Mixed-ish (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - Let Your Hair Down - full transcript

Today, the natural hair movement

is a celebration
that allows women of color

to wear their kinky tendrils
loudly and proudly.

But we had to fight to get here,

and our hair used to be
the tip of the spear.

So, while the afros
of the '60s and the '70s

became those decades' symbols
of revolution...

hair in the '80s became
all about assimilation.

See, once black people
found themselves in jobs

that used to be only open
to white people,

natural hair became
a symbol of otherness.



So, to fit in, we dyed it,
tied it, and fried it.

But me, I still hadn't gotten the memo.

Excuse me, your hair
is making it hard to learn.

- Oh. Sorry.
- So, Wednesday is...

picture day!

I know I say this every year,
but school pictures

are how people will remember you
for the rest of your lives.

If you want to learn that
the hard way, fine.

They don't pay me enough
to argue with children.

It's true. You should
take the pictures seriously.

People still rag on me

because my left eye
used to be a little lazy.

- Well, now you can barely tell.
- What?

It's supposed to be gone!



That continues into adulthood.

And because school pictures
are so important,

we will not wear T-shirts
with bad words on them, Jeffrey.

We will keep our tongues
inside of our mouths, Daniel.

Our clothes will be pressed,

and our hair will be neat.

I repeat, our hair will be neat.

So, while today, my hair is an emblem

of my proud,
unapologetic black heritage,

for 12-year-old me,

it was just another way I was different.

♪ In the mix ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, they keep trying ♪

♪ But they can't stop us ♪

♪ 'Cause we got a love ♪

♪ That keeps rising up ♪

♪ In the mix ♪

♪ Life turns around ♪

♪ 'Round and 'round it goes ♪

♪ Ooh, it's a mixed-up world ♪
♪ Ooh, it's a mixed-up ♪

♪ And that's for sure ♪
♪ Mixed-up ♪

♪ In the mix ♪
♪ Baby ♪

♪ We're gonna get by ♪

♪ We're gonna ♪
♪ On our own, side by side ♪

♪ Love's all we need to be free ♪
♪ Lo-o-o-ve is all ♪

♪ I got you, you got me ♪

♪ Yaaaaay us! ♪

♪ I-I-In the mix ♪

♪ Yaaaaay us! ♪

♪ I-I-In the mix-ish ♪

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Hey, kids!

- Hey, Grandpa.
- Hey.

- Hello.
- Grandpa!

If you two hang out enough,

maybe your cycles will sync up.

That's very funny.

But I'm actually pretty good
at this hair thing.

- Right, Santamonica?
- Can I be honest?

You're kind of a one-trick pony.

Oh, that reminds me.

Make sure it's a Mom hair day Wednesday.

We're taking pictures at school.

Got it.

Guys, come on, I can bring
my A-game for picture day.

My hair is not a game. I want Mommy!

Baby, don't worry about picture day.

All of you have perfect hair.

Yeah, a lady at the grocery store

asked who did my perm.

But this picture thing
seems like a big deal.

Ms. Collins said my hair
should look neat and...

Excuse me?

Neat?

She said "neat"?

Who are you to tell my daughter
how to wear her hair?

How dare you?

White people.

If there's one thing
my parents loved more than us,

it was tag-teaming ignorance.

I really didn't know that
looking neat was a bad thing.

"Neat," "tame," "manageable"?

That kind of language
will give our daughter a complex

about her natural hair!

I am really sorry.

Could you explain to your wife...

Don't look at me.

- I am not your friend.
- Mm.

Well, I truly didn't mean anything.

Because I actually love
your daughter's hair.

I can always find her so easily
in the hallway,

and it is so big, and...

furry.

Like my Chia Pet.

Oh.

Saved by the bell.

So, how did everyone
change the world today?

I'll start.

Today, your mother and I fixed racism.

Well, we didn't fix it all.

But we did set
a racist teacher straight.

Ooh! You yelled at a white person?

- Yes.
- Tell me everything.

So, picture day is coming up,

and this woman had the nerve
to tell Rainbow

to make sure that her hair was neat.

I never thought I'd say this,

but you owe that white lady an apology.

Your baby's hair should be neat.

I'm confused.

Is "neat" a racist word?

- No!
- Yes.

It's not racist, it's the truth.

School pictures are forever,

- so all y'all need to tame your hair.
- Thank you,

but I'm raising my kids
to be proud of their hair.

They can't look good and be proud?

So, should I get a haircut?

- No!
- Yes!

Honestly, I need to take you all
to a professional,

because these home haircuts
and afro puffs

are not working.

Hold on!

So there are people
who do hair for a living?

- Yeah, but...
- And I trusted you!

See?

This is what I was trying to avoid.

I don't want my kids getting caught up

in mainstream standards of beauty.

I don't remember you fighting
for "standards of beauty"

in your wedding pictures.

Look at this.

Re... You...

Mm-hmm. Look at that.

Mm.

Mom.

You look so pretty.

Oh, yeah, your hair looked really good.

I mean, unless you...
you don't think it does.

But... your... your hair
looks beautiful to me always.

- Like a black Farrah Fawcett.
- Oh.

No, you...
Farrah is, like, a white you...

Uh, who wants dessert?

I'm in.

Well, I don't change it anymore.

As proud as my mother was
of her natural hair...

It didn't seem like she always was.

And as I stared at her wedding photo,

I realized that when it came
to special occasions,

if you wanted to look great,

you might just have to go straight.

Dad?

I've been thinking about
what Aunt Dee-Dee said,

and maybe I do need a haircut
before picture day.

All right! Yes!

Hair bowl is clean and ready.

Actually, I was thinking of
something a bit different.

Maybe a flat top?

A flat...

I can try.

Dad, I love your haircuts,

but can I try a real barber shop?

Sure, buddy. Yeah, whatever you want.

Yes! That's bad.

But not "bad" meaning bad,
but "bad" meaning good.

Okay.

If you're looking for Denise,

she has unfortunately passed on

and is unable to pay any debts.

Aunt Dee-Dee, it's Rainbow.

Oh, hey, girl, what's up?

I was thinking about it,

and I really want my hair
to get straightened

for picture day.

- Will you take me to the beauty salon?
- I'll do it.

Do you think you're going
to a beauty salon without me?

- Mommy!
- Shh!

No, you can't come.

I can't have that clown
messing up my crown anymore.

- Mommy!
- Shh!

Fine, fine, fine, fine.
You can come with us.

You know, Dad really is trying.

He's a clown, Rainbow.

And for the first time
since leaving the commune,

I was trying to fit in.

Hey, guys, how are ya?

Tommy, I brought you a new customer.

Thank you, Mr. Jackson.

You sure you want
to go through with this?

Not too late to change your mind.

Oh, don't listen to him, Johan.
Come here.

Hop right up there, buddy.

Boy, I am so happy that you decided

to come to my barber shop
for your first haircut.

I've been coming here since...

before you were
legally allowed to come here.

Nice history lesson.

So, what kind of style
do you have in mind today?

Whatever makes me look the most fresh.

"Fresh"?

Uh, Lewis, you know how to cut fresh?

No, he said he wants to look like

that rapper Schoolly D.

Yeah.

Ohh, I see.

Perhaps the young gentleman
might be more comfortable

at that barbershop on MLK?

Oh.

Because it's a black barbershop?
This is unbelievable.

- Johan, let's go.
- Okay. Okay, hang on, hang on.

Listen, Tommy, I'm sure

there's something you can do
with the kid's hair

so we don't have to go
anywhere near MLK.

Dad, come on.

Fine, I'll go.

But I'm leaving my camera here.

And my Rolex.

And my money clip.

And my house keys.

You have anything of value?
Just kidding. Let's go.

I still remember everything

about the first time
I walked into a salon.

The sound of the hair
sizzling on the hot comb,

the roar of the blow dryer,
the R&B oldies on the radio,

and the sound of black women
yelling over it all.

It might have been my first
time through those doors,

but it felt like home.

- Wow.
- Hey, Dee-Dee.

Hey, Jaleesa girl.

I thought your appointment
was next week.

It is, but I was hoping

you could squeeze my nieces in.

School picture day
is coming up, and, well...

you see them.

They got Indian in them?

Their daddy's white.

Oh, well, it won't take me long.

You both got that good hair.

Thank you, but I got good everything.

"Good hair" might have sounded

like a compliment,

but it's not.

In America,

white hair has always been
the standard of beauty.

Maybe this is why
our first black millionaire

was Madam C.J. Walker...
a woman who made a fortune

by developing a way
to straighten black hair.

No matter how you spun it,

the term "good hair"
was bad for black self-esteem.

All right.

Hey, we're just looking
to get my son's hair cut.

Uh, I don't see color,
but he is half black.

- You married a sister?
- Yeah.

I see you, white flash.

Just give me a minute.

You like boxing?

Oh, love boxing.

Which fighter you got?

_

This feels like a trick.

There it is.

- That's the one.
- That is the one.

Just not for you.

- Why not?
- It won't work.

Your hair's not black enough for it.

Then how about that?

Definitely not that one.

I'm sorry, young blood.

Is there a cut you can give my son?

I mean, I could cut it all off.

Come on, let's just go.

- Whoa, whoa, hold on.
- I want to go home.

We should listen to the boy.

I haven't said anything offensive yet,

but I can feel it bubbling up.

Thank you.

I like O'Malley in seven.

'Course you do.

They say time heals all wounds,
but in a black salon,

it seemed like
the longer you were there,

the more painful it became.

But in the end,

it felt like it was all worth it.

You like it?

I didn't like it.

I love it.

- How was the mall?
- You tell me.

I'm sorry.

Are you mad?

I'm not mad at you.

You're just a child.

But an adult
should've asked my permission

before she touched my babies' heads.

They asked me to take them.

You know I didn't want
to change their hair.

So is this a bad time
to ask for the $45 I just spent?

- So you do hate it?
- It's not up to me.

Do you like it?

Honestly,

I really like it.

Okay.

Well, if you like it,

I love it.

Hey, Santi.

Yes?

Hey, Santi.

Yes?

Who's that girl looking beautiful?

Oh, it's just Santi!

Thanks.

That's money well-spent.

Another reason black women
internalize Eurocentrism?

It seems like
no one ever notices your hair

until you straighten it.

Hey, nice hair.

Somebody got their hair done.

I really like your hair.

Having straight hair was magical.

For the first time in my new life,

I felt seen by everyone...

white girls, black girls, even boys.

But for Johan, suddenly,

his hair became a symbol
of how different he was.

So, he and my father set out to fix it.

Huh?

Hmm. Okay, I'll be right back.

Huh?

Hey, babe. Where's your comb?

On the sink.

Hey, what do you think
about Rainbow's new look?

I mean...

it's beautiful.

But unnecessary.

But as the African goddess Oshun
once said...

Stop trying to be politically correct.

What do you really think?

All I know is that today,

it took half the time it usually takes

to get the girls ready for school,

and it seems that Rainbow
has a lot more confidence.

Isn't that a good thing?

I just don't want our kids
to equate straight hair

with confidence.

I want them to be proud
of their natural hair

like I am with mine.

Mm.

You know I love your hair,

but were you born with that confidence,

or did you have to learn it?

I don't know.

I don't know where it came from.

They'll get there.

It just takes time.

But is it good or bad
that I'm about to try

to give Johan
something called "corn rolls"?

Bad.

Johan's identity
as a black boy was threatened

when his hair wasn't "black enough"

for any of the popular styles.

But today, he didn't have that problem.

Hey, Johan!

Hey, everyone, look at
Ebony and Ivory over here!

- Yeah, isn't she lovely?
- Aww.

But when his hair couldn't
follow in Stevie's footsteps,

Johan followed the path
of many mixed boys

who don't feel black enough.

They overcompensate.

And on the other side of school,

I was having my own hair problems.

You going to gym like that?

Yeah. Thank you.

Unfortunately, that wasn't a compliment.

It was a warning.

Because my hair wasn't wrapped up,

I was about to sweat it out.

White people,
allow Dr. Johnson to explain.

When straightened hair gets wet,

hydrogen bonds form
between water molecules

and the proteins in your hair.

This causes the hair to revert
to its natural curl.

But if you keep your hair
wrapped up until it's dry,

what you manage to do

is physically hold your hair
in the shape you want.

This way, it can't snap back.

But nobody told me to do that.

Ooh.

I tried to tell you.

And just like that, it was like
the clock struck midnight

and my hair had pumpkin'd,

and the person in the mirror
was a curly-headed weirdo

that mainstream standards of beauty

had taught me to be ashamed of.

I couldn't look at her,

and I knew I had to find
another glass slipper, stat.

A fight? You got in a fight in school?

You didn't happen to pick up
any of those beads, did you?

- Paul.
- Son, in this family,

we don't fight with fists.

And we don't leave beads on the ground.

Sorry, they weren't cheap.

But they were making fun of my hair.

If they were making fun of you,

they were probably just jealous.

I'm sorry, baby, I can't lie to you.

Hi, B...

Oh! What happened to your head?

Not to be petty,
but I did just pay $45 for it.

Yes, I know it's messed up,

but picture day is tomorrow.

Can someone please help me fix this?

- Yes, I'm on it...
- Not you, clown.

Hey!

- Okay, but the real problem here is my hair.
- Whoa!

- You heard the clown!
- But you can't talk to me like that.

Everybody stop!

It's finally time to talk about this.

Living room. Now.

You guys are free
to do whatever you want.

But I'll be honest.

When you change your hair,
it makes me feel like

I didn't raise you to love yourself.

When we left for the commune,

everything was loud,
proud, and natural, and now...

Now we have jobs.

The revolution is not
paying my car note, PanAm is.

I'm just kidding.
I am not paying my car note.

Seems like everyone

was so caught up in trying to fit in

that they forgot to try and be

the good black people they already were.

So I'm not a good black person

if my hair is straight?

Baby...

I'm sorry.

I was so big on this natural hair thing

because I know how hard it was

for me to get back to it.

And I didn't want you
to go through that.

But the truth is

I change my hair every day
when I go to work.

So, it's not my place to tell anyone

what to do with their hair.

Especially since we fought

so they couldn't tell us
what to do with ours.

"They" is white people.

I can go.

No, you need to hear this.

We need to understand
every part of their hair

so we can be proud
of whatever choice they make...

natural, straight, fake, or real.

I know that's right.

And right now, I choose to stop itching.

- Whoa.
- Whoo.

Oh, my. Huh.

So, none of that is your hair.

It's all mine because I paid for it.

- Paid for it.
- Yes.

And no matter how you wear it, baby,

you'll always be a good black person.

You hear me?

Love circle.

Mm.

Smile.

Next.

I know this looks like a victory,

but the truth is

I tried to straighten
my hair that morning,

and I failed.

Okay, next.

Aunt Denise was right.

School pictures were forever.

But that didn't mean
our hair journey stopped

when the bell rang and school let out.

No, those would follow us
for the rest of our lives

and change over and over.

Even if we only
married into the culture.

But as a 12-year-old girl,

I didn't understand
how complicated it all was.

I was just a kid who let society

make her embarrassed
by her natural hair.

Little did I know,
this would be the hair

that I would spend the rest of my life

trying to get back to,

that would one day be my source
of power and strength.

But the process of self-love
never happens overnight.

And while the same can be said
for our country,

the process has to start somewhere.

On July 3rd of this year,

California governor Gavin Newsom

passed the CROWN Act,

making California the first state

to ban discrimination

against black employees

and students

over their natural hairstyles.

So, while the laws are catching up,

black women express themselves

in a variety of different hairstyles,

and one thing has been
and will always be true...

all hair is good hair.

Not trying to rush you,
but the kid has places to be.

One day, you'll look back and realize

how amazing it was

that your white father
was able to do this.

Not that I see color.

And... ah!

Whoa, 10 minutes! New record.

- Mirror.
- Oh.

Not bad!

But next time,
I'll need to hear some gossip.

I could tell you about the Coopers,

but don't you have places to be?

I can be late.

Awesome.