Harlem (2021–…): Season 2, Episode 5 - Pride - full transcript

Previously on Harlem...

- Hi.
- You are about to have

the greatest interview
of your career.

Isabela dumped me.

So you're gay now?

I'm still trying
to figure it out, okay?

I'm sorry, I...I don't think
I can do this.

I'm gonna fulfill
my contractual commitment,

and then after that I must go.

That's actually fair.

My ex wants
all my money.



Half?
You must be crazy.

Are you willing to risk
everything to save half?

I don't like sharing control.

I very much like
a woman who is in control.

Let the adventure begin.

I don't know
if I can have kids.

Cami, shit.

I don't even know
how to tell Ian.

What, I'm just supposed
to drop this on him too?

Drop what on me?

♪ Whipping in my old whip ♪

♪ Vibing to my new shit ♪

♪ Shout out
to my loose ends ♪

♪ Said I never do shit ♪



Drop what on me?

Uh, uh, women stuff.

Uh, you know, NuvaRing.

- Vaginal discharge.
- Mm-hmm.

- You know...
- My period.

You know, blood clots.

Mm-hmm.
Oh, like that episode

of I May Destroy You
with the guy just

- playing with the blood clot.
- Mm-hmm.

There are ceremonies
around blood flow

in different cultures
all around the world,

and you know some...

Speaking of ceremonies,

this one's about
to get started.

I'm going to grab our seats?

Um, yes.

I'll let you all, uh, bond
about the blood.

- Yes.
- Funny!

Whew.

Tragically, the fastest way
to clear a room of men

is to talk about the inner
workings of a vagina.

Girls, where is Quinn?

She's not here yet?

No, and we were supposed
to start 10 minutes ago.

I'll text her right now.

Uh, maybe her interview
ran late.

What interview?

Um, she wanted
to surprise you, but Vogue.

I would ask one
of you to stand in,

but I don't want to embarrass
you in your casual dress.

I guess you didn't get
the memo.

Cocktail formal.

It's okay, you're forgiven.

Did she not hear
"Vogue," or...

Casual?

Uh, casual?

Girl.

Quinn, where are you?

This is fucking
Alexander McQueen.

You got to be kidding me!

♪ Sorry that I'm late ♪

♪ It's been a shitty
fucking day ♪

♪ I'm 'onna be okay ♪

♪ I'ma be okay ♪

♪ At least that's what
I'm supposed to say ♪

♪ At least that's
what I 'posed to say ♪

♪ Sorry that I'm late ♪

♪ It's been
a shitty fucking day ♪

♪ And my friends
think I'm fine ♪

♪ I got a lot on my mind ♪

♪ So sorry that I'm late ♪

♪ It's been
a shitty fucking...

Although it gets a bad rap
as one of the deadly sins,

from an
anthropological standpoint,

pride can be good, even vital.

In the '60 and '70s,

"Black is Beautiful"
became a rallying cry,

expressing pride in the way
that Black people looked

from our hair, to our noses,

to our brown skin.

This week, we'll be
celebrating pride in a parade

up Fifth Avenue.

I want you to come tomorrow
with a historical example

of when pride was good
for a culture,

when it was bad,

and when it was decidedly both.

Camille, hey.

Jameson, what are you...

I've been calling
and texting and trying

to get a hold of you.

Oh, that is so weird,

because I haven't gotten anything.

Yeah, you don't have
to do that.

You've either been
blocking me or ignoring me.

I'm not sure which
I should be hoping for.

Yeah, it's just, after
everything that happened,

I just didn't want to give
any, you know,

false impressions,

because Ian and I are together.

Yep, no, I totally
remember that part.

This is actually about work.

Yeah, you know back when
you were trying to find ways

to impress Dr. Pruitt
to get tenure,

you know, when we were
a couple and happy,

I actually applied
for a grant in both our names.

Wait, wha...

You did that
without talking to me?

Well, yeah, I figured,
you know, a high-profile grant

would impress her, but I didn't
want you to be disappointed

if it didn't work out.

But it worked out.

We got the grant,
the McNeill Grant.

Wait, are you...
are you serious?

As serious as a breakup.

25 grand to put together
a presentation

on the role of Black mothers
in society.

So you know, you would do

the anthropological
cultural context,

and I'd handle
the current implication

on our urban centers.

So what do you think?

I can't. I'm...

The whole tenure thing
didn't work out,

and I'm actually looking for
a new teaching position, so...

Even better.

This would totally beef up
your resume.

No, no, no, you...
you got the grant,

and you should do it
without me.

Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm so sure.

I mean, I know that you
are gonna kill it.

Okay, um, well,

if you change your mind,
feel free to unblock me

and let me know.

I did not block you.

Then feel free to unignore me.

Okay, well, um, good luck
with the grant and things,

and, you know, with life
and afterlife.

And actually, I need
my purse, computer,

wallet, keys, and yeah, so.

- I'm also...
- Yeah, no.

I'm not following you.

No, I'm sorry.

I'm going to... I actually
have to go this way.

Okay, so I'm going
to go that way.

- See you, Camille.
- Yep, see you.

Tye.

Plant lady Amy.

Hi.

Happy Pride.

Is it?

You know, I'm having
a really bad day.

Like one of those days where
you fuck up so bad and instead

of getting to
slink off quietly,

you have to go to
the Red Table Talk

and have Jada sprinkle
enlightenment dust on it.

But before that
moment when you're

still just feeling like shit.

Specific.

What did you do?

Nothing, except losing
half of everything

in a fucking divorce.

Oh, shit.

I'm so sorry.

I went through a
divorce myself.

It is a soul-sucking
rocket ride to hell.

At least, I got
custody of my daughter.

Well, I'm not even
getting custody of my shoes.

Half of everything.

Why don't you come
by the store later?

And in honor of Pride
and to cheer you up,

I want to gift you
with a rainbow orchid.

You know, your continued faith
in my plant

parenting skills is admirable.

A little scary, but admirable.

Oh, I have no faith.

Everybody kills orchids.

But this way when you
do, it won't seem so sad.

I'm being reduced
to pity plants?

The tragedy of time
must turn around!

Can I give you a hug, Tye?

My ex-husband might
take half of that,

but I deserve nice things.

Yes, you do!

See you.
I'm coming to get that orchid.

Bye.

Quinn!

Presenting
a Quinn Joseph Pride original.

What do you think?

I not only taste the rainbow,

I touch, hear, see

and smell it too.

Too much?

Oh, girl, like me,
it is so over the top,

it doubles back around
to just right.

I just want
my first Pride to be memorable.

First?
Bitch, every year since we met,

we go and bump into all
of your high school boyfriends.

I mean, my first
as a part of the community.

Oh, got it.

Well, anyway, voilà.

Good news.

You are gifting me
with my own luggage?

I'm borrowing your luggage.

I'm gifting you
with my departure.

What?

Eric got cast as Chip
in a touring production

of Beauty and the Beast.

Brother has cornered the market
on singing teacups.

He needs a subletter
for 10 weeks,

and I'm getting
that Hallmark job money.

So wait, wait, what,
you're moving out?

Like now?

It's just temporary.

But I'm now
a full-ass rent-paying,

job-having, grown woman,

which we both know
I have needed to be.

Okay, cool.

Great.
Come on.

We're going to be late.

You've been wanting me
to grow up and move out.

I thought you'd be happy.

I am happy.
See?

Happy, happy, happy.

Okay, well, after brunch
and before the parade,

we just need to swing by Eric's
so I can drop off some stuff.

He's on the way.

No.

Hm?

No.

My Pride is not gonna be
about moving you.

Do it tomorrow.

I kind of have to go today

because he's giving me keys,

and he wants to show me

what to do with his cat,

but then it's me
and you and Pride...

After we stop
and get a Mophie pack.

I cannot risk a dead battery.

The guy from Central Park
is going to call today.

And I like this guy.
He's hot and sweet.

When does that combo ever work?

I know, I know, waiting for
a man to call is not my thing.

But let me tell you
the whole urban cowboy part,

where I masterfully rode
both a man and a Citi Bike.

Angie, stop.

Can I please just have one day
where it's not all about you?

What is up with you?

Because ever since
your little Vogue interview,

you have been
a real B-I-T-C-cunt.

This is not about Vogue.

Okay?

All I wanna do today is
just have fun at Pride.

But instead I have to listen
to how you're moving out,

and now you are fucking
some guy that you're probably

not even going to remember
his name next week,

but now we're waiting
for him to call you,

which means that my day is
gonna be about waiting

for him to call you.

No.

I just need today
to be a happy day,

not one where I'm expected

to put myself
on the back burner

for your nonsense.

So me growing up, new man,
new home, is nonsense?

You spend the day
with your community,

and maybe I find
some new community, too.

Well, good.

- Good.
- Gucci good.

Yeah, yeah, my Gucci good.

And don't you dare slam
the door when you walk out.

Slow slam.

Bitch.

What did Ian say
about Jameson

coming to your classroom?

Uh, no, I didn't mention it.

Ian is still stressing
about the whole Mira

money wedding thing.

Admittedly, I'm new
to how love works,

but you're lying
about your eggs,

lying about your ex.

You don't need Google Maps
to see where this is going.

I am not lying.

I am just withholding
unnecessary information

about seeing Jameson.

And with
the whole fertility stuff,

I just...

I need to sort
through my feelings

before I share them.

Do I want kids?

Have I ever wanted kids?

Or am I just socialized
to think that all women

are supposed to want children?

Maybe I am just supposed
to be the auntie

with the really nice clothes
that the kids can't touch.

I can't answer that either,
and I'm freezing my eggs.

But I think because
you all discussed

having some ashy-ass rug rats
running around, at some point,

you should start
the conversation now.

Ignoring the situation
does not make it go away.

Trust me and half
my goddamn bank account

on that one.
What?

OMG, look at what the cat ate,
choked on, and regurgitated.

Do you guys like?

I made it myself.

Oh, then we know who to blame.

Oh, come on, we all have
our own LGBTQIA+ identity.

Yes, and yours is UGLY+.

- Stop it.
- Sorry.

Is your entire party here?

Yes.

Oh, did Angie have

an audition or something?

No.
She's housesitting,

or subletting, or whatever.

Honestly, I don't know.
She's fine.

Can we not spend all morning
talking about her?

Except for it was
three seconds,

and one question.

Sorry, it's just
that this is my first Gay Pride

being a part
of the community,

and I'm super excited.

And I just need this
to be a positive, fun day.

Quinn, are you okay?

Yes, oh, my gosh,
I'm totally okay.

Oh, Tye, I was wondering
if maybe you might help me

set up a profile
on your app before the parade.

Potential love is waiting.

Wow, you're over
Isabela already?

Uh, yah.

Oh, my God, I'm all
about moving forward.

Does your app have
a bi section or questioning?

My app has a box
for every kind of box.

Ooh, found it.

Ah, new love, here we come.

Aw, this Vogue interview
has given us

our optimistic Quinn back.

Yes, and it is
all going my way.

Why is Dr. Pruitt
calling me on a Sunday?

I do not want to deal
with work today, okay?

And technically,
I quit, so I don't need

to impress her anymore.

Okay, I am running out
the clock on Columbia,

- so fuck Dr. Pruitt.
- Okay then.

But then again, I might need
her for a job recommendation.

- Hi, Dr. Pruitt?
- What just happened?

Camille, how soon
can you get to my house?

Today is Pride,
so I actually was gonna...

Oh, great.

15 minutes sounds perfect.
Listen, it's an emergency.

Bring your laptop and all
the Seneca Village research

you have.

Uh, is... is everything oka...

H-hello?

Oh, shit.

I gotta go, you guys.

No, but Pride!

I know, I know, I'm sorry,

and I hope that this
doesn't take too long.

I will find you guys
at the parade,

or I will see you later
at Tye's party.

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay.

Bye.

Aren't we lucky
that we're our own bosses?

So lucky.

And even luckier

that we get to be queer bosses

together at the parade.

Uh, yeah, fuck, no.

I have pride.
Not a fan of the parade.

Oh, but please!
I want you to be my guide.

Okay, sure.

Lesson number one:
you should have gone

to the Dyke March
and Harlem Pride.

Today is going to be
a hot, crowded mess

of shirtless, mostly white men,
who are all drunk.

With this Brandon shit,
I am not in the mood.

Oh, but please, come on.

'Cause with me,
you're gonna have so much fun.

And also, don't you have
your big Q anniversary party

- down there, anyway?
- Which I should cancel.

Why promote a business
I'm about to lose half of?

Sorry, no.

Tye, I don't want
to get into it,

and please do not ask
any questions,

or please do not tell Camille,

but I have had
a very hard few days.

I just need a friend
and a really fun day.

You're serious.

Normally I would not ask,
but with Angie gone,

I would just get back into bed.

Of course.

You know I got you.

And I won't press it,
but if you ever need to talk...

I don't need to talk.
I just need fun.

Okay, and you're sure
Pride is the fun you want?

Yes.
You and me and Pride.

Girl, you done lost
your goddamn mind.

You look like a Cuervo lady.

Try some Cuervo,
special Pride tequila.

Oh, my God, thank you!

Come on, gay tequila.

Damn.

All right,
sí se puede, let's go.

You don't know
where he got that from.

Excuse you.

We need to celebrate
our Pride spirit.

Come on, take a picture
with me,

'cause I wanna remember
how much fun we're having!

Mwa!

Trust me, I will never forget
how much fun I'm having.

You know what you are?

You are the Grinch
who Stole Pride Spirit.

Stop saying "Pride Spirit."

"Pride Spirit" is just pride.

How do you know

if you don't even have it?

- Okay.
- Ooh, titties.

It's okay, I'm gay.

No, it's not.
On behalf of all women,

it's really not.

Oh, my God, I see
what you're talking about

with these
drunk gay white men.

Yes, it's why I'm having

the Q Anniversary Party tonight.

We need some melanin, stat.

Happy Pride, ladies.

Oh, happy Pride Spirit!

I love my gay son.

- Oh, yay!
- It's okay. It's okay.

Oh, I'm having so much fun.

I'm not having any fun.

Quinn.

Quinn, tell me
what is going on.

I just...I...

oh, thank you, fair maiden!

Fly away.
Happy Pride Spirit!

All right, "celebrate Pride
with the founders

of the new preeminent
queer POC dating app."

Tye, they stole your idea.

- What the fuck?
- Uh-uh, oh, hell no.

We got to sue, girl.

We got to issue
a cease and d...

something.

Girl, I should have ate.

Yes, I'ma sue the fuck...

but why?

Why am I fighting
to protect something

that's not even mine anymore?

Oh, my God, yes.

This is the solution.

Brandon can't have half
if there's nothing to have.

I will shut Q down
and start over.

So fuck Brandon.

It's a wrap.

Today is RIP Q.

R-S, T-U-V,

W-X, Pride and Z.

Ho, Pride!

Surprise!

Quinn. Quinn.

Hurry up.

Your cat is freaking me out, Eric.

What do you want?

You just sit there
all day and do nothing,

looking mildly over it,

and wait for everyone
to cater to you.

Oh, shit, am I a cat?

And I know it's not
the biggest deal,

but I really like this guy.

And I don't get why Quinn
had to be so mean about it.

Done.

This teacup
is ready for Europe.

Okay.

Honey, we are
flying coach in here.

Cats...

Relax, he's gonna call you.

I know.

I just don't have
any bars in here.

You also have no view, no AC,

and after 10:00 p.m.,
no hot water.

Let's do something.

If we wait here until you have
to go to the airport,

I'm just gonna stare
at my phone.

And then I'm the bitch
who's waiting on a man to call.

We could have sex
for old time's sake.

We could, but then again,
no bars if he calls.

Well, fuck him.

That's what I wanna do.

Oh, let's go walk
around the parade.

We can post
on your little TikTok

and make Quinn jealous
of all the fun we're having.

Not the biggest fan
of shirtless white guys.

That's just another thing
we have in common.

Facts.

But last year I was
in New York, why not?

Let's go.

- Okay, thank you.
- Okay.

- Whoa, watch the table now.
- Okay, I'm gonna

- put my butt...
- Watch it.

This way, all right.

This is too much ass
for your apartment, honey.

No, I don't know
the three-digit code.

'Cause I don't have the card.

I didn't open the account.

I'm going
to look into this.

Please hold.

Yes, I'll hold.

God, I better not still be
in the middle of this.

I better be in the middle
of wrapping this up.

One more second.

Can you please hold?

Yes, I'll hold, again.

Did you bring my Diet Coke?

I texted you.

Text, right, um,

I think I actually
left my phone at home

when I was getting
my work, so I can go back.

Yes, but that would leave me
sitting here and waiting,

and waiting is not my thing.

- Copy.
- Did I just get

a waft of liquor
on your breath?

No.
That is brunch champagne.

It's not actually alcohol.

Well, let's leave
that conversation

for you and your sponsor
at some future 12-step meeting.

Hello, ma'am?

Hello, look, sir,

I don't have
a 16-digit number on the card

because I don't have the card.

I didn't open the account.

Do you understand what the...

...fuck! God damn it!

Hello?

This is not happening.

Uh, what is not happening?

Do you remember my TA, Aisha?

Yes, I really liked her.
I thought she did a good...

She's an endless nightmare.

- Endless.
- Right.

Turns out Aisha from Belize
was, in fact,

a white girl named Beth
from Ohio.

You got Dolezaled?

She not only stole
our cultural identity,

but she stole
my personal identity.

This bitch opened
four credit cards in my name.

- Oh, no.
- And the worst thing is

that she plagiarized

the part of the research
that I was responsible for

on our Seneca Village project.

Wow.

So I guess maybe not
having me in charge

was, like, not the best idea.

And even less of a good idea
is blaming me

with a side of "I told you so."

That's fair.

So we need to audit
all her research,

pull everything,
and I have to figure out

how I can explain this
to the dean

without admitting I made
a mistake in who I hired.

I'm sorry.

But you know what?

I am here now.

I really wish that
made me feel better.

We also have to move fast,
because I have

a very important dinner
tonight, okay?

Okay, um, so I can start
by compiling some lists:

one of what we have,
one of what is missing,

and then we can start brainstorming

on some new angles
for what we can salvage.

Great start.
And Camille...

It's okay.
There's no need to thank me.

I wasn't going to.

I do need that Diet Coke,
because my head

feels like it's gonna explode

in a million fucking pieces.

Right. Right.

Um, okay, I can make this...

I'll do that.

I'm shutting down Q,
effective immediately.

Call me.

Complimentary queer vodka,
courtesy of Absolut Pride.

Ooh, thank you!

Do you think you
should be drinking?

- Mmm.
- Okay.

Oh, my God, queer vodka tastes
just like straight vodka.

- No!
- Yay, equality!

Oh, my gosh, it's so nice
that so many alcohol companies

support Pride Spirit.

Or is that weird?

Should I...should we
be drinking this much?

Oh, my God.

Mom?

She has barely said a word
to me since I told her,

and now she is here?

Bitch, hold my drink.

But Quinn...
Quinn!

Mom.

Quinn!

You look like Rainbow Brite
shit on a piece of muslin.

I'm sorry.

They serve a lot
of alcohol here.

Mommy, what are you doing here?

Oh, Isabela
asked me to help out.

She's here?

On a break.

And for whatever it's worth,
I want you to know

I told Isabela she made
a big mistake with you.

Especially now that you're
going to be in Vogue.

Mom, can I have a hug?

No, we're not here for that.

We hug all the time.

We do?

Yes. You shoo.

There's a line of men
wanting a mommy.

I'll hug you next weekend.

Hi.

She's not gonna hug me
next weekend.

No, probably not.

But I will.

Are you ready to talk now?

Don't we have
your Q party to go to?

Shit, fuck!

Okay, so we still have
the stuff

from the AME Zion Church.

What if we came from the angle
of the Black church

being a foundation?

Not so much
from a religious standpoint,

but more
from property owning,

and how they also empowered
their members

to purchase lots
in Seneca Village.

That's actually a good idea.

Even when you're
giving me a compliment,

I feel like I should apologize.

Well, that's more on you
than me.

Now, enough talk.

I need this done
and you gone before my dinner.

It... it smells really good.

I didn't know that you cooked.

My boyfriend cooks, too.

He's... he's a chef.

You... you would like him.

Maybe not.

Excuse me.

Hey, I'm making your gumbo.

But... but you said
you could today.

Okay, no, okay,

just slow... slow down.

Why are you talking so fast?

I'm not accusing
you of anything.

I was looking forward to...

Okay, why don't we
reschedule it now?

Well, no, because
if we wait,

it's gonna be months
before we...

oh, come on.

You can make an exception
for your mother.

Pick a day.

I'll make it work.

No, I can.

You are really talking fast.

Do I need to come and get you?

Angela?

I, uh... didn't know
that you had a child.

Well, now you do.

My mom flakes on me
all the time,

so I know how this feels.

No, you don't.

You don't know how this feels.

And any instinct you have
to say something right now,

fight it.

Hello, Dean Matthews.

No, it is a bit of a mess.

Today?

Right now?

Yes, sure.

Sure, I'll be... I'll be there.

So as it turns out,

I would've had to cancel
my dinner

to go stand
before this firing squad

anyway.

It all worked out.

- I'll go with you.
- What?

Look, I'm leaving Columbia anyway.

I'm happy to take the blame.

And, um, any instinct you have
to say something, fight it.

Yo.

♪ Everybody
hands up high ♪

♪ Make 'em feel alive...

Camille?

♪ Everybody
hands up high ♪

♪ 'Bout to come alive ♪

♪ 'Bout to be a party
in the sky, uh...

♪ I need that paper ♪

♪ What's that,
that beep beep ♪

♪ Oh that's just my pager ♪

♪ No handshakes
with strangers ♪

♪ Married to the money
so my best friend's a banker ♪

♪ Oh wallet, wallet out ♪

♪ Take off like a kenny
so you know I'm shorting out ♪

♪ I'ma make it happen
the party is jumpin' ♪

♪ And jumpin' and jumpin' ♪

♪ Just have to do
some convincin' ♪

♪ Now everybody
hands up high ♪

♪ Make 'em feel alive...

Is this my phone?

Hey, Quinn, it's Ian.

Ian who?

Walker, Camille's Ian.

Have you, uh...

No,
we're at Tye's Q party.

Camille's not here.

She had some very...

...important things to do.

Okay, bye-bye.

Yeah, I bet she does.

I think Ian
and Camille just called.

Well, call them back and
tell them not to bother coming.

I'm just gonna announce
the end of Q anyway.

I don't even wanna be here.

But it's your party.

The party is over.

It's all bullshit.

I don't wanna be reminded
of my fuck-ups,

and that's all Q will be now.

Might as well make it official.

♪ I took a loss
then I bounced back ♪

♪ Yeah, I doubled that,
doubled that...

Excuse me, you're
Tye Reynolds, right?

I'm sort of busy.

Wait, Tye.

Hey, everybody.

Um, I have some news
I'd like to...

What the fuck?

My Paula says
she wants to thank you,

so please let her thank you.

Sorry.

Go ahead.
Thank me.

I heard about this party,
and I wanted to meet you,

even though Pride sucks
and the Dyke March yesterday

is way better.

I am 56 years old.

I live in the middle
of the woods,

and I resolved myself
to a lonely life.

But my nephew got me
a month on your app,

and I answered some questions,
and my Mae

answered some questions,

and it said
that we should meet,

and we did.

And I am not lonely
in the woods anymore.

You did that.

And it wouldn't be right
to not say thank you.

Sorry, Tye.

What were you going to say?

Um...

You know what?

Q thanks you too.

Happy fucking Pride, people!

- Hi.
- ...so much.

- Hi.
- Of course.

Wow. [gasps] Wow.

Oh, my God.

Thank you. Wow.

Relax.
He's going to call you.

I know.

But what if he doesn't?

You're Angie.

You're funny.

You're engaging.

And as someone who has had
sex with you,

I promise he will call.

Mm, you call right away.

Shit, they all call right away.

But not Mike.

Fuck, I do not wanna become
the "waits for a man

to call" bitch.

Ah, then focus
on something else.

You are too special
to feel bad about yourself.

Aw, you are the best ex
a girl could ask for.

Ditto, sister.

Oh, shit, I am at 5%!

We passed a phone store.
We can go in there and charge.

Oh, but it's your
last few hours in New York.

Have fun.
We'll catch up later.

- Okay, girl.
- Bye, baby.

Excuse me.

Oh, shit, 4%.

Move, move, out of my way!

I have to get to a phone store!

Oh, shit!

Quinn, I owe you
an apology and a thank-you.

Pride Spirit is real, girl,
and I caught that shit.

Aww.

Now, tell me:
what is going on?

Vogue.

What about it?

Oh, my God, they're here.

Did you invite the Vogue crew?

I think.

My publicist made
the guest list.

Oh, shit, girl.
Sorry, I gotta go.

Oh. okay.

Oh, shit, shit, shit, shit.

Sorry, sorry, are you okay?

- Sorry.
- Hey, Quinn.

No, no, please,
don't talk to me, thank you.

It's not our fault
your interview got canceled.

Cancelled?

You son of a bitch!

Oh, my God!

Help! Security!

Hey,
what's going on in there?

Get off me!
Get off me!

Leave me alone!

Oh, you gonna throw me
out the back door?

No, get your hands off of me.

Thank you very much.

Okay.

Oh, y'all want to film this?

I'm glad y'all
are filming this.

So I have proof
when I sue everybody.

Wait.

Ma'am, walk away.

Go guard a painting
or some shit.

Okay, bothering me.

Oh, shit, what?

Oh, we running.

Quinn!

Quinn, is that you?

Girl!

- Oh, my God.
- Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

I am so happy
to see you, girl.

I am so sorry about what
happened this morning.

I have had the worst day ever.

Bitch, you are telling me.

I forgive you.

Oh, do you have a Mophie?

Always.

And once again,
Quinn saves the day.

Thank you, baby.

Now why was your day so bad?

Oh, my gosh, girl,
I just saw the...

Oh! Oh, my God, I knew it.

I knew he would call.

Hey, Mikey.

Oh, one second.

Are you okay?

It's okay, I promise you.

You go answer your call.

I know you've been waiting
for him all day.

I'll see you at...
oh, shit, I moved out.

You did.
All good.

I promise.

I am gonna have
a good rest of the day.

Hey...

We'll catch up later.

Bye, girl.

Ugh.

But sometimes pride
is about protecting ego

at all costs.

My man.

We need to talk.

At those times,
pride can do

unimaginable damage.

♪ Load me in a can
and hit you with the damage ♪

♪ You don't know
how I move ♪

♪ I'm a phantom ♪

♪ When I rattle, shit
be rainy like Seattle ♪

♪ Hit the chapel
break the shackles ♪

♪ Blast off ♪

♪ Then I'm diving ♪

♪ Drowning I'm leaning
I roll in the weeds ♪

♪ I'm outta my corner
I'm bobbing and weaving ♪

♪ I'm floating I'm stinging ♪

♪ I lop it like Rondo ♪

♪ I hit 'em with combos ♪

♪ I hit 'em, I hit 'em with ♪

♪ One, two, like Ali ♪

♪ Heh, that go crazy ♪

♪ Better not come
into my reach ♪

♪ I go crazy ♪

♪ Load me in the can
and hit you with the damage ♪

♪ You don't know
how I move ♪

♪ I'm a phantom ♪

♪ I go crazy, I go brazy ♪

♪ Take me out myself ♪

♪ I go ♪

♪ Then it hit me
like it's NFL ♪

♪ Roadrunner hit the gas ♪

♪ They like
"What that smell?" ♪

♪ Way up, way up ♪

♪ Out of body ♪

♪ Ooh I got it ♪

♪ Maserati ♪

♪ I can't stop it ♪

♪ Look at me, yeah ♪

♪ Out of body ♪

♪ Look at me ♪

♪ Out of body ♪

♪ One-two like Ali ♪

♪ Heh, that go crazy ♪

♪ Better not come into
my reach ♪

♪ I go crazy ♪

♪ Load me in the can ♪

♪ And hit you
with the damage ♪

♪ You don't know
how I move ♪

♪ I'm a phantom ♪