, girl.
- In your mind, but it works.
- Yeah.
- Y'all look cute together.
- I know, I need to lose a little weight, thick as hell.
- Girl, you just need a little waist trainer.
(laughing joyfully)
Snatch that thing in, you good, you good.
- I know it, for real.
- What up?
- School boots.
Solid, let me see your tongue.
- What you mean?
- Solid, let me see your tongue.
- Man, my shit been swollen for a minute now.
What y'all tryin' to say?
- Man, this bitch burnt us.
- She sure did.
So that means we gonna get her ass tonight, right?
- Hell yeah.
- I'm definitely with the shit.
- Bubbles, I'm so happy you're here.
I finally got a true friend.
- Absolutely, friend.
We're gonna be in this together.
- I'm serious, Bubbles, havin' a friend in here,
it just gives me hope.
- Mm-hmm.
Oh by the way, my lawyer has some good news.
They supposed to be hittin' me up tomorrow.
- Really?
- Yeah.
- Oh, that's dope!
Oh my god, I can't wait.
- What you got there, friend?
- Oh, these?
- Yeah.
- Just somethin' to make us sleep a little better tonight.
- Oh, you know I like to party.
Same time?
- Mm-hmm.
- Mmm.
- We gonna sleep good tonight.
- Mm-hmm.
- Hopefully hear some good news tomorrow.
- Definitely.
- [Camille] And in that moment, even if we was locked up,
I had a feelin' everything was gonna be all right.
And I can sleep good tonight
waitin' for the good news tomorrow.
(dramatic music)
- [Solid] Bitch, I'm gonna kill you.
- Kill me for what?
- Ah!
- Y'all held me down, I didn't want none of y'all.
- You could have told us.
- What the fuck?
Y'all raped me!
(dramatic music)
Get off of me!
- Solid, you gonna do it or what?
- Get off of me, Bubbles, Bubbles wake up.
- Who the fuck is you talkin' to?
- This bitch delusional.
- Bitch, ain't nobody there.
- Y'all don't see her?
Bubbles wake up!
- Solid, you gonna kill this crazy bitch or what?
- [Camille] Get off of me!
- Solid, we went too far.
Solid, kill this bitch.
(eerie music)
- [Camille] Bubbles wasn't real.
She was just a part of my imagination.
So this is my end, Camille Francis, AKA, Cherry Bomb.
(dramatic music)