Run the World (2021–…): Season 2, Episode 4 - My New Therapist Says... - full transcript
Previously onRun the World...
- Oh, shit.
- What is that?
So wait.
You still have the apartment?
I was wondering
if you put any thought
into who you'll be sponsoring
for the professionals
of color event.
She's too green. I need this.
You need to sponsor me.
Welcome to the big leagues.
It was really great
seeing you again.
I was just about to ask you out.
I'm just here trying
to network, not date.
I am the network.
"You're talking
to Preston Thurgood,
the creator of Prestify."
What the hell?
I mean, I thought we were going
to dinner.
Oh, we are.
Said you like Cuban, right?
I got a little spot in Miami
with the bomb lechón asado.
I figured you might like that.
I can't just fly
to Miami with you.
You want to go to Cuba?
Let's do Cuba instead.
You have your passport?
Any warrants?
I know you from Chicago.
Was you stealing GUESS jeans
in high school?
- Keep it real.
- No, crazy-rich Negro.
That's not what I'm saying.
I'm...
I was just thinking, you know,
a Michelin restaurant,
a little live music.
This is just, um...
- It's a lot.
- Mm.
I think you worth a lot.
Anybody could take you
down the street,
get you something to eat
at some little local spot.
And if that's what they think
you worth, that's on them.
I think you worth this.
- Okay, fuck it.
- Fuck it.
- Let's go.
- Let's go.
But, look,
if you try to traffic me,
I'ma kill you.
I got goons in Chicago.
- I got you.
- All right.
Living with the goons.
Cash bail is one of the few ways
that peaceful
all-American citizens
can protect themselves
from thugs who don't belong
in our communities.
Proposing to get rid of it
allows liberals
to turn us
into a-a lawless society.
Interesting perspective.
Sondi, what do you think?
Well..
I think, why say "all-American,"
when what you really mean
to say is "white,"
or "thugs," when we all know
what you mean to say
is "Black"?
But my real question
is for you, Jeremy.
What are you getting
out of this?
Me? What do you mean?
You invite me on here
to face off
against a public-access
Ann Coulter
so I can, what, pop off on her
so you can have a little viral
moment on your show,
all while I come off
as the angry Black woman?
I'm just trying to facilitate
civil discussion.
Don't you think it's important
to hear both sides?
Both sides doesn't work
when one side is predicated
on fundamentally racist beliefs,
which yours are, by the way.
When Blacks and Latinos
are twice as likely as whites
to live in poverty,
a system that allows poor,
nonviolent offenders
to remain locked up,
while their rich counterparts
cut a check
that allows them to go free,
that is a system
that is designed to enslave
Black and brown people.
But you knew that already.
Um...
and... and now a word
from our sponsors.
Well, I think why say...
You know, this apartment
has grown on me
the last few weeks.
However, coffee from a Keurig,
unacceptable.
Why you got to hate
on my Keurig?
You know, it actually works out
that you kept the place.
Although
you are going to give it up
once the repairs
are done, right?
Absolutely.
I can't wait to move back in.
It is so weird seeing my face
on Twitter.
You know, I'm not surprised
at all that it's resonating.
You handed that wishy-washy
punk his ass
and said what needed
to be said, so...
- I did, didn't I?
- You did.
Oh.
Eight a.m. emails from work.
"Dear Dr. Powell, this message
is to notify you
"that the Board of Trustees
have officially approved
your application for"...
Holy shit, I got tenure.
Oh, my God!
- Matthew, congratulations.
- Ah...
Oh, finally.
- We got to celebrate.
- Yeah.
Oh, word must be getting out.
Dr. Johnson, hello.
Yeah, I just saw the email.
Yeah, thank you.
This is a real honor.
It feels great to be locked i.
Sorry, I'm just...
still adjusting.
A new therapist is a big change.
We'll take it slow.
No need to take it slow,
Dr. Monica.
I know Dr. Nancy
spilled all my tea.
Are you allowed
to let me see my file?
I won't tell Dr. Nancy,
and I don't think it violates
that oath thingy,
'cause she retired.
Why did she retire?
Can you tell me?
We are ten minutes in.
How much of today's session do
you want to spend on Dr. Nancy?
Good point.
Well, did she at least catch
you up on Matthew
and Amari and Naomi?
She did.
In a nutshell...
since Amari's mother returned,
things...
feel off with Matthew.
You don't feel
like the two of you
are on the same page anymore.
That's right
And also,
you recently confessed
to Matthew
that you lied about moving
out of university housing.
Okay, you are
all the way caught up.
Sondi...
what's changed
with you and Matthew?
When I did the podcast,
I was honestly just so happy
to have my voice heard.
Like, I never expected
all of this attention.
Come on.
A brilliant Black woman giving
an eloquent read,
and that twist-out was poppin'?
As soon as I saw the video,
I told my editor
I had to interview you.
Thank you.
And I will give you
my hair regimen,
off the record, of course.
Okay?
Oh.
- Hey.
- Hi.
Um...
this is Dr. Matthew Powell,
newly tenured professor
of African American studies
and my boyfriend.
This is Nicole from The Cut.
Pleased to meet you, Nicole.
Dr. Matthew Powell...
you wrote that engaging essay
in support of Black nationalism.
Wow. You know your stuff.
What are you working on now?
Uh, right now I'm just enjoying
my tenure
and my family, of course.
Oh, you two have kids?
- No, we don't have...
- Not technically.
Um...
Sondi's actually been
an unofficial mom
to my daughter,
who loves her very much.
We both do.
But, hey, I'm gonna let you
guys get back to it.
- Pleasure to meet you, Nicole.
- You too.
- All right, good seeing you.
- Okay.
Have a good day.
All right, next question.
So you don't feel like you
and Matthew and Amari
are a real family.
Definitely used to.
Maybe I was just...
living in a fantasy.
You know?
I always knew that Naomi
was going to come back.
But it was just so abrupt.
And we were just starting
to get back
into the groove, you know?
I just feel like...
now that Amari
isn't around as much...
I am starting to notice
how different Matthew and I are
and how differently
we see our futures.
Like, he is fine
being a professor
for the rest of his life,
and I want...
Okay, honestly, I don't know
exactly what I want.
All I know is,
I have never felt more excited
than when I was on that podcast
and all those people
were hearing my voice.
I've never felt like that
in a classroom.
And I-I want
to keep exploring that.
And there's just something
about staying with Matthew
- that makes me feel...
- Stuck.
Yeah.
I hadn't seen Dr. Nancy
in months,
so let me just bring you
up to speed.
I'm fucking a millionaire
who genuinely likes me
and can give me everything,
but for some fucked-up reason,
I'm having mixed feelings
about it.
Is this the millionaire you met
at the mixer with Whitney,
who you initially thought
was "broke as shit
but kind of cute
but even cuter
once I saw that net worth"?
How do you know that?
Well, you canceled sessions,
but you drunkenly texted
Dr. Nancy this information
at two a.m.
Damn, I sound shallow as fuck
when I'm tipsy.
I really do like him, though.
How's it going?
And I've already compiled
a list of macro-influencers
that I think will really help
get your brand out there.
And with some targeted
social-media promotion,
we can really make a mark
in the "CBD dog treats" space.
Love it! We are so excited to
work with a Black-owned agency
and someone who loves dogs
as much as we do.
We'll be in touch soon.
Okay. Looking forward to it.
Woof, woof!
Let's go. Get you out of here.
Are you finished with Sissy yet?
Wait, wait, Renee.
Bye.
Ugh.
- Ooh.
- What's up, baby?
- Hey.
- How was the meeting?
Mm, great.
I'm selling weed gummies
for mutts... couldn't be happier.
Listen, it's a start.
Come on, now, this shit gonna
take off very fast.
You should be proud of yourself.
You know what?
I am proud of me.
Rich people
love dogs and weed, so...
I know there's an audience
for it.
Speaking of,
I want the non-dog weed.
Don't go crazy with it.
My weed man is
on vacation till next week.
- Is that right?
- Mm-hmm.
All right.
Oh, you got the goodies.
Yo, you know who loves dogs?
- Who?
- The Weeknd.
He be sending me pictures of
him and his dog all the time...
matching outfits,
matching afro wigs.
The dog be looking
like a Black Panther, low-key.
- Man, whoa.
- Okay, well, if he's ever
in the market to promote
for some doggy CBD,
let me know.
Text him right now.
Are you serious?
- Yeah, that's done.
- Shit.
Let me back that ass up
for you, 'cause...
that's sweet.
- You like that?
- You're just so sweet.
- You better stop, see?
- Mmm.
Mmm.
Ah, ah, wait, wait.
I got to go.
I got meetings all day.
I can't even do it.
But I want to see you
tonight, though.
- Okay.
- Yankees game, box seats.
Me, you, Swizz, Alicia.
I want you to meet the crew.
- Swizz Beatz?
- Yeah.
Ooh, shit.
A bitch is a Yankees fan today.
- Okay.
- You crazy.
- Oh, the cups are...
- I know where the glasses are.
It's my third night here.
You know, um, I forgot.
I got plans tonight
with the girls.
- Really?
- Yeah.
- All right, you sure?
- Yeah, I'm sure.
- Rain check?
- Of course.
And then I ghosted his ass.
So you're worried
about the lines being blurred.
Oh, we're way past blurred,
Monica.
This was supposed to be
a casual thing
with occasional
business benefits.
Now he all up in my house,
drinking all my good water,
knowing where my cups are.
He's moving too fast
and getting way too familiar.
Let's be honest, Renee.
This is the first
genuine connection you've made
outside of Jason,
and you're feeling scared.
I don't think I'm ready.
I get it.
If you're not ready to date,
it's fine.
But...
if you like Preston,
which it seems
like you really do,
you might regret
pushing him away so soon.
What's making you angry?
Well...
What's making me angry?
My coworker Chad...
who can't hold a conversation
without bringing up Joe Rogan,
and he'll probably make partner
before me,
uh, the fact that I'm paying
for a three-bedroom apartment
and I'm the only one
living there,
climate change,
the fact that I was tricked
into seeing Ola.
Hold on.
Why didn't you lead with that?
I'm sorry, Pastor Burks, I got
caught up with some work thing.
Uh, you said this was
a one-on-one session.
Uh-huh, yeah, same.
What's going on?
I'll explain, but, please, sit.
Now, I'm sorry
for misleading you,
but as the pastor
who was going to wed you,
well, I felt responsible
for helping you two
work this thing out.
I mean, y'all... y'all are
the image of #BlackLove.
And I know... I know you went
through some issues,
but for both of you to heal,
there's one big thing
that needs to happen,
and that's for you
to forgive Whitney, Ola.
Wha... Excuse me?
The Bible says
"forgive each other,
just as Christ forgave you."
- Uh, wha...
- You heard the man.
He speaks for God.
Forgive me, Pastor,
but I-I don't remember
Jesus getting cheated on
right before His wedding.
I can't do this...
with you anymore.
Look, Pastor, I appreciate
what you're trying to do,
but I'm out.
No, you stay.
I'll leave.
No, you lied the last time
we were here, you know?
What... what
are you talking about?
In our last counseling session,
you said that you weren't
asking for me to be perfect,
but, actually,
you really fucking were.
Ooh, i-if we could cut back
on the cussing.
This is my fault now?
Are you fucking serious?
- Oh, Lord.
- I gave up a full scholarship
to Stanford Business School
to stay with you at Harvard.
I cooked for you.
I cleaned for you.
I never asked you
to do any of that, Whitney!
Well, I fucking did it anyway!
And I was great at it.
God.
He pulled a Parent Trap?
- That is messed up.
- Thank you.
Renee was ready
to go set his office on fire.
I wouldn't put it past her.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to say that aloud.
I'm glad you did, actually.
You agreeing that Renee's
a little crazy, too,
makes me trust you some more.
Look...
I know that I fucked up
in a major way.
I know that it's gonna
take a lot to get through it.
And I even started to feel
even worse for him
when Sondi told me that she
bumped into him on the street.
But the fact that he didn't
even want to try...
You know, if the tables
were turned,
I'd at least give us a chance.
I'm curious, Whitney.
What exactly
did you think would happen
when you told Ola you'd cheated?
What do you mean?
Well, you made
all these sacrifices
willingly for years,
and yet you still told him
about the cheating.
Why do you think that is?
I didn't do those things
'cause I wanted to.
Why did you?
Because...
...because I was afraid
if I didn't, I would lose him.
Mm.
But as the wedding got closer
and closer,
I just felt like I was walking
into a future
where I would have
to keep doing that.
I'd have to keep pretending
to be this perfect partner
that always said yes.
So I guess I...
told him
because I secretly wanted to...
blow us up...
or at least the version of us
that was built on this lie.
Listen...
maybe one day
Ola will give you forgiveness.
And maybe he won't.
And while you did do
a bad thing,
it is time
to give yourself permission
to heal and move on.
So you mentioned that your
feelings have been changing
since Amari hasn't been around.
Is there any chance
that maybe they were changing
earlier than that?
No, Matthew and I have
always been solid.
Okay, so maybe
we haven't always been solid.
It's probably why
I kept my apartment,
because deep down, I knew it
wasn't gonna work out.
Ooh, um...
I'm so glad that you got there,
because that's our time
for today.
I cannot believe
there's an actual class
- for this.
- Right?
My dog-treat people
put me onto this.
Those the people Preston
introduced you to?
Yeah.
Oh, how are you two doing?
Well, I'm glad you asked.
Um, I've decided to stop
playing games
and give Preston a chance,
a real one.
- I bet you have.
- I bet you did.
Jinx.
Forget both of y'all.
I really do like him.
He's nice and sweet
and funny and cute.
The financial security
is definitely a bonus,
one I'm not even taking
advantage of, okay?
Sondi, you look really good.
I know you didn't get
that dressed up
just to come
to a joint-rolling class.
Mm-hmm, you looking real fancy.
Matthew and I are going
to Melba's
to celebrate him getting tenure.
And are you and Matthew
doing better?
Um...
actually, I've been thinking
about...
Renee is rolling?
Ah, ha ha ha ha.
I would've assumed
you already had this talent.
Mm-hmm.
Hey, Whitney.
- Hi.
- Shemeika.
Yeah, I would think the same
about you.
What are you doing here?
Oh, I'm an investor
in this place.
- Really?
- Mm-hmm.
Cannabis, the next big thing,
and I'm making sure that
Black women don't miss out.
You know, Barb, maybe
you and I should join forces.
If there's one industry
that could use
some brand management...
it's cannabis.
Oh, no, I already have ten
of those cards at home.
You are relentless.
- Let's take a walk.
- Hmm.
Taking a walk.
Oh, yeah,
what were you about to say?
Oh, nothing.
We can talk about it later.
Hi, Miss Ross.
- Come on in.
- Hi.
You can have a seat.
Oh.
- Oh.
- Mr. Thurgood
is just finishing
up some things.
Any idea how long he'll be?
Oh, he'll just be a moment.
But I am heading out
for the day,
so if you need anything,
just text that number.
Okay.
Text the number?
He on some Bruce Wayne shit.
Gonna give me a number.
What kind of shit is that?
Excuse me, sir.
Hoo.
You know, um...
getting tenure has been
the greatest accomplishment
of my life,
outside of Amari, obviously.
But I think
there's one more thing
that I want to add to that list.
Oh, well, what's that?
Sondi, since the day
I met you...
I've known you are just
an incredible woman.
And you... you prove me right
every single day.
I mean, the way you fit
into our family,
the way you love Amari,
I couldn't ask
for a better partner.
Matthew, what...
what are you doing?
Sondi Hill...
will you do me the honor
of becoming my wife?
Sondi?
Did you hear me?
Um...
- I...
- Ma'am?
- Are you okay?
- Yeah.
Sorry.
I can't breathe.
I need f-fresh air. I'll be...
I'll be right back.
Okay.
Uh...
Uh-uh.
Some bullshit.
Hello?
Oh, hell, no.
This motherfucker
better not be up in this bitch.
Where the fuck you been?
Look who decided
to come find me.
- You petty as hell.
- Oh, trust me, I know.
You know that?
You beautiful as hell.
Mm, thank you.
There you go.
And I made dinner.
But you can't have none
till I get my apology.
- Apology?
- Oh, yeah.
- Apologize for what?
- Oh, I don't know.
Maybe something like,
"Oh, my God, Preston,
"I'm so sorry I ghosted you
and that big old dick.
I don't know
what I was thinking."
All right, fine. Okay.
I apologize for ghosting you.
- Okay?
- Okay.
But, you know,
things were messy with my ex.
You know, they still are.
And I haven't really dated
anyone since we separated.
You know, Renee, I get it,
you know.
I don't know if you realize it,
but I'm rich as hell.
Oh, yeah, I noticed.
You know, I like you.
And I'm so used to people
just blowing smoke up my ass
and telling me
what I want to hear.
I get a little excited
when I find somebody real.
Well, I like you, too.
I can't promise you
it's gonna be perfect with me.
I really can't.
But I do promise, though,
is that I'm gonna enjoy
the ride of getting to know you,
and hopefully you enjoy
getting to know me, too.
Well, I promise...
not to disappear on you again.
Oh, thank God.
But can we just slow it down
a little, just a touch?
I can do slow.
- We still fucking, right?
- Oh, hell, yeah.
Oh.
Great. I'm glad you guys
are still open.
Here you go.
Yo, are you giving those away?
Uh, yeah, I'm donating them.
Do you want them?
Retro Jordans?
Size 12s, though.
I'ma just wear
two pairs of socks.
Hold up. You can't steal
from the church.
It's not the church's yet.
She's donating them to me.
Oh, my God.
Why are you giving
this stuff away, anyway?
Your man cheat on you
or something?
Actually, I did,
right before the wedding.
For real?
Okay, savage.
Jordans?
I can't believe you took 'em.
I thought
I had a panic attack...
and I sent the SOS.
I just, like...
I can't believe
that Matthew even proposed.
I can't believe
you just left that man
at that restaurant like that.
He probably still sitting there,
waiting for you to come back.
Everybody just looking at him
while he order more water,
looking all awkward.
I didn't know what else to do.
I-I...
was literally sitting there,
trying to figure out
how to tell him that...
maybe we shouldn't be
together anymore...
- Mm.
- ...and then he pulled out
this frickin' ring.
And it was gorgeous.
It was perfect.
But you're not marrying
the ring.
You're marrying the man.
I can't believe
I ain't see this shit coming.
I can usually sniff out
a proposal
six months in advance.
It sounds to me like Matthew
was scared of losing you.
Oh, my God.
What am I doing?
Like, am I really gonna walk
away from a man who loves me
and wants to marry me?
Oh, my God, and Amari.
- I have to say yes.
- Oh, no.
- Oh, no, no.
- I should've said yes.
No, no, Sondi.
No, I am not letting you
do that.
Listen, I have done
a lot of reflecting
on my relationship with Ola.
And I made a lot of decisions
that I wasn't always happy with
for the sake
of our relationship.
And we all know
how that turned out.
I don't want that same thing
for you.
Whitney's right.
You got to listen to your heart
and follow that.
If Matthew ain't the one,
that's okay.
But you got to talk to him.
Oh, God.
Oh, sis.
I'm guessing
you didn't come to say yes.
Whoo-hoo!
- Oh, shit.
- What is that?
So wait.
You still have the apartment?
I was wondering
if you put any thought
into who you'll be sponsoring
for the professionals
of color event.
She's too green. I need this.
You need to sponsor me.
Welcome to the big leagues.
It was really great
seeing you again.
I was just about to ask you out.
I'm just here trying
to network, not date.
I am the network.
"You're talking
to Preston Thurgood,
the creator of Prestify."
What the hell?
I mean, I thought we were going
to dinner.
Oh, we are.
Said you like Cuban, right?
I got a little spot in Miami
with the bomb lechón asado.
I figured you might like that.
I can't just fly
to Miami with you.
You want to go to Cuba?
Let's do Cuba instead.
You have your passport?
Any warrants?
I know you from Chicago.
Was you stealing GUESS jeans
in high school?
- Keep it real.
- No, crazy-rich Negro.
That's not what I'm saying.
I'm...
I was just thinking, you know,
a Michelin restaurant,
a little live music.
This is just, um...
- It's a lot.
- Mm.
I think you worth a lot.
Anybody could take you
down the street,
get you something to eat
at some little local spot.
And if that's what they think
you worth, that's on them.
I think you worth this.
- Okay, fuck it.
- Fuck it.
- Let's go.
- Let's go.
But, look,
if you try to traffic me,
I'ma kill you.
I got goons in Chicago.
- I got you.
- All right.
Living with the goons.
Cash bail is one of the few ways
that peaceful
all-American citizens
can protect themselves
from thugs who don't belong
in our communities.
Proposing to get rid of it
allows liberals
to turn us
into a-a lawless society.
Interesting perspective.
Sondi, what do you think?
Well..
I think, why say "all-American,"
when what you really mean
to say is "white,"
or "thugs," when we all know
what you mean to say
is "Black"?
But my real question
is for you, Jeremy.
What are you getting
out of this?
Me? What do you mean?
You invite me on here
to face off
against a public-access
Ann Coulter
so I can, what, pop off on her
so you can have a little viral
moment on your show,
all while I come off
as the angry Black woman?
I'm just trying to facilitate
civil discussion.
Don't you think it's important
to hear both sides?
Both sides doesn't work
when one side is predicated
on fundamentally racist beliefs,
which yours are, by the way.
When Blacks and Latinos
are twice as likely as whites
to live in poverty,
a system that allows poor,
nonviolent offenders
to remain locked up,
while their rich counterparts
cut a check
that allows them to go free,
that is a system
that is designed to enslave
Black and brown people.
But you knew that already.
Um...
and... and now a word
from our sponsors.
Well, I think why say...
You know, this apartment
has grown on me
the last few weeks.
However, coffee from a Keurig,
unacceptable.
Why you got to hate
on my Keurig?
You know, it actually works out
that you kept the place.
Although
you are going to give it up
once the repairs
are done, right?
Absolutely.
I can't wait to move back in.
It is so weird seeing my face
on Twitter.
You know, I'm not surprised
at all that it's resonating.
You handed that wishy-washy
punk his ass
and said what needed
to be said, so...
- I did, didn't I?
- You did.
Oh.
Eight a.m. emails from work.
"Dear Dr. Powell, this message
is to notify you
"that the Board of Trustees
have officially approved
your application for"...
Holy shit, I got tenure.
Oh, my God!
- Matthew, congratulations.
- Ah...
Oh, finally.
- We got to celebrate.
- Yeah.
Oh, word must be getting out.
Dr. Johnson, hello.
Yeah, I just saw the email.
Yeah, thank you.
This is a real honor.
It feels great to be locked i.
Sorry, I'm just...
still adjusting.
A new therapist is a big change.
We'll take it slow.
No need to take it slow,
Dr. Monica.
I know Dr. Nancy
spilled all my tea.
Are you allowed
to let me see my file?
I won't tell Dr. Nancy,
and I don't think it violates
that oath thingy,
'cause she retired.
Why did she retire?
Can you tell me?
We are ten minutes in.
How much of today's session do
you want to spend on Dr. Nancy?
Good point.
Well, did she at least catch
you up on Matthew
and Amari and Naomi?
She did.
In a nutshell...
since Amari's mother returned,
things...
feel off with Matthew.
You don't feel
like the two of you
are on the same page anymore.
That's right
And also,
you recently confessed
to Matthew
that you lied about moving
out of university housing.
Okay, you are
all the way caught up.
Sondi...
what's changed
with you and Matthew?
When I did the podcast,
I was honestly just so happy
to have my voice heard.
Like, I never expected
all of this attention.
Come on.
A brilliant Black woman giving
an eloquent read,
and that twist-out was poppin'?
As soon as I saw the video,
I told my editor
I had to interview you.
Thank you.
And I will give you
my hair regimen,
off the record, of course.
Okay?
Oh.
- Hey.
- Hi.
Um...
this is Dr. Matthew Powell,
newly tenured professor
of African American studies
and my boyfriend.
This is Nicole from The Cut.
Pleased to meet you, Nicole.
Dr. Matthew Powell...
you wrote that engaging essay
in support of Black nationalism.
Wow. You know your stuff.
What are you working on now?
Uh, right now I'm just enjoying
my tenure
and my family, of course.
Oh, you two have kids?
- No, we don't have...
- Not technically.
Um...
Sondi's actually been
an unofficial mom
to my daughter,
who loves her very much.
We both do.
But, hey, I'm gonna let you
guys get back to it.
- Pleasure to meet you, Nicole.
- You too.
- All right, good seeing you.
- Okay.
Have a good day.
All right, next question.
So you don't feel like you
and Matthew and Amari
are a real family.
Definitely used to.
Maybe I was just...
living in a fantasy.
You know?
I always knew that Naomi
was going to come back.
But it was just so abrupt.
And we were just starting
to get back
into the groove, you know?
I just feel like...
now that Amari
isn't around as much...
I am starting to notice
how different Matthew and I are
and how differently
we see our futures.
Like, he is fine
being a professor
for the rest of his life,
and I want...
Okay, honestly, I don't know
exactly what I want.
All I know is,
I have never felt more excited
than when I was on that podcast
and all those people
were hearing my voice.
I've never felt like that
in a classroom.
And I-I want
to keep exploring that.
And there's just something
about staying with Matthew
- that makes me feel...
- Stuck.
Yeah.
I hadn't seen Dr. Nancy
in months,
so let me just bring you
up to speed.
I'm fucking a millionaire
who genuinely likes me
and can give me everything,
but for some fucked-up reason,
I'm having mixed feelings
about it.
Is this the millionaire you met
at the mixer with Whitney,
who you initially thought
was "broke as shit
but kind of cute
but even cuter
once I saw that net worth"?
How do you know that?
Well, you canceled sessions,
but you drunkenly texted
Dr. Nancy this information
at two a.m.
Damn, I sound shallow as fuck
when I'm tipsy.
I really do like him, though.
How's it going?
And I've already compiled
a list of macro-influencers
that I think will really help
get your brand out there.
And with some targeted
social-media promotion,
we can really make a mark
in the "CBD dog treats" space.
Love it! We are so excited to
work with a Black-owned agency
and someone who loves dogs
as much as we do.
We'll be in touch soon.
Okay. Looking forward to it.
Woof, woof!
Let's go. Get you out of here.
Are you finished with Sissy yet?
Wait, wait, Renee.
Bye.
Ugh.
- Ooh.
- What's up, baby?
- Hey.
- How was the meeting?
Mm, great.
I'm selling weed gummies
for mutts... couldn't be happier.
Listen, it's a start.
Come on, now, this shit gonna
take off very fast.
You should be proud of yourself.
You know what?
I am proud of me.
Rich people
love dogs and weed, so...
I know there's an audience
for it.
Speaking of,
I want the non-dog weed.
Don't go crazy with it.
My weed man is
on vacation till next week.
- Is that right?
- Mm-hmm.
All right.
Oh, you got the goodies.
Yo, you know who loves dogs?
- Who?
- The Weeknd.
He be sending me pictures of
him and his dog all the time...
matching outfits,
matching afro wigs.
The dog be looking
like a Black Panther, low-key.
- Man, whoa.
- Okay, well, if he's ever
in the market to promote
for some doggy CBD,
let me know.
Text him right now.
Are you serious?
- Yeah, that's done.
- Shit.
Let me back that ass up
for you, 'cause...
that's sweet.
- You like that?
- You're just so sweet.
- You better stop, see?
- Mmm.
Mmm.
Ah, ah, wait, wait.
I got to go.
I got meetings all day.
I can't even do it.
But I want to see you
tonight, though.
- Okay.
- Yankees game, box seats.
Me, you, Swizz, Alicia.
I want you to meet the crew.
- Swizz Beatz?
- Yeah.
Ooh, shit.
A bitch is a Yankees fan today.
- Okay.
- You crazy.
- Oh, the cups are...
- I know where the glasses are.
It's my third night here.
You know, um, I forgot.
I got plans tonight
with the girls.
- Really?
- Yeah.
- All right, you sure?
- Yeah, I'm sure.
- Rain check?
- Of course.
And then I ghosted his ass.
So you're worried
about the lines being blurred.
Oh, we're way past blurred,
Monica.
This was supposed to be
a casual thing
with occasional
business benefits.
Now he all up in my house,
drinking all my good water,
knowing where my cups are.
He's moving too fast
and getting way too familiar.
Let's be honest, Renee.
This is the first
genuine connection you've made
outside of Jason,
and you're feeling scared.
I don't think I'm ready.
I get it.
If you're not ready to date,
it's fine.
But...
if you like Preston,
which it seems
like you really do,
you might regret
pushing him away so soon.
What's making you angry?
Well...
What's making me angry?
My coworker Chad...
who can't hold a conversation
without bringing up Joe Rogan,
and he'll probably make partner
before me,
uh, the fact that I'm paying
for a three-bedroom apartment
and I'm the only one
living there,
climate change,
the fact that I was tricked
into seeing Ola.
Hold on.
Why didn't you lead with that?
I'm sorry, Pastor Burks, I got
caught up with some work thing.
Uh, you said this was
a one-on-one session.
Uh-huh, yeah, same.
What's going on?
I'll explain, but, please, sit.
Now, I'm sorry
for misleading you,
but as the pastor
who was going to wed you,
well, I felt responsible
for helping you two
work this thing out.
I mean, y'all... y'all are
the image of #BlackLove.
And I know... I know you went
through some issues,
but for both of you to heal,
there's one big thing
that needs to happen,
and that's for you
to forgive Whitney, Ola.
Wha... Excuse me?
The Bible says
"forgive each other,
just as Christ forgave you."
- Uh, wha...
- You heard the man.
He speaks for God.
Forgive me, Pastor,
but I-I don't remember
Jesus getting cheated on
right before His wedding.
I can't do this...
with you anymore.
Look, Pastor, I appreciate
what you're trying to do,
but I'm out.
No, you stay.
I'll leave.
No, you lied the last time
we were here, you know?
What... what
are you talking about?
In our last counseling session,
you said that you weren't
asking for me to be perfect,
but, actually,
you really fucking were.
Ooh, i-if we could cut back
on the cussing.
This is my fault now?
Are you fucking serious?
- Oh, Lord.
- I gave up a full scholarship
to Stanford Business School
to stay with you at Harvard.
I cooked for you.
I cleaned for you.
I never asked you
to do any of that, Whitney!
Well, I fucking did it anyway!
And I was great at it.
God.
He pulled a Parent Trap?
- That is messed up.
- Thank you.
Renee was ready
to go set his office on fire.
I wouldn't put it past her.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to say that aloud.
I'm glad you did, actually.
You agreeing that Renee's
a little crazy, too,
makes me trust you some more.
Look...
I know that I fucked up
in a major way.
I know that it's gonna
take a lot to get through it.
And I even started to feel
even worse for him
when Sondi told me that she
bumped into him on the street.
But the fact that he didn't
even want to try...
You know, if the tables
were turned,
I'd at least give us a chance.
I'm curious, Whitney.
What exactly
did you think would happen
when you told Ola you'd cheated?
What do you mean?
Well, you made
all these sacrifices
willingly for years,
and yet you still told him
about the cheating.
Why do you think that is?
I didn't do those things
'cause I wanted to.
Why did you?
Because...
...because I was afraid
if I didn't, I would lose him.
Mm.
But as the wedding got closer
and closer,
I just felt like I was walking
into a future
where I would have
to keep doing that.
I'd have to keep pretending
to be this perfect partner
that always said yes.
So I guess I...
told him
because I secretly wanted to...
blow us up...
or at least the version of us
that was built on this lie.
Listen...
maybe one day
Ola will give you forgiveness.
And maybe he won't.
And while you did do
a bad thing,
it is time
to give yourself permission
to heal and move on.
So you mentioned that your
feelings have been changing
since Amari hasn't been around.
Is there any chance
that maybe they were changing
earlier than that?
No, Matthew and I have
always been solid.
Okay, so maybe
we haven't always been solid.
It's probably why
I kept my apartment,
because deep down, I knew it
wasn't gonna work out.
Ooh, um...
I'm so glad that you got there,
because that's our time
for today.
I cannot believe
there's an actual class
- for this.
- Right?
My dog-treat people
put me onto this.
Those the people Preston
introduced you to?
Yeah.
Oh, how are you two doing?
Well, I'm glad you asked.
Um, I've decided to stop
playing games
and give Preston a chance,
a real one.
- I bet you have.
- I bet you did.
Jinx.
Forget both of y'all.
I really do like him.
He's nice and sweet
and funny and cute.
The financial security
is definitely a bonus,
one I'm not even taking
advantage of, okay?
Sondi, you look really good.
I know you didn't get
that dressed up
just to come
to a joint-rolling class.
Mm-hmm, you looking real fancy.
Matthew and I are going
to Melba's
to celebrate him getting tenure.
And are you and Matthew
doing better?
Um...
actually, I've been thinking
about...
Renee is rolling?
Ah, ha ha ha ha.
I would've assumed
you already had this talent.
Mm-hmm.
Hey, Whitney.
- Hi.
- Shemeika.
Yeah, I would think the same
about you.
What are you doing here?
Oh, I'm an investor
in this place.
- Really?
- Mm-hmm.
Cannabis, the next big thing,
and I'm making sure that
Black women don't miss out.
You know, Barb, maybe
you and I should join forces.
If there's one industry
that could use
some brand management...
it's cannabis.
Oh, no, I already have ten
of those cards at home.
You are relentless.
- Let's take a walk.
- Hmm.
Taking a walk.
Oh, yeah,
what were you about to say?
Oh, nothing.
We can talk about it later.
Hi, Miss Ross.
- Come on in.
- Hi.
You can have a seat.
Oh.
- Oh.
- Mr. Thurgood
is just finishing
up some things.
Any idea how long he'll be?
Oh, he'll just be a moment.
But I am heading out
for the day,
so if you need anything,
just text that number.
Okay.
Text the number?
He on some Bruce Wayne shit.
Gonna give me a number.
What kind of shit is that?
Excuse me, sir.
Hoo.
You know, um...
getting tenure has been
the greatest accomplishment
of my life,
outside of Amari, obviously.
But I think
there's one more thing
that I want to add to that list.
Oh, well, what's that?
Sondi, since the day
I met you...
I've known you are just
an incredible woman.
And you... you prove me right
every single day.
I mean, the way you fit
into our family,
the way you love Amari,
I couldn't ask
for a better partner.
Matthew, what...
what are you doing?
Sondi Hill...
will you do me the honor
of becoming my wife?
Sondi?
Did you hear me?
Um...
- I...
- Ma'am?
- Are you okay?
- Yeah.
Sorry.
I can't breathe.
I need f-fresh air. I'll be...
I'll be right back.
Okay.
Uh...
Uh-uh.
Some bullshit.
Hello?
Oh, hell, no.
This motherfucker
better not be up in this bitch.
Where the fuck you been?
Look who decided
to come find me.
- You petty as hell.
- Oh, trust me, I know.
You know that?
You beautiful as hell.
Mm, thank you.
There you go.
And I made dinner.
But you can't have none
till I get my apology.
- Apology?
- Oh, yeah.
- Apologize for what?
- Oh, I don't know.
Maybe something like,
"Oh, my God, Preston,
"I'm so sorry I ghosted you
and that big old dick.
I don't know
what I was thinking."
All right, fine. Okay.
I apologize for ghosting you.
- Okay?
- Okay.
But, you know,
things were messy with my ex.
You know, they still are.
And I haven't really dated
anyone since we separated.
You know, Renee, I get it,
you know.
I don't know if you realize it,
but I'm rich as hell.
Oh, yeah, I noticed.
You know, I like you.
And I'm so used to people
just blowing smoke up my ass
and telling me
what I want to hear.
I get a little excited
when I find somebody real.
Well, I like you, too.
I can't promise you
it's gonna be perfect with me.
I really can't.
But I do promise, though,
is that I'm gonna enjoy
the ride of getting to know you,
and hopefully you enjoy
getting to know me, too.
Well, I promise...
not to disappear on you again.
Oh, thank God.
But can we just slow it down
a little, just a touch?
I can do slow.
- We still fucking, right?
- Oh, hell, yeah.
Oh.
Great. I'm glad you guys
are still open.
Here you go.
Yo, are you giving those away?
Uh, yeah, I'm donating them.
Do you want them?
Retro Jordans?
Size 12s, though.
I'ma just wear
two pairs of socks.
Hold up. You can't steal
from the church.
It's not the church's yet.
She's donating them to me.
Oh, my God.
Why are you giving
this stuff away, anyway?
Your man cheat on you
or something?
Actually, I did,
right before the wedding.
For real?
Okay, savage.
Jordans?
I can't believe you took 'em.
I thought
I had a panic attack...
and I sent the SOS.
I just, like...
I can't believe
that Matthew even proposed.
I can't believe
you just left that man
at that restaurant like that.
He probably still sitting there,
waiting for you to come back.
Everybody just looking at him
while he order more water,
looking all awkward.
I didn't know what else to do.
I-I...
was literally sitting there,
trying to figure out
how to tell him that...
maybe we shouldn't be
together anymore...
- Mm.
- ...and then he pulled out
this frickin' ring.
And it was gorgeous.
It was perfect.
But you're not marrying
the ring.
You're marrying the man.
I can't believe
I ain't see this shit coming.
I can usually sniff out
a proposal
six months in advance.
It sounds to me like Matthew
was scared of losing you.
Oh, my God.
What am I doing?
Like, am I really gonna walk
away from a man who loves me
and wants to marry me?
Oh, my God, and Amari.
- I have to say yes.
- Oh, no.
- Oh, no, no.
- I should've said yes.
No, no, Sondi.
No, I am not letting you
do that.
Listen, I have done
a lot of reflecting
on my relationship with Ola.
And I made a lot of decisions
that I wasn't always happy with
for the sake
of our relationship.
And we all know
how that turned out.
I don't want that same thing
for you.
Whitney's right.
You got to listen to your heart
and follow that.
If Matthew ain't the one,
that's okay.
But you got to talk to him.
Oh, God.
Oh, sis.
I'm guessing
you didn't come to say yes.
Whoo-hoo!