(spoon scraping)
(gasps) Ticktock, little bird.
ANNOUNCER: Legion. All new, Mondays at 10:00 on FX.
(dance music)
ANNOUNCER: FX presents Pose.
* One, two, three, hit it... *
DAMON: Okay, chin up, chin up. I don't want to see you
going on the floor.
If you look down, you're gonna be on the floor.
Ow, one, two, three, hit it.
Bitch, I'm gonna have to take you to the balls with me.
You are slaying that. No shade.
Good job. Good-- great work. Great work, ladies.
Okay, I will see you next week, okay?
Excellent work. Excellent.
-(turns off music) -Payday.
Ooh. Uh-huh, what you got for me?
What you got for me? Let's see.
Am I gonna buy me a good dinner
today or what?
(sighs) Just enough for bus fare.
You get paid by the head.
Maybe we can try to put some flyers around
-or something. -Flyers won't put "Vogue" back on the charts.
People have moved on.
We need to cancel next week's class.
It's just not worth it for three students.
I've had some requests about learning the moves
from the "U Can't Touch This" video. Any interest?
Girl, stop. Hammertime?
It's just until the next big thing comes along.
Remember, white folks like to visit,
but they never move in.
-That part. -Mm-hmm.
All right, well, I'll see you.
-(crowd cheering) -PRAY TELL: Who wants
to dine with the ladies at The Plaza?
Because the category is...
Realness.
Bring it like a lady at brunch.
Oh, shit, look at these boozy bitches.
Honey, after having finished snoozing
on fine sheets,
they missed breakfast and they booked a massage at lunch,
and so now they indulge
in an extravagant in-between meal.
Caviar, Bloody Marys, baby.
Brunch is for some alcoholic bitches that ain't got to work.
(laughter)
Yes, baby, this category is informational.
Judges, your scores. Ten, ten, nine,
nine, ten.
Come on and get this trophy
in this cream bobcat fur, bitch.
You better have on that bobcat today.
(cheering)
Uh-huh.
* On the shelf above *
* 'Cause it was built for love... *
All right, look.
Listen, cut the music for a second.
-(music stops) -Listen, I want to talk to y'all for a second.
I see what you see. The looky-loos
have left the building.
America's obsession with "Vogue" is dead.
Now, I ain't gonna say I told you so,
even though I had told you so.
(laughter)
But I want y'all to remember something--
ballroom is gonna continue to be ballroom.
We're gonna continue to create
like we always do, and soon enough,
the looky-loos will notice and they'll be back.
I don't want none of y'all getting down on yourselves.
You hear me?
Yes?
-All right. -(cheering)
(door opens)
(footfalls approach)
PRAY TELL: The category is...
Live...
Work...
Pose!
*
My nerves are still tender about that Frederica business.
-You know what she did? -What?
She told Page Six that all of us protesting
-left hypodermic needles and condoms... -(groans)
...laying around in a gutter in front of my nail salon.
-No, she didn't. -Yes.
It was on the news this morning. And they didn't
necessarily use the words HIV,
but we already know what they were implying.
The world is scared of us, and she's using that to beat me.
Evil but smart.
And you know what?
I heard Lulu was in a bad way, because of Candy,
so I went to check on her.
("Straight Up" by Paula Abdul playing)
(indistinct chatter)
BLANCA: Bad way was an understatement.
You look terrible.
I can see right through your skin,
and your eyes look like glass marbles.
I been hearing bad things about you.
PRAY TELL: What did she say?
She said her dehydrated look came from her asthma inhaler.
-Do you believe her? -I don't know.
But even if she ain't on the pipe,
that girl is falling apart.
And it ain't just her; the boys are straying, too.
Damon's been sleeping until noon
ever since his classes got canceled down at the Y,
and Ricky ain't no better.
-He's always here. -Are they back together?
Nah, I think Damon is through with all that.
All they do is drink wine coolers and watch TV.
-(indistinct chatter on TV) -(chuckling)
BLANCA: Oh, uh-uh, no.
Y'all are not spending another day sitting around,
stinking up my house, doing nothing.
What you expect us to do?
Well, here's a wild thought: get a job, or maybe clean a dish.
I need help keeping this family afloat.
Well, you just don't understand.
I mean, it's just like they got tired
of what we had to offer and just threw us away.
-Damon. -Damn, can't I get at least
a minute just to regroup before you have me
go out there and hurt myself again?
I do understand, Damon. Excuse me.
(clears throat)
Get your ass up and do something.
I remember when I first found my way to New York City.
Things were really bad,
-but we survived. -How?
The elders.
When the going gets tough,
it's up to the elders to light the way.
And where are these elders at now?
You looking at 'em right here.
Oh, excuse me? Oh, no, sir. I refuse that title.
Mm-hmm. Being a survivor
is a blessing and a curse.
And we're surviving and we have to help those kids.
Pray has a plan.
What is it?
(clears throat) Those children need a caper.
-Pray, a caper? -Mm. And Daddy got
a little something-something up her sleeve.
(laughs)
BLANCA: You're late.
It's 10:00 in the morning.
School's in session. Have a seat.
(exhales) What we learning?
Self-respect. Responsibility. Motivation.
The three of y'all have lost y'all way.
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah. We've worked hard.
I mean, it's not our fault that things in our professional life
just didn't work out.
I thought you were a tour dancer. What happened to that?
Callbacks with no hires. That's what happened.
And I'm trying, but I'm just not booking.
So you've hit a bump in the road. Welcome to the world.
BLANCA: Y'all stories don't just have to be about failure.
It needs to be about resilience.
So... me and Pray got a job for you three.
Well, how much does it pay?
'Cause I'm still pulling good tips down at the club.
It pays in experience. It pays in purpose.
ACT UP is looking
to make a statement about safe sex,
and they want to do something that's gonna get on the news.
So Blanca and I have come up with a little caper
with flair.
The three of you are gonna head upstate
and wrap one of those high society dames's country house
in a giant condom.
-(laughter) -Are you serious?
What's so funny?
Girl, that's crazy. I mean, whose house?
Frederica Norman's.
I thought I might kill two birds with one stone.
It's an opportunity to highlight her bigotry
and get the message out about condom use.
Yeah, this is crazy.
How we gonna find a condom that's big as a house?
You got a week. Figure it out.
A week? It'll take us three days to put up a lemonade stand.
It's not supposed to be easy.
It's not just about being mad you fell down,
it's about loving you enough to show you the way to get up.
DAMON: Okay,
so what's on the brainstorming list so far?
Um...
One, buy a thousand condoms and glue 'em together.
Two, use a thousand boxes of plastic wrap
from Key Food to wrap around the house.
That's it?
(crying)
What's wrong?
(crying): I feel so dumb.
I used to be smart.
I did community college and I took accounting classes.
And now...
now I'm just some dumb stripper
who can't do nothing on her own.
-RICKY: Oh, come here. -LULU: I didn't realize
till Candy was gone how much she took care of things.
Mm-mm. You know what?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Listen to me.
The world thinks we're dumb,
'cause we don't have a fancy job
or talk like Masterpiece Theatre.
But I would love to see some of those Harvard types
try to figure our life out.
-They wouldn't last a day. -Mm-mm.
Right now if you still here...
you know, living your life...
you already a genius.
-(sniffs) -Hmm?
Now, I know that's what Blanca and Pray Tell want.
They want us to remember how smart we are.
Which is why...
okay, we need to try to figure this out.
We're struggling because we're looking at this thing
as a big, giant thing, okay?
We need to just break it down into pieces.
One step at a time.
And the first step is, we need to go up and measure
the house and figure out how big the condom needs to be.
How are we gonna find a condom that big?
I mean... we could always just use one of mine.
Maybe if we were wrapping a doll house.
Hold up.
Y'all ever seen one of those big inflatable houses
they use at kids' parties and, like, fairs and stuff?
-Mm-hmm. -What if there's a company that can make us one
that's the right size and shaped like a rubber?
I'll grab the Yellow Pages.
DAMON: All right, so step three...
Figuring out how the hell we're gonna pay for it.
(knocking on door)
-Hi. -Hi.
Sorry to wake you.
I heard you sneak in mad late from work last night.
Figured all that hard work
deserved a... a nice home-cooked meal.
So then I took it upon myself...
to prepare you one.
Damn, girl. I ain't even know you cooked.
-(chuckles) -I ain't never seen you in no kitchen.
Oh, my God.
You know a lady don't reveal her cards.
-Not all of them at once. -(laughs)
-(giggles) -So what you up to today?
-Thank you. -You're welcome.
Miss Ford got me a membership at this club.
Called Nells.
A lot of editorial people and photographers be there.
Apparently. So she wants me to,
she wants me to mingle and be seen.
-That's the one on 14th and 8th, right? -That's the one.
Yo, you know I used to pick pockets at the velvet rope.
-(scoffs) Of course you did. -(laughs)
Them people were so desperate to get in,
they never minded their wallets.
Angel, you fancy now, girl.
Aye, please.
Come on, you moving up in the world.
I feel like a fake next to them fancy-ass phony people.
Why you say that?
I feel like when they look at me, they see a pretty picture
-but they don't really see me. -Mm.
You know?
They don't need to know all that.
It ain't their business.
I'm sure mystery is good for models, right?
Makes y'all more interesting.
I guess.
But, Papi, what if they, what if they find out about...
About what?
-You know... -They're not gonna find out, Angel.
(phone rings)
Look, you deserve to be with them important people.
You doing big things, Angel.
-And the world is taking notice. -(ringing continues)
Run! Run!
ANGEL: Hello?
Oh, my God!
What?
I promise.
I will not disappoint you, Miss Ford.
Okay, bye.
(Angel exhales)
(exhales)
-I'm the new Bebe girl! -No!
Yo, that's what I'm talking about!
Yo, I told you you fancy now!
-You know what? -(chuckles)
We celebrating tonight.
I'm coming with you to Nells.
Only-only if you come as my boyfriend.
All right.
Come on, come on!
(quietly): Get the measuring tape.
*
(camera clicks)
-(dog barks) -Let's go, let's go!
LULU: So all we need
-is just, you know... -Some money?
Absolutely not.
I'm not a charitable foundation.
I'm a single mother with children to clothe
and bills to pay.
You know, it's a shame everybody in the ballroom
completely overlooked your Marie Antoinette at the ball.
Only because of Pray Tell and his flaming preacher act.
It would've been the stunt of the century.
You built a fucking guillotine and a carousel,
and all anyone ever talks about is how he read you for filth
because you didn't come to that protest.
His agenda tarnished my icon status.
Well, if you help me with this,
you'll prove everybody wrong.
You'll show Pray and the council and the judges
that you have a heart, that you actually care.
Not just about Wintours, but all the children in ballroom.
All the children in the world.
This tiny donation will be an investment...
for your good image.
It could raise the deck for you for Mother of the Year.
Who's supplying the condom?
The same company that made the big jump house
for the Italian Pride parade on Mulberry.
The one with the giant leaning tower on top?
That was impressive.
How much do you need?
$2,500.
That's $1,000.
Giving you any more would deny you the opportunity
of earning your charity.
But don't worry, Lulu dear.
Mother Elektra is going to help with that, too.
(chain rattles)
-(whip cracking) -(man grunting)
* Hangin' out for a body shop at night *
* Ain't it strange what we do to feel all right? *
I have a treat for you, Mr. Hosiery:
Mistress Lucinda.
She's twice the mean bitch I am, and costs double.
-(grunts) -(man groans)
Harder.
That's my baby girl.
-(man cries out) -(laughs)
MAN: Yes!
Angel.
-Hey. -Darling.
-Katie. How you doing? -Good. How are you?
So nice to-to see you. This is Esteban. We're together.
Yo, I know it's official when you use my government name.
(Angel chuckles)
-Thank you. -Enjoy.
* A time to turn over *
* A better life for you and me... *
Yo, look at these walls. God, I can't believe we're in here.
Oh, for sure. Don't steal from nobody.
-No pickpocketing. -I can't promise nothing.
-* Channel all this energy * -ANGEL: Wow.
Wow. Look, they got it at the tables.
Bella!
-Mario! -Where have you been all my life, huh?
What's going on? I didn't know you was gonna be here.
Darling, girl, I'm anywhere with an open tab at the bar.
-Thirsty? -Yeah, let's get a drink.
* When love takes hold... *
-For you. -Thank you.
Do you like the bubbles, handsome?
Yeah. For sure.
MARIO: Cheers.
BOTH: Cheers.
Now that we're all the best of friends, follow me to VIP.
-Follow you to VIP. -All right. (chuckles)
(faintly): * Touch me... *
-(sniffs) -Bella! Save some for me, huh?
Oh, there's plenty more where that came from, Mario dear.
Damn, they be doing this shit out in public
-in front of everybody? -It's not public.
This is members only, baby. VIP.
(sniffs, exhales)
You want?
-Nah, we good. Thank you. -I would not be a good friend
if I don't let you know this is the primo stuff.
Medical-grade goods.
Surely can't compare to the street drugs uptown.
-Who that bitch talking to? -Yo, Angel, Angel.
-MARIO: She didn't mean nothing by it. -No, no.
-Not today. -MARIO: But she is right.
This is pharmaceutical flake.
No side effects. No hangover.
Just uninterrupted euphoria, all night long.
You two lovebirds want a taste?
* Drive me crazy *
* Touch me... *
Hey, my man. Where the, uh,
where the bathrooms at? Where the bathrooms at?
Thank you.
-Okay, let's go. -Yeah.
-Let's go pee. -We'll be right back.
All right?
LIL PAPI: Angel, you can't do that.
You know how Blanca is about drugs.
Shit, I was homeless for, like, a month for selling weed, mama.
Imagine what she would do if she heard we was sniffing coke.
-Did you not hear him? -I can't understand what he's saying.
Oh, my God.
Pharmaceuticals is stuff doctors prescribe.
It's basically medicine.
Why would they give it to them if it's gonna hurt them?
So, you're telling me it's medicine,
like-like the vities we've been taking at home?
Yeah.
Shit, why didn't you say that, then? Come on.
* Let your conscience go. *
("Do Me" by Bell Biv DeVoe playing)
* Do me, yeah *
* Oh, yeah, oh, yeah *
* Oh, ah *
* Oh, yeah, oh, yeah *
* Take a look at me *
* Tell me, do you like what you see? *
* Do you think you can *
* Do you think you can do me? *
* Kiss me, pretty baby *
* Touch me all over *
* Girl, what makes you think you can do me? *
* Do you think you can do me, girl? *
* Do me, baby *
* Oh... *
* Do me, baby *
* Do you think you can *
* Do me, baby *
* Do me... *
(Angel moaning softly)
(gasps)
I love you. I love you.
I love you, too. I love you, too.
(moaning softly)
(brakes screech)
(grunts softly)
Is there a Ritz-Carlton or even a Marriott available?
That is not in the budget.
ACT UP gave us two rooms.
One for the ladies and one for the gentlemen.
I call dibs on the most comfortable bed.
I pray I don't get scabies.
All right, Elektra, you do your entitled thing.
The rest of us will make do with our sleeping bags.
You think they got room service up in here?
There's a vending machine right here.
Knock yourself out.
Ooh. All right.
-(clears throat) -(sighs)
So, I'm gonna take this bed by the window
and y'all can take the one by the bathroom.
-Uh-uh. -Daddy needs her rest.
-(clears throat) -Mm-mm, mm-mm.
I'm not sharing no bed with him.
-Don't trust yourself? -No, don't trust you, cheater.
Maybe we can get you a cot or something?
I'll sleep on the cot, but you got to go get it.
Deal.
(groans softly)
(door closes)
(Pray Tell humming)
-Don't judge. -(snickers)
These are my creams and moisturizers.
My routine is the only thing that keeps me sane.
Damn, that's a lot of product, Pray. (chuckles)
(laughs)
This your secret to looking so good at your age?
You complimenting me and insulting me in the same breath?
Nah, I ain't mean it like that.
I'm just saying you look good, that's all.
Thank you.
And yes, this is my secret recipe.
-Hmm. -Skin is like leather.
It must be moisturized to remain supple.
-I did not know that. -(chuckles)
It's funny, when I was your age,
we had lots of older, wiser men to look up to,
aspire to.
Now we're just an endangered species.
(sniffles)
What's wrong with you?
Um...
I got a call from Chris before we left today.
-The one from the tour? -Mm-hmm.
He was crying, uh, because he tested positive.
That's terrible.
Yeah.
But you said you didn't sleep with him.
He just sucked my dick.
Chris is a hungry bottom ho...
Okay, okay. Enough of that.
There's way too much bottom-shaming
going on in our community.
Nothing wrong with a man getting what he wants,
-receiving intimacy. -(exhales)
(sighs, clears throat)
You need to get tested.
-Again? -Yes, again.
And it's not gonna be the last time.
And you need to be honest with Damon.
You have a responsibility.
Listen,
this is our life now.
Remember this feeling.
It'll help keep you responsible.
(door opens)
You two queens gonna help or not?
(Pray Tell laughs)
-I will. I got it. -I'm the elder, bitch.
RICKY: Just chill out. Don't-don't
throw your back out. (chuckles)
(brakes screech)
PRAY TELL: All right, so we got 15 minutes
to inflate this condom
before the neighborhood watch calls the po-po.
Let's get to work. No sauntering, children.
-The news is here. -I called them.
TV stations love angry gays.
No point doing this if the world don't see it.
Okay. So, what's the plan for when five-o rolls up?
Simple.
-We take the fall. -(scoffs) Oh, no,
I am not posing for a mug shot with that horrid lighting.
We're the elders, Elektra. Sacrifices must be made.
-(laughs) -(mocking laugh)
-Bring your ass on... -Get your ass over here.
-Let's go. -But... -(mock stammers)
-ELEKTRA: I am in heels. -(Pray Tell laughing) -BLANCA: Let's go.
I think you need to stretch that out just a little bit more.
-You're not gonna help? -It's very hot out here.
LULU: Clear down below!
Does this come over the shrub?
Yes, it must come over the shrubs.
That way it'll look better.
Our hard work is really paying off.
She's trying to kill me.
-(dog barking) -NURSE JUDY: Uh-oh.
Ah, shoot. We got to distract her.
You got the right bitch for that.
-Uh... -Uh-oh.
What's all this about?
We're tenting for termites.
-But don't worry, Frederica knows all about it. We're close. -(scoffs)
I find that hard to believe.
Just last week, we had lunch at River Café,
and she told me all about how much she adores you.
Now I know you're lying.
She's the worst neighbor I've ever had.
That bitch can die in a fire.
But I'm still calling the cops.
Good, because you should be arrested for showing yourself
in that ratty old housedress.
Now, run home, Wonder Bread.
And take your ugly dog, too.
This ain't the Yellow Brick Road, bitch.
(laughter)
ELEKTRA: What are you gawking at?
Now get back to work.
BLANCA: It's the government, it's churches...
refuse to tell the people the truth,
that condoms are the most effective way
to prevent the spread of HIV and AIDS.
And what would you like our audience
to take away from this unique protest?
We're here, and we ain't going nowhere.
And if you think that this disease
ain't coming for you, too, you're wrong.
Exactly.
You two make a good team.
-(chuckles) -BOTH: Thank you.
We know it, sweetheart.
-Ready! -PRAY TELL: Ooh.
Turn that camera back on. The real show's about to start.
All right, come on, y'all. Get out here. Get out here now.
(cheering, applause)
(whooping)
-Are you ready? -Yes.
-Three... -ALL: Two, one.
(generator whirring)
(whooping)
-All right... -Look at that.
We did this, y'all.
Can y'all believe we made this happen?
Lookee here, lookee here!
See what happens when you put your mind to it?
BLANCA: Baby, look at it rise, honey.
-(cheering) -RICKY: Oh, you like that?
(laughter, applause)
PRAY TELL: Here she blows!
-I'm impressed, I have to say. -I'm impressed, too.
I'm impressed. Bravo, children. Bravo.
-Yes, yeah. -NURSE JUDY: Look at this masterpiece.
BLANCA: You seen my mother's cookbook anywhere?
Oh, it's-it's in, it's in my room.
I was studying up on those biscuits.
-I'll be right back. -Oh. Okay.
-Oh, my God. I'm sorry. -Yo, you ever heard of knocking?
Ooh-- oh, I didn't know y'all were in here.
-Relax. -ANGEL: God... -(vial drops)
ANGEL: You...
-What the fuck is that, Angel? -Nothing.
-(sniffing) -Don't be playing like
I'm that naive. I know what cocaine looks like.
(shushing)
You ain't seen nothing. Shut your mouth.
Get your hands off me.
I'm sorry.
Where the fuck did you get money to afford blow?
You know that shit is not cheap.
It was a party favor. We d-- we didn't,
we didn't pay for-- we didn't pay for nothing.
Just because it was free don't mean it don't come at a cost.
Now, you know Mother's rules.
You know she don't play about drugs.
Papi, you of all people should know that.
Papo. Trust me, it was nothing, man.
We got caught up in the moment.
A-Angel booked another big campaign.
-The new Bebe girl. I'm the new Bebe girl. -The new Bebe girl, man.
-I'm the new Bebe girl. -Come on.
LIL PAPI: We went out to celebrate, and it was
the first time we got to be together as a legit couple.
Exactly.
Look, I'm happy for y'all,
but if Blanca catches a whiff of this,
y'all gonna be buried next to Candy.
I know. That's why you can't say nothing.
You see? It's gone.
-(vial shatters) -All right, my lips are sealed.
As long as you promise you won't do that shit again.
On my life, I promise. Never again, man.
-All right, now put some clothes on. I done seen enough of you. -Hey, come on, you know
-you like what you see. -Boy, get away from me. (mutters)
ANGEL: So, wh-where were you?
Oh, we wrapped Frederica's house in a condom.
Hold on, you-you're telling me her house got AIDS or something?
No, silly. It was payback for the torment
she put Mother under.
Now, get dressed. I'll tell you the whole story at dinner, okay?
-(door closes) -(sniffing)
All right, all right, all right! The grub is coming up!
-Who ready to eat? -(indistinct chatter)
If this is not the best meal that you've had,
-I don't know what is. -(excited chatter)
Oh! All three of y'all cooked that all by yourself?
Uh-huh, uh-huh. We had the help
of Mother Blanca's recipe book to guide us.
It's looking like Chef Boyardee went to work in that kitchen.
Okay, boys, Lulu, y'all done good.
-Operation Condom Wrap was a success. -(applause)
-RICKY: Good job, Lulu. -Uh-huh. So, what's next?
-Yeah, we want to do another one. -Well, that's up to y'all.
But I will say that you first should be focused on the things
-that are coming... -Hold up.
Now, tonight's supposed to be different.
Tonight, we cooked instead of Blanca,
and tonight, we giving the speech instead of Pray.
PRAY TELL: Oh...
So, we're being schooled on this evening?
-RICKY: Just a little bit. -PRAY TELL: Listen up.
I just want to say thank you.
You know, y'all saw that all of us was struggling, falling down,
and y'all could've left us there.
Or you could've picked us up, but you gave us a chance
to lift ourselves up off the floor.
-To learn something. -And what was that?
That there's a world that is waiting
for us to make our marks.
LULU: And a community,
right here, waiting for us to take the baton.
Now, I don't know what the ball's gonna look like
in ten years, and God knows
if any of us gonna be here to see it.
But whatever that future is, it's gonna be managed by us.
-(excited chatter) -Okay?
Hear, hear! Hear, hear!
RICKY: I'll drink to that.
-PRAY TELL: I'll drink to that. -* Lovely day. *
I was so happy to see you up and running again.
-No one does acrylics like you, Blanca. -Thank you, love.
You know, my shady-ass landlord
demanded the court to rush our case.
She was so sure she was gonna win, but they ruled in my favor.
Wait, so you beat a rich white woman in court?
Um, yes. Sometimes right is right.
-God bless the USA. -(chuckles)
-Keep the change. -Ooh.
Oh. You know what?
I reserve the right to refuse services to anyone,
especially a homophobic, racist witch who breaks contracts.
I've been stiffed on payments,
I've been double-crossed on deals.
That all comes with the territory.
But your assault on me, my home, my reputation...
Please, Frederica. You act like the world didn't already know
you was a stone-cold bitch.
You basically bragged about how hard you was
the first day we met.
This is different. You humiliated me.
Do you know how difficult it is for a woman in real estate?
Now they're laughing at me.
And those Upper West Side commies think I'm prejudiced.
And all because of you.
Good. Now, can you please leave my establishment?
Fine. I just came down here to say congratulations, Blanca,
or whatever your real name is.
You won.
I'm not easy to get the best of.
I almost admire you.
Underestimate me at your peril.
Do be careful at night when you leave here, though.
This neighborhood isn't improving
as fast as I thought it would.
Excuse me, is that a threat?
You gonna send somebody to bust my kneecaps?
I'm just saying that you should underestimate me
at your peril, too, sweetheart.
BLANCA: So, next thing I know,
she up and left. I mean, she just hopped in her car
and sped away.
I can't believe we won.
Ugh.
Ew, what?
I'm just proud of you, girl.
We needed a win, especially after... you know.
Well, how are you holding up?
I'm okay. I'm better.
Hey.
I appreciate what you've done for me.
For real.
Candy's death really fucked me up, girl.
I was feeling lost before she died.
I've never been great expressing my feelings.
Losing Candy just... made it worse.
But there you were to lift me up.
-I'm getting back to good. -I'm happy to hear that.
Shit, I see what you've done.
Your kids are taken care of.
You got a great house. Shit, you've got a business now.
Girl, please do not be fooled.
-None of this has been easy. -Happiness don't come easy.
Which is why
I've... enrolled into the Bronx Community College.
-I'm gonna get my accounting degree, girl. -What?!
-(laughs) -Yo, Lulu, I am so proud of you.
Yo, I got dreams, too. I figured I'd make them a reality.
Thank you for inspiring me.
And for pulling me out the dark.
We've been here an hour.
You sure it's been the whole ten days?
I'm sure. They called me yesterday
and told me to come in here.
This is the first time I've been tested
without having Damon to hold my hand through it.
It's all right.
This is what being an adult looks like.
Ain't no different than paying your electric bill
or doing your taxes.
I ain't never done taxes.
Do I have to teach you children everything?
(chuckles softly)
Maybe so... Daddy.
Bitch, I may be your elder, but I ain't your daddy.
Well, what if I'm into daddies?
(exhales) It gets real muggy in these waiting rooms.
(door opens)
NURSE: 60918?
That's me.
Go in there and be strong.
I'll be waiting for you when you get out.
Gay male, birthday June 22, 1967?
Yep.
It says here that the test came back positive.
Do you have a general practitioner,
or will you be needing a recommendation for a doctor?
-Wh-What? -We'll also need a list
of all your sexual partners with their phone numbers
-so that we can contact them. -Uh, hold on, um...
What are you saying?
You are HIV-positive.
Were you expecting a different result?
Of course I was.
In your questionnaire, you stated that you had
multiple same-sex partners, and that you rarely use condoms.
Well, yes, but... No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no. Uh, run the test again.
-We've run it twice. -I ain't never had no fevers,
no night sweats or nothing.
Not all patients experience the symptoms of seroconversion.
(scoffs)
(sniffles) So, that's it?
(sniffles)
(door closes)
(exhales)
Baby, I'm so sorry.
(sniffles)
I'm gonna die.
-I'm gonna die, Pray... -No. No, you're not.
No, you're not. No, you're not.
(crying)
I got you, I got you, I got you, I got you, I got you.
It's okay.
MISS FORD: She didn't get in the car?
What time is it?
9:15, ma'am.
Her call time was 7:30.
You're late.
Two hours, to be exact.
-And you look like shit. -(mutters) Damn.
Good morning to you, too, Miss-- Miss Ford.
Are you hungover?
Why would you party
the night before your most important shoot?
This-this is Bebe.
I'm sorry to interrupt. How you doing, Miss Ford?
I'm Esteban, Angel's boyfriend.
I just wanted to say I also appreciate everything
-you've done to help Angel. -Esteban,
I've heard lovely things about you,
but can I take it from here?
Of course.
Break legs, mm-hmm?
(clears throat)
Oh, you want me to g go. Yeah.
Yeah.
I'll be outside.
(door opens)
You see all of this?
-This is for you. -Ow.
Everyone here is here for you.
You are the star...
...of this production.
I don't care to know the particulars
of your nighttime activities in the Bronx,
but you are better than this.
-You don't know me. -(chuckles) Darling girl.
Haven't we done this routine before?
I've been doing this longer than you've lived.
And I've seen bright and shining stars like you
dim their own light.
You're so close to having
everything you told me you wanted, Angel.
Do you want to burn out, too?
Maddy, fetch the photographer.
Hair and makeup, you know what you guys have to do.
ANDRE: Hello, Miss Ford.
MISS FORD: Oh, hello.
Nice to see you again, Angel.
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* Yeah *
Pay attention!
We got to fight for each other.
-You special. -Ballroom is not a trend.
It's about family.
ANNOUNCER: Pose.
All new, Tuesdays at 10:00 on FX.
CISSY: You said you had it under control.
It's up to you...
to protect everyone.
Can you do it or not?
ANNOUNCER: Snowfall.
Season premiere, July 10 on FX.
Since this is your first time,
why don't you tell us something about yourself?
I don't like cats.
Okay. Martha, what about you?
Well, Chip stole mine.
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-(piano ballad plays) -FAROUK: For centuries...
everyone said Amahl Farouk--
MAN: Amahl Farouk, Shadow King, my parasite--
FAROUK: ...is the villain.
And now you're telling me...
that the villain...
is the hero,
and the hero is the villain?
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