Master (2022) - full transcript
Two African American women begin to share disturbing experiences at a predominantly white college in New England.
(birds chirping)
(bells chiming)
♪ ♪
(birds cawing)
(sighs softly)
(cheering, excited chatter)
We got a live one.
(chuckles)
(chuckles)
Barely, after that flight.
Last name, first name?
Moore, Jasmine.
All right, you are in room...
Guys.
She got the room.
-Should we tell her?
-What's wrong?
Welcome to Ancaster.
♪ ♪
(sighs)
Buildings and Grounds?
This is Gail Bishop.
Yeah, my door...
the lock is jammed.
-Well, of course I tried.
Obvi... -(door opens)
(door creaking)
(suitcase thumping)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Shit.
(mutters quietly)
-You scared me.
-Sorry.
-You must be Jasmine.
-Yeah.
I'm Amelia.
Hey.
I like your style.
Thanks.
Legends.
Ancaster College
is crowded with them.
When you go to a school that's
nearly as old as the country,
you can expect to hear a few.
Like, maybe you've heard that
FDR was rejected from Ancaster
and had to settle
for his safety school...
-Harvard.
-(laughter)
Now, while I can't
confirm that,
I can say that
two U.S. presidents
and an army of senators
count this school
as their alma mater.
Perhaps you've heard of
the legend of Margaret Millett,
a woman hanged
for practicing witchcraft
not too far from
where this building stands.
Now, that is true.
But believe me when I say
the only thing
that will haunt you this year
is that extra slice of pizza.
(light laughter)
I consider it a huge honor
to be stepping into the role
of Belleville House master
for the first time.
As master, I am more
than just a professor.
Consider me a confidante,
an ally, a friend.
And if you ever need anything,
I live right there,
so I'm easy to find.
We start and we close
every semester
with something called
the primal scream.
Get your lungs ready now.
And my last fact...
You will never
go back home again.
When you head
to your hometowns over break,
it will be as visitors.
There is no returning
to what came before.
So, all I can say
to you now is...
-Welcome home.
-(applause, cheering)
(screaming)
CRESSIDA: Are we gonna
play this? Oh, shit.
Can someone
clean that up, please?
The kitchen roll is just there.
Here. Can you do it?
(hip-hop music playing)
Uh, so how do you all
know each other?
Oh, okay, well,
we went to school together,
and then Libby went to Dalton.
-Ow! Why?
-I went to Dwight.
Okay. Sorry.
AMELIA:
Libby's my friend from camp.
Camp Chappaquiddick.
Dwight. I didn't know
you went there.
Dumb White Idiots
Getting High Together.
CRESSIDA:
Can we keep on, please?
KATIE:
Yes, ma'am.
Never have I ever...
...joined the mile-high club.
(others whooping)
-AMELIA: You did not just...
-CRESSIDA: Oh.
Not true.
You were not like that.
It happened on Birthright.
Okay, I actually
have a good one.
(chuckles)
Never have I ever
pissed my pants.
(laughter)
CRESSIDA: Tonight's not
too late to start. (laughs)
Oh?
Uh, I can explain.
Um, long story,
but I sleepwalk-- sometimes.
Oh, my God.
Do you ever sleep-eat?
-JASMINE: I don't think so.
-What?
Um, anyway, last spring,
I spent the night
at my friend's house
after prom
with a bunch of people...
We had the sickest after-prom.
Amagansett.
Next thing that I know,
her mom is waking me up,
and I'm sitting on top
of an open dryer peeing.
-Fully, like... full stream.
-(chuckles) No!
-Stop. Okay, actually...
-JASMINE: Fully.
-Fully peeing.
-(laughter)
So I didn't just piss my pants.
I pissed everybody's pants.
(laughing):
Who found this girl?
So good.
MAN:
Shoulders back.
I painted Dean Maroney
when he started
as master of Peabody House.
Oh, wow. Nice.
It's quite a step.
(bell dings in distance)
That sound.
It's a good time
to stop anyway.
-We can pick back up next week.
-Yeah, okay.
(groans)
(sighs)
GAIL:
Thanks, Josh.
(door closes)
-(bell dinging)
-(footsteps)
♪ ♪
(door squeaks)
♪ ♪
(dings)
♪ ♪
WOMAN: Broccoli there
for your nourishment.
-STUDENT: Thank you. -You want
some mac and cheese, baby?
-Yeah, please. Hey.
-WOMAN: Little right there.
Hi, baby. How are you today?
Aren't you looking nice today?
All right, Jacob.
How you doing, baby?
Yes. Good to see you.
-Well, have a good one.
-Oh, thank you.
Hello. How are y'all?
-Come on, smile now.
-Hi.
-It's a beautiful day outside.
-Mm-hmm.
How's school going?
-Great.
-WOMAN: Good?
♪ ♪
(indistinct chatter, laughter)
(chatter continues)
AMELIA:
Okay, that felt derogatory.
-(laughter)
-That was so rude.
-(laughter stops)
-("Orphan Child" playing)
Oh, chill.
She's not gonna do anything.
♪ I'll be returning back ♪
♪ I'll sleep here
till the sound comes ♪
♪ I forgot from whom... ♪
Who are you?
Guess.
(chuckles) Okay. Um...
(inhales sharply, exhales)
♪ I forgot where I came... ♪
Beyoncé.
(chuckles softly)
(Tyler chuckles)
TYLER:
A Williams sister.
Serena, maybe Venus.
NICKY:
Nicki Minaj.
-(Tyler laughing)
-AMELIA: Lizzo?
(laughter)
Wrong, wrong
and definitely wrong.
Oh, my God, game over.
She's my roommate, obviously.
(chuckles)
It's nice to meet you.
I'm Tyler. Hi.
-Hi, Tyler.
-Hey.
NICKY: Oh, shit,
so you live here, too?
-AMELIA: Duh.
-TYLER: Yeah.
-Yeah.
-NICKY: This room is haunted.
Some chick died here
in the '50s or whatever.
Yeah. Room 302.
Yeah. Look it up.
The whole school's cursed.
By the Witch.
You haven't heard about
Margaret Millett
and the witch trials?
Come on.
(laughs): Okay, you're-you're
gonna have to try
a lot harder than that
to scare me.
Seriously, it's-it's real.
The Witch chooses
a freshman every year.
It could be one of you.
This girl our year,
(scoffs) Treasure...
Oh, shit, I forgot
about Treasure.
She lost it.
Jumped out the window.
(taps window)
-This window?
-TYLER: Yep.
I mean, what-what happened?
The Witch shows herself
to a freshman.
And then one night,
at 3:33 on the dot,
she takes them with her.
Takes them where?
To hell.
♪ Sometimes I feel
like an orphan child... ♪
(laughter)
AMELIA: You're so...
Oh, my fucking God.
(laughing):
But it's true. It's all true.
-NICKY: It is true,
though, mostly. -Trade.
TYLER:
Treasure!
-AMELIA: Shut up.
-(laughter)
You're gonna get us in trouble.
LIV: Hawthorne went HAM,
I think we can all agree.
I mean, let's just
take a look at Pearl.
This little girl
is 90% symbolism,
ten percent
precocious statements.
What do y'all make of her?
Professor Beckman?
Call me Liv.
And just chime in.
Raising hands
is for high school.
Sorry.
I think it's kind of ironic
that Hester named her Pearl.
How so?
Pearls are associated
with the color white,
so we connect her with purity,
innocence and all.
Pearl should be read
as innocent
because of her association
with white.
Who agrees?
Well, um, Professor Beckman...
Liv.
I think that, at the time,
the color white
was connected with purity.
Symbolically.
But then there was that part
she was screaming
at the village kids in tongues.
So...
obviously, some of her behavior
isn't supposed to be innocent.
Or that's exactly the point
and Pearl is basically
the white woman
come to bring Hester down.
Hester representing all
nonconforming women, of course.
Brilliant, Cressida.
Let's go into that some more.
(jazz music playing)
BRIAN:
Here comes our host.
-Hey.
-GAIL: Hi.
Welcome, welcome.
Hello. Wow.
So, did it sink in yet?
Ah. (sighs)
Well, I didn't sleep at all
the first night,
if that counts.
It's amazing, Gail.
First Black master.
You'll be president next.
Should we call her Barack?
Oh. (chuckles)
BRIAN: Oh, no, I meant
of the school, but, you know...
-I mean, not Barack.
-Of course.
-It's a man's name.
-(Diandra laughing)
No, yes, that's...
that is true.
It's all... it's very exciting.
-It is.
-Yes, no, it is, it is.
Well, you would know.
I mean, you've held
this position.
But it's not quite the same.
It's...
BRIAN:
Welcome to the club.
Thank you, Brian. (laughs)
(sighs)
(jazz music
and chatter continues)
Ugh. Shit.
(sighs)
♪ ♪
DIANDRA:
Gail?
GAIL:
Coming.
-Mm. -Oh, my God.
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.
-Witchcraft.
-I call pepperoni.
-All of the pepperoni.
-I have...
-I'm so hungry.
-Come on.
-...paper napkins.
-Oh, my God.
-Plates.
-Thank you so much.
And it...
came out to about 20 bucks.
Oh, I forgot how cheap
it is up here.
Stop avoiding the question.
-I'm not avoiding the question.
-Are you two dating?
Wait, are we talking
about Tyler?
KATIE:
As usual.
Okay, we're not dating.
We're just cool, you know?
'Cause, like, it's early.
Dating's a lot, you know?
It was actually like 19 bucks,
if you guys want
to pay me back.
CRESSIDA:
Does 19 even divide four ways?
I mean, if we're gonna do
that whole thing,
that wine you're drinking
is mine, and that was $8.30
if we're gonna pay
individually, so...
Get it right.
It's 8.3 recurring.
AMELIA:
It... Yeah.
-I'm not even gonna...
-(laughter)
(knocking)
-LIV: Gail.
-Hey.
-Oh. Hang on. Hang on.
-Sorry, I-I...
(chuckling)
Hi.
Where were you?
You look like
you've seen a ghost.
(groans) I just had some of
the other masters over.
Damn. If this is what
you're like after a party...
You're right.
(sighs)
No, I'm overreacting.
I just...
(inhales sharply)
I just felt...
Like a house nigger.
No.
That's...
You think I don't know?
Us sisters are an endangered
species on this campus.
Let's get out of here. Boston.
Let's get drunk. It'll be fun.
-Come on.
-(sighs)
I'm not going
to Boston tonight.
Don't worry.
Look, I'll see you soon.
-(sighs)
-Hey.
Be safe.
SASCHA (voice-over):
I don't know.
To me, it's faux woke.
He always does that.
His books always feel so sorry
for white men.
Dude, how can you say that?
Have you read "Disgrace"?
Now, I think you could
make a case for that.
JOCK (laughing):
Oh, come on.
But-but...
...let's reach back
to the Arendt reading.
Thank you so much. Good work.
The fact that you all were able
to put that together...
Oh. Oh, we-we just...
we thank you so much
for coming.
-Oh, yeah, no.
-We love you.
You're our favorite
teacher ever.
Thank you, Sascha.
Such creative work, though.
I'll see you on Tuesday.
That's Margaret Millett?
Clever girl.
We're doing a whole series
on the witch trials
ahead of the anniversary
on December 3.
They said that she died
at 3:33 in the morning.
According to the legend.
Anyway, that's all
a long time ago.
Oh, no procrastinating here,
I see.
(chuckles)
You've clearly got
a good head on your shoulders.
Figuratively, maybe, but
dragging all these books around
has completely wrecked
my whole posture.
Mm, head, shoulder,
neck alignment.
(chuckling):
How funny.
Your family must be
so proud of you.
Have a good one.
(alarm blares)
That happened to me
last time, too.
(chuckles)
-Could you come back?
-(alarm blares)
And we'll just...
(softly):
Yeah.
We just need to be sure.
I should take this as a sign.
(chuckles)
Can I just...
Sorry. (chuckles)
-You know, just...
-No. No, no.
(chuckles)
Totally understand.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
AMELIA:
Jasmine.
Oh, my God, are you deaf?
What are you doing?
I asked you like ten times.
Sorry. Sorry, I, um...
I-I was having a bad dream.
Was I saying anything?
What?
Oh, my God,
I'm not doing this with you.
(door closes)
♪ ♪
LIV:
So, I read your essay.
Uh, and it's good.
-Thank God. I...
-Hang on.
Didn't let me finish.
I can see your effort.
It's just for
an entirely different prompt.
You didn't address
the topic at all.
It's impossible.
I-I mean,
a critical race analysis
of "The Scarlet Letter"?
What's the issue?
It's-it's not there.
There-there isn't race
in "The Scarlet Letter."
Oh, just because
you're not seeing something
doesn't mean it isn't there.
Whiteness doesn't have to be
the default, Jasmine.
I get it.
This is advanced stuff.
It can be really hard
to make the adjustment
to a school like this,
especially for students
of color coming from...
Wh-Where do you think
I'm coming from?
I didn't...
I-I'm from the suburbs.
Okay? Tacoma.
I-I was valedictorian,
class president.
I'm not some...
You-you don't even know
who I am.
You don't get it.
You're wrong.
(door opens, closes)
"By choosing
its first Black master,
Ancaster is taking
an exciting step..."
COMMUNICATIONS DIRECTOR:
Uh, you know what?
I think "thrilling" would be
a better word.
All right.
"...thrilling step into today's
"increasingly inclusive
and diverse world.
-As the woman chosen
for this honor, I..." -Oh.
You know what? "Woman of color"
would be better.
"...chosen for this honor,
I am humbled to be
"a part of
Ancaster's evolution.
"Even so, there remains
a lot of work
to pursue this goal."
-Mm, good. That's good.
-(sighs)
"And it will not
be possible..."
Uh, wait, wait, wait.
-"And it won't be possible
without the help..." -Better.
"...of donors
like so many of yourselves."
(gasping)
Gail?
-Gail, is everything okay?
-(sighs)
Yeah.
Yeah, I just, I scared myself.
COMMUNICATIONS DIRECTOR: Okay,
well, I'm gonna let you go.
-Uh, we need you fresh for
tomorrow. -(vacuum whirring)
Uh, listen, that donor meeting
with the, uh, advisory
committee is in the morning,
-so let's try and leave early.
-(sighs)
Great. How about before that?
LIBRARIAN (voice-over):
Can I help you?
JASMINE: I need to look
something up.
What happened
in Belleville room 302?
JASMINE: "Tragedy in
Belleville room 302."
"Louisa Weeks."
"Class of 1968."
"Found hanging by her roommate.
"The death of Ancaster's
first Black undergraduate
brings an end
to a promising young life."
♪ ♪
(shower water running)
-(lights buzzing)
-(water stops)
JASMINE:
Can someone get the lights?
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
CRESSIDA:
You okay?
-Liv's a bitch.
-Oh.
Well, that killed
my Sunday night.
I spent the whole day on it.
You started this
the day before it was due?
I was at the Ache
at the crack of dawn.
I wanted to give myself time.
All of that
racial dynamic stuff--
we don't have it back home.
What'd you get?
Uh, B-plus.
How? What did you write about?
I don't know. A bunch of stuff.
The color red, Indians,
the French-Indian war.
Savages personified
by nature.
Are you telling me
you had a hard time?
Jasmine, it was easy.
Dude, come on.
JASMINE:
This class is a complete joke.
Liv's full of shit.
CRESSIDA:
It is uni. What'd you expect?
(Gail chuckling)
(Gail sighs)
GAIL:
Well, your writing's great.
I wish that made a difference.
Maybe you can see if there's
an extra credit assignment?
(paper rustling)
What's this?
I'm filing a dispute.
(Gail mutters)
(Gail sighs, clears throat)
(Gail sighs)
So that's really serious,
Jasmine.
I've never failed before
in my life.
Yeah.
Don't take grades personally.
Trust me,
it'll save you a lot of grief.
It-it's not the grade,
and it's not me.
It's her.
(lively chatter)
I heard they tried
to poach him to Dartmouth,
but then he'd have to move
to New Hampshire,
and you know
how he feels about snow.
She's taking a sabbatical
to write a novel--
a YA trilogy.
It's completely shocking.
-Heart attack...
-What?
...in the middle
of the lecture hall.
-(laughter) -You know,
whatever, no judgment.
I just, I didn't know
that was a genre.
I don't know. I...
Honestly, I think she's
the perfect tenure candidate
for right now.
What's now?
She's incredibly popular
with students,
several of whom
wrote testimonials...
15 of them.
And let's be honest.
Liv Beckman is a woman of color
in a faculty
overwhelmingly not...
...of color.
LAM: That is the image
that Ancaster should have,
-not boring...
-DIANDRA: Irrelevant.
What we have to decide is,
on the basis
of what is in here,
does Professor Beckman
deserve to be tenured?
It's a privilege.
It's not a right.
You'd know something
about privilege.
Well, her published work
is thin
to the point of nonexistence.
GAIL:
Let's be fair.
Liv has published.
Maybe not a ton, but enough.
Gail, do you really think
that you could be impartial?
Why?
Oh, she's your friend.
JULIANNE:
Are you seriously trying
to disenfranchise her
right now?
I am perfectly capable
of being professional.
DIANDRA:
You're right.
Actually, I'm surprised
that you don't agree.
When you were tenured,
you'd already had
two books published
and how many articles?
-Too many.
-Right. A ton.
We have all been
through the process,
and we know how grueling it is,
but we earned it.
We can look each other
in the face
and know that we belong here.
Imagine if that's
brought into question.
(sighs)
I-I... you know, I-I do have...
(sighs)
...some doubts about Liv.
A freshman in her seminar
approached me
with a grade complaint,
and she's filing a dispute
with the registrar.
So...
Grade grubbing is like
an extracurricular
with these kids.
GAIL:
Well, yeah, I know,
but she thinks
Liv is targeting her,
so now OSL is doing
a performance review and...
This... this is news to me.
That definitely changes things.
What I'm gonna suggest is
that we table this for today
and reconvene
when more of the details
come out in the wash.
Now, African dance
is in 15, so...
let's give 'em time
to move the tables.
Thanks for speaking up, Gail.
We really needed your voice
at the table.
(Gail chuckles softly)
(phone ringing)
(receiver clicks)
ESTHER (over phone): Hello.
Uh, this is Esther Bickert.
I need to speak to you
about my daughter Elizabeth.
Uh, who is this?
You know my daughter
from the college.
(sighs) Call the registrar if
you are looking for a student.
This is not the school.
It is a house.
It is my home.
-Please, this is important.
-(bell dings in distance)
-I need to tell you about my
daughter. -(distant door slams)
(gasps)
Hello? Hello?
♪ ♪
(papers rustling)
♪ ♪
(papers rustling)
♪ ♪
(whimpering)
(screams, whimpers)
It was total infestation.
-Ugh.
-Looked like a plague.
Luckily, (grunts)
they said it would,
you know, only take one day
to fumigate.
-Consider this a sleepover.
-(chuckles)
I was always dying to have
friends over when I was a kid.
Total only child.
Me, too.
Even my imaginary friend
was shitty.
(both chuckling)
Hmm.
I like your place.
It's my third spot
in three years.
Trying to make this one a home.
(sighs)
I don't know what I'd do
if you left.
I don't, either.
(upbeat music playing inside)
(lively chatter and laughter)
Hey.
Oh.
My friends just went inside.
Yeah, we're at capacity.
Jasmine, what are you doing?
♪ My baby want a rock star,
I can go ♪
♪ Go extra hard
when she pull up at my show ♪
♪ Look her in the eyes
when I sing a high note ♪
♪ Smashing guitars
on the hardwood floors ♪
♪ My baby wanna rock with me
all night ♪
♪ Hold her with my left,
got my mic in the right ♪
♪ If I catch you looking,
we gonna get into a fight ♪
♪ Don't know if she love me
or the rock star life, oh ♪
♪ I've been killing shit,
got my head in the clouds ♪
♪ And I'm riding
with the clique ♪
♪ And I'm getting
all distracted ♪
♪ When she riding in the whip,
I might crash in a ditch ♪
♪ And I'll make that shit flip,
oh, yeah ♪
♪ Now I got her blushing... ♪
CRESSIDA:
Hey, look at Jasmine.
♪ I ain't bluffing,
tragic artist ♪
♪ You could end my suffering ♪
♪ I'm a rock star, baby,
you love it, yeah ♪
♪ My baby want a rock star,
I can go, go extra hard ♪
♪ When she pull up at my show ♪
-♪ At my show, yeah. ♪
-(song ends)
-♪ 16yrold, bitch ♪
-(partygoers cheering)
("Mo Bamba" by Sheck Wes
playing)
♪ Daytrip took it to ten ♪
(singing along):
♪ I got hoes ♪
♪ Callin' ♪
♪ A young nigga phone ♪
♪ Where's Ali ♪
♪ With the
motherfuckin' dope? ♪
♪ Bitch, bitch ♪
♪ I be ballin' ♪
♪ Like a motherfuckin' pro ♪
♪ I be ballin' ♪
♪ Like my nigga Mo ♪
-♪ Sheck Wes ♪
-(shouting rhythmically)
♪ Got so many flows ♪
♪ I do it all ♪
♪ Call me Drake ♪
♪ How a nigga controlla ♪
(singing along):
♪ Oh, fuck, shit, bitch ♪
♪ Young Sheck Wes
and I'm gettin' really rich. ♪
-("Plastic Knife" playing)
-♪ You can't get it right ♪
♪ No matter how you try
to run my life ♪
♪ Cut me with
a plastic knife... ♪
-(door opens)
-(Tyler grunts)
(laughing)
Sorry. Did I scare you?
No.
No, I-I'm just...
♪ No matter how you try... ♪
(chuckles)
...really weird, I guess.
-I'm okay.
-Don't sell yourself short.
-(Jasmine chuckles)
-What about, um...
aloof?
(chuckles softly)
Um, yeah.
That... works.
I'm mysterious, some would say.
(chuckles)
You sure you're okay?
Why aren't you out there
dancing, having a good time?
Um...
I need a drink.
Hmm.
But I was looking
for a good chaser.
A chaser?
Are you serious?
(laughing):
No, no.
No.
Let me...
show you
how to take a real shot.
I did a semester
in Saint Petersburg.
I can drink like a Russian.
Whatever that means.
What you want to do
is take a deep breath.
(both inhale deeply)
-Breathe out.
-(both exhale heavily)
Good job.
("Wasted Summer" by teamwork.,
Loote and JOHN.k playing)
♪ I can't sleep tonight... ♪
-(sighs): Ah.
-It still burns and stuff.
(laughs)
Doesn't taste good.
You're very cute.
♪ And I don't wanna fight ♪
♪ But you tell me I do,
so maybe I do ♪
♪ We used to be good,
so tell me ♪
♪ When did it get
so complicated? ♪
♪ How do I get back
to those days, yeah? ♪
♪ Getting high
on Sunset Boulevard ♪
♪ Sleeping in
your beat-up car... ♪
(footsteps approaching)
♪ That wasted summer ♪
♪ Mixing Adderall
and two-buck wine ♪
♪ On trains at
Hollywood and Vine... ♪
Don't let me interrupt.
♪ That wasted summer... ♪
I'll be right back.
♪ ♪
(rope creaking)
-(gasps)
-(banging at door)
Jasmine.
Master Bishop. Hi.
What's going on?
-What?
-What?
Who did this?
♪ ♪
Jasmine?
-Did you hear anything?
-No.
AMELIA:
Hi. Is everything okay?
Take a seat, Amelia.
Did something happen?
Someone carved the word "leave"
on your door and hung a noose.
Why?
Did you hear anything
when you got home last night?
I actually, um...
I didn't come back
to the dorm last night,
so I haven't even
seen anything.
GAIL:
Is there anyone either of you
-have a problem with?
-AMELIA: No.
I mean, not me at least.
No.
AMELIA:
It was probably just a prank.
-You think this is a prank?
-AMELIA: No, no, I...
Sorry, I didn't mean like that.
I just meant with the Witch
and, like, that girl who died
in our room or whatever.
GAIL: I don't think this is
about the Witch, Amelia.
AMELIA: Well, what do you think
it's about, Jasmine?
I don't know.
You girls get along fine,
right?
Yeah, we do.
Yeah.
♪ ♪
I hate you.
(jogging footsteps)
(bird cawing)
GAIL:
I don't know. A noose?
I've just never seen
anything like that before.
LIV:
Well, I have.
At my grad school,
they found one on the quad.
It was a huge scandal.
My God.
I'm just worried about Jasmine.
Yeah. I mean, who knows
what she's going through?
It kind of makes
that grade dispute make sense.
Yeah, they fixate on grades
when everything else seems
out of control.
Yeah, but that dispute
can control
-whether or not I get tenure.
-(sighs)
Liv, do not be dramatic,
all right?
You'll be f...
GAIL:
Look.
I've never seen them
so close to town.
LIV:
Let's go. We shouldn't be here.
Come on.
GUIDE: This is one of
our oldest buildings on campus,
-built in 1801.
-WOMAN: Ooh.
And some of the original
brickwork here
was taken from the
Ancaster Village courthouse,
where the infamous trials
were held.
If you'd like to follow me
right down this way,
you can see what a standard
housing option looks like
for Belleville House.
Uh, we usually house
two students to a room,
but we do have a single-student
option on a by-needs basis.
Uh, just a reminder,
there is never a bad time
to ask a question.
You know, the cool thing
about Ancaster is
the whole area is rich
with history.
Oh. Oh, watch your step
there, ma'am.
The-the floor kind of buckles.
There's even a community
descended from
the town's original settlers
that still live and dress
like it's the 17th century.
And, uh, right this way.
When you're ready,
just gather round.
Find a spot.
Okay, good.
Here we are.
(door opens, creaks)
♪ ♪
What's this?
This is a Black student
sleeping.
What's that?
GUIDE:
That's what's coming.
Wake up!
No, wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
No, wake up!
(gasping, panting)
AMELIA:
No, I-I didn't...
I didn't do... I just came over
to see if you were okay.
I-I didn't do anything.
I-I swear, I just...
You were talking
in your sleep, and I-I...
You just scared me, okay?
(panting)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
(panting)
(group singing solemnly
in foreign language)
(singing continues)
♪ ♪
(wood creaking)
(breath trembles)
(gasps)
-Come on!
-Wait! Hey!
Come on!
(whimpering)
(sniffling)
(sniffling)
I'm sorry.
Am I... Am I in trouble?
(sighs)
It's nearly freezing out.
What were you doing
out there with those boys?
Nothing.
We were just hanging out.
They're friends.
All right.
(sighs)
So, uh, when you feel ready,
I'll-I'll walk you over
to the infirmary.
I'm fine. No.
Well, it's just,
you've been drinking.
No, I-I'm not gonna...
Something might've happened
that you didn't realize.
You know, frostbite even.
I can't go.
It's just gonna be hell
when everyone finds out.
I know what happens, and I'm
not gonna do that again.
I'll transfer. I'll leave.
I-I'm just...
I mean, I-I can't
do that again.
No, no, no, no.
No.
Let's just talk about this
in the morning.
Right now I'll-I'll go...
I'll go to your room,
I'll grab some clothes,
and then...
You won't get in.
Jasmine locked it
from the inside.
She's a bitch.
AMELIA (voice-over):
I hate that room.
I hate it here.
♪ ♪
(copier whirring)
(bells chiming)
JASMINE:
Oh, sorry.
Don't sweat it.
I'm one step ahead of you.
Fixatif.
They wish it was
that easy to shut me up.
(Liv chuckles)
Okay.
Well, happy Thanksgiving.
Mm. So, when do you fly out?
Uh, I'm actually staying
for break.
Word?
That's too bad.
Uh, are you going home?
No, I...
No, I'm going to New York.
My friends are
putting on a dinner.
Collard greens,
candied yams, the works.
Um, listen.
You don't have to feel like
anything is awkward between us.
At least on my part.
Yeah.
Yeah, same.
Just know I'm here.
JASMINE:
What's happening?
I'm leaving.
For break?
Forever.
Honey?
AMELIA:
I know. Be there in a sec.
JASMINE:
Amelia, wait.
JASMINE:
Hey, Mom.
Sorry I didn't reply sooner.
I've just been so busy with
school, friends, everything.
Things are still great
with my roommate.
She actually invited me home
for Thanksgiving with her,
so don't worry,
I won't be alone.
(computer chimes)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
(floorboards creaking)
Hello?
(alarm pulsing)
Anyone there?!
(alarm continues)
♪ ♪
GAIL:
Oh, my God! Oh, God.
Jasmine, get back!
Jasmine, get back!
Jasmine, get back!
I am Ancaster.
I am Ancaster.
I am Ancaster.
I am Ancaster.
The one thing
that is not Ancaster
is discrimination.
That's why I'm happy
to announce
the college's
latest initiative.
The Ancaster Alliance
for an Inclusive Future
is a student/faculty coalition
committed to protecting
and promoting diversity.
Using innovative methods
such as diversity workshops,
a visiting lecture series
and multicultural events,
AAIF will blaze a new path
towards radical inclusion.
Now more than ever,
let's show the world
who we really are.
(vehicle doors
opening, closing)
(Gail sighs)
(engine starts)
(water running)
You're Jasmine, right?
(water stops)
Yeah. How did you know?
How are you doing?
Good.
I'm great.
It's been hard.
My first semester,
I had insomnia.
During finals, I didn't sleep
for two days straight.
I kind of hallucinated.
I thought my lamp was a gnome.
I've been having nightmares.
A lot.
(Sascha sighs softly)
Come to the AfAm House
sometime.
It's a really great place
for students of color.
All eight of us.
Maybe I'll see you there.
CRESSIDA:
Did you fall in or something?
You're not wrong.
(scoffs) Okay.
Nice vest.
Do you know her?
No, um, she... gave me this.
(chuckles) Oh, my God.
I had some people try to
do this to me but with Chabad.
Ugh. Embarrassing.
KATIE:
Actually, awful.
JULIANNE: Before we start,
I-I have to say how much
I enjoyed your editorial.
The one in "The Globe."
Thank you. Thanks so much.
JULIANNE:
Incredibly thought-provoking.
So, this editorial,
will it lead
to further publishing
on your part?
You know, books, I mean.
Not in the immediate future.
I'm in the early stages
of the notes collection
process for...
DIANDRA: Well, published work
obviously is just
one factor in tenure review,
so usually,
in instances where
publishing is light, um,
an application could lean
more heavily on other factors,
such as classroom performance
and engagement.
Understood completely.
I place classroom instruction
above everything else.
So you could understand
why the current dispute
filed against you
is of particular concern.
Well...
Has that reached a resolution?
Not yet.
Uh, maybe you can...
(sucks teeth)
...expand a bit on
the-the substance of the issue.
Uh...
The issue...
The issue...
is this school.
Why is this administration
spending more energy
on undermining
my application for tenure
than on ferreting out
the racist
who's been terrorizing
the student body?
I don't understand
what the two have to do...
Last week, someone lit
a cross on fire.
This isn't an incident.
It's an emergency.
I will not allow myself
to be scapegoated by a school
that is unable or unwilling
to see itself
for what it truly is.
If anyone really wanted
to help that girl, it would be
by ending the culture of hatred
that vandalizes
students' rooms,
undervalues the work
of professors of color
and compels me to come
stand before all of you today.
LIV (voice-over):
Look at what's happening
to Jasmine Moore.
Look at what's happening
right under your noses.
(clock chiming)
(bell dings)
♪ ♪
(woman sobbing)
♪ ♪
(gasping)
-(bell dings)
-(gasps)
(shuddering breaths)
(sighs)
(phone ringing)
(ringing continues)
♪ ♪
SECURITY GUARD: Last call.
The library is now closed.
(zips backpack)
Hey, Katie, are you still here?
Just got kicked out
of the Ache.
Thought maybe we could
walk back together.
♪ ♪
(voices whispering)
(voices whispering)
(screams)
Master Bishop.
Master Bishop! Help!
Please, Master Bishop!
Please open this door!
Help please!
Master Bishop! Master Bishop!
Please!
♪ ♪
(gasping, whimpering)
(lock clicks)
(panting)
(breathing heavily)
(whimpering)
(door rattling)
(grunts)
♪ ♪
(banging)
♪ ♪
(indistinct chatter)
We got a live one.
♪ ♪
Welcome to Ancaster.
(grunts softly)
GAIL:
Jasmine.
Oh, my God.
(sighs)
Your mom's worried sick.
She said you've barely called.
Jasmine, how did this happen?
Someone push you?
Did you slip?
I had to get away from her.
Who?
Get away from who?
The Witch.
The Witch isn't real.
I'm not going back there.
-Jasmine.
-I'm not going back.
No, Jasmine.
Jasmine, you can't quit.
It's not ghosts.
It's not supernatural. It's...
It's America.
And it's everywhere.
I went through it.
I went through it, and...
I understand.
I was one of three Black women.
(voice breaking): They couldn't
even tell us apart.
It was humiliating.
But I stuck in there,
and I didn't let them
push me out.
I just need to get
away from there.
You can't get away from it,
Jasmine.
It'll follow you.
Believe me.
I know.
♪ ♪
(indistinct chatter)
(woman sobbing)
(sobbing continues)
WOMAN:
Help me.
(sobbing continues)
Virgie?
We're too late.
They're almost here.
Let me get you someone.
Get your Black hand off me!
You think you can touch me?
Oh, I let you get
too comfortable.
Gary warned me about this.
You think you can touch me?
How dare you?
This is my house.
This is my house.
This is my house.
♪ ♪
(birds chirping)
LIV:
Jasmine?
Does Gail know you're here?
I came on my own.
Wh-What are you trying to do?
I figured it out.
I understand now.
I don't think this is
the best place
for you to be right now.
You're wrong.
It doesn't matter where I go.
It's everywhere.
(bells chiming)
(students screaming
out windows)
GAIL:
Jasmine?
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
(gasping)
(screams)
Jas-Jasmine!
(sobbing):
Jasmine!
(wailing)
(wailing continues)
Jasmine!
(fading):
Oh, God, no!
(sighs)
(sniffles)
♪ ♪
(takes deep breath)
(door closes)
♪ ♪
LIV (voice-over): You look like
you haven't been sleeping.
(sniffles, sighs)
How can I?
LIV:
It wasn't your fault.
I-I mean, obviously, but...
don't blame yourself.
And I know this is hard
for you, too.
You know, especially at a time
when we should be
celebrating you.
You did it.
Tenure.
(chuckles softly)
GAIL (voice-over): I always
thought this was the prize.
Sticking it out,
surviving, enduring.
I...
What are we really
doing it for?
LIV:
I know what I'm doing this for.
I belong now.
I have a place.
And all the programs, all
the positions I applied to...
(chuckles softly)
...this was the only one
that took a chance on me.
LIV (voice-over):
Maybe belonging is something
you've always had.
Well, I didn't.
Nothing's ever come to me easy.
My own brother used to lock...
Your brother?
What?
You told me you were
an only child.
I say I'm an orphan, too,
sometimes.
They're not my family anymore.
That's why this matters
to me, Gail.
(clock chiming)
(phone ringing)
ESTHER (over phone):
Don't hang up.
(Gail sniffles)
This is about
my daughter Elizabeth,
but you might know her as Liv.
(quiet chatter)
♪ ♪
ESTHER: I've been
calling you for weeks.
You're Esther Bickert.
Here.
Is that Liv?
Elizabeth.
It's as if she walked
off the edge of the earth.
Left and never came back.
In our community,
that's not unusual.
It's unheard of.
And then one day,
there she was in a newspaper.
But they were calling her Liv.
And they were saying
that she's Black.
Liv isn't Black?
Of course not.
She's my daughter.
But... her father?
No, God rest his soul. No.
No, I... No, I-I-I think
that this is
between you and Liv.
(crying):
She won't speak to me.
The devil is inside her.
I just thought
you should know the truth.
(sighs) This is a lot. I...
Why would...
♪ ♪
(knocking)
-("Ride Like the Wind" playing)
-(lively chatter)
Oh. Gail, you made it.
Thank goodness.
This party could use
a little more flavor.
(chuckles)
Big night for your friend.
(laughs) Tenure!
♪ ♪
(laughing)
Oh, hi, Gail!
(raucous laughter)
♪ ♪
(voice muted)
BRIAN: That's one of
my favorite songs.
-Gail. -("Ride Like
the Wind" continues)
Get over here
and help me deejay.
BRIAN:
But I'm doing an excellent job.
(Liv laughing)
I can't believe it.
This is a hostile takeover.
Brian, I love you, but
your music's not cutting it.
It's time for us to turn up.
Liv, do you...
do you have a minute?
Wh-What do you mean, "turn up"?
Get turnt! Lit.
Gail, will you please
educate this man for me?
I-I need to talk to you.
-In a sec.
-(music stops)
Let me just show
these white folk what music is.
♪ Real-ass bitch,
give a fuck 'bout a nigga ♪
♪ Big Birkin bag... ♪
BRIAN:
Whoa.
-(chuckling): Whoa.
-(Liv laughing)
All right, I'm-I'm out.
I'm out.
Uh, two left feet.
Gail, you can dance to this?
Of course she can.
-(Gail sighs)
-(Liv chuckling)
(song continues)
Stop it. Stop it.
(sighs)
Stop!
♪ Fake-ass shoes
match their fake-ass gold... ♪
-(music stops)
-(pants)
You liar.
Gail, what the fuck?
I met your mom tonight.
How could you? You...
Liv, you're a fraud.
So, what are you saying?
I am saying that you have been
getting tutorials on Blackness
from a white woman.
Who you only gave tenure
because a Black girl died.
(others murmuring, groaning)
LIV:
It's insane.
I don't have to prove
my Blackness to any of you.
No, you definitely do not.
And I am not comfortable,
honestly, with
-the direction of
this conversa... -Fuck you!
All right?
What are you comfortable with?
Wow.
Okay.
Oh, "Wow. Okay."
Exactly.
-You people are...
-"You people"?
...so divorced from reality
that you literally...
you can't tell Black
from white.
That's what this place does.
That's what happened
to Jasmine!
I know!
It might not be white hoods
and minstrels, but it's there.
It's like a ghost.
You just, you can't catch it.
You can't prove it.
Gail, calm down.
She died!
Do you hear that, Diandra?
She died.
And I could've helped her.
I could've set her free,
but I...
I kept her here.
I was never a master.
(sobs)
I'm the maid.
You brought me here
to clean up.
I didn't change anything.
I didn't do anything.
Just...
I failed her.
And she's gonna haunt me.
She's gonna haunt me
for the rest of my life.
(sobbing softly)
Gail, what happened?
I... I-I needed to talk to you.
You had to lose your shit
and drag my personal life
through the mud
with all those white folks
looking on?
You're white, too.
No, I'm not!
That woman raised me believing
that I would go to hell
for being the bastard child
of a Black man.
No! She-she said that your...
your father was white.
That's her story now, huh?
I worked too hard
to be treated like this.
Not by her, not by you,
not by Jasmine.
I told you the truth.
(Gail crying)
GAIL:
None of this makes sense.
I don't believe you.
It doesn't have to
make sense to you.
You didn't live it.
It's not your story.
Consider yourself lucky.
(Gail crying)
♪ ♪
The problem is
the administration has not been
prioritizing self-care.
I mean, it's complete...
it-it's completely toxic.
No, I completely agree.
And I-I... I really understand
how you feel, Gail,
because, you know,
at the end of the semester,
we're all worn out
and exhausted, all of us.
Oh, my gosh,
I have a tension knot
the size of a golf ball.
Well, Gail, um, you know,
it's been a...
a tough semester for all of us.
I didn't know
what was going on.
I feel really bad about it.
JULIANNE:
It's just been so much stress.
DIANDRA:
Not a good time.
There's no question about it.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
(glass thuds on table)
♪ ♪
Don't worry.
I'm not going anywhere.
Excuse me.
And it's never gonna change.
All of this...
all of this tension at work,
and all of this,
just everything going on
is just really
just in my body, just...
I think with you
it's emotional.
(radio static crackling
quietly)
(garbled radio chatter)
Faculty?
Mind if I look at your I.D.?
-No.
-Appreciate it.
I'll just give it
a quick scan, then...
No, I mean...
...I don't work here.
I was just on my way out.
Oh.
Well, the exit's that way.
(sighs)
Master Bishop?
♪ ♪
Master Bishop?
("I Shall Be Released"
by Nina Simone playing)
♪ They say everything
can be replaced ♪
♪ They say every distance
is not near ♪
♪ So I remember every face ♪
♪ Of every man
who put me here ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ I see my light ♪
♪ Come shining ♪
♪ From the west ♪
♪ Down to the east ♪
♪ Any day now ♪
♪ Any day now ♪
♪ I shall be released. ♪
(song fades)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
(bells chiming)
♪ ♪
(birds cawing)
(sighs softly)
(cheering, excited chatter)
We got a live one.
(chuckles)
(chuckles)
Barely, after that flight.
Last name, first name?
Moore, Jasmine.
All right, you are in room...
Guys.
She got the room.
-Should we tell her?
-What's wrong?
Welcome to Ancaster.
♪ ♪
(sighs)
Buildings and Grounds?
This is Gail Bishop.
Yeah, my door...
the lock is jammed.
-Well, of course I tried.
Obvi... -(door opens)
(door creaking)
(suitcase thumping)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Shit.
(mutters quietly)
-You scared me.
-Sorry.
-You must be Jasmine.
-Yeah.
I'm Amelia.
Hey.
I like your style.
Thanks.
Legends.
Ancaster College
is crowded with them.
When you go to a school that's
nearly as old as the country,
you can expect to hear a few.
Like, maybe you've heard that
FDR was rejected from Ancaster
and had to settle
for his safety school...
-Harvard.
-(laughter)
Now, while I can't
confirm that,
I can say that
two U.S. presidents
and an army of senators
count this school
as their alma mater.
Perhaps you've heard of
the legend of Margaret Millett,
a woman hanged
for practicing witchcraft
not too far from
where this building stands.
Now, that is true.
But believe me when I say
the only thing
that will haunt you this year
is that extra slice of pizza.
(light laughter)
I consider it a huge honor
to be stepping into the role
of Belleville House master
for the first time.
As master, I am more
than just a professor.
Consider me a confidante,
an ally, a friend.
And if you ever need anything,
I live right there,
so I'm easy to find.
We start and we close
every semester
with something called
the primal scream.
Get your lungs ready now.
And my last fact...
You will never
go back home again.
When you head
to your hometowns over break,
it will be as visitors.
There is no returning
to what came before.
So, all I can say
to you now is...
-Welcome home.
-(applause, cheering)
(screaming)
CRESSIDA: Are we gonna
play this? Oh, shit.
Can someone
clean that up, please?
The kitchen roll is just there.
Here. Can you do it?
(hip-hop music playing)
Uh, so how do you all
know each other?
Oh, okay, well,
we went to school together,
and then Libby went to Dalton.
-Ow! Why?
-I went to Dwight.
Okay. Sorry.
AMELIA:
Libby's my friend from camp.
Camp Chappaquiddick.
Dwight. I didn't know
you went there.
Dumb White Idiots
Getting High Together.
CRESSIDA:
Can we keep on, please?
KATIE:
Yes, ma'am.
Never have I ever...
...joined the mile-high club.
(others whooping)
-AMELIA: You did not just...
-CRESSIDA: Oh.
Not true.
You were not like that.
It happened on Birthright.
Okay, I actually
have a good one.
(chuckles)
Never have I ever
pissed my pants.
(laughter)
CRESSIDA: Tonight's not
too late to start. (laughs)
Oh?
Uh, I can explain.
Um, long story,
but I sleepwalk-- sometimes.
Oh, my God.
Do you ever sleep-eat?
-JASMINE: I don't think so.
-What?
Um, anyway, last spring,
I spent the night
at my friend's house
after prom
with a bunch of people...
We had the sickest after-prom.
Amagansett.
Next thing that I know,
her mom is waking me up,
and I'm sitting on top
of an open dryer peeing.
-Fully, like... full stream.
-(chuckles) No!
-Stop. Okay, actually...
-JASMINE: Fully.
-Fully peeing.
-(laughter)
So I didn't just piss my pants.
I pissed everybody's pants.
(laughing):
Who found this girl?
So good.
MAN:
Shoulders back.
I painted Dean Maroney
when he started
as master of Peabody House.
Oh, wow. Nice.
It's quite a step.
(bell dings in distance)
That sound.
It's a good time
to stop anyway.
-We can pick back up next week.
-Yeah, okay.
(groans)
(sighs)
GAIL:
Thanks, Josh.
(door closes)
-(bell dinging)
-(footsteps)
♪ ♪
(door squeaks)
♪ ♪
(dings)
♪ ♪
WOMAN: Broccoli there
for your nourishment.
-STUDENT: Thank you. -You want
some mac and cheese, baby?
-Yeah, please. Hey.
-WOMAN: Little right there.
Hi, baby. How are you today?
Aren't you looking nice today?
All right, Jacob.
How you doing, baby?
Yes. Good to see you.
-Well, have a good one.
-Oh, thank you.
Hello. How are y'all?
-Come on, smile now.
-Hi.
-It's a beautiful day outside.
-Mm-hmm.
How's school going?
-Great.
-WOMAN: Good?
♪ ♪
(indistinct chatter, laughter)
(chatter continues)
AMELIA:
Okay, that felt derogatory.
-(laughter)
-That was so rude.
-(laughter stops)
-("Orphan Child" playing)
Oh, chill.
She's not gonna do anything.
♪ I'll be returning back ♪
♪ I'll sleep here
till the sound comes ♪
♪ I forgot from whom... ♪
Who are you?
Guess.
(chuckles) Okay. Um...
(inhales sharply, exhales)
♪ I forgot where I came... ♪
Beyoncé.
(chuckles softly)
(Tyler chuckles)
TYLER:
A Williams sister.
Serena, maybe Venus.
NICKY:
Nicki Minaj.
-(Tyler laughing)
-AMELIA: Lizzo?
(laughter)
Wrong, wrong
and definitely wrong.
Oh, my God, game over.
She's my roommate, obviously.
(chuckles)
It's nice to meet you.
I'm Tyler. Hi.
-Hi, Tyler.
-Hey.
NICKY: Oh, shit,
so you live here, too?
-AMELIA: Duh.
-TYLER: Yeah.
-Yeah.
-NICKY: This room is haunted.
Some chick died here
in the '50s or whatever.
Yeah. Room 302.
Yeah. Look it up.
The whole school's cursed.
By the Witch.
You haven't heard about
Margaret Millett
and the witch trials?
Come on.
(laughs): Okay, you're-you're
gonna have to try
a lot harder than that
to scare me.
Seriously, it's-it's real.
The Witch chooses
a freshman every year.
It could be one of you.
This girl our year,
(scoffs) Treasure...
Oh, shit, I forgot
about Treasure.
She lost it.
Jumped out the window.
(taps window)
-This window?
-TYLER: Yep.
I mean, what-what happened?
The Witch shows herself
to a freshman.
And then one night,
at 3:33 on the dot,
she takes them with her.
Takes them where?
To hell.
♪ Sometimes I feel
like an orphan child... ♪
(laughter)
AMELIA: You're so...
Oh, my fucking God.
(laughing):
But it's true. It's all true.
-NICKY: It is true,
though, mostly. -Trade.
TYLER:
Treasure!
-AMELIA: Shut up.
-(laughter)
You're gonna get us in trouble.
LIV: Hawthorne went HAM,
I think we can all agree.
I mean, let's just
take a look at Pearl.
This little girl
is 90% symbolism,
ten percent
precocious statements.
What do y'all make of her?
Professor Beckman?
Call me Liv.
And just chime in.
Raising hands
is for high school.
Sorry.
I think it's kind of ironic
that Hester named her Pearl.
How so?
Pearls are associated
with the color white,
so we connect her with purity,
innocence and all.
Pearl should be read
as innocent
because of her association
with white.
Who agrees?
Well, um, Professor Beckman...
Liv.
I think that, at the time,
the color white
was connected with purity.
Symbolically.
But then there was that part
she was screaming
at the village kids in tongues.
So...
obviously, some of her behavior
isn't supposed to be innocent.
Or that's exactly the point
and Pearl is basically
the white woman
come to bring Hester down.
Hester representing all
nonconforming women, of course.
Brilliant, Cressida.
Let's go into that some more.
(jazz music playing)
BRIAN:
Here comes our host.
-Hey.
-GAIL: Hi.
Welcome, welcome.
Hello. Wow.
So, did it sink in yet?
Ah. (sighs)
Well, I didn't sleep at all
the first night,
if that counts.
It's amazing, Gail.
First Black master.
You'll be president next.
Should we call her Barack?
Oh. (chuckles)
BRIAN: Oh, no, I meant
of the school, but, you know...
-I mean, not Barack.
-Of course.
-It's a man's name.
-(Diandra laughing)
No, yes, that's...
that is true.
It's all... it's very exciting.
-It is.
-Yes, no, it is, it is.
Well, you would know.
I mean, you've held
this position.
But it's not quite the same.
It's...
BRIAN:
Welcome to the club.
Thank you, Brian. (laughs)
(sighs)
(jazz music
and chatter continues)
Ugh. Shit.
(sighs)
♪ ♪
DIANDRA:
Gail?
GAIL:
Coming.
-Mm. -Oh, my God.
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.
-Witchcraft.
-I call pepperoni.
-All of the pepperoni.
-I have...
-I'm so hungry.
-Come on.
-...paper napkins.
-Oh, my God.
-Plates.
-Thank you so much.
And it...
came out to about 20 bucks.
Oh, I forgot how cheap
it is up here.
Stop avoiding the question.
-I'm not avoiding the question.
-Are you two dating?
Wait, are we talking
about Tyler?
KATIE:
As usual.
Okay, we're not dating.
We're just cool, you know?
'Cause, like, it's early.
Dating's a lot, you know?
It was actually like 19 bucks,
if you guys want
to pay me back.
CRESSIDA:
Does 19 even divide four ways?
I mean, if we're gonna do
that whole thing,
that wine you're drinking
is mine, and that was $8.30
if we're gonna pay
individually, so...
Get it right.
It's 8.3 recurring.
AMELIA:
It... Yeah.
-I'm not even gonna...
-(laughter)
(knocking)
-LIV: Gail.
-Hey.
-Oh. Hang on. Hang on.
-Sorry, I-I...
(chuckling)
Hi.
Where were you?
You look like
you've seen a ghost.
(groans) I just had some of
the other masters over.
Damn. If this is what
you're like after a party...
You're right.
(sighs)
No, I'm overreacting.
I just...
(inhales sharply)
I just felt...
Like a house nigger.
No.
That's...
You think I don't know?
Us sisters are an endangered
species on this campus.
Let's get out of here. Boston.
Let's get drunk. It'll be fun.
-Come on.
-(sighs)
I'm not going
to Boston tonight.
Don't worry.
Look, I'll see you soon.
-(sighs)
-Hey.
Be safe.
SASCHA (voice-over):
I don't know.
To me, it's faux woke.
He always does that.
His books always feel so sorry
for white men.
Dude, how can you say that?
Have you read "Disgrace"?
Now, I think you could
make a case for that.
JOCK (laughing):
Oh, come on.
But-but...
...let's reach back
to the Arendt reading.
Thank you so much. Good work.
The fact that you all were able
to put that together...
Oh. Oh, we-we just...
we thank you so much
for coming.
-Oh, yeah, no.
-We love you.
You're our favorite
teacher ever.
Thank you, Sascha.
Such creative work, though.
I'll see you on Tuesday.
That's Margaret Millett?
Clever girl.
We're doing a whole series
on the witch trials
ahead of the anniversary
on December 3.
They said that she died
at 3:33 in the morning.
According to the legend.
Anyway, that's all
a long time ago.
Oh, no procrastinating here,
I see.
(chuckles)
You've clearly got
a good head on your shoulders.
Figuratively, maybe, but
dragging all these books around
has completely wrecked
my whole posture.
Mm, head, shoulder,
neck alignment.
(chuckling):
How funny.
Your family must be
so proud of you.
Have a good one.
(alarm blares)
That happened to me
last time, too.
(chuckles)
-Could you come back?
-(alarm blares)
And we'll just...
(softly):
Yeah.
We just need to be sure.
I should take this as a sign.
(chuckles)
Can I just...
Sorry. (chuckles)
-You know, just...
-No. No, no.
(chuckles)
Totally understand.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
AMELIA:
Jasmine.
Oh, my God, are you deaf?
What are you doing?
I asked you like ten times.
Sorry. Sorry, I, um...
I-I was having a bad dream.
Was I saying anything?
What?
Oh, my God,
I'm not doing this with you.
(door closes)
♪ ♪
LIV:
So, I read your essay.
Uh, and it's good.
-Thank God. I...
-Hang on.
Didn't let me finish.
I can see your effort.
It's just for
an entirely different prompt.
You didn't address
the topic at all.
It's impossible.
I-I mean,
a critical race analysis
of "The Scarlet Letter"?
What's the issue?
It's-it's not there.
There-there isn't race
in "The Scarlet Letter."
Oh, just because
you're not seeing something
doesn't mean it isn't there.
Whiteness doesn't have to be
the default, Jasmine.
I get it.
This is advanced stuff.
It can be really hard
to make the adjustment
to a school like this,
especially for students
of color coming from...
Wh-Where do you think
I'm coming from?
I didn't...
I-I'm from the suburbs.
Okay? Tacoma.
I-I was valedictorian,
class president.
I'm not some...
You-you don't even know
who I am.
You don't get it.
You're wrong.
(door opens, closes)
"By choosing
its first Black master,
Ancaster is taking
an exciting step..."
COMMUNICATIONS DIRECTOR:
Uh, you know what?
I think "thrilling" would be
a better word.
All right.
"...thrilling step into today's
"increasingly inclusive
and diverse world.
-As the woman chosen
for this honor, I..." -Oh.
You know what? "Woman of color"
would be better.
"...chosen for this honor,
I am humbled to be
"a part of
Ancaster's evolution.
"Even so, there remains
a lot of work
to pursue this goal."
-Mm, good. That's good.
-(sighs)
"And it will not
be possible..."
Uh, wait, wait, wait.
-"And it won't be possible
without the help..." -Better.
"...of donors
like so many of yourselves."
(gasping)
Gail?
-Gail, is everything okay?
-(sighs)
Yeah.
Yeah, I just, I scared myself.
COMMUNICATIONS DIRECTOR: Okay,
well, I'm gonna let you go.
-Uh, we need you fresh for
tomorrow. -(vacuum whirring)
Uh, listen, that donor meeting
with the, uh, advisory
committee is in the morning,
-so let's try and leave early.
-(sighs)
Great. How about before that?
LIBRARIAN (voice-over):
Can I help you?
JASMINE: I need to look
something up.
What happened
in Belleville room 302?
JASMINE: "Tragedy in
Belleville room 302."
"Louisa Weeks."
"Class of 1968."
"Found hanging by her roommate.
"The death of Ancaster's
first Black undergraduate
brings an end
to a promising young life."
♪ ♪
(shower water running)
-(lights buzzing)
-(water stops)
JASMINE:
Can someone get the lights?
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
CRESSIDA:
You okay?
-Liv's a bitch.
-Oh.
Well, that killed
my Sunday night.
I spent the whole day on it.
You started this
the day before it was due?
I was at the Ache
at the crack of dawn.
I wanted to give myself time.
All of that
racial dynamic stuff--
we don't have it back home.
What'd you get?
Uh, B-plus.
How? What did you write about?
I don't know. A bunch of stuff.
The color red, Indians,
the French-Indian war.
Savages personified
by nature.
Are you telling me
you had a hard time?
Jasmine, it was easy.
Dude, come on.
JASMINE:
This class is a complete joke.
Liv's full of shit.
CRESSIDA:
It is uni. What'd you expect?
(Gail chuckling)
(Gail sighs)
GAIL:
Well, your writing's great.
I wish that made a difference.
Maybe you can see if there's
an extra credit assignment?
(paper rustling)
What's this?
I'm filing a dispute.
(Gail mutters)
(Gail sighs, clears throat)
(Gail sighs)
So that's really serious,
Jasmine.
I've never failed before
in my life.
Yeah.
Don't take grades personally.
Trust me,
it'll save you a lot of grief.
It-it's not the grade,
and it's not me.
It's her.
(lively chatter)
I heard they tried
to poach him to Dartmouth,
but then he'd have to move
to New Hampshire,
and you know
how he feels about snow.
She's taking a sabbatical
to write a novel--
a YA trilogy.
It's completely shocking.
-Heart attack...
-What?
...in the middle
of the lecture hall.
-(laughter) -You know,
whatever, no judgment.
I just, I didn't know
that was a genre.
I don't know. I...
Honestly, I think she's
the perfect tenure candidate
for right now.
What's now?
She's incredibly popular
with students,
several of whom
wrote testimonials...
15 of them.
And let's be honest.
Liv Beckman is a woman of color
in a faculty
overwhelmingly not...
...of color.
LAM: That is the image
that Ancaster should have,
-not boring...
-DIANDRA: Irrelevant.
What we have to decide is,
on the basis
of what is in here,
does Professor Beckman
deserve to be tenured?
It's a privilege.
It's not a right.
You'd know something
about privilege.
Well, her published work
is thin
to the point of nonexistence.
GAIL:
Let's be fair.
Liv has published.
Maybe not a ton, but enough.
Gail, do you really think
that you could be impartial?
Why?
Oh, she's your friend.
JULIANNE:
Are you seriously trying
to disenfranchise her
right now?
I am perfectly capable
of being professional.
DIANDRA:
You're right.
Actually, I'm surprised
that you don't agree.
When you were tenured,
you'd already had
two books published
and how many articles?
-Too many.
-Right. A ton.
We have all been
through the process,
and we know how grueling it is,
but we earned it.
We can look each other
in the face
and know that we belong here.
Imagine if that's
brought into question.
(sighs)
I-I... you know, I-I do have...
(sighs)
...some doubts about Liv.
A freshman in her seminar
approached me
with a grade complaint,
and she's filing a dispute
with the registrar.
So...
Grade grubbing is like
an extracurricular
with these kids.
GAIL:
Well, yeah, I know,
but she thinks
Liv is targeting her,
so now OSL is doing
a performance review and...
This... this is news to me.
That definitely changes things.
What I'm gonna suggest is
that we table this for today
and reconvene
when more of the details
come out in the wash.
Now, African dance
is in 15, so...
let's give 'em time
to move the tables.
Thanks for speaking up, Gail.
We really needed your voice
at the table.
(Gail chuckles softly)
(phone ringing)
(receiver clicks)
ESTHER (over phone): Hello.
Uh, this is Esther Bickert.
I need to speak to you
about my daughter Elizabeth.
Uh, who is this?
You know my daughter
from the college.
(sighs) Call the registrar if
you are looking for a student.
This is not the school.
It is a house.
It is my home.
-Please, this is important.
-(bell dings in distance)
-I need to tell you about my
daughter. -(distant door slams)
(gasps)
Hello? Hello?
♪ ♪
(papers rustling)
♪ ♪
(papers rustling)
♪ ♪
(whimpering)
(screams, whimpers)
It was total infestation.
-Ugh.
-Looked like a plague.
Luckily, (grunts)
they said it would,
you know, only take one day
to fumigate.
-Consider this a sleepover.
-(chuckles)
I was always dying to have
friends over when I was a kid.
Total only child.
Me, too.
Even my imaginary friend
was shitty.
(both chuckling)
Hmm.
I like your place.
It's my third spot
in three years.
Trying to make this one a home.
(sighs)
I don't know what I'd do
if you left.
I don't, either.
(upbeat music playing inside)
(lively chatter and laughter)
Hey.
Oh.
My friends just went inside.
Yeah, we're at capacity.
Jasmine, what are you doing?
♪ My baby want a rock star,
I can go ♪
♪ Go extra hard
when she pull up at my show ♪
♪ Look her in the eyes
when I sing a high note ♪
♪ Smashing guitars
on the hardwood floors ♪
♪ My baby wanna rock with me
all night ♪
♪ Hold her with my left,
got my mic in the right ♪
♪ If I catch you looking,
we gonna get into a fight ♪
♪ Don't know if she love me
or the rock star life, oh ♪
♪ I've been killing shit,
got my head in the clouds ♪
♪ And I'm riding
with the clique ♪
♪ And I'm getting
all distracted ♪
♪ When she riding in the whip,
I might crash in a ditch ♪
♪ And I'll make that shit flip,
oh, yeah ♪
♪ Now I got her blushing... ♪
CRESSIDA:
Hey, look at Jasmine.
♪ I ain't bluffing,
tragic artist ♪
♪ You could end my suffering ♪
♪ I'm a rock star, baby,
you love it, yeah ♪
♪ My baby want a rock star,
I can go, go extra hard ♪
♪ When she pull up at my show ♪
-♪ At my show, yeah. ♪
-(song ends)
-♪ 16yrold, bitch ♪
-(partygoers cheering)
("Mo Bamba" by Sheck Wes
playing)
♪ Daytrip took it to ten ♪
(singing along):
♪ I got hoes ♪
♪ Callin' ♪
♪ A young nigga phone ♪
♪ Where's Ali ♪
♪ With the
motherfuckin' dope? ♪
♪ Bitch, bitch ♪
♪ I be ballin' ♪
♪ Like a motherfuckin' pro ♪
♪ I be ballin' ♪
♪ Like my nigga Mo ♪
-♪ Sheck Wes ♪
-(shouting rhythmically)
♪ Got so many flows ♪
♪ I do it all ♪
♪ Call me Drake ♪
♪ How a nigga controlla ♪
(singing along):
♪ Oh, fuck, shit, bitch ♪
♪ Young Sheck Wes
and I'm gettin' really rich. ♪
-("Plastic Knife" playing)
-♪ You can't get it right ♪
♪ No matter how you try
to run my life ♪
♪ Cut me with
a plastic knife... ♪
-(door opens)
-(Tyler grunts)
(laughing)
Sorry. Did I scare you?
No.
No, I-I'm just...
♪ No matter how you try... ♪
(chuckles)
...really weird, I guess.
-I'm okay.
-Don't sell yourself short.
-(Jasmine chuckles)
-What about, um...
aloof?
(chuckles softly)
Um, yeah.
That... works.
I'm mysterious, some would say.
(chuckles)
You sure you're okay?
Why aren't you out there
dancing, having a good time?
Um...
I need a drink.
Hmm.
But I was looking
for a good chaser.
A chaser?
Are you serious?
(laughing):
No, no.
No.
Let me...
show you
how to take a real shot.
I did a semester
in Saint Petersburg.
I can drink like a Russian.
Whatever that means.
What you want to do
is take a deep breath.
(both inhale deeply)
-Breathe out.
-(both exhale heavily)
Good job.
("Wasted Summer" by teamwork.,
Loote and JOHN.k playing)
♪ I can't sleep tonight... ♪
-(sighs): Ah.
-It still burns and stuff.
(laughs)
Doesn't taste good.
You're very cute.
♪ And I don't wanna fight ♪
♪ But you tell me I do,
so maybe I do ♪
♪ We used to be good,
so tell me ♪
♪ When did it get
so complicated? ♪
♪ How do I get back
to those days, yeah? ♪
♪ Getting high
on Sunset Boulevard ♪
♪ Sleeping in
your beat-up car... ♪
(footsteps approaching)
♪ That wasted summer ♪
♪ Mixing Adderall
and two-buck wine ♪
♪ On trains at
Hollywood and Vine... ♪
Don't let me interrupt.
♪ That wasted summer... ♪
I'll be right back.
♪ ♪
(rope creaking)
-(gasps)
-(banging at door)
Jasmine.
Master Bishop. Hi.
What's going on?
-What?
-What?
Who did this?
♪ ♪
Jasmine?
-Did you hear anything?
-No.
AMELIA:
Hi. Is everything okay?
Take a seat, Amelia.
Did something happen?
Someone carved the word "leave"
on your door and hung a noose.
Why?
Did you hear anything
when you got home last night?
I actually, um...
I didn't come back
to the dorm last night,
so I haven't even
seen anything.
GAIL:
Is there anyone either of you
-have a problem with?
-AMELIA: No.
I mean, not me at least.
No.
AMELIA:
It was probably just a prank.
-You think this is a prank?
-AMELIA: No, no, I...
Sorry, I didn't mean like that.
I just meant with the Witch
and, like, that girl who died
in our room or whatever.
GAIL: I don't think this is
about the Witch, Amelia.
AMELIA: Well, what do you think
it's about, Jasmine?
I don't know.
You girls get along fine,
right?
Yeah, we do.
Yeah.
♪ ♪
I hate you.
(jogging footsteps)
(bird cawing)
GAIL:
I don't know. A noose?
I've just never seen
anything like that before.
LIV:
Well, I have.
At my grad school,
they found one on the quad.
It was a huge scandal.
My God.
I'm just worried about Jasmine.
Yeah. I mean, who knows
what she's going through?
It kind of makes
that grade dispute make sense.
Yeah, they fixate on grades
when everything else seems
out of control.
Yeah, but that dispute
can control
-whether or not I get tenure.
-(sighs)
Liv, do not be dramatic,
all right?
You'll be f...
GAIL:
Look.
I've never seen them
so close to town.
LIV:
Let's go. We shouldn't be here.
Come on.
GUIDE: This is one of
our oldest buildings on campus,
-built in 1801.
-WOMAN: Ooh.
And some of the original
brickwork here
was taken from the
Ancaster Village courthouse,
where the infamous trials
were held.
If you'd like to follow me
right down this way,
you can see what a standard
housing option looks like
for Belleville House.
Uh, we usually house
two students to a room,
but we do have a single-student
option on a by-needs basis.
Uh, just a reminder,
there is never a bad time
to ask a question.
You know, the cool thing
about Ancaster is
the whole area is rich
with history.
Oh. Oh, watch your step
there, ma'am.
The-the floor kind of buckles.
There's even a community
descended from
the town's original settlers
that still live and dress
like it's the 17th century.
And, uh, right this way.
When you're ready,
just gather round.
Find a spot.
Okay, good.
Here we are.
(door opens, creaks)
♪ ♪
What's this?
This is a Black student
sleeping.
What's that?
GUIDE:
That's what's coming.
Wake up!
No, wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
No, wake up!
(gasping, panting)
AMELIA:
No, I-I didn't...
I didn't do... I just came over
to see if you were okay.
I-I didn't do anything.
I-I swear, I just...
You were talking
in your sleep, and I-I...
You just scared me, okay?
(panting)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
(panting)
(group singing solemnly
in foreign language)
(singing continues)
♪ ♪
(wood creaking)
(breath trembles)
(gasps)
-Come on!
-Wait! Hey!
Come on!
(whimpering)
(sniffling)
(sniffling)
I'm sorry.
Am I... Am I in trouble?
(sighs)
It's nearly freezing out.
What were you doing
out there with those boys?
Nothing.
We were just hanging out.
They're friends.
All right.
(sighs)
So, uh, when you feel ready,
I'll-I'll walk you over
to the infirmary.
I'm fine. No.
Well, it's just,
you've been drinking.
No, I-I'm not gonna...
Something might've happened
that you didn't realize.
You know, frostbite even.
I can't go.
It's just gonna be hell
when everyone finds out.
I know what happens, and I'm
not gonna do that again.
I'll transfer. I'll leave.
I-I'm just...
I mean, I-I can't
do that again.
No, no, no, no.
No.
Let's just talk about this
in the morning.
Right now I'll-I'll go...
I'll go to your room,
I'll grab some clothes,
and then...
You won't get in.
Jasmine locked it
from the inside.
She's a bitch.
AMELIA (voice-over):
I hate that room.
I hate it here.
♪ ♪
(copier whirring)
(bells chiming)
JASMINE:
Oh, sorry.
Don't sweat it.
I'm one step ahead of you.
Fixatif.
They wish it was
that easy to shut me up.
(Liv chuckles)
Okay.
Well, happy Thanksgiving.
Mm. So, when do you fly out?
Uh, I'm actually staying
for break.
Word?
That's too bad.
Uh, are you going home?
No, I...
No, I'm going to New York.
My friends are
putting on a dinner.
Collard greens,
candied yams, the works.
Um, listen.
You don't have to feel like
anything is awkward between us.
At least on my part.
Yeah.
Yeah, same.
Just know I'm here.
JASMINE:
What's happening?
I'm leaving.
For break?
Forever.
Honey?
AMELIA:
I know. Be there in a sec.
JASMINE:
Amelia, wait.
JASMINE:
Hey, Mom.
Sorry I didn't reply sooner.
I've just been so busy with
school, friends, everything.
Things are still great
with my roommate.
She actually invited me home
for Thanksgiving with her,
so don't worry,
I won't be alone.
(computer chimes)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
(floorboards creaking)
Hello?
(alarm pulsing)
Anyone there?!
(alarm continues)
♪ ♪
GAIL:
Oh, my God! Oh, God.
Jasmine, get back!
Jasmine, get back!
Jasmine, get back!
I am Ancaster.
I am Ancaster.
I am Ancaster.
I am Ancaster.
The one thing
that is not Ancaster
is discrimination.
That's why I'm happy
to announce
the college's
latest initiative.
The Ancaster Alliance
for an Inclusive Future
is a student/faculty coalition
committed to protecting
and promoting diversity.
Using innovative methods
such as diversity workshops,
a visiting lecture series
and multicultural events,
AAIF will blaze a new path
towards radical inclusion.
Now more than ever,
let's show the world
who we really are.
(vehicle doors
opening, closing)
(Gail sighs)
(engine starts)
(water running)
You're Jasmine, right?
(water stops)
Yeah. How did you know?
How are you doing?
Good.
I'm great.
It's been hard.
My first semester,
I had insomnia.
During finals, I didn't sleep
for two days straight.
I kind of hallucinated.
I thought my lamp was a gnome.
I've been having nightmares.
A lot.
(Sascha sighs softly)
Come to the AfAm House
sometime.
It's a really great place
for students of color.
All eight of us.
Maybe I'll see you there.
CRESSIDA:
Did you fall in or something?
You're not wrong.
(scoffs) Okay.
Nice vest.
Do you know her?
No, um, she... gave me this.
(chuckles) Oh, my God.
I had some people try to
do this to me but with Chabad.
Ugh. Embarrassing.
KATIE:
Actually, awful.
JULIANNE: Before we start,
I-I have to say how much
I enjoyed your editorial.
The one in "The Globe."
Thank you. Thanks so much.
JULIANNE:
Incredibly thought-provoking.
So, this editorial,
will it lead
to further publishing
on your part?
You know, books, I mean.
Not in the immediate future.
I'm in the early stages
of the notes collection
process for...
DIANDRA: Well, published work
obviously is just
one factor in tenure review,
so usually,
in instances where
publishing is light, um,
an application could lean
more heavily on other factors,
such as classroom performance
and engagement.
Understood completely.
I place classroom instruction
above everything else.
So you could understand
why the current dispute
filed against you
is of particular concern.
Well...
Has that reached a resolution?
Not yet.
Uh, maybe you can...
(sucks teeth)
...expand a bit on
the-the substance of the issue.
Uh...
The issue...
The issue...
is this school.
Why is this administration
spending more energy
on undermining
my application for tenure
than on ferreting out
the racist
who's been terrorizing
the student body?
I don't understand
what the two have to do...
Last week, someone lit
a cross on fire.
This isn't an incident.
It's an emergency.
I will not allow myself
to be scapegoated by a school
that is unable or unwilling
to see itself
for what it truly is.
If anyone really wanted
to help that girl, it would be
by ending the culture of hatred
that vandalizes
students' rooms,
undervalues the work
of professors of color
and compels me to come
stand before all of you today.
LIV (voice-over):
Look at what's happening
to Jasmine Moore.
Look at what's happening
right under your noses.
(clock chiming)
(bell dings)
♪ ♪
(woman sobbing)
♪ ♪
(gasping)
-(bell dings)
-(gasps)
(shuddering breaths)
(sighs)
(phone ringing)
(ringing continues)
♪ ♪
SECURITY GUARD: Last call.
The library is now closed.
(zips backpack)
Hey, Katie, are you still here?
Just got kicked out
of the Ache.
Thought maybe we could
walk back together.
♪ ♪
(voices whispering)
(voices whispering)
(screams)
Master Bishop.
Master Bishop! Help!
Please, Master Bishop!
Please open this door!
Help please!
Master Bishop! Master Bishop!
Please!
♪ ♪
(gasping, whimpering)
(lock clicks)
(panting)
(breathing heavily)
(whimpering)
(door rattling)
(grunts)
♪ ♪
(banging)
♪ ♪
(indistinct chatter)
We got a live one.
♪ ♪
Welcome to Ancaster.
(grunts softly)
GAIL:
Jasmine.
Oh, my God.
(sighs)
Your mom's worried sick.
She said you've barely called.
Jasmine, how did this happen?
Someone push you?
Did you slip?
I had to get away from her.
Who?
Get away from who?
The Witch.
The Witch isn't real.
I'm not going back there.
-Jasmine.
-I'm not going back.
No, Jasmine.
Jasmine, you can't quit.
It's not ghosts.
It's not supernatural. It's...
It's America.
And it's everywhere.
I went through it.
I went through it, and...
I understand.
I was one of three Black women.
(voice breaking): They couldn't
even tell us apart.
It was humiliating.
But I stuck in there,
and I didn't let them
push me out.
I just need to get
away from there.
You can't get away from it,
Jasmine.
It'll follow you.
Believe me.
I know.
♪ ♪
(indistinct chatter)
(woman sobbing)
(sobbing continues)
WOMAN:
Help me.
(sobbing continues)
Virgie?
We're too late.
They're almost here.
Let me get you someone.
Get your Black hand off me!
You think you can touch me?
Oh, I let you get
too comfortable.
Gary warned me about this.
You think you can touch me?
How dare you?
This is my house.
This is my house.
This is my house.
♪ ♪
(birds chirping)
LIV:
Jasmine?
Does Gail know you're here?
I came on my own.
Wh-What are you trying to do?
I figured it out.
I understand now.
I don't think this is
the best place
for you to be right now.
You're wrong.
It doesn't matter where I go.
It's everywhere.
(bells chiming)
(students screaming
out windows)
GAIL:
Jasmine?
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
(gasping)
(screams)
Jas-Jasmine!
(sobbing):
Jasmine!
(wailing)
(wailing continues)
Jasmine!
(fading):
Oh, God, no!
(sighs)
(sniffles)
♪ ♪
(takes deep breath)
(door closes)
♪ ♪
LIV (voice-over): You look like
you haven't been sleeping.
(sniffles, sighs)
How can I?
LIV:
It wasn't your fault.
I-I mean, obviously, but...
don't blame yourself.
And I know this is hard
for you, too.
You know, especially at a time
when we should be
celebrating you.
You did it.
Tenure.
(chuckles softly)
GAIL (voice-over): I always
thought this was the prize.
Sticking it out,
surviving, enduring.
I...
What are we really
doing it for?
LIV:
I know what I'm doing this for.
I belong now.
I have a place.
And all the programs, all
the positions I applied to...
(chuckles softly)
...this was the only one
that took a chance on me.
LIV (voice-over):
Maybe belonging is something
you've always had.
Well, I didn't.
Nothing's ever come to me easy.
My own brother used to lock...
Your brother?
What?
You told me you were
an only child.
I say I'm an orphan, too,
sometimes.
They're not my family anymore.
That's why this matters
to me, Gail.
(clock chiming)
(phone ringing)
ESTHER (over phone):
Don't hang up.
(Gail sniffles)
This is about
my daughter Elizabeth,
but you might know her as Liv.
(quiet chatter)
♪ ♪
ESTHER: I've been
calling you for weeks.
You're Esther Bickert.
Here.
Is that Liv?
Elizabeth.
It's as if she walked
off the edge of the earth.
Left and never came back.
In our community,
that's not unusual.
It's unheard of.
And then one day,
there she was in a newspaper.
But they were calling her Liv.
And they were saying
that she's Black.
Liv isn't Black?
Of course not.
She's my daughter.
But... her father?
No, God rest his soul. No.
No, I... No, I-I-I think
that this is
between you and Liv.
(crying):
She won't speak to me.
The devil is inside her.
I just thought
you should know the truth.
(sighs) This is a lot. I...
Why would...
♪ ♪
(knocking)
-("Ride Like the Wind" playing)
-(lively chatter)
Oh. Gail, you made it.
Thank goodness.
This party could use
a little more flavor.
(chuckles)
Big night for your friend.
(laughs) Tenure!
♪ ♪
(laughing)
Oh, hi, Gail!
(raucous laughter)
♪ ♪
(voice muted)
BRIAN: That's one of
my favorite songs.
-Gail. -("Ride Like
the Wind" continues)
Get over here
and help me deejay.
BRIAN:
But I'm doing an excellent job.
(Liv laughing)
I can't believe it.
This is a hostile takeover.
Brian, I love you, but
your music's not cutting it.
It's time for us to turn up.
Liv, do you...
do you have a minute?
Wh-What do you mean, "turn up"?
Get turnt! Lit.
Gail, will you please
educate this man for me?
I-I need to talk to you.
-In a sec.
-(music stops)
Let me just show
these white folk what music is.
♪ Real-ass bitch,
give a fuck 'bout a nigga ♪
♪ Big Birkin bag... ♪
BRIAN:
Whoa.
-(chuckling): Whoa.
-(Liv laughing)
All right, I'm-I'm out.
I'm out.
Uh, two left feet.
Gail, you can dance to this?
Of course she can.
-(Gail sighs)
-(Liv chuckling)
(song continues)
Stop it. Stop it.
(sighs)
Stop!
♪ Fake-ass shoes
match their fake-ass gold... ♪
-(music stops)
-(pants)
You liar.
Gail, what the fuck?
I met your mom tonight.
How could you? You...
Liv, you're a fraud.
So, what are you saying?
I am saying that you have been
getting tutorials on Blackness
from a white woman.
Who you only gave tenure
because a Black girl died.
(others murmuring, groaning)
LIV:
It's insane.
I don't have to prove
my Blackness to any of you.
No, you definitely do not.
And I am not comfortable,
honestly, with
-the direction of
this conversa... -Fuck you!
All right?
What are you comfortable with?
Wow.
Okay.
Oh, "Wow. Okay."
Exactly.
-You people are...
-"You people"?
...so divorced from reality
that you literally...
you can't tell Black
from white.
That's what this place does.
That's what happened
to Jasmine!
I know!
It might not be white hoods
and minstrels, but it's there.
It's like a ghost.
You just, you can't catch it.
You can't prove it.
Gail, calm down.
She died!
Do you hear that, Diandra?
She died.
And I could've helped her.
I could've set her free,
but I...
I kept her here.
I was never a master.
(sobs)
I'm the maid.
You brought me here
to clean up.
I didn't change anything.
I didn't do anything.
Just...
I failed her.
And she's gonna haunt me.
She's gonna haunt me
for the rest of my life.
(sobbing softly)
Gail, what happened?
I... I-I needed to talk to you.
You had to lose your shit
and drag my personal life
through the mud
with all those white folks
looking on?
You're white, too.
No, I'm not!
That woman raised me believing
that I would go to hell
for being the bastard child
of a Black man.
No! She-she said that your...
your father was white.
That's her story now, huh?
I worked too hard
to be treated like this.
Not by her, not by you,
not by Jasmine.
I told you the truth.
(Gail crying)
GAIL:
None of this makes sense.
I don't believe you.
It doesn't have to
make sense to you.
You didn't live it.
It's not your story.
Consider yourself lucky.
(Gail crying)
♪ ♪
The problem is
the administration has not been
prioritizing self-care.
I mean, it's complete...
it-it's completely toxic.
No, I completely agree.
And I-I... I really understand
how you feel, Gail,
because, you know,
at the end of the semester,
we're all worn out
and exhausted, all of us.
Oh, my gosh,
I have a tension knot
the size of a golf ball.
Well, Gail, um, you know,
it's been a...
a tough semester for all of us.
I didn't know
what was going on.
I feel really bad about it.
JULIANNE:
It's just been so much stress.
DIANDRA:
Not a good time.
There's no question about it.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
(glass thuds on table)
♪ ♪
Don't worry.
I'm not going anywhere.
Excuse me.
And it's never gonna change.
All of this...
all of this tension at work,
and all of this,
just everything going on
is just really
just in my body, just...
I think with you
it's emotional.
(radio static crackling
quietly)
(garbled radio chatter)
Faculty?
Mind if I look at your I.D.?
-No.
-Appreciate it.
I'll just give it
a quick scan, then...
No, I mean...
...I don't work here.
I was just on my way out.
Oh.
Well, the exit's that way.
(sighs)
Master Bishop?
♪ ♪
Master Bishop?
("I Shall Be Released"
by Nina Simone playing)
♪ They say everything
can be replaced ♪
♪ They say every distance
is not near ♪
♪ So I remember every face ♪
♪ Of every man
who put me here ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ I see my light ♪
♪ Come shining ♪
♪ From the west ♪
♪ Down to the east ♪
♪ Any day now ♪
♪ Any day now ♪
♪ I shall be released. ♪
(song fades)
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