I Am the Night (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - I Am the Night - full transcript

It is hard raising
a mixed-race child.

Who's Fauna Hodel, Mama?

You.
You're Fauna Hodel.

I'm leaving.
I'm gonna find my real family.

What brings you to Los Angeles?

I'm visiting my grandfather.

I've never met him.

Well, that will interesting.

You... You're the one
that wrote that article

- about Dr. George Hodel?
- George Hodel? Yes.

You were right about him.
Got to keep looking.



Your grandfather
is a very dangerous man.

Stay away from him.

Pat!

There you are!

Come on!

Girls, your cousin is here!

Patta's here!

What are you doing here?

He asked me to come, Tina.

It's probably just
a mix-up is all.

Tina can take you on the bus.

The number 71
will take you up there.

I don't want to go
all the way across town.

I got plans tonight.



How you gonna be so mean
to your cousin?

It's gonna take two hours
to get there, Big Momma.

Oh come on, Tina.
Don't be a flake!

I'll get lost.

Why you gonna leave her stranded
like that?

Of course you're gonna take her.

Yes, Big Momma.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

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Oh, no, no, no.
Not today, ma'am.

I paid, I paid.
Open this goddamn door.

No, no. She does... You never pay.
I have money.

How do you know
she don't have any money?

- Get off my bus!
- I have money!

- I'll pay for her.
- Get off my bus!

- I said I'll pay for her.
- Unless you gonna pay.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

You should see the other girl.
I kicked her ass.

Not a scratch on her.

So, uh, what are doing here?

Eating grapes off the wallpaper?

Janice Brewster on the slab.
Plus 400 words.

Better late than never.

But I got something so much
better than this garbage, Peter.

It's gonna blow your hair back.

I got an anonymous phone call
last night.

You'll never guess
who it's about.

Who?

Dr. George Hodel.

Nuts.

- No, it's Dr. George Hodel.
- Ah shit, Jay, that...

I am telling you,
I got a feeling...

- You know...
- ...something is up.

This call means something.

There's a crack.

Okay Jay, first of all,
that trial was 10 lifetimes ago.

And second,
you already tried this.

- He walked. End of story.
- Okay, but what if the...

What if the phone call
has new information?

What if she has
n-new information?

You want me to mess around
with a libel case

that nearly took down
an entire paper?

I'd like you to mess around
with the truth, Peter.

Because this... this...
It is the truth.

- I know it's the truth.
- Oh, y... oh, you know it?

Okay, but Hodel's daughter,
Tamar...

Is that her name?

She took it back, Jay,
in the end. Am I right?

That's what they said.
Then I couldn't find her.

They shipped her off to a convent.
Yeah.

Mm. What if this phone
call was Tamar Hodel?

And what would she say?
We got to find out.

I am not jumping in
a bag of snakes with you, Jay.

I am not doing it.
You ain't a kid anymore, Jay.

You know that stunt you pulled?
You didn't just screw yourself.

You know that? Decent guys
got shit-canned because of that.

Of course...
Of course I know that!

Joe Kline
drank himself to death.

- God, of course I...
- Are you friggin' kidding me?

You don't think I know that
every day?

It is so easy for you.

It is so easy.

I lost my entire life...

And th... and those guys,

yeah, they got... they...
They got screwed, fine, sure.

But I...

But I was telling the...
What was right, Peter.

And then they string me up
as a liar and a faker forever?

What f... what game are we in?

If I could just...

If I could just prove it...

No. No.

- ...even... even a... even a...
- No.

But...
But even just a part of it.

- No. No.
- Even just a part of it.

No.
A thousand times no.

You can't prove it.

You already tried.

You can't.

Come on, Jay.
Power never changes.

You run with those dogs again,
they'll bury you 10 feet deep.

It's got nothing to do with
right or wrong or the truth.

You got to remember
who runs this city.

Justice in this town
is a protection racket.

You can't fix it because
it's already fixed, man.

The fix is in,
and it's not gonna change.

George Hodel?
Are you kidding me?

It was all some far-out stuff,
Jay.

I mean, his daughter...

She came across twitchy,
hysterical,

like the Salem witch trials.

Right?

She accused him of that murder,
that crazy murder.

I mean, Hodel might be
a lot of things,

but he sure as hell
isn't the bogeyman.

Go on.

Come on, let's go home.

Ain't nobody here.

Hello?

Hello?

Dr. Hodel?

Dr. Hodel?

But he told me to come.

Come on, let's go home.

This is bullshit.
Ain't nobody here.

Come on.
We got someplace else to be.

I don't understand.

Tina, he asked me to come here.

Patta, come on.

Terrence Shye!

Hello!

Hey, hey.

- I am good.
- Good, good.

This is my cousin, Pat.
I mean Fauna.

She in from Nevada
for a few days.

She's staying with us.

Hey. Hey, Fauna.

Hi.

This is Nero.

All right, Fauna.

- Jodie!
- You know, I love me a cousin.

Hold up, hold up, hold up,
hold up, hold up.

What you mean by cousin?

She my cousin.

How she gon' be your cousin?

Her mama is my auntie.
So we cousins.

Yeah, but she ain't...

She black.
She mixed though.

No she ain't.
There ain't no way.

- With them eyes?
- Hey, man, leave her alone.

Ain't no colored girl.
Let me see your hands.

I've got my birth certificate.

$10 to see it.

Shit.

I'll give you more than $10 if
you want to give me a kiss.

- Leave her alone.
- Come on, now...

- No.
- ...don't play hard to get.

No.

I need it for one room.

Look, he got three jobs
and still can't get a room.

- He can't get a job.
- He can't get a job.

Do you have the education?

I got the education, miss.

Well, then I don't know
what your problem is.

- And you have a job?
- Yes. I'm working.

Oh, we're working too. Congratulations.
And I'm paying my rent.

- Are you?
- -I'm trying.

I love your hair.

Thanks.

All that relaxer and hot comb?
You don't need it.

"I-I-If any white man
in the world says"

give me liberty
or give me death,

the entire white world applauds,

but a black man says
exactly the same thing,

"th-then he's judged a criminal
and treated like one."

Now you just stealing that from...
How you doin'?

You gonna act like
you don't hear me now?

Hey, come sit by me, sister.

Come on.

Ignore that fool.

Need a drink?

No, thank you.

I've seen it change
too many people.

Starts in laughter,
ends in tears.

Well, what are you doin' here?

Flashing your birth certificate
around,

it seems like hard work.

Well, it's...
it's a long story.

I'll give you three sentences.

Well, uh...

I found out I'm adopted.

My white family, or at least
my white grandfather,

he's here in Los Angeles.

I've come to find my real mother
who gave me up.

Or my father.

Well, that's more than
three sentences.

Yes, it was.

Told you it was a long story.

So your father is black?

Mm-hmm.

That's all it takes, huh?

Just that one drop
will hold you down forever.

Yeah, maybe I'll find him.

I think you will.

I think y'all are both having

a little bit too much
of a good time.

She knows I'm a soldier
though. She knows I'm...

- 'Cause you weren't there.
- You know.

These... these are... Look.
I walk straight. I'm not...

You're not... You're not
walking straight, man.

You're not walking straight.

This is straight.
This is straight.

What you were doing before
was not straight.

Xander, come on, now.

You know you can't
walk straight.

...He ain't lyin'.

- I love y'all.
- You can't.

...You got that right.

Fauna! Come on!

Hey, Lilly.

Come on. Wake up.

Hey, doll.

HI.

I was just hoping
that we could...

- Come on.
- ...you know...

- Come on. Come on.
- I was thinkin'...

- Hi. Hi.
- There you go.

I just wanted to see you.

I know.
Of course you did.

Come on.

No, no, no.
No, no, no.

No, no, no. No.

No, Lilly.

Lilly, no.

Where are you, Tamar?

No, no, no, no.

God.

Why, you are all twisted up.

I'm great.
Never better.

Never better.

What happened, Jay?

Convent.
Why a convent?

We had the world by the balls,
didn't we?

I thought we did.

I thought we did.

Here's the crazy thing, Lilly.

I feel like I could, uh,
I feel like I could fix it,

- like I could get it back.
- Oh, God.

I was gonna be this big hotshot
hot-shit reporter,

and then I got tangled up
in this George Hodel story,

and it... man...

It just...

It destroyed everything
in its path,

like, uh...
like a biblical plague,

like a, uh...

like a devil's shadow,

blackening the grass
it falls upon.

I was supposed to be an actress.

I can prove everything
if I find that daughter.

So go find the daughter.

But she was hiding secrets.

I'll find her.

And I'll nail the story to
the goddamn doors of the Times.

Like Martin Luther, right?

"The Redemption and Resurrection
of Jay Singletary,"

by Jay Singletary.

Are you holding, baby?

Hey, Lilly, you get around.

You must have some nun friends,
don't you?

That's your kind of gang, huh?

What are you talking about?

This daughter got sent
to a convent... Tamar.

Does that name ring a bell?
Tamar Hodel?

Jesus, she must be 30 by now.

I don't even know
if she's still there.

Do nuns move?

You're a loser.

Give me five bucks for a cab.

You want cab fare?

Huh?

Yeah.

I'm gonna call you a cab.

No. You know what?
Just give me the money. I'll...

- Here.
- I'll get it.

Yeah.

You want me to stay?

Let me call... let me j...
Let me call you a cab.

Screw you, asshole.

Lilly, come on.
I don't want to do this shit.

- I know you're holding.
- I'm not. I...

- Screw you, Jay!
- What?! What?!

- You turned me on.
- I didn't turn you...

I didn't stick a needle
into my arm.

That is your creature-feature,
sweetheart.

Yeah, frailty,
thy name is woman!

You know that one?!

Well, now.
Good morning.

Good morning.

Some night, huh?

Yeah.

Y'all have fun?

Yeah, it was nice.

Tina still sleeping?

Uh, yes, ma'am.

So what you gonna do now, girl?

Did Jimmy Lee...

Did she ever say anything about
my... my real mama?

Jimmy Lee is your real mama.

If all you want to
talk about is blood,

then, no, I don't know nothin'
about your adoption.

But I know that
Jimmy Lee loves you.

Yeah, I know.
And I love her.

We just fight so awful.

Well, everybody fights
with Jimmy Lee.

She fights the entire world,
sugar.

But that's just family.

That's just life.

Yeah, I know.
It's just...

It's hard not to wonder.

We're just so different.

I'm different.

I'm tired of it,

and even when she's telling me
that, you know,

"you're different
than everybody else."

If I could just find
my real mom and dad,

then maybe I wouldn't be.

You know, if could just see 'em.

Baby, you are welcome
to stay here

till Jimmy Lee
comes knocking heads.

Ooh.
What about that... that...

That... that...
That Terrence Shye?

Ain't he something?

He's a good boy.

You know, Nina and Tina
have known him for 10 years.

I keep saying one of them
should marry that boy.

Hello?

Hold on.

It's for you.

Hello? Dr. Hodel?

Hey, girl. How you doin'?

I bet you ain't know
I had this number, huh?

Hey, listen.
Why don't you, uh...

Why don't you come out
with me tonight?

- I'll take you to a movie or...
- No thank you, Nero. Uh...

Listen, I'm telling you now,
don't play hard to get with me.

Is this that Nero?

Don't be messing with my girls,
Nero.

I'm sorry.
I-I didn't give him your number.

I-I gave it to my grandfather
because I didn't have a number.

It's all right.
It's all right.

Honey, I have known Nero
for years.

Bad apple, rotten tree.

No. You said "office."
I went to King Eddy's.

I didn't know you had
an actual, uh...

- ...No.
- ...uh, closet.

Sit. Sit. It's kind of
embarrassing, Peter, honestly.

No.
No. No.

I really like what you've done
with the place. It's...

Yeah.
Okay, fantastic.

Bye. Goodbye.

Okay, I was having a good day,

doing good deeds,
but you screwed me.

What the hell
are you talking about?

You messed up, jackass. No, I didn't.
I gave you a great story.

Mnh-mnh. Janice Brewster...
the girl in the morgue? Yeah.

Yeah, she was turning tricks
on Hollywood and Vine.

Confirmed by LAPD.

Ah, sh...

I... Shit, Peter.

I mean, I don't know.
Her mother didn't know.

And I don't know what to tell you.
Yeah, I'm shocked.

Guess what? You're scooped by
the Sun Examiner.

"Bloody Romeo
Slays Ingenue."

So the "Bloody Romeo" I'm guessing
is the... Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

He's the gentleman who killed
Janice. Yeah?

That's actually good.
Bevo Means coined that.

She's clever. It's not... It's not...
It's not great.

It's got a real
old Hollywood feel to it.

It's just bad.

Now, late last night,
this came in.

The fuzz picked up
"Brody Stiles" in Watts.

He copped to killed Janice,
I guess,

after
"intensive questioning."

Right, because
no one would admit

to something they didn't do.
Well, you know, got to be a reason

- they liked him for it, right?
- He's an easy collar.

You fix it.

Start with Brody Stiles
and do the goddamn work.

- Report something, Jay, okay?
- I will.

Show me you ain't like every
other goof I got working for me

who makes one flippin' phone
call and calls it a day, okay?

- Find a new angle.
- Did a goof do this?

This is talent.
This is... th... y...

- This is my lens.
- Find a new angle...

Angry Negro fed up with society,
oversexed white girl,

I don't care,
but it better sing.

You know what? You're competing
with the Sun Examiner.

You know what
I'm gonna give you?

I'm gonna give you
a tight, clean 300

about how she was abducted
by space aliens.

Do you want to follow drunk
starlets like a peeping Tom?

Or do you want to report? Huh?
That's probably better than this.

Hey, I still got the "Sleaze
Team" for the rest of the year,

I can do what I want
on the side.

So take your assignment,
say, "Thanks, boss..."

- Thanks, boss.
- ...and today, Jay. Today.

Stupid me. There's probably
something in here

about a two-headed baby.

- Do you know what?
- No, no, no. There is.

- I'm sure there is.
- Find meaning in it.

- Find meaning in it. Okay?
- I just have a gut...

- I feel good about this.
- That's your job.

Yeah?
What?

And you're right, you're right.

You're right.
I'll make it right.

Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait wait, wait.

- I'll make it right.
- By 6:00 p.m.

Something fascinating, amazing,
Pulitzers all around!

Pulitzers all around.
I'm gonna take this.

Pulitzers all around!

What?

Hello?

Hello.
Uh, Corinna Hodel?

Who's calling, please?

Mrs. Hodel, this is Fauna.
Fauna Hodel?

Tamar's daughter.

I-I-I called earlier.

That's... Well, not quite right.

Mrs. Hodel?

It's Huntington now.

You called me before?

Yeah.
Two nights ago.

I'm afraid you're mistaken,
child.

Or at least,
you never called me.

Well, I-I...
I need to talk to you.

What do you want?

Well, I was hoping that you
could help me to find Tamar.

I need your help.
Please.

I'm very sorry to be
the one to tell you that...

Tamar is deceased.

Dead?

Um...

Uh, Doc... Dr. Hodel, he...

He didn't mention that.

I'm afraid I'm not feeling well.

Ma'am, I...
No, I need to talk to you.

I came here from Nevada and...

If... If she's dead, then, um...

612 Alameda?
I'll be there today.

I...

If... If you must come,
come alone.

And don't ring the bell.

Knock three times,
then three times more.

I never answer the doorbell.

- Horace.
- Shit.

Long time.
Let me buy a round.

All right.

What's it gonna be?

Triple gin
with a splash of tonic.

Comin' up.

Man, I just wanted to see you.

Now,
I thought you'd be suspicious,

but you just ordered three gins.
That's fine.

How much is three gins?
Like 5 bucks?

You got it.

Thank you.

All right, so, uh,
I know you are

the most reliable
jailhouse snitch

in Los Angeles County,
which is saying something.

Congratulations.
That's a big deal.

Will you tell me
who Brody Stiles is?

Brody Stiles?

- Shit, man.
- Mm-hmm.

Brody Stiles is a birdie.

What do you mean?

I mean he work with
LAPD all the time.

He's a pigeon, man.

He dummy up confessions
in court,

"Yes, Your Honor,"

he... he confessed to me
in his cell last night.

"He did it."

Ain't that some shit, man?

Now they done got poor Brody
for killin' a white girl,

and they fixin' to
send him up hard.

You know him?

Like a white woman gonna get in
the car with Brody Stiles.

That Negro arthritis so bad,

he can barely hold
his damn bottle.

Yeah, I know Brody.

Hello.
A-Are you...

I'm Fauna.

Come in.

Do you like art?

Yeah, it's wonderful.

I'm a collector.

I've collected here and abroad
all my life.

Some of the works
are by my father.

Tom Huntington?
The artist.

He was quite the thing
before the war.

Went mad in the end.

Poor darling.

Uh, I'm sorry.

Th... They're real nice.

I suppose I do see
the resemblance.

I just hope you don't
have her nature.

Yes, ma'am.

What she did to this family,
it's a tragedy.

Ma'am, what...

When did she pass?

I was about to have a lemonade.

Would you like some?

No, thank you, ma'am.

I'll be just a moment.

Please, have a seat.

Did you know that one can
trace my family's history

to the beginning of the
17th century in this country?

Um, on my mother's side.

They came over on the Mayflower.

Mercy Makepeace.
How's that for a name?

Your grandfather's family,
on the other hand,

they came from
the Russian nobility.

They hunted wild boar
with the Tsar.

White Russians,
lucky to get out.

Don't snoop.
It's rude.

I-I'm sorry.

Never mind.
Let's sit.

M-Ma'am, can you please show me
any pictures of Tamar?

Or can you at least
tell me about her?

You must understand,
Tamar was not my daughter.

She was nearly 6
when I met her father.

I used to call her "Apate"...

The goddess of deceit.

She was so caught up in
her fantasy worlds and lies.

A doctor called her
a "pathological liar."

It was as if she couldn't tell
if she were awake or dreaming.

She'd ask,
"Mummy, am I dreaming?"

Her father... well,
she ruined his reputation.

And she destroyed our family.

Her lies ran out of control

and out into the wide world.

Ma'am, can... can you tell me
what she lied about?

Enough sad stories.

I am going to show you something
wonderful about your family.

"Bloody Romeo."

You newspaper guys
are clever, eh?

- It's a stupid name.
- Yeah.

They lose a couple hookers
up there every month.

They interviewed one
working girl that knew her.

Uh, Wendy Sadowski?

Something like that.
I can find it.

Why are you looking
at this shit?

Who cares? They got a guy.
He confessed.

So Bro... So Brody Stiles,

you make him for
the Bloody Romeo himself?

Look, blame whoever came up with
"Bloody Romeo."

A name like that,
they got to find somebody.

Yeah.

- More coffee?
- Yes, please.

So what's gonna happen
to poor old Brody?

What's gonna happen?
He signed a confession.

They drop cyanide in sulfuric
acid and make him breathe it.

- That's what happens.
- Fantastic.

And if he ain't the right guy,
then...

Jay, he's always the guy.

Sometimes, in the car,
I think I'm back at Yudam-ni

when the 155's started popping.

Mm.

I thought I was gonna
save the world from Nazis.

Then I got shot to shit
by Chinks.

I thought the truth would win,

like a sucker.

Joined God's own Marine Corps
like a genius.

Okay, I got a question for you.

Shoot.

Say you've got a case
that's 10, 15 years old.

Say it's about
an illegal abortion clinic,

the daughter of the suspect
knew everything about it,

but now she's vanished
into thin air.

Is the wife still with him?

No. Divorced.

Bingo. If I was working it,
that's where I'd go.

Mm.

Cherchez la femme.

This is crazy.

No, she's too young to be Tamar.

Who the hell is she?

Shit.

Uh, can you tell me something
about my family?

What about Dr. Hodel?

Why would he invite me here
if he wasn't gonna be here?

Your grandfather...

I want you to
understand something.

He's a very,
very important person.

One of the greatest minds
of the century.

He was measured to have an IQ of
187 when he was your age.

A child prodigy on the piano,

instructed by Rachmaninoff
himself, no less.

Detective Ohls, please.

- Yeah, this is Ohls.
- Oh, hey man.

You ever get that address
for those working girls

that knew Janice Brewster?
A Wendy, uh...

Yeah, yeah. I got it.

- Uh, Wendy Sadowski.
- Yep.

Last known address is a squat
up near Sunset and Vine.

- Uh-huh.
- 1125 Beechwood.

Wear rubber boots.

Thank you.

Hey, hey, did you have any luck
with that other thing?

That old case?

Uh, no.

No.
Just chasing ghosts.

Uh, all right, man.
I got to go.

I got to file by 6:00.
Take care of yourself.

Yep.

See you later.

George was, um, in charge of...

Napkin in your lap, dear.

George was in charge of

the L.A. County
Health Department.

He specialized in
sexually transmitted diseases.

And he worked extensively
for the UN

in China and the Philippines.

No, use the smaller fork.

Outside in.

Start on the outside
and work in.

And sit up straight.

What if you were dining
with the Queen?

Ma'am, I-I...
I would like to meet him.

He told me
to come to L.A.

Yes, well, he's very, very busy,
remember?

But we are going to do
the next best thing...

I will show you part of his
collection that is housed here.

This is art he loves,
he influenced.

"Art... before all else, art is
mankind's noblest endeavor."

When we've shuffled off
this mortal coil,

art is all that remains.

Surrealism... what do you know
about surrealism?

George wants to free us
from false rationality.

What is dreamt
is often more real

than what we think of as real.

In fact, the waking state
can be considered

a phenomenon of interference.

Um, I'm going to show you
George's collection.

Please, do wait here.

I'll be back momentarily.

Fauna.

...convulsive beauty,
the strongest of all,

is veiled eroticism,
explosive magic,

or it simply won't be beauty.

Under the pretense of
civilization,

we have managed to banish
with the mind

everything that might rightly or
wrongly be termed superstition,

forbidding any kind of research
into truth.

What about de Sade?

Certainly the argument can be
made that de Sade was satire.

"Literature is one of
the saddest roads

that leads to everything."

Your celebration of error
is in my opinion dangerous.

My old friend, remove
the bourgeois reckonings.

Your limited definitions
of hallucination and perversion

over these boring,
contradictory ideas.

10 bucks to talk to Wendy,
right?

$10 for me, $10 for her.

Well, that's exorbitant.

Sadowski.
Wendy Sadowski, right?

Yeah, some Polack name.
That's it.

What happened to your face?

Everything.

Sit tight.

Wendy?

What do you want, bitch?

You got a customer, jackass.

Oh, man, far out.

Hey, man.
You want to party?

No, I don't want to party.
And I'm not a cop.

I just want to talk about
your friend Janice Brewster.

You vice?

What am I, an idiot?

Besides, he just wants to talk.

I'm not vice.

I barely brush my teeth.

You paid, right?
Yeah.

Of course he did.
What do I look like?

Shit, shit.

- Janny?
- Mm.

What about Janny, man?
Janny's dead.

Yeah, no, I know that,
sweetheart.

You ever see her
hang out with a guy,

black guy, named Brody Stiles?

I've got a picture.

Janice wouldn't touch
nothin' colored.

She was prejudiced.

Just take a look at the picture.

I'm telling you, man,
Janice ain't about that thing.

No Brody Stiles?
No this guy?

- You haven't seen this guy?
- I have no idea who that is.

This guy?

It's just so sad

'cause Janny was in
such a good mood lately.

Oh, shit.

Shit! Lock the door!

What's that?

Is that the fuzz?

Shit no it ain't!
Quiet!

I told Jimmy he didn't have the
muscle to hold this place down.

Open up bitches!
Or I'll cut your stupid throats!

Open up the goddamn door!

Maybe I should just see
who that is.

Don't you open that door, man.

- Don't you do it.
- You better come see us!

Or he's gonna get it!

Open the goddamn door!

Sh...

This is Jo-Jo's turf,
you stupid bitches!

Screw you!

Wendy, you said Janice was
in a good mood lately. Why?

I don't know.

I don't know nothin'.

She met somebody is all.

She didn't tell me
or Jimmy nothin' about it.

She said he was nice.
And smart.

That's all.
I swear to God.

She didn't tell me
anything else.

Thank you, sweetheart.

Oh, you're leaving?
Don't you want to party?

No, I want a doughnut.

I think I...
I got something you want.

Yeah.

I'm good.

Aw!

Nothing ever works out for me.

I never made a good decision
and...

today I knew
from the minute I woke up,

today was gonna be a bad day...

...a bad-luck,
shit day.

What do you mean?

It's my baby's birthday.

What?

It's my baby's birthday.

I never even saw him,
since the day he was born.

They... took him
out of my arms.

What did you mean they...
They took him from you?

Why? Who?
Who?

The sisters in the convent.

That's where you go
when you've been a bad girl.

They hide you till the baby's
born, and then whoosh.

You never see 'em again.

A convent...

If Tamar...

49, 50...

Oh, shit. Shit.

Oh, shit, shit, shit.

Why do I revere de Sade?

He was free.

He maintained control
over his own destiny,

his own sovereignty
no matter the cost.

When you live as I do...
True to oneself,

unencumbered by
the burden of convention...

That's real freedom,

and that is the heartbeat
of all art.

But first you must open
your eyes and see the chains.

Your dreams are more real,
more true, than your reality,

but you must remove the veil

society puts over all of us
after childhood.

Truth is in your veins...

What you feel
and what you desire.

Do you have a favorite?

Oh, there you are.

It's getting late.
We should go.

Excuse me, sir?

You can't drive like that
in this area.

I'm going to drop you here,

and you can catch a bus
downtown, or to wherever.

Yes, ma'am.

I hope you understand,

it won't be safe
for me to drive you home.

Of course, it isn't the place
for you either.

That's the way it is.

With all due respect,
Mrs. Hodel,

it is the place for me.
I'm mixed-race after all,

even though
you may not like that.

You're not black,
you boring girl.

What?

You're not mixed-race, ninny.

Tamar was always a liar,
I told you.

She did prefer the Negroes
to her own kind,

and of course she hated us,
her real family.

Well, who's my father?

He was a French ballet dancer.

Very famous on the Continent.

Beautiful.

A genius, really.

He was visiting that summer.

You're a liar.

You're a liar.

Racist old cow.

You can't lie
on a birth certificate.

That's a legal document!

Stupid...