Two Can Play That Game
He didn't think you'd|fall for that line.
Girl, I don't believe him.|Oh, he's a dog.
Tail- having-anything-that-moves|humping- ass dog.
You need to kick him to the curb.
Oh, no, no. Don't cry, Karen.
Karen. Don't move, sweetie.|I'll be right there.
Men are so full of it.
Give a brother a break,|treat him with trust...
... and he'll screw you around.
Sorry I'm pissed off now, but|my best friend is having man trouble.
Miss Smith, Tracye Johnson's|on line 2.
I'm in a meeting,|but I'll be there in an hour.
Tracye. Another one of my girlfriends.|Man trouble too.
Seems like every woman I know|has man trouble.
Have you noticed around spring|men start to act up a bit?
They don't act up in the winter.|They want that indoor activity.
But as soon as the season breaks,|they show their asses.
It's true. It happens every year|around spring, the breakup season.
The time when women wear|miniskirts and skimpy clothes...
... letting their stuff hang out,|causing men to lose their mind.
Spring is when I have to counsel|all my girlfriends...
... on how to keep their no-good,|unable- to-say-no men in line.
Amazing what a little|warm weather can do.
Jason, sweetie,|clear my schedule for today.
Oh, hello, yellow.|That's stunning, girl.
- Any emergencies, call my cell.|- I always will.
Men are so predictable.
Jason knows where to find me.
Morning, Miss Smith.
What is it about men|and big booties?
Like my house?|Not bad for a girl from Compton.
By the way, I'm Shanté Smith...
... senior ad executive|at Parker and Long.
And if you haven't noticed,|I'm a sister.
An educated, strong sister...
... who knows where she's from|and where she's going.
But let me ask you a question:|Why can't men act right?
Don't they know that...
... women would gladly give them|the respect they needed?
But because they show their asses,|we gots to chuck them.
Take my girlfriend Karen|for instance.
She's been staying with me|for a few days.
There's nothing to it if we don't.
Forget about invitations.|Let's get married tonight!
See what I mean?
Are you still in your PJs?|Baby, it's 11:30.
- You feeling better?|- A little.
Good. How about this? Bam!
- Your favorite.|- You know you're my girl.
I got your back.
What's the matter?
Michael used to give|me chrysanthemums.
I miss him.
Oh, no. Now, come here.|Come here.
This really saddens me.
Karen's a top executive|at a big engineering firm.
Michael! Oh, Lord Jesus.
The youngest executive|in the company.
Black, white, male, female,|she's the youngest.
Strong, sharp, very impressive.
One day after lunch,|she meets this...
... scary-curl, Uncle Tom-looking,|bucktooth brother.
- So, can you fix my car?|- Shit, I can fix anything.
She cut his hair,|even straightened out his teeth.
You need anything else fixed up?
She's a down sister.|She'll work with a brother.
- Mike.|- Big Mike.
- What's your name?|- Karen.
- Yes.|- Damn, you beautiful.
You make a brother wanna sing to you.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, Karen
I want you
Brother was looking good.
He treated her like a queen.|She gave him everything.
He was where he should be:|Begging her to....
- Marry me.|- Really?
- Marry me.|- Really?
Really. Marry me.
Everything was fine.|Peachy- keen.
Then one day, he saw a mirror.|Trouble.
He started thinking, "Hey.... "
- Looking kind of good.|- Come on.
Next thing you know he's acting up.
Acting like he's running things.
He moved in,|the flowers stopped coming.
He started to show his ass.
Though he's not cheating...
... it's been two years,|and he hasn't mentioned marriage.
Suddenly, he's afraid|of commitment...
... giving her that old line.
I've been hurt,|so I'm careful with my heart.
He was broke, with a Jheri-curl|and crooked teeth.
- Look. Can I get another beer?|- Yeah.
She's got choices.|You know what I told her to do.
Right. Kick him to the curb.
It is time to move on, Karen.
Time to find a new man,|learn how to cook.
- I can cook.|- You can microwave.
It's time to learn|a bit about sports, too.
The way to a man's heart is through|stomach and sports. Not your wallet.
All I tried to do|was fix him up a little.
I know. Now, no more Michael. Eat.
A man is like a stray dog.|You feed a stray dog one day...
... and if he comes back,|you got him hooked.
Plus, a man's loving|is better on a full stomach.
When's the last time you showered?
Tracye's situation is different.|Her man? Definitely cheating on her.
A sure sign of that is the constant|roaming eyes.
Then he says:
Come on. I'm just looking.|Nothing wrong with just looking.
Then comes that line:
I'm a man, ain't l?
No, you're a dog.|You know what I told her to do?
Finally, there's Diedre.
Two words describe Diedre:|Ghetto fabulous.
Her man, double negative.
He has no job and no money,|talking about....
Baby, lend me a c-note.
- Hell no!|- Come on, baby.
- You know I love you, girl.|- No! I'm sick about that shit now. No!
Somebody please tell her|what she should do.
That's right.|Kick his broke ass to the curb.
Miss Smith. How are you?
Fine, Cynthia.|Is Keith in his meeting?
- I'll let him know that you're here.|- Thanks.
Mr. Fenton, Miss Smith is here|to see you. I will send her in.
He's just finishing. You can go in.
Is everybody clear what our agenda is?
- Absolutely.|- Let's reconvene about 4:00?
This is a big deal,|let's not leave anything to chance.
Me? I don't have a problem|with my man. He behaves very well.
Don't be alarmed. Keith's my man.
This ain't none of your business.|I'll be back.
Nothing like love in the afternoon.
You may be surprised I just did|a little freaky drive-by.
But let me explain something.
Keith is my man|and has been for a while.
It was a typical night out for us.
We were looking good and acting bad.
There were lots of good-looking men.
Then he looked at me.
And for a second,|everyone in the place disappeared.
He was fine.|But there was something else.
That something that makes|your head light.
- Excuse me.|- Yes.
I'm gonna ask you some questions.
- Questions?|- Yeah, questions. All right.
If I'm right, all answers|to these questions will be yes.
- You think so?|- I think so.
Well, let's see.
- Do you like chocolate?|- Yes.
- Do you think I find you attractive?|- Yeah.
If I were to kiss you right now,|would you slap me?
Don't you find me attractive?
- You look all right.|- I'm all right?
- Would you like to dance?|- Yes.
So, you see? Keith is special.
You don't do that for everybody.|Just your man.
If you forget everything,|remember this:
Men want a woman in public|and a freak in private.
If you disagree with that,|then you don't know.
You better ask somebody.
- Keith!|- What? What?
What are you doing in here?
Open up the window,|stuff flew all over my desk.
You opened the window?
You hit it, didn't you?
- Oh, you's a dog!|- I ain't say I hit it.
I don't think I said that.
You got the look in your eyes.
Yeah, but I will say this.
There's nothing you can ever say|to make me leave that woman of mine.
She do got a fat ass.
Did you smack it?
Vice president of marketing|and a bona fide ho. Hey, Conny!
- Hey, how you been?|- Fine. Where you headed?
- To see your man. Is he there?|- He's there.
- Let me go holler at that Negro.|- Okay. Bye, sweetie.
Every girl's got a bit of ho in them,|but Conny's different.
She's a do-whatever-it-takes-|to- get-your-man...
... kind of ho.
I don't know how she got thatjob.
But after she got hired, her boss|got a divorce. You make the call.
I'm here to see Keith.
Why am I not afraid of her|hanging around him?
I trust him.
I'll see him for dinner.|He knows what he's got. That's my man.
Oh, did I mention how|accomplished he is?
Gotta love that man.
Time to see Tracye. It's spring.|She'll be fighting with her man.
Who are you messing with?
I won't get mad or yell.|Just tell me who you're messing with.
Because I know you|messing with somebody.
So who's the bitch|that you messing with?
What are you talking about?|I only mess with you.
- You's a liar.|- I ain't lying.
You's a liar.
Because you smelled some perfume|on me the other day?
I hugged my mother.|Her perfume must've got on me.
I know you're lying, Dwain.
I know because I found these drawers|underneath the couch!
So who do they belong to?|They damn sure ain't mine.
That's right.|Sit down and think up a good lie.
I wanna see how you'll|get out of this one.
If you're not sure your man|is cheating, this is what you do.
Plant underwear at his house.
Too big or too small,|so it's clear they're not yours.
Pull them out in front of him|and see what he has to say.
Tracye, that's your problem.|You're too jealous.
Who do the underwear belong to?!
- I'll tell you.|- Go ahead and tell me!
Relax, okay?|The underwear belong to...
... my sister.
Her machine broke.|She came to wash her clothes...
... and left them over here.
Matter of fact, she called me|about them. Let me see.
With the glitter. That's them.
- That's them? You sure?|- Yeah.
Liar! I'm sick of your lying ass!
You ain't nothing but a liar!
Damn, they're loud.
Why must black people cause ruckus|in a white man's building?
I hate that I had to say that.
But admit it, minorities do seem|to get louder than white folks.
- Stupid-ass motherfucker!|- Stop yelling! Shit!
People are outside.
I'm so sick of your lying ass!
How you gonna talk about|your sister....
- Where you been today?|- Tracye?
Stop. I ain't playing with you.
- I ain't playing either!|- Bitch. Excuse us.
Get ahold of that. Relax.
Let me ask you.
Why do men let women come over|their house and break shit?
That don't make sense.
When you do your dirt,|go over her house...
... so when she gets mad,|she can bust up all of her shit.
That's it. I'm through with you.|It's over. I'm going home.
I'm sick of you anyway.
- I'm sick of you!|- Just get out.
Don't you tell me what to do.
Where you going? Get back in here.
- Son of a bitch!|- Tracye?
- My mother bought me that vase.|- I'll catch you later. Okay?
I'm coming.|I just got some shit I got to handle.
Now we can go.
- No, you gonna pay for that.|- I ain't paying for shit.
- I bet you'll pay for that.|- I won't.
- Lord have mercy.|- You're gonna pay.
- I ain't paying.|- I'll take the jacket.
- Give it back.|- You gonna take it? Stop.
Before a man cheats on you,|there are signs.
I was working late.
What's wrong with a brother|buying some new underwear?
I mean, yeah, I wear|Fruit of the Looms, but...
... l wanna try Calvin Kleins.
- I was working late.|- My ring?
It's right here.|It was itching my finger.
- I was working.|- I know I ain't worked out in years.
But I'm trying to get back|into shape for you.
The number 1 excuse of a cheater is:
I was working late.
That's right.|"l was working late. "
- There you go.|- Ready to go, Shanté?
I can't. I gotta do dinner with Keith.
- Don't hate.|- I'm not.
Let's go. A sister trying|to get something to eat.
- You can't have a drink?|- No, I'm hungry.
Two things you don't mess with:|My man and my food.
Either one, I have to cut you.
Yes, honey. Ghetto fabulous and proud.
I heard about you redecorating|Dwain's apartment.
Yes, with a baseball bat.
Jacked all his shit up.|That's what he get for lying.
At least he got a job.
He better than my sorry-ass man.|Know what I don't understand?
How a man can have a mouthful|of gold teeth and be broke.
- I don't get that shit.|- Grill just loaded. A grand.
- Michael has great teeth.|- He should for what they cost you.
- Don't start.|- They did set you back a bit.
I don't know what you saw in him.
Get out of here!
- That's what she saw.|- Has to do it every time.
And was sprung. Okay? Sprung.
The brother knows how|to handle his business.
I can testify to that.|I'll tell you, Tyrone may be broke...
... and have a mouthful of gold,|but he's a pipe-laying fool.
My baby can lay the pipe!
Shanté, what about Keith|with his fine self?
- He's a professional man too.|- Yummy.
- A lawyer.|- Treats her like a queen.
Baby got big feet.
- I'm sorry for noticing his feet.|- He can hang a suit too.
Go again, Diedre.
There she go.
Get the phone. That's my baby.
Shake that ass.
Shanté? That was Keith.
He said he can't do dinner.|He's working late. Work it out.
He's working late?
I don't know why we had to come here.
Shanté likes to clear her head here.
How do you know everything|she says is true?
Because nobody knows more|about men than Shanté.
Tell Miss Thing who has|the 411 on the fellas?
I don't wanna toot my own horn,|but beep.
- She didn't say yes.|- She didn't say no.
Will you two quit it?
When I have a problem, I call Shanté.|She keeps it real.
Ladies, can I get some|on keeping it real?
Keeping it real!
lsn't that Keith on the dance floor?
I thought you said he's working late.
Damn, girl. What you gonna do?
Go over and say hey.|I'll be right back.
Lying no good son of a bitch!
I can't believe he lied to me.
- What kind of bull is that?|- No, she'll handle business.
Get it together, Shanté.|Get it together. Get it together.
Okay, this is where the rules begin.
If you find yourself|in a situation like this:
Rule no. 1: Never panic.
Act like it doesn't bother|you one bit...
... and address the issue head-on.
Hey, Keith. I thought that was you.|What's up?
Shanté, look, this is--
I'm Shanté. I'm sorry. Is that DKNY?
- Yes, it sure is.|- Girl, cute outfit.
Nice to see you, Keith.|Talk to you soon.
She was nice. Who's she?
Don't cause a scene. Don't go off.
Less is always best. Right now|he doesn't know what to think.
Let's get our stuff and go.
- We haven't eaten yet.|- The food's not good.
- What did you say? He's leaving.|- I said hey.
Why do men do that shit?
I'll slap him and that little ho|he was with.
- She's not a ho.|- She's a hooker.
She works with him. They had a drink.
You allow him to go out?
- You have to have trust.|- Exactly.
I have reached a new level|of respect for you.
See what I mean? My girl got skills.
So I lied. Like you ain't never|lied to your friends before.
Rule no. 2: Never let your|girlfriends know the whole situation.
They'll give you bad advice|and ruin your confidence.
And confidence is key.
- Ready to order?|- I'll have spaghetti Parmesan...
... with olives, basil|and sun-dried tomatoes.
When you're in a spot, your friends|are watching. Show no emotion.
If you panic,|your girlfriends will panic.
- Anything to drink?|- A martini. Shaken not stirred.
Smith. Shanté Smith.
Nothing happened. I was hungry.
She asked me join her. That's it.
- Nonsense, Keith.|- That's the truth.
You took this woman to a club|and didn't want a hit?
Correction, she invited me.|I didn't wanna hit.
- Semantics, dog.|- That is Shanté's favorite spot.
How would I take a girl|I wanna hit to her spot?
Hold on one second, dog.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,|I intend to prove...
... that Keith Fenton has perjured|himself in the court of law.
Brother, sit down.
May I approach the witness,|Your Honor?
May I treat the witness|as a hostile witness?
Thank you.|Keith, I'm a tad bit confused.
Maybe you can help me understand.
You took this 26-year-old,|supple- breasted...
... tight-assed, skin so smooth|it look like buttermilk...
... to a secluded restaurant|and danced with that.
Then when you got caught,|you acted guilty! Why?
- You wanted to hit it.|- No.
- You wanted to hit it.|- I did not wanna hit it.
You wanted to bend it up in her,|to tap that ass!
- Down in your loins!|- All right.
- You lusted for her!|- Okay!
Maybe a bit I lusted for her.|She fine.
Good, now we getting somewhere.
See, Keith, you're guilty, dog.
... of lust.
- All right?|- Okay.
You wanted to hit it.
Whatever you say.|What do we do right now?
- We wait.|- This boy's just ignorant.
- Who's taking me home?|- I got you.
- You don't give no gas money.|- Shut up!
- It's true.|- See you guys later.
All right. Y'all be careful.
Okay. The girls are gone.
Now it's time to implement|the 10-day program.
Now pay attention, it's gonna go fast.
First thing you do:|Check your answering machine.
If he hasn't called yet...
... he just hasn't figured out|an approach.
Cardinal rule no. 1: Do not call him.
Whoever calls first loses ground.
She hasn't called.|How come she ain't calling?
She's playing it cool.
How can she play cool at this time?
Look here, dog.
She calls, she gives you|the upper hand. She don't want that.
- Go on. Make the call.|- No, then I'll lose ground.
You won't. Technically you're|the one that messed up.
The person who messes up|calls first.
That's the rules. You can call today|or be a player and call tomorrow.
That way she's had time to calm down.
Right. And then when I do call...
... she'll know|I know I was wrong.
And that I cared enough|to be that vulnerable.
Your right, women love that shit.
Vulnerability's|the big dick of emotions.
- They like the big dick.|- They do.
He didn't call tonight.
I didn't think it would|happen this way.
Or that my life'd be the example|for today's lesson.
... y'all ready?
Here it goes. Day one.
He'll call, unless he's a fool.|If he is, you don't want him.
If he's a good man, you'll get a call.
Miss Smith's office.
Oh, hi, Mr. Fenton. Can you hold on?|I'll see if she is available.
Guess what? Miss Smith,|I have Keith on line one.
Never take the first call.
Everything must be done on your time.|Make him wait.
Tell him I just got out of a meeting|and to call back in 10 minutes.
- She told me to call back.|- Don't even worry about that.
She stalling for time. She disheveled.|She don't know what to do.
Okay, 10 minutes.|Play the game with her, you know?
Does the back of my neck|look like this?
It's now nine minutes.|If he's late, be in another meeting.
Miss Smith, Keith on line one.
Discuss nothing over the phone.|Be brief. Your job is to just listen.
Now, remember, dog.|Don't rush in. Take your time.
I got this, bro.
So, how's your day been so far?
If he takes time|to feel you out, rush him.
- So how's that new--|- I got a client coming.
Why don't we meet tonight|at the bistro?
- Okay, but--|- The client's coming in.
- Tonight, 7:30, the bistro.|- No, wait, hold on. I just--
She rushed me off the phone.
She rushed me off the phone.
You know what?|I think she did that deliberately.
Did she set a date?
- How'd you know?|- That's the mack move.
That's definitely the mack move.
- That lets me know one thing.|- What?
She ain't no amateur.
Yeah, well, neither am l.
- Thank you.|- Sure.
Arrive 15 minutes late.|Keep him waiting.
Waiting builds anxiety,|and that's a good thing.
Remember: Your objective is to listen.
Be polite and charming.|This confuses them.
- Hey, Keith.|- Hey.
Calm down, man. Look, let me|ask you something first.
Was she talking a lot?|If she was, she's covering.
- No, she didn't.|- She was talking, right?
Yeah. She seemed normal.|If that's talking, yes.
- She seemed normal?|- Yeah, she did.
She got an angle.|Do this: Admit you're wrong.
- Let's see what she's got.|- You sure?
- Have I steered you wrong?|- Yeah.
One time, but you got your hair back.
All right, Shanté, I was wrong.|I shouldn't have been with Julie.
But we were working late,|I got hungry...
... she asked me if I wanted|to go eat, and I was....
It doesn't matter what his ass says.|He should've known better.
But now that he's offered|some form of an explanation...
... you step to the plate, girl.|Be a woman.
Do the right thing.|Gut- punch that ass.
After two drinks we were dancing,|and that's when you came in.
Keith, it's okay. You don't need|to explain. I understand.
Cool. All right. Good.
You know what?|I think we need some time apart.
See what else is out there.|Test the waters.
"Test the waters"?!|What the hell?
- Keith, calm down, bro.|- I am calm!
You getting swollen up in the chest.|Sit down, relax.
Test the waters?
- I don't want you to feel restricted.|- Restricted?
And lately, I've been feeling|a little trapped myself, so...
... maybe it's the best thing.
Is that cool with you?
Yeah, I was gonna suggest|the same thing. Cool.
Good. Waiter, check, please. Would|you like me to take care of this?
No, I'll pick this one up.
- Are you sure?|- I'm sure.
- Thanks for dinner.|- Yeah.
Rule no. 3: Break up with him|before he breaks up with you.
Whoever breaks up with|the person first wins.
She broke up with me!
See, that's interesting.
She sat there and let me|humiliate myself...
... by making me go through|how sorry I was.
Then she broke up with me.|I should've made her pay.
- She offered to pay?|- Why?
- She's good.|- Because she picked up a check?
No, it's about a|psychological advantage.
- But I paid, bro.|- But she offered.
- She has before.|- But never after breaking up.
Look, in order to grasp this,|you got to think like them...
... to read between the lines.
You got to ask yourself,|"When she offered to pay...
... did she want to come up|out of the pocket? " Think about it.
On a date, what woman|wants to pay for the meal?
None! Zero. I'm 29 years old.
I haven't met a woman who does.
So you can safely conclude|this is not about the money.
So what is this about?
She wants you to know she could|come out of pocket if she wanted to.
This is a demonstration|of her independence to you.
She's trying to tell you that you|can't do nothing for her.
You can't even buy her damn dinner!
She'd starve before you|come out the pocket.
That's deep. That's some really|deep shit right there.
Now we know his crime.
He went out to dinner|with a coworker...
... after working late...
... had dinner, did a little dancing,|got caught...
... and now he feels bad.
Actually, that's not too bad.
... if your case is worse,|determine if you want your man back.
If you don't, to hell with him.|Keep on stepping.
But if you want him back, punish him.
Cardinal rule no. 2:
When your man messes up,|no matter how small it is...
... you gots to punish him.|Punish him hard.
What you all think?
- Yeah, too prommy.|- No, too prommy.
- Hated it.|- Yeah.
All right, okay. What we thinking?
You need something|with a little green.
Like a money-green.
- And spandex.|- Karen!
- She know I'm playing with her.|- Stop it.
- All right. What about this one?|- Better.
What? Now, see, this is a size 12.
Why did you bring me|in this skinny-ass store?
- What you gonna do?|- You see that there?
I'll sew them together,|and pack all this up in there.
This the front, this the back.
I'm big, beautiful and loving it.
Day two and three for you|are a breeze. For him, it's hell.
Keith! Are you watching the game?
I'm hearing, and what God says is:
I'm hearing, and what God says is:
"When I show you the truth.... "
If I stay out late Saturday,|I attend church via TV Sunday morning.
I keep up with my religion.
What up? This is Shanté.|At the beep, do your thing.
This is Keith.|I called you yesterday.
You didn't return my call.|If you're there, pick up.
If you're there, pick up.
Cool. Call me when you get in.
In love and war,|maintain military silence.
Don't speak or consort with the enemy.|Silence is golden.
You can do more with silence|than speaking.
What up? This is Shanté.|At the beep, do your thing.
I'm picking up some tickets|to the Lauryn Hill concert.
So just let me know if you wanna go.
See? He think he's slick.|You know I love Lauryn Hill.
That's okay.|I'm going to church anyway.
Like Mama said, better to get|there late than not at all.
Lauryn Hill. No, you didn't.
No, I can't call. I'm not gonna call.|Called twice already.
Can't be desperate.
Okay. Oh, no.
Okay, all right. No.
It's you, man.
Who else are you expecting, dog?|Come on, you're not even ready.
I forgot I had these briefs|to prepare, so I can't make it today.
- You're not thinking about Shanté?|- Come on, man. No, man.
I'm not thinking about that girl.
All right. I see you later, man.
Tell them I'm sorry|I couldn't make it.
I'm about to be Tiger Woods.
He's still playing it cool.
He's upset,|but he has things under control.
His ego won't let him go far.
So what do you do?|You break him. Push his buttons.
To do this, you need a PR agent|and a flunky.
Okay, who's the PR agent,|and who's the flunky?
- Hey, Trent.|- Shanté.
- How you doing?|- Good.
Oh, my brother. My brother.
- Good to see you.|- What's all this?
Your PR agent should be watching you.
He must be a friend of your man's.
Don't do anything sleazy.|Just be a little too friendly.
You do this by holding your|flunky too long...
... and hugging him too tight.
Damn! That sure was one hell of a hug.
I'm just happy to see|a Christian brother.
- It's good to see you.|- I can't wait to holler out.
Have a blessed week.
- I sure will.|- My brother.
- Bless on, baby.|- Bless.
Contrary to popular belief,|men are big gossipers too.
They love to talk about something|they done seen or know.
You won't believe what|we saw at church.
What y'all see?
Trent and Shanté was all hugged up.
- Keith's Shanté?|- Hell, yeah.
- What are you talking about?|- I know what I saw.
They was basically grinding up|in the lobby. Tight.
That was just a Christian hug.
Sometime she just feels the spirit,|and she wanna spread the word.
"Christian hug, " my ass.|I know what a Christian hug is.
When girls give you a little hug|with their asses out...
... so you got that space in case|you get a little excited.
You don't want them to feel|your man-man in church.
But there was no gap.|They was hugged up tight.
Why she hugged up on him|like that anyway...
... knowing he's the major player?
- Trent's a player? He go to church!|- All the players go to church.
Why? Because all the freaks|go to church.
I ain't lying. Patrick, am I lying?|Am I lying?
Go to a club Saturday night.|Go to church Sunday morning.
I guarantee you the same hos|you see on the dance floor...
... you see Sunday morning|singing in the choir.
That's real. You got the deaconess...
... you got the usher board. Please!
Why wouldn't a player|hang out in church?
Club on Saturday,|how much is it to get in?
- Fifteen dollars.|- Fifteen dollars.
You go to church Sunday, how much?
Nigga, that shit is free!
Trust me, bro. A whole gang|of players be going to church.
- You might be right.|- I'm right!
Tell you right now,|Trent fixing to wax that ass.
When you're gossiped about,|there's always backlash involved.
But trust me,|the tradeoff is worth it.
Shanté, pick up. It's Keith.|Give me a call, okay?
You're still not in,|so just give me a call.
It's me again.
I've called you eight times.|I don't know where you are.
Where you at? Where you be?|What's up? It's me again. It's 6:00.
Yeah, yeah, 6:00.|Just waiting for your call.
I know you're not still in church,|so give me a call.
Yeah, yeah, it's 6:00.
This is the last time|I'm calling your ass. Peace.
What does she think this is? Please.
Okay, I decided to call you back.
Don't know where you are.|Just call me, all right?
Shanté, it's 11:00.
All right. Bye-bye.
It's called tough love.
The buying power of African-Americans|is up 12 percent in groceries.
The buying power of African-Americans|is up 12 percent in groceries.
It's tapering off in alcohol largely|due to special interest groups.
I think we can improve|if we limit our marketing...
... and focus on|after- school projects...
... thereby helping the community.
People will see us still|targeting African-Americans...
... and providing a community service.
- So we're redirecting our energies.|- Exactly, Bill.
We're turning it into|a positive relationship.
- That's very good.|- Thanks.
Look at these people.|Notice anything different?
Moi. I'm 28 years old...
... a sister and still made partner.
Keith should be calling|any second now.
- Hello?|- Keith is on line two.
Good. Tell him I'm busy.
- You've been waiting for his call.|- Tell him I'm busy.
- Women.|- I'm a stinker, ain't l?
I'm sorry. Mr. Fenton,|she's still busy.
Come on, Keith!|I know you're in there, man.
I know you can see me,|'cause I can see you!
Come on, man. Don't give me that look.
Look into the light, Keith!
Look into the light!|I'm coming around!
I must admit I feel sorry for Keith.
I hate to see people suffer.|But you know what?
You can't show weakness.|Men only understand strength.
If they don't feel pain,|there'll be no gain. No pain, no gain.
What the hell is wrong with you?|You ain't come to work today.
Don't look like you washed your ass.
- Keith, what's wrong?|- No, man. I'm--
I think I'm sick.
- You ain't sick, man.|- No, man. I mean, I'm sick, bro.
You wanna feel my head?|I think I got the flu.
You ain't got no damn flu.
No, I got-- I'm telling you.|I feel woozy.
No, dog. You whipped.
She got you laid out|like a $2 crack ho.
You look like you waiting on a hit.|It's sad, bro.
Look at you.
I'll go call your mama.
They'll take your player card|for this. I'll see to it.
You have 11 messages.
That's what I'm talking about.
By this time, he gets advice|from his boys, which can get sticky.
So whatever you do, don't talk to him.
Phone, two-way, pager.|Nothing, nada.
But be careful, he might pull|a fast one on you and just come over.
And then you're in trouble.
What's going on?|Doing all right? Okay.
- I heard you were sick.|- You know better.
- How you feeling?|- I'm feeling real good right now.
- Did you do what I said?|- Relax.
- Did you do what I said?|- Have a seat. I'll break it down.
I won't until you tell me|if you did what I told you.
I did exactly what you said.
- Exactly what you told me.|- Damn.
I got over there about 10:00...
... all dressed up,|looking good and suave and...
- Like Denzel?|- Better than Denzel.
Shit, let me sit down then.
So she invited me in.
Walked in there all calm,|cool and collected.
Started to dim the lights all over.|Got some soft music playing.
She knew I was there to make a move.
Sat down on the couch,|looking good like...
... chocolate Häagen-Dazs ice cream.
- With the nuts.|- With the nuts.
Looking all luscious and lickety.
I was there to seduce.
Gave her that Denzel eye thing...
... then a little L. L. lip action.
- lt was about to be on!|- So, did you hit?
- Relax, relax.|- No, did you hit?
- Relax, all right?|- Come on. You hit it, right?
- Started moving in for the kill.|- And then?
- She too smart for that.|- Told you that.
... plan B.
So you had plan B?
Started an argument.|Didn't matter about what.
I got her yelling at me.
I drew her into me emotionally.|After it was over, I just...
- ... l felt so good, like jogging.|- See, that's it.
The transfer of frustration|from one party to the next.
- You right about that.|- Of course.
- You take physics?|- Yeah.
What's the law of thermodynamic|energy by Newton?
- Energy is neither lost nor destroyed.|- I remember.
It is transferred from one party|to the next.
- Right.|- We all experience it.
- Feeling good?|- Feeling real good now.
Somebody full of negative energy...
... leaves you feeling|completely drained.
- Sucks it out of you.|- Transference of energy.
That's what you did.
You transferred your negative energy|and emotions onto her.
You flipped the script.
- Was I flipping it?|- You flipped it.
- Women, they emotional creatures.|- Preach.
Once you tap into their emotions,|you're halfway there.
It doesn't matter what type|of emotion.
I'll beat a drum.
Once those emotional floodgates|are open...
- ... you're home free.|- Home free!
- They get confused.|- Confused.
- Bewildered.|- Bewildered!
- Lethargic.|- Lethargic!
- Amen, baby!|- Yeah, amen!
Will somebody please|cut that damn music?
Day five is a bad day.|That's all I gotta say.
Day six is a bad day,|but not as bad as five.
So he turned the tables on you|with the transfer-of-emotion shit.
I ain't gonna lie.|That shit does work.
So now you got to turn|the tables back on him.
But until you do that,|what must you do?
Occupy your damn time. Stay busy.
Y'all know what I mean.
So in times like these,|this is what I do, ladies.
I break out the old black book.
While you're thinking about him...
... he's having a good time|not thinking about you.
Come down low. Put it in my face.
I want it to be funky.
- How you doing?|- You were right, man.
- I feel like my old self again.|- Told you.
You didn't know a big man|could move like this.
How do you like that?
What's going on?
Spin it around on me, baby.
Spin it. You my own|little spinning top.
- What going on?|- I'm enjoying myself.
- I see you.|- You see me?
- What's going on down there?|- Turn around.
I'm glad you made it|to my promotion.
It's nice to mix|business with pleasure.
- That's the nipple.|- I know.
Business with pleasure.
- Always like the pleasure of business.|- I hear it.
At events like this,|it's nice to have your lawyer...
... close to you.
I'm a little tired. I'm gonna go rest.
- Tony, can I see you?|- ln a minute, baby.
- Bring your ass over here.|- I'll be right back.
- What's up, dog?|- She's trying to rape me.
You say that like that's a bad thing.
Look at that. Look at her.
- She is fine.|- I know she's fine, man.
But putting her titties on my back,|grabbing my stuff...?
Do you know how much I'd pay|to have her grab my stuff?
Plus, dog, if she was ugly...
... l would've told you to step off.|But look at that.
Dog, she bad!
Look at them titties.|Nice, big old breastices.
They're just wanting you|to suck on them.
That small waist leading down|to that plump ass.
She shaking that ass for you,|saying, "Keith, come eat me. "
Put it on your chin.
Plus, she got a good job,|and on top of that, she a freak.
You can hit that from the back.|Oh, shit.
Look at her.|What more do you want, man?
I don't know, man. I don't know.
If you want to completely|get over Shanté...
... you have to date other people.
Why not start with that?
I'm gonna go smack ass.
I suggest you let her smack your ass.
Shanté, I really thought you forgot|about me. I'm glad you called.
Day six is a real drag.|You're on a date and start to think:
"What the hell am I doing here? "
Stick through it. Go on many dates.
It's all part of the 10-day process.
I thought you weren't|concerned about me.
- I thought...|- ... you avoided me.
- But now I know you can't...|- ... do without Big Papa.
- Ray-Ray.|- Your Pooh Bear.
- I got an announcement.|- What, baby?
- I finished my 10-day program.|- Oh, Lord.
- lt works! Michael proposed, guys!|- I'm so happy for you.
- Congratulations!|- You worked it out.
It's not that I'm not happy for her.|I've got my own problems.
You can't be happy until you get|your stuff together.
So on day seven there are|a few things you must do.
One: Pay a visit|to Victoria's Secret.
Two: Get your nails and hair done.
Three: Take a long, hot bubble bath.
Four: Pull out that dress that hugs|and accentuates your curves.
All women are beautiful|and have something that works.
Oh, and don't forget about these.
There'll be no pantylines tonight.
After you've applied your makeup...
... then you do the unthinkable:
You take an unannounced trip|to your man's house.
Without trust you don't|have anything.
Your objective is|to get in the house.
Make up some excuse to bait him.
- Keith.|- Hey.
Here's the rest of your stuff.
I've had it in my car|and wanted to drop it off.
I'm sorry it's so late.|I just needed some closure.
Wanna come in so we can talk?
- That's not a good idea.|- I won't hurt you.
I mean, just a second.
- I'm gonna go.|- Shanté.
Just for a second, all right?|Just-- Please.
Before you know it,|you'll be with him on the couch.
Allow him to caress your soft body|and kiss you.
Do not resist when his strong hands|grab your ample behind...
... and squeeze tight.
Anything to get him where|he has to have you.
- Then make up an excuse and leave.|- I gotta go.
- Really. I gotta go. I gotta go.|- No. Hell, no.
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lead|you on. I'm not ready for this.
And that's day seven.|You've turned the tables.
Never let a woman come over|your house unannounced, dog.
And if you not sure you'll hit it,|don't start nothing.
Everybody know that if a woman|let you hit it, and you hit it...
... you got the power.
But if you start, and she says no,|then she got the power.
This is what this is about: Power.
Power? It's about power?
You set us back.|She flipped the script.
I don't care about this|"flipping the script. "
I'll call her, have a conversation,|start making up.
No, no, no, dog.|You can't call her.
This is getting personal now.
- She beginning to piss me off.|- Piss you off?
This is not about a mental game|between you and her.
It's about my relationship, my life.
Will you stop thinking|about yourself for once?
You think this is about you.
Oh, no, this stopped being|about you a long time ago.
You're doing this for all men|in the country.
You're doing this for men|around the world.
Around the world?
... if you fail now...
... every woman will think|they can pull this trick.
- You know how woman talk.|- How?
Women are gonna be pulling|these head trips.
We'll be the ones cooking dinner.
We'll be the ones changing|the diapers, washing the dishes.
You know what they'll do?|Sit on our couch watching football.
That's what's gonna happen.
This is much bigger than you.|Way bigger than you.
You make it sound like women|are like the ClA.
That's funny, though. Funny.
... ain't got shit on a woman|with a plan. Remember that.
A turning point was actually|on day seven.
I went over to his house,|turned him on, then left.
Left him in the bed with a hard-on.
You left your man with a hard-on?
Dick was hard as a rock. Just--
Damn, I don't know|if I could've did that.
See, I love dick far too much|to let a hard one go to waste.
See, you don't do it all the time.|I have a policy.
As many times as he can get it up,|you get it back down.
Girl, can I keep it real?
- Teach.|- But there is a "but. "
When your man's been bad,|you give him two options.
Blue balls or choke that chicken.
She know. She know.
- Crab cakes were a hit.|- Crab cakes were, weren't they?
I gotta say this. Hold up.
- Showing up unannounced is a risk.|- True.
What if his boys were there?|Or another girl?
You want me to handle it?
Come on, Shanté, Jr.
All right.|You must know your man's cycle.
All men have a sex cycle.
Most men need to have sex|at least once every seven days.
What man she fucking?|My man is 2, 3, 4 times a day.
So if his boys are over there|and you looking fine...
... he'll tell them to leave|because he'll wanna get busy.
But you've got to get him|the day before...
... he thinks about another girl.
And if he's a good man, hello...
... he'll wait a week|before seeing somebody else.
- Right?|- Right.
How did I do?
My car. I gotta run a few|errands before work.
- See you later.|- Call me.
- A week?|- What kind--
I'm talking about maybe a day or two.
Your man is weak. He's a punk.
On day eight, stock up on groceries.
Pick out a bottle of wine.|Once you make up with your man...
... you may be inside for a few days.
Listen up, everyone.
Our competitor is launching|new events for their clients.
Last Wednesday|they had a hump day for Coca-Cola.
This weekend, a pool party|for Miller Genuine Draft.
Normally I don't impose weekend work,|but I think this is an exception.
This is the break that we needed.
Conny invited you|as her escort, right?
Go. No, go.
This will be your chance to shine,|your chance to emerge...
... as the true player you really are.
No, I don't like playing|games, man. I don't....
Can I ask you something?
- Has Shanté even called you today?|- No.
Has she even thought to say:
- "Just calling to see if you alive. "|- No.
You think she's moping|after she walked out on you?
- What are you waiting for?|- I don't know.
Pick up this phone, call Conny.
Call her. Tell her you|wanna go to that party.
Because Shanté, she half-stepping.|And you got other options.
It's time for a man to do|what a man's got to do.
Stop pining over this woman.|Show her who's the man!
Show her who's wearing|the big drawers.
You right. I've been pining|over her for too long.
- I need get back to being the player.|- Play on.
I need to break out my old mack moves|and show her who she dealing with.
Time to show her|who wears the drawers.
Oh, suki-suki now. Call her.
This is Lala. We're partying|at the Miller Draft extravaganza.
How you ladies doing?
Hey! Oh, my God, this is so nice.
Thanks for inviting us.|Looks like it may be worth my while.
Please be on your best behavior.|My boss is here.
We won't embarrass you.
I didn't mean that. This is work.
Gotta check out the competition.|Let's get some drinks.
That's right, y'all. Here we go now.
This extravaganza thing|is quite a success.
It's not a bad tool.|We should've thought of it.
Meet the representative|of the man who did.
Miss Spalding, how are you?
- Bill Parker.|- How are you?
Tell Jim I send my congratulations|on this success.
Oh, no, he didn't.
He didn't just walk in|and act like he doesn't know me.
This is wrong. On day nine, you're|supposed to be kicking back...
... waiting for him to beg|for forgiveness.
I didn't know you knew Conny|Spalding. She's lovely.
She reminds me of you.
She does. Bill, could you|excuse me for a second?
- Sure.|- Thank you.
- Thank you.|- Enjoy.
So, can't speak?
- What's happening?|- What's happening?
What are you doing here with Conny?
I hadn't heard from you,|so I took matters into my own hands.
You said test the waters.
Let's just say|brother's swimming tonight.
So you showed up with her|knowing that I would be here?
I didn't know you'd be here.
The truth is, I'm tired|of your bullshit.
I'm a good man. It's time for me|to explore my options.
- Keith, hon, let's dance.|- Option no. 1.
Conny, may I speak|to you for a second?
- Sure.|- Thanks.
- What are you doing?|- What do you mean?
What are you doing with Keith?|He's my man.
He's not acting like your man.
He would if didn't have a little|hooch running behind him.
I don't appreciate that.|Why are you calling me names?
It's a little junior high.
Keith is here because he wants to be.|I didn't force him.
It's his decision, so...
... don't take your man frustrations|out on me. Okay?
No, she didn't. No, this trick-ass|bitch did not just go there.
But you know what? She's right.
When your man messes up,|deal with him, not the woman.
There's nothing worse than two women|fighting over a man. Not ladylike.
But you know what?
I don't like this bitch.
That's what I'm talking about.|Work it out.
Okay, I admit.|That's not how you handle it.
Back it up.|This is how you really handle it.
Keith is here because he wants to be.|I didn't force him.
It's his decision, so...
... don't take your man frustrations|out on me. Okay?
Get it together.
- We need you over here.|- I'll be right there.
Come here for a minute.
Can you keep him occupied|till I get back?
- How you ladies doing?|- Fine.
- Tony?|- Yeah?
- Give me a hand with this.|- Yeah.
These are Miller girls. My man, Tony.
- Which one you want?|- Give me Snowflake.
Then I'm Frosty.
Snowflake, don't get too close.|You might melt.
Because it's hot!
Why didn't you tell us|you were having problems?
You let him act a fool|in front of you like that?
Yo, Keith. Spotlight's on you, dog.
- She looking?|- Check it out.
- You want me to handle this?|- Breaking it down.
I'm breaking her down?
Want me to handle this for you?
- I'd just break down and cry.|- You want me to yank his ass?
I don't care. I'll straight|yank his ass. You want me to?
- What are you gonna do?|- What you doing, bitch?
See why you don't tell|your girlfriends?
They'll heighten the situation|by panicking, and you will too.
You want me to yank his ass?
No, Diedre. It's okay.
I will pull jack moves on that fool.|I done fought fools way bigger.
No, Diedre, it's okay. I'll handle it.|I got the situation under control.
He's just venting now.|Let him have his fun.
No, we'll have none of that. No!
They don't know Diedre fear.
Once again, if you don't want|your man back...
... to hell with him.|Keep on stepping.
But if you want him back|and behaved...
... you must do some strange things.
Excuse me, ladies. I'll be right back.
Pay attention, this'll go fast.
One: lntensify your game|by finding a man.
A fine one. But you need|to recruit him quickly.
Where is it? Oh, right here. Great.
Desperate times call|for desperate measures.
The old damsel-in-distress trick.|Works every time.
Need some help?
No, I'm fine. Thank you.
Not cute enough.
Hey, need some help?
No, my boyfriend should|be coming any second.
Not smooth enough.
Everything all right?
That's our man.
I've seem to have gotten a flat tire.
That's easy. Do you have a spare?
That little old thing in the back?
It is? I got one of those.
- All right. Let me pull over.|- Yes.
Two: After you've recruited your man,|get him a drink.
Yeah, she got him a drink.
Don't worry about that, dog.|You just do your thing.
She wanna play hardball, huh?
I'm about to turn up|the heat up in here.
Hey, hey, baby.
- Would you like to dance?|- I'd love to.
Take off, man.
That's a sexy style you got.
Three: Don't worry about him.
He's like a child, begging|for attention. lgnore him.
That little performance over there|is just to get your attention.
Doesn't matter what he's doing.|Direct your attention to him.
Doesn't matter what he says.|Be attentive.
Laugh at his jokes.|Act like you are having a ball.
I said, "Who do you think I am?|Jim Carrey? "
So sexy the way you did that.
I'll set it off in here if they don't|bring me some wings.
- Well, what is this?|- Oh, no.
That's white people shit.|We need some meat.
- Hey, man.|- All right, sweetie.
- She hasn't moved.|- You're in trouble.
- Why?|- lf she was dancing, that'd be fine.
You can dance with anybody.
But she's talking to him.|That's personal.
She trying to get to know him.
Four: Raise the stakes|by going to a quiet corner.
Would you like to go inside?
- Sure.|- Great.
Where did they go?
- She went in the house.|- ln the house?
- With the old boy.|- No, man.
You are so funny.
Can I talk to you|for a minute, please?
Sure. Would you excuse me, Calvin?
- Sure. I'll go get us drinks.|- Yeah, get drinks.
What's with talking to him?
- Trying to make me jealous?|- I am not.
I want to talk to him.|I'm not into playing games.
You're not?|You are the queen of games.
You play more games|than the damn NBA.
He is mad at you.
It's getting hot.|Time for the coup de gras.
That's the French term|for "fuck him up. "
- Keith, I gotta go.|- Oh, no. Hold on.
What's this for?
- No reason.|- What do you mean?
- I'm carrying it just in case.|- Just in case what?
I know she'll sleep with him.
Everybody has condoms nowadays.
- Why does she have it in her purse?|- Decoration.
She won't use it.
- She sleep with you on the first date?|- Yes.
It's a lot, but if you do this right,|you'll never have to again.
- So stick it out.|- You know what? We need to talk.
Excuse me, Calvin.
- You're not leaving.|- Don't control me.
- I just don't want you to go.|- This isn't about that.
You don't care about me or you|wouldn't been getting your groove on.
And to add insult to injury,|you're here with Conny.
So excuse me. I'm leaving.
- Shanté.|- Keith, I want to go.
If you walk out that door with him...
... I'm going home with Conny.
If you feel you have to control me|by going home with Conny...
... go right ahead.|Do what you gotta do.
But no matter what you decide,|I'm walking out that door.
You're taking a gamble.
He might sleep with Conny.|But my guess is he won't.
He'll be at your house,|waiting before you get there.
So take your time.
- Well, good night, Calvin.|- Sure you don't want me to come up?
I'm tired.|But thanks for following me home.
Okay, this is it.|Prepare for a night of heat.
When you open the door,|your man should...
... be waiting on the couch for you.|With flowers.
Hello, this Miller residence?|Food delivery. Miller residence.
No, next door.
Oh, next door.|Next door, okay.
I know what you're thinking.
The shit didn't work, right?
Well, maybe you're right.
I just thought that|you followed certain rules...
... when a brother messes up|to get him back.
But I guess I didn't consider that...
... when it comes to love|there are no rules.
- Hook me up a martini.|- What's up, girl?
Not a damn thing, girl.|This place is so tired.
I was just putting the moves|on this fine-ass man.
And he did not even bite.
That shit just does not happen to me.
He just kept going on about his|ex- girlfriend. She was so perfect.
Can I ask you some questions?
Now, if I'm right about you...
... all the answers will be yes.
You think so?
Do you like basketball?
Do you find me attractive?
- Yes.|- Do you think I find you attractive?
Can I just ask you one more?
Think a woman who thought she'd|control her man with rules...
... could get him to come back?
... he really loves her.
Like to dance?
You didn't answer my question.
I had to cut loose for a second.
Gonna tear it up.
Come on, cheer up!
Work the chocolate.
You like that.
- That's right.|- Loser.
Can you smack ass on film?
- She sleep with you the first night?|- Yes.
That was different, dog.|You got a big dick.
Don't think God gave me|this gap for nothing.
Why you stare at my face?
I know about women.|I got a mama, nine sisters, and a cat.
- I got that man.|- The plan works.
You can't even put the finger|in the ass, make her holler.
You can't make her drop it.
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Tears Of The Sun
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - The Movie
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 3
Tell Me Something
Temps Du Loup Le
Ten Commandments The
Ten Minutes Older - The Cello
Terminator 1 Special Edition
Terminator 3 - Rise of the Machines
Texas Chainsaw Massacre The
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The Corrs - Live At The Royal Albert Hall
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The Corrs - MTV Unplugged
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The Hire - Season 2x1 - Hostage
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The History of the World - Part I
The Three Faces of Eve
Theres Something About Mary
They Call Me MISTER Tibbs CD1
They Call Me MISTER Tibbs CD2
They Call Us Misfits 1968
They Came to Cordura
They Drive by Night
Thin Red Line The
Thing The (1982 John Carpenter)
Thing from Another World The
Things Are Tough All Over
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Third Man The
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This Girls Life
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Thomas Crown Affair The
Thought Crimes (2003)
Three Colors Red
Three Colours Blue
Three Colours White
Three Days of the Condor
Three Kings 1999
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Three Musketeers The
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Thrill of It All The
Thriller - A Cruel Picture (1974)
Through a Glass Darkly
Thunder Road (1958)
Thunderbolt and Lightfoot (1974)
Tian di xiong xin
Tie Me Up Tie Me Down
Tiempo de tormenta
Tierra (J Medem 1996)
Tiger on the Beat (1988)
Tigger Movie The
Time After Time CD1
Time After Time CD2
Time Machine The
Time Machine The Tuxedo The
Time Out (2001) CD1
Time Out (2001) CD2
Time and Tide
Timecop 2 2003
Timothy Learys - How To Operate Your Brain (1993)
Tin Star The (Anthony Mann 1957)
Tipping The Velvet
Titan A E
Titus 1999 CD1
Titus 1999 CD2
To Catch a Thief 1995
To Die For
To End All Wars CD1
To End All Wars CD2
To Kill A Mockingbird (1962)
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Tokyo Story 1953 CD1
Tokyo Story 1953 CD2
Tokyo eyes 1998
Tom And Huck
Tomb Raider 2 CD1
Tomb Raider 2 CD2
Tomie - Replay
Tonari no Totoro
Toolbox Murders The
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Torpedo bombers (Torpedonosty)
Total Recall 1990
Totmacher Der 1995
Touch Of Pink A
Touch of Class A
Touch of Evil (1958)
Touch of Spice A
Touch of Zen A (1969) CD1
Touch of Zen A (1969) CD2
Tower of London
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Tragedy of Macbeth The 1971
Trail Of The Pink Panther
Train The CD1
Train The CD2
Train The CD3
Transformers The Movie 1986
Tree With the Wooden Clogs The 1978 CD1
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Tremors 3 Back to Perfection
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Trois 2 - Pandoras Box 2002
Trouble In Paradise (1932)
Trouble With Harry The (Hitchcock 1955)
Trouble with Angels The 1966
Troy 2004 CD1
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True Lies 1994
Tucker The Man and His Dream 1988
Turn Left Turn Right
Twentieth Century 1934
Twins Effect 2 2004
Twins Effect The
Two Can Play That Game
Two Champions Of Shaolin