Blindspotting (2021–2023): Season 2, Episode 3 - N*ggaz and Jesus - full transcript
Ashley, Miles and Sean have their first weekend visit.
You won't believe what happened
last week on Blindspotting.
Let's go.
His daddy in San Quentin.
My nigga, your whole
family with the shits?
Hey, I'm with the shits now.
We'll deal with that tomorrow.
Ashley Reynolds,
will you marry me?
Yes.
There's this 48 hour
weekend visitation program
for married couples
at San Quentin.
- Sex!
- ♪ Sex in jail ♪
After you and Sean do
this first weekend,
I thought maybe I
would take the next one
to get a little time with Miles.
Really catching me off guard
with this shit, Rainey.
We moms get to keep
our secrets, don't we?
Only linens in here, right?
Yes, sir.
Okay. Right through
security, please.
Don't be scared, baby.
I'm good.
Come on, come on!
Is this where we're
gonna be staying?
I can't believe
I'm gonna see Dad!
- Come on, come on!
- What's up, man?
- Dad!
- What's up?
Big hug! Big hug!
Hey, baby.
Damn, you look
good as hell, girl.
Oh!
I'm gonna go pick my room.
Beat it.
Well, what are we gonna
do for 48 hours alone?
I wonder, I wonder.
- Wait.
- What?
- What, what, what? No.
- Baby, wait, wait, wait.
What is so important that you...
Turns out,
if it's under $100,
you can wear your wedding ring.
You know I love you, right?
I love you too.
Dad, what's the Wi-Fi?
Um, there is no Wi-Fi here,
my man, unfortunately.
Damn, this place kinda
busted, my nigga.
- What?
- What?
No, I'm not staying.
I was just walking
here with Nancy.
It was really nice
to meet everyone.
I'll walk her out.
All right.
You said it wasn't
a Black church.
It's not.
Everyone in there is Black.
I don't want to be the only
white person in the room
talking about my problems
when everybody else
has my problems too,
but they're also, you know...
- Black.
- Yeah, it's a Black church.
- It's not. Now...
- It's right in the name.
Moses the Black
Episcopal Church.
It's not "Moses, the
Black Episcopal Church."
The saint's name
is Moses the Black,
and then it's a church.
I appreciate you looking out
for me, Nancy, I really do,
but I'm fine.
And if I wasn't, my
first stop isn't church.
I love to paint.
That's my happy place.
Let's go paint then.
Because you seem... off.
I'm not off.
And I would love
to paint with you.
- Fine.
- Fine.
That is an adult word.
You are not allowed
to say that word.
Only mommy can say it.
- Not Dada?
- Oh, boy.
Ugh, no.
You cannot say that word.
That's all that matters.
But why?
Okay. Baby?
I think this may be one
of those teachable moments
that AOC talks about.
So, uh, take it away.
Why do I have to explain it?
Well... you're Black.
Oh.
Okay, well, your
people made it up.
I think we should
stick together on this.
Yeah, okay.
You just can't say it.
You just can't, my bruh.
No... fuck!
Motherfucking goddamn stool!
Motherfucker!
This yo' happy place?
Yes, Nancy. I'm just
out of that tea now.
Okay, look, while
I stand by the idea
that you should come
with me to group,
I apologise for
dragging you there.
I just don't do the Jesus thing.
I wish. I really do.
It seems way better.
I just can't do it.
Okay, I'ma get a rag.
I'm fine.
- We're gonna smoke.
- Okay.
But you chant. You meditate.
You got some God stuff going on.
Nope, no God.
No God?
Not a single amen
uttered earnestly.
Shit.
Miles wears a cross on his neck.
Nah, he just likes the shape.
He says it's a T for Turner.
But if it's a bad word
and it hurts people,
then why does Auntie Janelle
say it, and Tía Trish?
Well, Black people can
say it to each other
because it means
something different.
But it doesn't matter
because you can't say it
until you're older.
But why?
- Miles, we are not doing this.
- He's asking.
- No, he asking.
- We're not doing it.
Um, well, it's hurtful
when white people say
it to Black people
because of slavery and,
uh, systemic inequality,
generational trauma, my bruh.
But Black people...
Adult Black people.
Adult Black people
have reclaimed the word,
and it can now be a
term of endearment,
like "bruh," my bruh.
Okay, all you need
to know is that
you cannot say that
word until you're 14,
and then we can revisit it.
Understood?
Okay.
Okay.
Strong mama.
Strong mom energy.
Just momming the
whole situation.
What's Satanic geometry?
I think you mean systemic
inequality, my bruh.
Um, why don't you go
get that box over
there in the corner
and, uh, clear off the
big table over there,
because Papa needs to do
a little bit of explaining
in a fatherly way.
Come on.
Okay, let's just
assume for a moment
that Jesus was even a real man.
You sure you want to have this
conversation without weed?
I just don't trust the church.
I mean, I go to church,
but I don't necessarily
trust "the church" either.
Look, if you grew up
in Arkansas in 1920
like my mother,
you could get killed
on the side of the road
for no reason at all.
So your faith has
to be unshakable,
even if it was founded
through the only religion
we were allowed to practice,
which didn't quite fit.
Amen, or preach, or
whatever you people say.
- Uh...
- You church people,
not you Black people.
Oh, my God, fuck everything.
Can I say something?
Of course.
Rainey, it's totally fine
and okay to be angry in life.
We all get angry sometimes.
You just need to let
it out on a cup of tea
till you figure
out where to put it
so it doesn't get in your way.
Thank you, Dauntes.
Where have you been hiding that?
It's time for Gold Rush Hour.
Okay, now that the
board is nice and level,
give me all your gold.
Give me all that gold and
give me all that gold.
- No, this is my gold.
- Right here.
- You're not taking it.
- Move the gold.
I'm trying to teach
the boy a lesson.
- No. No...
- Uh-uh, come up off it.
Come up off it.
Phew. Do not look
at this board.
This board, this is
an old, old game.
This is very racist.
Cover these up.
All right, Papa goes first.
I'm gonna be the boot.
Uh-huh.
One, two, three,
four, five, six.
I struck gold.
That's gold rush, baby!
Gimme that bag right there.
That's my haul.
Give me my haul.
Give me my haul. All
right, we got that.
Now I'm gonna go
ahead and go again.
Oh, struck gold again!
Give me that.
Ah, ah.
Gold!
Come on, give it to
me. Give it to me now.
Oh, look at all this gold.
Look at this whole stack
of generational wealth.
I'ma throw this
over my shoulder.
I'm gonna go start
a family empire.
Oh, yeah.
Is it my turn yet?
No.
And that, my boy, is
systemic inequality.
That's one of the many reasons
why you can't say that word
we were talking about, okay?
This game takes place in 1849.
It's not gonna be
another 16 years
before you're even in the game.
And when you're finally in
it, it's still totally rigged.
I wonder if they
have Monopoly here.
'Cause if they do, I
can use that to explain
redlining to him when
we get up to the 1930s.
I mean, I'm gonna make
my way there slow...
Okay, okay, okay, we get it.
You've been reading.
Bedtime. I'm taking
all this gold.
Taking it back from the
man trying to hold us down.
That's not how white
privilege works.
We're going to bed.
This is a... this is a
new world you're building.
Pack it up!
Just let me touch it.
No, we can't. He's
still... he's still up.
Let's just wait a little.
Oh, I don't care.
Okay, what if he's scared
sleeping in the other room?
Oh, oh, hey... Ooh,
girl, cold hands.
Cold hands, cold hands, okay.
- Okay, let's just go for it.
- Oh.
Let's just go...
Just...
Can I sleep with you two?
I want to hang with Dad.
No, no.
No. No.
You want to hang with Dad?
He wants to hang with Dad.
Fuck.
Yeah, man, climb in.
Climb up.
- Oh.
- Oh, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no. Uh...
Go over. Go over.
- Over, kid.
- Come on. Come on.
Okay, I'll just
turn out a little.
Okay.
Sleepover.
Let's go, kid.
Sure, sure, sure.
You don't wanna, you know,
sleep in your own room
or in the living
room with the TV?
Nah.
Cool.
Hey!
Ooh, bugs. What's
your favourite bug?
It's a scorpion fly.
It's really cool.
A scorpion fly? Does it sting?
It actually doesn't sting.
But it has the
butt of a scorpion
and the face of a fly.
Isn't that wild?
Ooh, I was in that pillow.
What time is it?
It's noon.
Noon?
You slept in.
It seems like you
needed the rest.
I can't believe they wake you
up at 5:00 a.m. like that.
We wasted so much time.
Why don't you... why
didn't you just wake me up?
- Fuck.
- Baby, chill out.
We're all here now.
Your son is telling very
interesting stories.
And we've got plenty of time.
Dad, are you gonna
have waffles too?
Waffles?
Yeah, well, if I'm
gonna have waffles,
we gotta have waffles
the way I made them
when I was growing
up, all right?
In order to do that,
I need two waffles.
Hit me.
First thing we're gonna do,
little bit of peanut
butter on each side.
'Cause we don't want
that jam sogginess
to mess up the delicacy here.
Then gonna put a little bit
of jam just on one side.
We're gonna grab a banana,
put some of those banana slices
all up in the middle.
Then we're gonna
take both sides,
we're gonna smoosh 'em together.
And then with
chef-like precision,
we're gonna cut
that thing in half.
Sha-blow.
Breakfast PB and
J... for lunch.
What say you to that?
I-I want one.
Hey, Nancy.
Sorry. Sorry.
Mine are sitting right
by the door, I know it.
It's okay. What
are neighbours for?
Doesn't Trish have a key?
Yeah, it's too
embarrassing to call her.
Thank you.
Oh, there's no reason
to be embarrassed.
I lock myself out
too, plenty of times.
It's not necessarily dementia.
- Okay, don't say it.
- Okay.
You don't have to say the word.
Sorry. Sorry.
The D word.
Why don't you walk
with me for a while
till my date picks me up?
You know, I get
flustered and forgetful
when something is
really bothering me.
Is there anything...
Ashley won't let me come with
them to family visitation
to spend the weekend
with my own fucking kid.
Well, that came right out.
And she knows about the D-word.
Well, you need to sit
her ass down and be like,
"Little girl, I'm coming
to the next visitation."
And just sign yourself up.
She is not in charge.
Yeah, but she is, though.
To her, I'm just
crazy old Maurice.
- Bonjour!
- Bonjour!
Whoa.
- Whoa.
- Oh.
You okay?
Yes.
Yes, I'm fine.
Okay. No, no. You
need to sit down.
Come on.
I wish the boys were five again.
So many great child memories.
Collin ran that
maze so many times.
He peed himself and
just kept on running.
Little nasty-ass boys.
Remember when they took
the sailing classes
over at the boathouse?
I'm still boycotting that place.
They wouldn't let Trish sign
up for the teen sailing program
'cause they claimed
they caught her
teaching the other
girls how to...
Whatever.
- We can't support that place.
- Oh.
I say this with love, but
y'all are hella stubborn.
Why hold a grudge for a decade?
Someone fucks with you,
it's the only power
you have left.
You can't win a grudge
match with Ashley.
Or prison, or time.
Sometimes it just is
what the fuck it is.
And you gotta get
right with that.
All right, you
handsome scoundrel,
this town ain't big enough
for no yellow-bellied bandito.
And I'm the quickest draw
this side of the
Sierra mountains.
Now you put those pistols down!
Never!
Fine! Blaow!
Pause, everyone.
Count. Just the count.
Time out, family.
Hey, Sean, you
want some cookies?
Can we have... ice cream?
I'm sorry, baby.
We're not allowed to
have that in here.
Wow, this place is busted.
Hey, enough chitchat.
Now, I got five in the chamber.
And I aim to use 'em. One,
two, three, four, five.
It's time for the
final showdown!
Ahh!
Come on!
Oh! Oh!
- Blaow!
- Oh, no!
Fake-out. Oh.
Blaow!
Pow.
But the boy was a zombie cowboy!
Not zombie cowboys!
Zombie cowboy!
- I'm alive again!
- Zombie!
Good night, baby.
Night, kid.
I'm still thinking about that
word you said I can't say.
Like, why?
Why is it so bad?
There's plenty of
other bad words.
- Mm-hmm.
- Why is it badder than f...
You better not.
Fudge?
Well played, sir.
Okay. Um...
We are going to tell you
a very, very, very long story.
You might not
understand all of it.
But... we're gonna try.
Sold!
No!
So your people did
that to my people?
Um...
I am your people, man.
I always will be.
You are my people too.
But it is complicated.
So till it makes a
little bit more sense...
you can't use that word, okay?
It's like Voldemort.
Oh!
Hit me.
My man, give me a hug.
Ooh!
I love you.
Love you too, Dad.
Go to sleep.
We'll talk about
this more later.
"It's like Voldemort?"
Really? Okay.
- Well, it worked, didn't it?
- Baby, come on.
Get out of here before
he does something else.
Earl?
Rainey?
- Is this how you know Nancy?
- Eh...
Everybody's at this
fucking church but me.
- Well, I don't think...
- Let me ask you something.
Do you consider
this a Black church?
It's a very Black church.
- It's hella Black.
- I know.
But it's not... It's
not my shit, though.
I just deliver trays here.
The pastor, he
orders food from me
for, like, events and stuff.
And I just say a prayer on
my way out the door to myself
so I don't feel terrible
about the in-and-out.
So no God for you either?
This is my theory.
God...
God is like the N word to me.
Both were given to us unwanted,
reclaimed, reappropriated,
and now they're whatever
Black people need 'em to be.
So you do pray on the way out?
Well, my kind of prayer, yeah.
I just say what's on my mind.
And as long as I'm
honest about it,
then I feel like I'm giving
an adequate amount of faith.
Doesn't sound entirely terrible.
I'm walking your
way. Wanna come?
No, I'm just gonna have
a seat for a few minutes.
Okay.
Later, Rainey.
Hello.
I'm me.
I will suppose a you, I suppose.
I think I am... hitting a wall.
Or boiling over or spilling out.
It's gotten heavy
is what I mean,
this relentless
dread of uncertainty
draped like a cape.
I can smell the metal
and bleach still
from the floors
where blood and spit
and love and death fall,
and my son is behind
the looking glass there.
I am a vagabond
of hollowed wisdom I can't share
and a growing
anger I can't bear.
All the many who's, you know?
Who puts a mother's heart
behind a jagged wire?
Who traps memories
in the desert heat?
What might evaporate
before I get him back
laughing in our kitchen seats?
What can I feed an anger
enough of to make it weak?
What truth to this
powerful powerlessness
can I speak?
Because it has made me weak.
I feel angry
at this... weak.
I just checked on him.
He's out.
Out out?
Mm-hmm.
Shit. Come here.
- Let me get this.
- Oh.
Shield children's eyes.
Mm-hmm. Some of that.
Okay, okay, take-take this off.
Okay.
- Oh, ow!
- Shit. Sorry, sorry.
Sorry, sorry,
sorry, sorry, sorry.
Okay, okay.
Oh.
Let's see, let me
get my pants...
Oh, shit, this
drawstring's real tight.
TV up.
Okay.
Okay.
God damn.
God damn boy, yo' mom fine!
Shh!
I love you.
I love you.
Oh, shit.
Okay, let's go to sleep now
so I can be in a deep sleep
before the "bzzt"
at midnight, please.
Nah, come on.
I made coffee.
I got all of Sean's
snacks out here.
We can just stay
up and eat 'em all.
Come on, stay up with me.
It's our last night.
Baby, I can't. I'm exhausted.
I have to go to work tomorrow.
Okay, well, if the buzzer's
gonna keep you up anyway,
what's one tired night
every three months
so we get a little
bit more time?
Come on, just have
coffee with me, eh?
Come on.
Baby, I don't wanna have coffee.
It's gonna make it impossible
for me to go to sleep.
Let's just lay in bed together.
I don't want to lay.
I did that last
night, all right?
I overslept.
I want to spend some time
with you and me, just us.
He's asleep.
Can we hang out, please?
My eyes are half-closed already.
It's my sex ritual,
sex and sleep.
Are you gonna make me
fucking beg you right now?
Miles, chill.
Okay, we can just wake up
early tomorrow morning.
Don't tell me to fucking chill.
Don't tell me to fucking
chill in here, all right?
We don't have tomorrow.
You go to work, and I stay here.
We don't have tomorrow, okay?
- This is almost over!
- Miles, lower your voice.
You hiding out up here?
Uh, I got home from work.
Just been laying here.
Well, I'm playing
bones with Sean,
who keeps saying he's
playing Dad rules,
so I don't get a turn.
I need a break.
I brought you some tea.
Yeah, I know he's a handful
right now, I get it.
No, I'm glad you guys had
a great family weekend.
I'm happy you're both back.
It's a big house.
Thanks, Rainey.
We did have a happy weekend.
You're welcome.
Good.
What's that?
Oh, it's Nancy's painting
of Collin and Janelle's dad.
No! No, no, no.
last week on Blindspotting.
Let's go.
His daddy in San Quentin.
My nigga, your whole
family with the shits?
Hey, I'm with the shits now.
We'll deal with that tomorrow.
Ashley Reynolds,
will you marry me?
Yes.
There's this 48 hour
weekend visitation program
for married couples
at San Quentin.
- Sex!
- ♪ Sex in jail ♪
After you and Sean do
this first weekend,
I thought maybe I
would take the next one
to get a little time with Miles.
Really catching me off guard
with this shit, Rainey.
We moms get to keep
our secrets, don't we?
Only linens in here, right?
Yes, sir.
Okay. Right through
security, please.
Don't be scared, baby.
I'm good.
Come on, come on!
Is this where we're
gonna be staying?
I can't believe
I'm gonna see Dad!
- Come on, come on!
- What's up, man?
- Dad!
- What's up?
Big hug! Big hug!
Hey, baby.
Damn, you look
good as hell, girl.
Oh!
I'm gonna go pick my room.
Beat it.
Well, what are we gonna
do for 48 hours alone?
I wonder, I wonder.
- Wait.
- What?
- What, what, what? No.
- Baby, wait, wait, wait.
What is so important that you...
Turns out,
if it's under $100,
you can wear your wedding ring.
You know I love you, right?
I love you too.
Dad, what's the Wi-Fi?
Um, there is no Wi-Fi here,
my man, unfortunately.
Damn, this place kinda
busted, my nigga.
- What?
- What?
No, I'm not staying.
I was just walking
here with Nancy.
It was really nice
to meet everyone.
I'll walk her out.
All right.
You said it wasn't
a Black church.
It's not.
Everyone in there is Black.
I don't want to be the only
white person in the room
talking about my problems
when everybody else
has my problems too,
but they're also, you know...
- Black.
- Yeah, it's a Black church.
- It's not. Now...
- It's right in the name.
Moses the Black
Episcopal Church.
It's not "Moses, the
Black Episcopal Church."
The saint's name
is Moses the Black,
and then it's a church.
I appreciate you looking out
for me, Nancy, I really do,
but I'm fine.
And if I wasn't, my
first stop isn't church.
I love to paint.
That's my happy place.
Let's go paint then.
Because you seem... off.
I'm not off.
And I would love
to paint with you.
- Fine.
- Fine.
That is an adult word.
You are not allowed
to say that word.
Only mommy can say it.
- Not Dada?
- Oh, boy.
Ugh, no.
You cannot say that word.
That's all that matters.
But why?
Okay. Baby?
I think this may be one
of those teachable moments
that AOC talks about.
So, uh, take it away.
Why do I have to explain it?
Well... you're Black.
Oh.
Okay, well, your
people made it up.
I think we should
stick together on this.
Yeah, okay.
You just can't say it.
You just can't, my bruh.
No... fuck!
Motherfucking goddamn stool!
Motherfucker!
This yo' happy place?
Yes, Nancy. I'm just
out of that tea now.
Okay, look, while
I stand by the idea
that you should come
with me to group,
I apologise for
dragging you there.
I just don't do the Jesus thing.
I wish. I really do.
It seems way better.
I just can't do it.
Okay, I'ma get a rag.
I'm fine.
- We're gonna smoke.
- Okay.
But you chant. You meditate.
You got some God stuff going on.
Nope, no God.
No God?
Not a single amen
uttered earnestly.
Shit.
Miles wears a cross on his neck.
Nah, he just likes the shape.
He says it's a T for Turner.
But if it's a bad word
and it hurts people,
then why does Auntie Janelle
say it, and Tía Trish?
Well, Black people can
say it to each other
because it means
something different.
But it doesn't matter
because you can't say it
until you're older.
But why?
- Miles, we are not doing this.
- He's asking.
- No, he asking.
- We're not doing it.
Um, well, it's hurtful
when white people say
it to Black people
because of slavery and,
uh, systemic inequality,
generational trauma, my bruh.
But Black people...
Adult Black people.
Adult Black people
have reclaimed the word,
and it can now be a
term of endearment,
like "bruh," my bruh.
Okay, all you need
to know is that
you cannot say that
word until you're 14,
and then we can revisit it.
Understood?
Okay.
Okay.
Strong mama.
Strong mom energy.
Just momming the
whole situation.
What's Satanic geometry?
I think you mean systemic
inequality, my bruh.
Um, why don't you go
get that box over
there in the corner
and, uh, clear off the
big table over there,
because Papa needs to do
a little bit of explaining
in a fatherly way.
Come on.
Okay, let's just
assume for a moment
that Jesus was even a real man.
You sure you want to have this
conversation without weed?
I just don't trust the church.
I mean, I go to church,
but I don't necessarily
trust "the church" either.
Look, if you grew up
in Arkansas in 1920
like my mother,
you could get killed
on the side of the road
for no reason at all.
So your faith has
to be unshakable,
even if it was founded
through the only religion
we were allowed to practice,
which didn't quite fit.
Amen, or preach, or
whatever you people say.
- Uh...
- You church people,
not you Black people.
Oh, my God, fuck everything.
Can I say something?
Of course.
Rainey, it's totally fine
and okay to be angry in life.
We all get angry sometimes.
You just need to let
it out on a cup of tea
till you figure
out where to put it
so it doesn't get in your way.
Thank you, Dauntes.
Where have you been hiding that?
It's time for Gold Rush Hour.
Okay, now that the
board is nice and level,
give me all your gold.
Give me all that gold and
give me all that gold.
- No, this is my gold.
- Right here.
- You're not taking it.
- Move the gold.
I'm trying to teach
the boy a lesson.
- No. No...
- Uh-uh, come up off it.
Come up off it.
Phew. Do not look
at this board.
This board, this is
an old, old game.
This is very racist.
Cover these up.
All right, Papa goes first.
I'm gonna be the boot.
Uh-huh.
One, two, three,
four, five, six.
I struck gold.
That's gold rush, baby!
Gimme that bag right there.
That's my haul.
Give me my haul.
Give me my haul. All
right, we got that.
Now I'm gonna go
ahead and go again.
Oh, struck gold again!
Give me that.
Ah, ah.
Gold!
Come on, give it to
me. Give it to me now.
Oh, look at all this gold.
Look at this whole stack
of generational wealth.
I'ma throw this
over my shoulder.
I'm gonna go start
a family empire.
Oh, yeah.
Is it my turn yet?
No.
And that, my boy, is
systemic inequality.
That's one of the many reasons
why you can't say that word
we were talking about, okay?
This game takes place in 1849.
It's not gonna be
another 16 years
before you're even in the game.
And when you're finally in
it, it's still totally rigged.
I wonder if they
have Monopoly here.
'Cause if they do, I
can use that to explain
redlining to him when
we get up to the 1930s.
I mean, I'm gonna make
my way there slow...
Okay, okay, okay, we get it.
You've been reading.
Bedtime. I'm taking
all this gold.
Taking it back from the
man trying to hold us down.
That's not how white
privilege works.
We're going to bed.
This is a... this is a
new world you're building.
Pack it up!
Just let me touch it.
No, we can't. He's
still... he's still up.
Let's just wait a little.
Oh, I don't care.
Okay, what if he's scared
sleeping in the other room?
Oh, oh, hey... Ooh,
girl, cold hands.
Cold hands, cold hands, okay.
- Okay, let's just go for it.
- Oh.
Let's just go...
Just...
Can I sleep with you two?
I want to hang with Dad.
No, no.
No. No.
You want to hang with Dad?
He wants to hang with Dad.
Fuck.
Yeah, man, climb in.
Climb up.
- Oh.
- Oh, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no. Uh...
Go over. Go over.
- Over, kid.
- Come on. Come on.
Okay, I'll just
turn out a little.
Okay.
Sleepover.
Let's go, kid.
Sure, sure, sure.
You don't wanna, you know,
sleep in your own room
or in the living
room with the TV?
Nah.
Cool.
Hey!
Ooh, bugs. What's
your favourite bug?
It's a scorpion fly.
It's really cool.
A scorpion fly? Does it sting?
It actually doesn't sting.
But it has the
butt of a scorpion
and the face of a fly.
Isn't that wild?
Ooh, I was in that pillow.
What time is it?
It's noon.
Noon?
You slept in.
It seems like you
needed the rest.
I can't believe they wake you
up at 5:00 a.m. like that.
We wasted so much time.
Why don't you... why
didn't you just wake me up?
- Fuck.
- Baby, chill out.
We're all here now.
Your son is telling very
interesting stories.
And we've got plenty of time.
Dad, are you gonna
have waffles too?
Waffles?
Yeah, well, if I'm
gonna have waffles,
we gotta have waffles
the way I made them
when I was growing
up, all right?
In order to do that,
I need two waffles.
Hit me.
First thing we're gonna do,
little bit of peanut
butter on each side.
'Cause we don't want
that jam sogginess
to mess up the delicacy here.
Then gonna put a little bit
of jam just on one side.
We're gonna grab a banana,
put some of those banana slices
all up in the middle.
Then we're gonna
take both sides,
we're gonna smoosh 'em together.
And then with
chef-like precision,
we're gonna cut
that thing in half.
Sha-blow.
Breakfast PB and
J... for lunch.
What say you to that?
I-I want one.
Hey, Nancy.
Sorry. Sorry.
Mine are sitting right
by the door, I know it.
It's okay. What
are neighbours for?
Doesn't Trish have a key?
Yeah, it's too
embarrassing to call her.
Thank you.
Oh, there's no reason
to be embarrassed.
I lock myself out
too, plenty of times.
It's not necessarily dementia.
- Okay, don't say it.
- Okay.
You don't have to say the word.
Sorry. Sorry.
The D word.
Why don't you walk
with me for a while
till my date picks me up?
You know, I get
flustered and forgetful
when something is
really bothering me.
Is there anything...
Ashley won't let me come with
them to family visitation
to spend the weekend
with my own fucking kid.
Well, that came right out.
And she knows about the D-word.
Well, you need to sit
her ass down and be like,
"Little girl, I'm coming
to the next visitation."
And just sign yourself up.
She is not in charge.
Yeah, but she is, though.
To her, I'm just
crazy old Maurice.
- Bonjour!
- Bonjour!
Whoa.
- Whoa.
- Oh.
You okay?
Yes.
Yes, I'm fine.
Okay. No, no. You
need to sit down.
Come on.
I wish the boys were five again.
So many great child memories.
Collin ran that
maze so many times.
He peed himself and
just kept on running.
Little nasty-ass boys.
Remember when they took
the sailing classes
over at the boathouse?
I'm still boycotting that place.
They wouldn't let Trish sign
up for the teen sailing program
'cause they claimed
they caught her
teaching the other
girls how to...
Whatever.
- We can't support that place.
- Oh.
I say this with love, but
y'all are hella stubborn.
Why hold a grudge for a decade?
Someone fucks with you,
it's the only power
you have left.
You can't win a grudge
match with Ashley.
Or prison, or time.
Sometimes it just is
what the fuck it is.
And you gotta get
right with that.
All right, you
handsome scoundrel,
this town ain't big enough
for no yellow-bellied bandito.
And I'm the quickest draw
this side of the
Sierra mountains.
Now you put those pistols down!
Never!
Fine! Blaow!
Pause, everyone.
Count. Just the count.
Time out, family.
Hey, Sean, you
want some cookies?
Can we have... ice cream?
I'm sorry, baby.
We're not allowed to
have that in here.
Wow, this place is busted.
Hey, enough chitchat.
Now, I got five in the chamber.
And I aim to use 'em. One,
two, three, four, five.
It's time for the
final showdown!
Ahh!
Come on!
Oh! Oh!
- Blaow!
- Oh, no!
Fake-out. Oh.
Blaow!
Pow.
But the boy was a zombie cowboy!
Not zombie cowboys!
Zombie cowboy!
- I'm alive again!
- Zombie!
Good night, baby.
Night, kid.
I'm still thinking about that
word you said I can't say.
Like, why?
Why is it so bad?
There's plenty of
other bad words.
- Mm-hmm.
- Why is it badder than f...
You better not.
Fudge?
Well played, sir.
Okay. Um...
We are going to tell you
a very, very, very long story.
You might not
understand all of it.
But... we're gonna try.
Sold!
No!
So your people did
that to my people?
Um...
I am your people, man.
I always will be.
You are my people too.
But it is complicated.
So till it makes a
little bit more sense...
you can't use that word, okay?
It's like Voldemort.
Oh!
Hit me.
My man, give me a hug.
Ooh!
I love you.
Love you too, Dad.
Go to sleep.
We'll talk about
this more later.
"It's like Voldemort?"
Really? Okay.
- Well, it worked, didn't it?
- Baby, come on.
Get out of here before
he does something else.
Earl?
Rainey?
- Is this how you know Nancy?
- Eh...
Everybody's at this
fucking church but me.
- Well, I don't think...
- Let me ask you something.
Do you consider
this a Black church?
It's a very Black church.
- It's hella Black.
- I know.
But it's not... It's
not my shit, though.
I just deliver trays here.
The pastor, he
orders food from me
for, like, events and stuff.
And I just say a prayer on
my way out the door to myself
so I don't feel terrible
about the in-and-out.
So no God for you either?
This is my theory.
God...
God is like the N word to me.
Both were given to us unwanted,
reclaimed, reappropriated,
and now they're whatever
Black people need 'em to be.
So you do pray on the way out?
Well, my kind of prayer, yeah.
I just say what's on my mind.
And as long as I'm
honest about it,
then I feel like I'm giving
an adequate amount of faith.
Doesn't sound entirely terrible.
I'm walking your
way. Wanna come?
No, I'm just gonna have
a seat for a few minutes.
Okay.
Later, Rainey.
Hello.
I'm me.
I will suppose a you, I suppose.
I think I am... hitting a wall.
Or boiling over or spilling out.
It's gotten heavy
is what I mean,
this relentless
dread of uncertainty
draped like a cape.
I can smell the metal
and bleach still
from the floors
where blood and spit
and love and death fall,
and my son is behind
the looking glass there.
I am a vagabond
of hollowed wisdom I can't share
and a growing
anger I can't bear.
All the many who's, you know?
Who puts a mother's heart
behind a jagged wire?
Who traps memories
in the desert heat?
What might evaporate
before I get him back
laughing in our kitchen seats?
What can I feed an anger
enough of to make it weak?
What truth to this
powerful powerlessness
can I speak?
Because it has made me weak.
I feel angry
at this... weak.
I just checked on him.
He's out.
Out out?
Mm-hmm.
Shit. Come here.
- Let me get this.
- Oh.
Shield children's eyes.
Mm-hmm. Some of that.
Okay, okay, take-take this off.
Okay.
- Oh, ow!
- Shit. Sorry, sorry.
Sorry, sorry,
sorry, sorry, sorry.
Okay, okay.
Oh.
Let's see, let me
get my pants...
Oh, shit, this
drawstring's real tight.
TV up.
Okay.
Okay.
God damn.
God damn boy, yo' mom fine!
Shh!
I love you.
I love you.
Oh, shit.
Okay, let's go to sleep now
so I can be in a deep sleep
before the "bzzt"
at midnight, please.
Nah, come on.
I made coffee.
I got all of Sean's
snacks out here.
We can just stay
up and eat 'em all.
Come on, stay up with me.
It's our last night.
Baby, I can't. I'm exhausted.
I have to go to work tomorrow.
Okay, well, if the buzzer's
gonna keep you up anyway,
what's one tired night
every three months
so we get a little
bit more time?
Come on, just have
coffee with me, eh?
Come on.
Baby, I don't wanna have coffee.
It's gonna make it impossible
for me to go to sleep.
Let's just lay in bed together.
I don't want to lay.
I did that last
night, all right?
I overslept.
I want to spend some time
with you and me, just us.
He's asleep.
Can we hang out, please?
My eyes are half-closed already.
It's my sex ritual,
sex and sleep.
Are you gonna make me
fucking beg you right now?
Miles, chill.
Okay, we can just wake up
early tomorrow morning.
Don't tell me to fucking chill.
Don't tell me to fucking
chill in here, all right?
We don't have tomorrow.
You go to work, and I stay here.
We don't have tomorrow, okay?
- This is almost over!
- Miles, lower your voice.
You hiding out up here?
Uh, I got home from work.
Just been laying here.
Well, I'm playing
bones with Sean,
who keeps saying he's
playing Dad rules,
so I don't get a turn.
I need a break.
I brought you some tea.
Yeah, I know he's a handful
right now, I get it.
No, I'm glad you guys had
a great family weekend.
I'm happy you're both back.
It's a big house.
Thanks, Rainey.
We did have a happy weekend.
You're welcome.
Good.
What's that?
Oh, it's Nancy's painting
of Collin and Janelle's dad.
No! No, no, no.