This is Dante Bosco, and you wouldn't believe
what happened last week on Blindspotting.
Whoo!
Yo, who's Mustafa?
I was married in Bali.
I became a stepmom to his daughter, Tiarre.
And we was a family.
You said that he didn't double down for you.
It seems unhealthy.
Well, I don't think that healthy
is your area of expertise lately.
- I'm Ashley. - I'm Teena.
My husband's doing a bid out there.
Same.
It all goes downhill from here.
But I just wanted some of my own time with my son.
Can you just back off?
Oh, my God. What a bitch.
These are my tax returns since 2010.
I don't have any before this,
but I think the statute's passed.
And they can't come after us
for some shit I did in 1998.
Uh, Mom...
- Okay, this is-- - It has to be you.
Trish can't handle the paperwork.
I'm not saying you have to take over.
I just want to catch you up on the house,
my life insurance, my will.
These are my passwords for my laptop,
my phone, my e-banking logins.
Oh, Mom, why are your online passwords
on a piece of paper?
Security.
That's not how that works.
This is a little crazy.
I'm in prison.
I can't even keep this stuff here.
I know. I just want you to be familiar,
so you can be the point person if something happens.
You know who would make a great point person?
Ashley.
She's gonna know about all this anyway.
We don't keep secrets from each other.
I mean, why don't you just cut out
the incarcerated middleman here
and just go right to her, please?
We're on a little bit of thin ice, the two of us.
One wrong word, and I'm in danger
of catching frostbite in the living room.
Frostbite? Really?
I just don't want her making decisions for me.
Okay.
Did something happen?
Do you want me to talk to her about it?
No. No, no, no, no.
I just want to enjoy my visit with my son.
It's never long enough.
Well, why don't you come to one of the weekend
family visit things?
Great. Yes.
Okay, good. Yeah.
Talk to, uh, Ashley about it. She'll set it up.
Just tell her you wanna come the next time.
Sure.
Okay.
Let's talk about something else.
- Anything else. - Great.
Um, how is Nancy?
Oh.
You won't believe what she has fucked around and done.
Damn, Mama.
You was watching the Santeria documentaries
again, wasn't you?
Funny.
You having a chill night in?
No, I'm going to Luka's with Ashley.
Uh, why you got your old keyboard in the kitchen?
You should make it a fancy night out.
Get all dressed up, and put on that nude lipstick
you just bought--you know, that nice kind of rouge color.
The rouge color?
- Mama-- - Yeah.
No.
Why? What for?
It is Luka's.
Well, you never know
who you might bump into.
I'm only going 'cause that fucking Teena girl--
yeah.
She invited Ash.
And you know Ash been on one, drinking and shit,
so I'm just going to babysit her.
I tried.
Oh. Uh-uh. Uh-uh.
Don't try to beat me to the door.
That's what it is. You got a new man coming.
Okay.
Yeah, let me see where y'all going.
♪ On the telephone ♪
Mustafa.
Hi.
- Bye. - Bye.
Take care of my baby.
- Take care, Mama. - Mama!
What...
♪ That woman's love ♪
♪ Hey, that woman's love ♪
♪ Helps me find my way Back home ♪
♪ Help a man find His way back home ♪
So when's y'all's next family visit?
Actually, they gave us another slot for next weekend.
Can't believe we got a second one so quick.
Do those say Oakland?
Yup.
I like these.
Thank you.
God, I haven't been here in so long.
My squad used to come here all the time.
Well, it's easy, cheap,
and the niggas are always thirsty,
so we will never be.
Fuck, it's cold out here.
I was just trying to be cute.
You really don't get out much, do you?
Yeah, well, I spent 12 years with a man
whose coat I could just steal.
Mm. True.
Damn, of course Janelle is bailing.
She came back from Bali 100 years old.
Okay, well, fuck her.
You got me, and I do go out.
So just do as I do, bitch.
A'ight.
There that nigga is. Come on.
- Huh? - DNAS! Hey!
- Hey, what's good? - Hey, what's up, Teena?
Hey, can we slide in?
All right, but I don't want no shit tonight, Teena.
Nigga, come on.
I don't want you gigging on the bar.
All right.
All right, come on.
- What? - What?
Sorry, y'all.
Gentrifiers last.
- Let's go. - Okay.
Eh-eh-eh.
You thought you about to get in here.
Go back.
Why are you here, Staf?
I came to surprise you.
Okay, and what would lead you to believe that I
wanted you to surprise me?
You've been texting me for weeks.
You've been telling me you miss me.
You send nudies.
What about my booty says,
"Fly your ass halfway across the world"?
I mean, have you seen it?
Stop.
What it was saying was, keep your lonely ass in Bali
and never forget how good you had it...
and that I'm doing better than you.
I mean, it was nice, how we were texting, right?
Yeah.
So maybe we can enjoy each other while I'm here.
See how that feels?
The fuck?
Not keeping up with your martial arts training, I see.
Shut up.
I wasn't ready, obviously.
These right here...
best green tea candy in Bali.
I missed these.
I missed you.
Um...
What's all this about, huh?
'Cause you ain't staying here.
This is my Airbnb.
You lying.
Stafa.
Shots all night.
Ooh! Yikes. Okay.
So anyway, bitch, what I was saying--
can we get two more? Mm-hmm.
I was running at Dolores, and this bitch
thinks that she can pass me up.
I'ma start placing the 200, bitch.
Let me tell you right now.
We like three snakes in the Garden of Eden.
Okay, sir, now you know that makes no fucking sense.
Just stop. Okay.
It wouldn't be proper of me to pass you by
without a proper hello.
Not proper at all.
- We're married. - Hell, yeah!
No, not to each other.
- Stop. Stop. - Oh.
They here?
Hey, yo, uh, Pops.
Listen up now, man.
Yeah, come on, man. Leave them be.
Damn.
Sorry, young blood.
Sorry, pale young blood.
I didn't realize they was yours.
Carry on.
So I guess you owe me a drink now, huh?
Wait, what was that?
I said, you owe me a drink.
I let you say you could pull me, so where's my drink?
All right, come on, I got you.
Okay. Go ahead.
- No. Oh. - Oh.
Hi.
- Oh. - Ah... hello.
Hey, listen, um, look, my friend dragged me here.
He wants to make sure I have some fun,
but I'm not great at this.
Can I buy you a drink?
Please?
Sure. A Beautiful.
Yes, you are.
No, I'm talking about the drink.
- The what now? - The- the drink?
A Beautiful?
Two parts Hennessy, one part Grand Marnier, in a snifter.
- All right. - Warmed up.
- You got it. - And- and a cherry, please.
Hey, can I get a Beautiful?
With a-with a cherry.
- Oh, yay. Yay. - Yay.
No, you did not.
She's too young to be bringing boys home anyway.
- Oh, my God. - I had to at least scare him,
you know.
How was I supposed to know
he didn't know how to land properly?
Staf, oh, my God.
Ah, he'll be fine...
in a few weeks.
Uh-uh. Uh-uh.
- Ah, look at Ti. - Aw.
I miss Tiarre so much.
She still talks about you all the time.
I don't get you, Staf.
I was there.
I was so ready to make a life with you.
Janelle, my daughter barely got to know
her mother before she died.
I wasn't asking you to let me replace her mother.
I was asking for you to make a new space for me.
I was asking you to fight for me in your life, for us.
I-
- Janelle. - Don't.
Your form was a bit wilder, no?
No.
My parries are fine, strong.
Nah, it felt sluggish, slow...
like you haven't been training.
Oh, well, big surprise there, huh?
Nothing I do is enough.
And let's be very clear.
I'm as sharp as ever.
You were always enough. It wasn't that.
No? What was it, then?
I can't explain it.
But it just hurt the first time she called you "Mom."
Well, I love her.
I can't help how she felt about me.
I wasn't ready to hear her call you that.
I'm sorry.
But I never thought you'd leave us.
I had to leave.
You were shutting me out
and pretending that you weren't.
Are you okay?
Oh. Okay.
So hold up.
What was your plan with this grand gesture, huh?
- What? - 'Cause I noticed you
didn't bring Tiarre with you.
That means that you came here to, what,
to fuck and then disappear again,
or relive some shit that I didn't already bury?
No, that's not it. That's not-that's not true.
- No? No? - "That's not true? No, no, no?"
- That's not true? - That's not it.
Okay, then show me your visa. Mm-hmm.
'Cause if you staying here longer than 30 days,
you gonna need a visa, playboy.
Where that's at?
You're right.
I didn't come to Oakland to move here.
I want you to come back to Bali.
Be my wife again.
You said I never fought for you.
Well, here I am.
I'm here to fight for your love.
Bring it, then.
Hey. Y'all smoke?
Oh, yes, God, please.
I know it's a little fancy, but--
No, I could do fancy.
I like nice things.
Shit, it's fucking cold in here.
I got my jacket over there, if you want to wear it.
Wh-what?
My jacket! It's over there.
Oh. Uh, nah.
Nah. I'm good.
All right.
Two more, please.
Whoo!
Girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend, go.
Okay!
Hey, hey, let's go. Whoo!
Shots!
♪ Hyphy, hyphy, Hyphy, hyphy ♪
♪ Came to get it popping ♪
♪ Like it's bubble wrap ♪
Actually, you know what?
Um, can I... can I get your jacket?
Oh, okay.
Thanks!
♪ Been stealing niggas' jackets since '99! ♪
The patriarchy owes us, okay? It's a tax.
Oh.
Oh, you just going to get on up, huh?
Not Nancy's stuff. She'll kill me.
What?
Oh!
Fuck, it feels so good to be out doing
some normal-ass shit, girl.
I needed this.
Oh, yeah, no, anytime.
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, look ♪
Whoo! It burns!
Hey, man, it's your boy Fabby Davis Jr.
of the Mack Pack, man.
You know what I'm saying?
And, uh, niggas be hating on the Town, man.
So we can really show y'all how that shit go, man.
Look. ♪ I got the North ♪
♪ Got the East got the West with me ♪
♪ So I suggest you niggas Don't mess with me ♪
♪ You need to be cool 'cause you don't wanna squabble ♪
♪ 'Cause we could do the fool ♪
♪ But you don't want a problem ♪
♪ Put that on something I put that on fathers ♪
♪ Put that on something I put that on mamas ♪
♪ Put that on something I put that on grandcitas ♪
♪ You run up on me, Get your man beat up ♪
♪ Bushrod, Gaskill, 6-deuce, Goldenville ♪
Ah!
Come on.
Ladies first.
Bet.
♪ Real high ♪
♪ These niggas Wanna speak down on me ♪
♪ I'ma slay 'em with my fire ♪
♪ With my fire, my fire ♪
♪ Hot like lava, what do you desire ♪
♪ I'm on fire ♪
♪ You you can't can't trust me bitch ♪
♪ I'm about my dollar ♪
♪ That's the reason Why I'm rich ♪
♪ They try to slander My name ♪
♪ But I won't let 'em Get this close ♪
♪ Oh, Lord, oh ♪
♪ Listen to me ♪
♪ Listen to my story, Story, story, story ♪
♪ I kept it a flamma ♪
♪ And I ride with my banga ♪
♪ I was thugging, Twisting my fingers ♪
♪ All my niggas, They so dangerous ♪
♪ Can't ride with us ♪
♪ We're taking flights ♪
♪ If I say jump, Would you do it? ♪
♪ What would it take You to prove it? ♪
♪ Fuck it, I might Pull up with a choppa ♪
♪ And chop your partner Like steak and lobster ♪
♪ Pull up with a thermometer ♪
♪ Extended clip Like a helicopter ♪
♪ We can get hekka traffic ♪
♪ While traveling through Africa ♪
♪ Faker den I thought you was ♪
♪ I thought you was A conqueror ♪
♪ Fucking up your faculties Actually causing casualties ♪
♪ But everybody dies, B I'ma hustle ♪
♪ It reminds me of a nigga in The '90s ♪
♪ With a mack on my lap ♪
♪ Slander my name ♪
♪ But I Won't let 'em get this close.
♪ Oh, Lord ♪
♪ Oh, listen, listen to me ♪
♪ Listen to my story, Story, story, story ♪
♪ Oh ah ♪
Stop it.
We love each other. We can do this.
Don't do that stuff. Don't try to read me, okay?
I ain't seen you in almost a year.
What kind of form is that?
Town.
Town?
Oakland. My true form, okay?
I had to come home.
I was scared.
I needed to be with my family.
Titi misses you.
I miss you.
I wasn't ready for her to call you Mom
because it felt like it was...
erasing something about her,
something about me.
When you left, there was this love,
this great indescribable love that I lost,
and Tiarre lost it too.
We've lost so much already.
I can't lose you too.
We are family.
No shit, Staf.
Why you didn't just text that?
Because I feel like the delivery is key.
♪ I hope I don't go back ♪
♪ To slanging yayo ♪
♪ Slanging yayo ♪
♪ To get my mail, oh ♪
♪ I hope I don't go back ♪
♪ To slanging yayo ♪
♪ Slanging yayo ♪
♪ To get my mail, oh ♪
You learned my favorite E-40 song?
♪ Been a hustler since birth ♪
♪ Mama selling dinners For the church ♪
♪ Red-handed, caught me Stealing money out of purse ♪
♪ Got branded, permanent Whip scars on my back ♪
♪ I used to get beat With racing car tracks ♪
♪ But now me got wealth, Holding a conference call ♪
♪ In my hands-free Car telephone ♪
♪ Looking like I'm talking to myself ♪
♪ Shooting the breeze, Cutting it up real tough ♪
♪ Like chopping it up Like a true businessman ♪
♪ Talking about, by the way, B, what we doing this week ♪
♪ On SoundScan? ♪
♪ I hope I don't back
♪ To slanging yayo ♪
♪ Slanging yayo ♪
♪ To get my mail, yo ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
I love you, Staf.
I love you more.
♪
Oh.
No, no, no, no, no.
Go away.
Hey, but I thought that--
Move!
Hey. But... But...
Oh, time to go, bitch.
- Get up! - What?
- Wait, wait? - Wait, no, call me!
- What the fuck? - This bad. This bad.
696--
Get the fuck off me, bitch!
I'm trying to help you.
What are you talking about?
Handle your Saturday night nigga,
and I'll handle mine, okay?
I have a husband, and so do you.
Where? Where is he?
Chri-Chris? Chris?
Chri--oh, that's right.
He's doing ten years in prison, Ashley.
That's not funny, Teena.
"That's not funny, Teena."
So this is what you do on the weekends, huh?
I brought you here to get your mind
off of the truth, okay?
Miles doesn't belong to you anymore.
He belongs to them.
You can't stand here and tell me
that you don't see that fucking shit.
Nothing is ever the fucking same after this shit, Ashley.
You are just like me.
You know what the fuck we're doing here.
You think I didn't see you in there
kissing that pale-ass nigga?
Come on girl.
You came out here in that tight ass dress
thought you weren't gonna get any attention.
I know what you want.
I know that you want this.
You wanted hin to come and feel up on you, didn't you?
Bitch!
Get off.
Shit.
What the fuck?
Get off of me!
Ow.
Oh, shit.
Fuck.
It fucking burns.
You wanna go to Caribbean City?
What? Why? Now?
Well, bitch, my night's not over.
- We just fought. - So?
- "So?" - So friends fight, okay?
Now I know I gotta back up
if I'ma roast you or something.
Girl, I gotta go home.
You sure?
Yeah, I'm sure.
Okay.
Yikes.
Right there.
Hey.
I know you think I don't miss him.
But I do.
Every fucking day.
You didn't see anything.
Okay?
Night, Ash.
♪ This is the ballad Of the broken ♪
♪ Eulogy of the bruised That spews unspoken ♪
♪ on a poorly-lit corner of West Oakland, ♪
♪ Where new whites drive by On fixed-gear bikes ♪
♪ And old town shit dies By the light ♪
♪ Of another liquor Store closing ♪
♪ And I am a vagabond of afterthoughts ♪
♪ Manic in the pageantry of an Impossible plastic posture ♪
♪ Pressured by a rotting Precedent of my Babylon ♪
♪ So before you begin, Let me remind you ♪
♪ These motherfuckers wish I Was who they never could be ♪
♪ Wish they did what it does While I do it begrudgingly ♪
♪ I am most in the mud ♪
♪ It's made thick in my blood ♪
♪ And I misstep occasionally ♪
♪ So fucking what? ♪
Fuck!
♪ I trip right on the gun ♪
♪ Fuck, I mixed lights With the rum ♪
♪ And flew a bit too Tight to the Sun ♪
♪ A Bay girl gets No license to run ♪
♪ I got to be dirty as A Magdalene ♪
♪ And holy to these- Holy to these- ♪
♪ Holy to these niggas as a nun-as a nun ♪
♪ And down like a clown, No matter the sentence sung ♪
♪ Or grip on my lungs- grip on my lungs- ♪
♪ Grip on my lungs ♪
♪ But what if I'm coming Undone? ♪
♪ What if-what if-what if They got me coming undone? ♪
Fuck, I'm not the one.
I'm not the fucking one.
Nelle.
Okay, I'm coming.
Shit, knocking on my--
shit, Ash, you okay?
You look cute but fucked up.
Yes.
Ooh, girl, is that Mustafa?
Mm-hmm.
He looks more handsome in person.
I like the facial hair.
Okay. All right.
Why don't you come on inside?
No, no, no, no, no.
I want to...
- What? You what? - mm...
I just came to say that I love you, Janelle.
And I love you so much.
Oh.
Okay.
I love you too.
Uh-huh.
Girl, he's cute.
Mm-hmm.
You should hold onto him real tight.
He is fine, ain't he?
Yeah.
Oh, I'm-I'm sorry.
Yeah.
I shouldn't be here.
Okay, um, just act like...
act like I wasn't here.
I'm a magic-I'm a magician.
Shh.
Shh, okay.
Please text me when you get home.
Okay.
Mm-mm.
She seems nice.
Mm-hmm.
And has a great eye for how handsome I am.
Shut up.
Give me my blunt.
Hey, party girl.
Wild night?
Huh?
Oh. Um, yeah.
Is Sean asleep?
Out like an adorable log.
It looks like you lost an earring.
- Honey, are you-- - I can't.
Um... I can't be around you right now, Rainey.
I'm sorry.
Good night.
And frostbite.