[smooth music]
[Camille] It's the Winter Solstice,
and as the North Pole tilts
the furthest it ever will from the Sun today,
we will have the shortest day
and the longest night of the entire year.
[all chanting]
Across many cultures,
there's a shared belief that tonight on this long night,
the old must end in order to begin anew.
The surprises just keep coming with you.
And with you.
I tell you I'm engaged,
and you show up and boycott my restaurant.
Oh, right.
Wait, you're serious.
Ian, you can't possibly think that's what this is all about.
Yeah, I can. I do.
Wow. The male ego rarely disappoints.
[scoffs] Unlike a woman scorned.
I am not scorned!
That-that-that's not what this is.
And for the record,
I didn't even know that you worked here.
Somehow you left that out in the whole,
"Hi, Camille, I'm back, and I'm engaged" messiness.
Ah, you see? You are pissed.
No. You know what?
I am not even actually sure
what this exact combination of emotions I'm feeling right now
is, but pissed definitely feels like a oversimplification.
Are you gonna keep protesting
now that you know this is my restaurant?
It's not your restaurant!
You are nowhere in the marketing of it, Ian.
They gentrified your ass out of the poster
along with the rest of the Black folks in Harlem.
All right, whatever. The picture is a fucking mistake.
- I told them to get rid of it. - Yeah.
But the food, the recipes, they're mine.
It is not yours!
It is yet another white-owned business
forcing out a Harlem staple
from a neighborhood that it helped build.
You just happen to be complicit.
Complicit?
Ray's went out of business on its own, months ago.
That has nothing to do with me. I feel bad about it.
Honestly, answer me this, Camille.
How is this any different than you teaching at Columbia,
a school with roots in the slave trade, over an HBCU?
Oh, girl, I know you not talking.
I am the one who told you that when they offered me the job.
You are the one who said, "Oh, well, you know,
being one of the few Black PhDs can make a difference."
Exactly. I didn't fucking protest you.
I know how to be a supportive partner.
Wow. Did you really just say that?
Camille, there are so few Black head chefs
in fine dining.
There's hardly any of us.
With this investment group I got behind me,
I got a serious shot at a Michelin star.
That's gonna put me ahead of the pack.
Then I can open up my own place.
You understand?
It's a step towards a long-term plan I got going on.
The problem with your plans
is that they never take into consideration
anyone else but you.
It's always been that way.
Right.
And there's nothing personal about any of this.
No. You know what? Yeah, this part is personal.
Fuck you.
Fuck you!
- Ooh. - I didn't want to interrupt.
You just heard all of that?
[Dr. Pruitt] I did, but I will pretend I didn't.
- We'll start again. - Yeah.
I am moderating a panel
on the effects of charter schools
on Black children in New York.
Oh! Part of my dissertation was about that.
Yes, I know. That's why I'm coming to you.
Oh.
One of my panelists is Jameson...
Royce. The...the social justice guy?
-Yes. He's insufferable. - He's...yeah.
My other panelist cancelled.
She's got a sick kid or a sick dog or something.
I don't know. I just stopped listening after a while.
- Oh. - And my replacement
is not available,
and my replacement's replacement is not available,
so you'll step in.
Today?
Uh, without any preparation?
Here's the thing.
Where I come from,
when your boss asks you to do something
in a rhetorical fashion, the answer should be...
Yes. I said yes. I had to.
Which means canceling my therapy appointment
because, of course, it's at the same time.
And I really needed therapy today,
especially after that fight with Ian.
Do you know what he had the audacity to say to me?
No. No, no, no. Remember, we are moving on from Ian.
Yeah, you're right. No, we are.
We're totally moving on from Ian.
He said that I wasn't a supportive partner.
Can you believe that shit? Me? Not supportive?
I mean, I should've checked his ass
for even letting that come out of his mouth.
You know what I should have said was...
Mm-mm, mm-mm. Here we go.
See, you always do this, okay?
You stew on shit for hours, and then all of a sudden,
you play a few rounds of "what I should've said is..."
Well, I should have said a lot.
And you know what? It's not too late.
I'ma let his ass know right...
Put the phone down and breathe.
I am breathing, bitch!
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I am not mad at you.
I'm mad at Ian and all these guys, you know,
who-who only think about their own needs.
Fuck every last one of 'em.
Sorry I'm late. [sobbing]
Britt, sweetie. Are you okay?
Never been better.
You're literally crying.
The wedding is off.
-Paul cheated... - [both gasp]
With the caterer.
Oh, my God. Brittany, I'm so sorry.
I hate it.
And tonight's bachelorette party is still on.
Luelle's wouldn't give me my deposit back,
so I hired strippers, and now it's a "fuck love" party.
Strippers? Girl, we eat there all the time.
Is that even sanitary?
You both better come. And invite anyone.
I'm putting it on Paul's AMEX. Fucker.
[Pilates instructor] Now, let's all begin
- with some cleansing breaths. - [phone dings]
He Venmo'd me?
- Who Venmo'd you? - That asshole from Prestige.
He tricks me into coming to a pyramid scheme,
and then he Venmos me for 12 measly dollars
for a lobster roll.
Quiet, please. We're in a class.
And we are in a crisis!
I mean, am I not worth $12?
You're worth $12. We all are.
What the hell is wrong with these men?
We are good women. We don't deserve this shit!
- No, we don't. - Man, fuck this Venmo asshole!
[Camille] Yeah. And fuck Ian.
You know what? Niggas ain't shit.
And these white niggas ain't shit either.
Sure the fuck aren't.
Motherfucking Paul and his cheating ass!
You know what? Fuck all these niggas.
Girl, fuck 'em.
These white niggas, Black niggas,
brown, yellow, red, green, and blue niggas too.
Fuck all the niggas of the rainbow.
'Cause none of these niggas ain't shit.
[Pilates instructor] Ladies, I am so sorry,
but maybe you would be more comfortable in another class.
We don't allow racial epithets here.
- "Racial epithets"? - Pardon me,
but we can say nigga because we are, in fact, some niggas.
I do not know what to say.
And this is so awkward,
but I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.
- Okay. - Fine.
That's fine.
[both scoff]
[both] Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga.
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga.
[Brittany] Um, I actually paid for this class,
so I'm wondering if I can...
[both] Nigga!
[singer] ♪ Acting stupid...
Okay, CJ. Don't go too short. It's for...
- Forbes. I know. I got you. - Okay.
- Yo, yo, yo. What's poppin'? - Yo.
Yo, let me tell you about this shorty I had last night.
I beat the brakes off that monkey.
Skeeted on her face and everything.
Like rah, rah, rah!
Look, I'm telling you, these hos bust it wide open
for a six-piece nugget. No fries.
Yo, you gon' handle this?
He's new. He don't know the rules.
Yo, Ant, chill. You got a lady present.
[Ant] Maybe the lady shouldn't try so hard
to look like a dude.
Barbershop is a safe space.
You're not using the term "safe space"
correctly, dumbass.
Yeah. Well, she just laying there, all nutted on and shit.
Yo, CJ, please get yo boy.
[CJ] Tye, what can I do? Ant's family.
I've been coming here for years.
[CJ] We fam, but me and Ant are fam-i-ly.
He's my mom's sister's son's nephew. We cousins, Tye.
So anyway, I 'bout to titty-fuck the ho, right?
And then, suddenly, I realized
shorty got one titty bigger than the other!
[Tye] Fuck this. I'm out.
[Megan Thee Stallion] ♪ ...it's too much drip ♪
♪ Ooh, I keep a knot, I keep a watch, I keep a whip...
Was it something I said?
- [laughter] - What? What'd I say?
Come on, bruh. Come on, man.
Come on, bruh.
Come on, B. I'm desperate.
You really don't got nobody who could cut my hair?!
I'll take a wash girl at this point.
Nah, dude. The shoot is tomorrow.
So next Tuesday really doesn't help me.
Come on. You really can't fit me in?
It's Forbes !
I'll pay you double. Triple.
No, I'm not keeping your kids for the weekend, Shanice.
How the hell is that a fair trade?
You're buggin'.
♪ Ooh, that body right ♪
♪ But you know this pussy fat ♪
♪ Ooh, I drop a picture now these...
Hey, girl.
Welcome to Get Out: the Musical.
I'm Aundrea. Sunken Place Chorus.
- You? - Hey.
Angie. The same, I guess.
Eric. I'm the teacup.
Jesus. Someone plays the teacup?
- Not just someone. Me, bitch. [Aundrea] Queen.
I knew this was gonna be a corny-ass piece of shit.
Mm-mm. No, I can't do this.
Who cares? It's Get Out.
Anyone who's anyone in Black Hollywood
gon' roll out to support.
Being in this is going to be like auditioning
for every director, producer, and actor that matters.
Hamilton all over.
Everybody there from the lead to the chorus
got mad job offers.
Oh, yeah?
[Eric] Yes, girl. Get this money.
- Okay, well, talk to me then. [Eric] Okay.
Angela Wilson?
Okay. My mama don't even call me that.
Just got paperwork from Actors' Equity,
says you're not in the union.
Oh, nah, I'm more of a singer.
And I'm more of a supermodel. And yet, here we are.
Here, you're still an actor, and you have to join.
$600 initiation fee. Check or credit card?
$600?
Can't you just take it out of my pay?
You know, spread it out over, I don't know, a couple of years?
Nope. Union Production means union actors only.
Surprised you were even cast.
End of the week, or we have to recast.
[R&B music playing]
[Jameson] Look, folks,
all you have to do is look at the numbers.
There's a reason charter schools are in 42 states.
They work.
And there's a McDonald's in all 50 states,
but does that mean they're good for you?
Well, for some folks who live on
and a below the poverty line, the dollar menu
is all they can afford. Don't knock it.
Oh, no, I wasn't. The spicy chicken sandwich goes hard.
And I appreciate the apple slice option in Happy Meals.
But the point that I was making
is, many low-income families
depend on public schools, of which I am a product.
- As am I. - And I would like to add
that I was fortunate enough to attend a private school.
Hey, hold on, apple slice.
So then, you should extra know
that charters rob funding from the public school system.
The same school-to-prison system
that gives zero fucks about Black and brown boys like me.
Precisely why I'm fundraising
to start my own charter school in Harlem.
To support and uplift our Black boys.
And what about our Black girls?
We don't need y'all's support?
I fully support Black girls,
Black women, and women of color.
That's not what I was saying.
I'm saying that statistically, Black men...
No!
Why is everything always about men
and their wants and their dreams?
What about our dreams? What about what we want?
You can't just show back up on my block with a-
with a racist poster of your restaurant
and a fiancée with an accent, and expect a warm welcome.
Are we still talking about charters?
[Kurt] I would like to say that I also
fully support Black men.
I think now's a good time to take a little break.
Don't you?
That was good.
In the future, I'd like my panels
to be a little less Jerry Springer.
- Right, maybe yeah. [Dr. Pruitt] Okay.
Go throw some water on your face
and come to my office at 9:00 a.m.
tomorrow morning sharp, and we'll talk about this.
- Okay? - Okay. Okay.
Okay. This was good...
Thank you.
...till it wasn't.
And then it went right off the fucking rails.
[♪ Raphael Lake: "Going Harder"]
Right.
[Raphael] ♪ 'Nother dollar, 'nother day ♪
♪ I ain't worried about a thing from yesterday ♪
♪ Swerving so hard in the getaway ♪
♪ I stay on the move, move like andale...
Hi. Can I help you?
Uh, I don't know.
I'm more of a barber type of lady.
We take every type of lady.
Let me take a look.
Oh, shit.
And I have a major photo shoot, like huge.
So just a shape-up.
Hit me with a two guard on the sides and clean up the back.
Well, I can easily handle that.
But what about your amazing bouffant on top?
How can we really make that shine?
Um, I'm just gonna wet it, throw some conditioner in it,
and let it do what it's gon' do.
That's how I roll.
But you said it was for a big photo shoot.
May I suggest a hair steaming
for hydration and blood flow?
We call it "The Paradisio."
A Cece signature.
Mm, The Paradisio sounds like a lot.
I'll just stick to the shape-up.
You look like you're having a hard day.
Indulge yourself. You deserve it.
All right.
Grease me up.
[sighs] I yelled at a complete stranger.
And I'm on my fourth biscuit.
Oh, girl. I told my keys to fuck off
when I couldn't get the door open.
[Jill] Teddy, put that shoe back. Now.
[Camille] And here I thought yelling in Pilates class
was our low for the day.
Men are ruining us.
You know what?
Let's celebrate the solstice.
Let's leave the past behind.
I'm in. How?
We are gonna go to ridiculous Brittany's
ridiculous night for a ridiculous...
[Jameson] Well, well, well. - Shit.
Quinn, I'll call you right back.
I mean, I did not take you,
you, as the Red Lobster type.
I'm not.
I mean, what non-tourist eats at Red Lobster?
I had a meeting nearby.
What up, Cammy?
If you wanna move to your usual booth, it's about to open up.
[quietly] Thanks. Perfectly timed.
I mean, I ain't judging, Cammy, but seriously, these-
these cheddar biscuits, I mean, they speak to my soul.
Right? See, don't even get me started on the coconut shrimp.
- What? - Yes.
With that piña colada dipping sauce?
Yes! Okay, see.
I like to mix mine with the dragon sauce.
The dragon sauce? I've never tried that.
Oh, my gosh! I just changed your life.
- Okay. - [Camille laughs]
Look, I am sorry if I was really intense on the panel.
No, never apologize.
There's nothing wrong with passion.
- Thanks. - I'm gonna look you up on IG
in case you ever wanna argue again in person...
over wine.
[techno music]
♪ ♪
[Jameson] Think about it.
♪ ♪
[Jill] Here. Play with mommy's phone.
We're almost done.
[Angie] Hey, girl. What's going on?
Um, Mom can't control her daughter,
and we are going out tonight to watch strippers.
Ooh, boys or girls?
Boys, I think. It's a party.
I have finally realized that Mr. Right is a lie,
so Camille and I are looking for Mr. Right Now.
Aw. Hey, well, welcome to my world.
So, I need to borrow $600 from you ASAP
and I'll pay you back ASAP...ish.
[Quinn] I thought that now that you were working,
this was gonna stop.
I need to pay to work. Fucking union.
But you know, I'll work it off here.
I'll keep the store open three extra hours at $200 an hour.
Tempting offer,
but you know I tore up my mom's check and rent is due.
Well, I need to earn that $600 somehow.
Quinn, I have to come back.
Teddy's too hyper to try on clothes.
Aw, I'm sorry, Jill.
I understand. She seems like a handful today.
She's the worst. I'm so over it.
I'm totally, totally lost since my Jamaican nanny quit.
Yeah. I hate when that happens.
[Jill] I'm desperate for help, but she has to be Jamaican.
I had a Jamaican nanny when I grew up, and I miss her.
[Angie affecting accent] Luk at dat beautiful gyal.
She is your dawta?
- Hello? - Hello, good night.
I'm Ruby from Trelawny, Jamaica.
Jill McCabe. Such a pleasure to meet you.
I love your island.
Best cornrows I ever had.
Do enuh anyone luk for ah nanny?
I think I heard "nanny." Are you a nanny?
Mia? Yes.
Me tekk care of ya dawta.
So she no ack like she no have no mannas
like she raised back o' bush.
[chuckles] Oh, I love you already.
Don't you love her already? Teddy?
Can you come to my house
for an interview and trial time with Teddy?
Sure can.
For $600.
What? No, I don't pay to interview.
Me raze all five uh mi bruddahs and mi sistuhs.
Mi poppa was just like the song: a rollin' stone.
An' he rolled uhway.
Bless your heart.
No clue what you're saying, but maybe we could call it
a salary advance if I hire you?
$600, it is.
Here's my name, number, address.
And I will see you tomorrow at 9:00.
- See yuh, miss. - Bye.
Bye-bye, Teddy.
Oh, she's so sweet. I can tell.
- Bye, Jill. [Jill] Bye.
There's something wrong with that girl.
No, there's something wrong with you. Okay.
Pretending to be an immigrant so that you could get a job?
That is a new low for you.
A new low, or low-key brilliant
that I'm hustling that problematic white lady
out of some coins?
It is reparations.
It's cultural appropriation. And being Jamaican myself...
- Half. - So?
And the other half is Caymanian, bitch.
So being a full West Indian person...
Girl, you moved here when you were four.
Tell that to my Caribbean ancestors.
The point is, you can't just put on a Caribbean accent
like it's a cute accessory and then profit off of it.
It's wrong. But since we're here,
let me tell you something, okay?
West Indians are a beautifully complex and diverse people
whose cultural influence should be celebrated,
not mocked, especially by fellow diasporians.
And certainly when you can't even get the accent right.
Damn, Quinn. I hear you.
Thank you.
But if you not gwan gih the gul $600,
mi gwan have tuh do wha mi gwan have tuh do.
Bomboclaat.
And do like your musical. Get out.
Bombo. Bombo.
- [laughter] [Angie] Love you.
[Isabela] I hope to bring attention
to the way that polluted environments
disproportionately affect Black and brown communities.
Hmm, Paradisio is pretty good.
[sizzling]
[Isabela] Giving our children a safe and clean place
to play should not be seen as a radical agenda.
And the only way to make that clear
to those in Washington...
Oh! He-hello.
Ca-can someone help?
This conditioner fucking stinks!
[upbeat music]
Fuck love!
Yes, girls! Let's do this!
We're free.
Whoo!
Okay, darlings, I rarely say this,
but maybe this is too ratchet.
No. No, no, no. Not for me.
Not tonight.
That Jameson slid into my DMs.
Camille, no work tonight. Okay?
This whole solstice thing was your idea.
- Right. - So come on.
Let's loosen up and have some fun, hos.
- She on one. - I ain't been a ho since 2005.
[Quinn] Yes!
Let us see that transversus abdominus, honey.
What?
Oh, the "V" that points to the "D."
- Oh. - [women howling]
Somehow this isn't making me feel as good about the future
as I thought it would.
[Camille] Hey. [Angie] Hey, bitch.
[women hollering]
- Oh. - Ooh!
Business 101, asshole:
know your audience.
- [all gasp] - [stripper] Oh, shit!
Don King?
Oh, my God. Tye, what happened?
Cece. Cece fucking happened.
Cece, as in Natural Hair Cece's?
[both gasp] - I'm so pissed!
I mean, I got a photo shoot tomorrow,
and now I look like I got ran over by a unicyclist.
Girl, don't even trip. You know I got you.
Tye, say hello to "Trina."
She's my ever-present "in case of emergency" and your new BFF.
[Tye] Okay. - Wait.
Do you have that with you all the time?
- All the time. - All the time.
[announcer] And now, what we've all been waiting for,
Oscar De La Dick-You-Down!
[♪ Jeremih: "Birthday Sex"]
[Jeremih] ♪ Yeah-eah ♪
♪ It's your birthday so I know you want to ride out...
[women hollering]
[Camille] Wait a second.
He looks like this guy named Bobby
I used to date in high school.
Girl, I wish I went to your school.
[scoffs] He had an annoying cousin Skeeter.
- Whoo! - Oh!
- [all scream] - Ha-ha! I caught that shit.
♪ Get ready for action...
[Angie] Ooh, yes!
All right, ladies. Who wants some?
- Not me. - Me.
- Me! - [women cheering]
[Camille] Oh! - Come get this, bitch!
♪ ♪
♪ Girl, you know I, I, I ♪
♪ I've been feening ♪
♪ Woke up in the late night been dreaming ♪
♪ About your loving ♪
♪ Girl, you know I, I, I...
Yeah!
♪ Girl, you know I, I, I ♪
[women hollering]
♪ Just need your body to make good ♪
♪ Birthday sex...
- Oh! [Camille] Oh!
Oh, it was in my mouth. It was in my mouth.
Yeah... ooh, okay.
Yeah, um, y'all, I'm gonna go ahead and call it.
- Oh, you wack! - What?
You were the one that brought us here.
I know, but I have a 9:00 a.m. with Dr. Pruitt in the morning.
[Tye exhales sharply] - I got to go.
- Good luck, girl. - Thank you.
- Love you. - I love you too.
♪ One, two, three...
Quinn.
[squeals, then giggles]
- [mouths] - No. I know, I know.
Oh! Hi. Okay...
[women hollering]
♪ We grinding with passion ♪
♪ 'Cause it's your birthday ♪
- Hey. - Hi.
Hello. More stripper talk, please.
You have a beautiful smile.
Thanks.
Thank you, Oscar de la...
Shawn.
[voice cracks] Oscar de la Shawn.
[squealing]
♪ Woke up in the late night been dreaming ♪
♪ About your loving...
[rasping] Bye, bitches!
That ain't even fair.
[♪ Journey Montana: "Forget Me"]
♪ ♪
[Journey] ♪ Gotta leave the city when it's getting bad ♪
♪ I can feel the love you're not feeling back ♪
[notification chimes]
♪ Down for a minute it's my favorite part ♪
♪ One call and I'm right back in it ♪
♪ Windowpane my window's open ♪
♪ Hurting me 'cause you was broken...
Oh. Glad you texted.
I had a feeling you might.
Well, then the joke's on you, because I butt texted.
I just didn't want to leave you hanging.
Uh-huh.
So we didn't vibe earlier?
There was a vibe.
Vibe adjacent.
Vibe adjacent?
[chuckles]
So are we just gonna stand out here and freeze all night,
or is there a plan?
Plan? Where's the fun in that?
Come on. Look around us.
Million possibilities, you know?
Let's have one of those
"only-in-New-York" kind of nights.
Oh, yeah. Last time I had one of those,
I was 21, and I ended up in the back
of Trick Daddy's tour bus in Atlantic City.
But it was memorable, right?
For Angie, it was.
That's my friend. You never met her.
Well, I thought we could check this place out.
This place?
- Yeah. Come on. - But--
Okay, if this is an elaborate plan
to get me to do your laundry, I'm gonna kill you.
[chuckles]
After you.
Oh, my God.
[gasps] Has this always been here?
I thought I knew every secret spot in Harlem.
- I told you to trust me. - Oh, my gosh.
It's the 1979 original version of Asteroids.
This cannot be real.
Damn, it's like that. You know the year?
Centipede!
Wow. You really like video games, huh?
Yeah. I was a total latchkey kid.
When my mom was at work, I used to spend hours at two places:
the public library and this arcade
a few blocks away from our apartment.
Single mom, huh?
Yeah. Cliché, cliché.
You know, I hate to brag,
but I was kind of like the neighborhood champ.
Well, I don't know which neighborhood you grew up in,
'cause you weren't better than me.
- Oh, is that a challenge? - Challenge?
No. No, no. I mean, yeah. It's a challenge, if you want.
- Is it? - Let's see what you got.
I'm just saying, 'cause if it is, you know what I'm saying,
you done messed up. Hold that.
Ooh. This is the money you gonna owe me later?
Oh, yes.
[Jameson] Whoa! [Camille] Wow.
- That's crazy, huh? - Damn!
-Are you impressed? - Let me show you
what a real champion looks like, all right?
Okay, let's see.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Oh, and I still got it. - Wow.
Okay. You do-you do got it. That's for sure.
No. Stop it.
- Okay... oh! - [sighs]
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Whoa. [both] Oh!
- And-and stop. Don't! - Uh-uh. Uh-uh.
I know you like her a lot, but she's not...
- Let me try another one. - Go for it.
- Ooh. - Yes!
It's the night of my life!
[squeals]
City with the best cheesecake.
[both] New York.
- Same answer again? - This is freaky.
Okay. Okay. Okay. Okay.
How about your favorite color?
- Red. - Red.
Look, I feel kinda corny,
but I'm digging this.
No, no, I can't do this. No, no, no.
- You can't do what? - This.
The flirty back-and-forth thing.
But, no, I have decided
that I will no longer look for a good guy.
Yeah, but I am a good guy, though.
You are?
Yeah.
No. No.
Uh-uh. We're not doing this.
The, uh, cutesy, romantic portion
of the evening has ended.
Okay. I understand.
However, the...
sexy, fucking part is about to begin.
What do you say?
Your place. No strings.
I dig that too.
[singer] ♪ Going in on sight now ♪
♪ Look where we at, yeah, look where we at ♪♪
[Jameson] Oh, no way that was Wesley Snipes.
[Camille] That was definitely Wesley Snipes.
- You are out of your mind. - Are you serious?
Why would he be on the subway?
I don't know,
but it definitely looked like Wesley Snipes.
Yo, check this out.
This is-this is why I love New York winters.
Mm, yeah. My hands are frozen.
And I'm more of
a New York-in-the-summer kind of gal.
New York in the summer? Way too hot and muggy.
You're thinking summer days. I'm talking summer nights.
Oh.
Swanky rooftop, fancy cocktail on your hand,
view of the whole city in front of you...
Nothing beats that.
Plus I'm a summer baby anyway.
Mm, Gemini?
Wait, that was crazy. How did you do that?
Look, I could sense all that Gemini energy in today's panel.
- What? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Y'all can get pretty wild.
Oh, well, not that wild. I was supposed to be out
with my girlfriends tonight at a strip club,
hooking up with a guy I just met,
but I'm here with you, so...
Oh.
Well, we just met.
Yeah, we did just meet.
[♪ Symphani Soto: "Just Enough"]
♪ ♪
[Symphani] ♪ Tell me how it goes when we're apart ♪
♪ Tell me how it feels when we're this far ♪
♪ If you're cunnin', I don't have your heart ♪
♪ Then I don't wanna know ♪
♪ Baby, pull a shade over my eyes ♪
♪ And our talkin' love will keep me blind ♪
♪ And I'll always be there by your side ♪
♪ And I will let you go ♪
♪ Just promise me you'll love me ♪
♪ Enough as long as I can see you ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Just promise me you'll love me...
This is Peter. He's my favorite.
This is Judas. I hate him.
And this is Jesus.
Oh, hello, Jesus.
She turned all her American Girl dolls
into Bible characters.
Twelve grand worth of collectibles.
[whispers] Fucking shoot me.
I, uh, did not know your family was so religified.
Just me.
Mommy and Daddy are going to hell.
[Jill] So you're from Trelawny?
I've never been to that part of the island. What's it like?
Uh, art.
Flat and nea' the wata.
Aw, I love Jamaica,
but I do have strict rules about marijuana in my house.
First rule, you have to share it with me.
I'm just kidding. I don't...
[whispers] I am not kidding. I'm not.
Oh, mi love Gawd too and mi read Bible all day long.
- I love her, Mommy. - [Jill] Oh, yay!
Aw, she's so happy. I guess you're hired.
[laughs nervously] Yay.
You know what? You remind me so much of Viola Davis.
I love her. Don't you just love her?
So much.
Well, I don't know.
I don't wanna spoil your fun.
So I should probably run a few errands and...I don't know.
I'll see you in, like, five or six hours.
[normally] Okay. The dolly shit is okay,
but your mom's racist bullshit is not.
All dark-skinned women do not look the same,
and we are not here just to take care of white kids.
Where did your accent go?
Hush chile, you talk too much like ya damn matha.
More tea.
I am not my hair.
My hair doesn't define me.
I am not my hair.
My hair doesn't define me.
[Anna] Knock, knock. [Tye] Hi.
[Anna] Hey, stranger. You owe me a date.
I was hoping you'd be here,
but also sorta hoping you wouldn't be.
Well, I was wondering what was taking so long,
and...now I see.
Trust me,
what's going on underneath here is way worse.
I tried to fix a mistake, and I think I went too far.
You wanna show me?
[sighs]
And?
Fucking flawless.
Now I really want that date.
[laughter]
[energetic music]
♪ ♪
[sighs]
♪ ♪
Jameson.
Oh, rise and shine, sleepyhead.
What time is it?
Uh, 12:15.
Come to my office at 9:00 a.m.
tomorrow morning sharp, and we'll talk about this.
What?
No. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
- I missed my meeting. [Jameson] Oh, shit.
I didn't know you had a meeting.
Fuck!
And when the solstice celebrations end...
I need to use your laptop. My phone died.
I need to email Dr. Pruitt.
...and the longest night rolls into day,
sometimes the fresh start you thought you were getting
turns out to be something very different.
Wait, wait, wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait.
[Camille] Oh, my God.
What is this?
I can explain.
[Fana Hues] ♪ Fall down to the truth ♪
♪ ♪
♪ More of the same old plays ain't shit new ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Wild is the wind that carries me home ♪
♪ While I lick my wounds ♪
♪ ♪
♪ How did I get so close? ♪
♪ You're so cruel ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I fade to blue ♪
♪ How did I get so close? ♪
♪ Prolly God only knows ♪
♪ Saw the signs, still I go ♪
♪ Done it all on my own ♪
♪ How did I? ♪
♪ Mama told me, "Don't you never ever give
♪ Yourself away" ♪
♪ But that's just how shit flows ♪
♪ How shit flows...