Random Acts of Flyness (2018–…): Season 2, Episode 3 - Episode #2.3 - full transcript
(sitar music playing)
Xavier: Well, I'm thinkin'
what the ministry told you
was that Glorious
was your sister.
That could be, like...
I'm sayin', it's just
very operatic, very Greek.
Najja: Why are we talkin'
about this right now?
Xaviar:
My bad, my bad. Nerves.
Okay, so it's an acronym,
so if you forget a step...
- Right, yeah.
- It's key words.
Xaviar: Got it.
R-I-S R-I-N-W-W-B.
(hushed cacophony of voices)
Don't you think nine
is a awkward number,
like in terms
of number of steps?
I like nine.
It's complete,
but also lets you know
something's comin' next.
(warbling)
Oh, Miss Najja, your sister,
Glorious, is waitin' for you.
Mm. (Chuckles) Okay.
Glorious Freeman:
Welcome to Glorious Freeman's
47th birthday to celebrate
what is to come,
the expansion of
Glorious' glorious being.
Enlivin' my pockets
with Jesus' desire...
money!
Najja and Her Community:
God does not submit
and is good,
but only as good
as your loudest
bleeding wound.
Get your life
at today's celebration
of a rebirth,
Glorious' day of birth,
backward and forward
in space time and body spirit.
Glorious:
Money, adorned with the faces
of our founding fathers,
dear father.
(curious music playing)
(bell dinging)
(indistinct chatter)
(bell dinging)
[♪ ♪]
(bell dinging)
(bell dinging)
(sighs) It's okay.
(bell dinging)
(distant chatter)
(cacophony of voices)
(ominous music plays)
Actually...
I'll leave this one.
[♪ ♪]
Glorious: If you're serious,
I'd suggest a dopamine fast.
Works wonders, but you
really need the downtime
to do it effectively.
I mean, grieving my
mother this past year
would have been different.
(indistinct chatter)
Attendee:
She is right, listen to her.
Both: Careful.
Jana ya: No middle name!
The New Castle...
Fit... for a king.
It's... She found
out my name means
"new house"
or "castle."
I done told you none
of that house shit.
New Castle.
My auntie a king like you.
She need a castle,
so you need to keep
your energies
focused on castles.
House won't get the
job done, new boyfriend.
Oh, J, he's not new...
So glad you came...
in the flesh.
- You the wurd-made flesh.
- (phone ringing)
- Hi.
- Terence (on phone): Oh.
- What?
- Terence: That spy voice. I like that.
Sound like you
in the middle of it.
I was just overwhelmed
with excitement 'cause
of this little piece of score
that the algorithm spit out.
I wanted to see if
you had heard it yet.
- Finished it?
- Terence: Yeah, machine learned.
You know, you gotta be the
one to sign your paintin', though.
But don't worry about it.
You can spy more, carry on.
- I'm goin' to Texas today.
- Aw, thank you, baby.
Terence:
No problem. I'm here to help.
What did your mom say about
comin' down to the plantation?
Terence:
She said it's legit.
You know, she has
ideas for the land.
Well, if she says it's legit,
then it most likely is.
Terence:
I mean, I feel like it is.
- It's a lotta land.
- Be careful.
- Terence: I'm being careful. This is me...
- Or, or don't be careful.
Terence: You know, ever
since I went to Montana
- that I'm very careful.
- But Terence?
- Terence: Yes?
- Force yourself not to connect this
- to Kemele, too.
- Terence: Najja, go be with
- Glorious as your mother.
- I'm just...
Ela: Come now.
And the children
will come now.
Yes.
And you will
listen to her
with your ears
and your hands?
Who are you,
by the way?
This is Najja. Willie
Mae's other daughter.
Glorious'
younger sister.
Ela: Come... let me see.
This is what we need,
more teachers like us.
- And your father says...
- Auntie, I have a question.
Ela: Ask.
(speaking Kpelle)
(mysterious music playing)
[♪ ♪]
[♪ ♪]
(light music playing)
(bell dings)
Hello, my name is
Barbara Makala.
Other people have
asked me why it is
that I'm interested in ritual,
and I can't really say
that I understand why.
I know in African societies,
art and ritual are related
and that, um, ritual objects
are actually art objects.
In terms of understanding
what ritual is,
I can only say that, for me,
ritual is a symbolic action,
um, that I've dealt with
in terms of
my own internal state
to help me release myself
and move from one
space in time to another.
[♪ ♪]
Doreen: Hey, Najja, um, I just
wanted to send you a message.
Sometimes things get lost
with text-based communication.
I just want to tell you
that I hear you
and I feel you
on your boundaries.
I hope that we
can connect soon,
and I'm praying for you
and your process
with your mother.
- Jana ya: And then I go into the one with my sister.
- Okay, much love.
Everybody already knows.
I mean, everybody.
(both laughing)
- Najja: Y'all hungry?
- Ooh.
I am so hungry.
Like, so hungry.
(whimsical music playing)
(music stops)
(clears throat)
- Wow.
- Right?
(chuckling)
Sistah, we have
to get you fat fat.
Each of the three boys
here are ready to marry you.
Which will you choose?
The builder...
the navigator...
- or the healer?
- Hm.
All three.
Hm...
choices.
Well... the one
with the imagination
may not work hard enough,
but the builder
will pick up the slack.
And if the builder's
out at sea workin' a lot,
the healer
will be at home.
"You always need a doctor
in the house," Ma Willie says.
(chuckles)
But the healer's
intense job
may make him
risk-averse, so you...
you need the one
with the imagination.
Sorta like old boyfriend,
the one who liked purple.
His name...
meant "smooth."
- Matter of fact, where he at?
- Will you marry us?
A sun with arms,
arms, arms, leg, leg,
arms, arms, arms,
head, head, head.
(voice singing operatic aria)
Sistah...
will you let me
give you away?
As I am now
giving you away...
soon, I will need you
to do the same for me.
Our channel's the same,
you before me,
and... sistah,
if I am to be reborn
with choices...
if you... please...
will you name me?
You're good
with names.
Yes.
(aria continues)
[♪ ♪]
Woo!
The fireplace is
in the north wing,
- so start in the south.
- Jana ya: Sistah...
thank you for
sharing him with me.
We all we got.
Najja: You're welcome.
(phone chimes)
(pompous music plays on phone)
(music stops)
(on phone):
I don't know. I'm not into it.
What do we do when it
makes somethin' like this?
That's just... aight?
Terence (on phone): Ah, don't
worry about it. I'll work it out.
It'll be fine.
Don't want you to worry
about it 'til you're
all wrapped up down there.
Love you.
Najja/Cecile's Green Thumbs:
If you were really worried,
you would be here,
you would've built
a road to get here
if it mattered,
but... alas...
(phone chimes)
It's fine.
(phone chimes) - Cecile: Just
wanna communicate my boundaries
so that you are clear. I
noticed you casually mentioned
comin' to my mother's birthday
to do the ritual together
when Gerald brought it up
at lunch today.
I was a bit taken aback
because we hadn't talked
about that possibility
and you assuming
you would be joining
was interesting
and to be honest, alarming.
Your presumptuousness
was alarming
because as we've discussed,
just "going along" is
a wounded habit of yours
and I just wanna make sure
you know the status
of my boundaries
at present means that
I do not feel
comfortable being
physically near you
when spiritual portals
are open and rituals
are in progress.
Just to be clear,
I'm going alone.
I also, at present,
do not feel you to be my family
because of your decision
to move to Montana
for your movie and to cultivate
your other relationships.
As such, I don't think
it would be appropriate
for you to join me
as people would assume
that we were together
and we are not together.
- Male Voice: One, two.
- (singers vocalizing)
(singing acappella)
(groovy music playing)
(music reverberating)
Glorious:
Sis. (Chuckles)
If you're gonna
make it smell like Mom,
we may as well
close these windows.
- Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
- Keep it in.
It's better when
it wafts around...
fresh air.
Have you been here
the whole time?
Mm, Naya told me
she saw Xavier.
His mother said
she couldn't come,
but I think she's
still mad at Mom.
- She was so mean...
- Partygoers: ♪ Happy birthday ♪
- (gasps, laughs)
- ♪ Happy birthdaaay ♪
- ♪ Happy birthdaaay ♪
- (Glorious laughing)
♪ Happy birthdaaay ♪
♪ Happy birthdaaay ♪
♪ Happy birthday to ya ♪
Partygoer: ♪ Mmm ♪
Partygoers:
♪ Happy birthdaaay ♪
♪ Happy birthdaaay ♪
♪ Happy birthdaaay ♪
♪ Happy birthday to ya ♪
♪ Happy birthdaaay ♪
- ♪ Happy birthdaaay ♪
- Partygoer: ♪ Ahh ♪
Partygoers:
♪ Happy birthdaaay ♪
♪ Happy birthday to ya ♪
♪ Happy birthdaaay ♪
♪ Happy birthdaaay ♪
♪ Happy birthdaaay ♪
- I wanna talk about the culture of connection to God!
- (partygoers cheering)
We have in our beloved family.
This is a year
of cultivation for me.
- For us...
- For us...
- Glorious: ...to cultivate...
- ...to cultivate...
- Glorious: ...a way of life...
- ...a way of life...
Both: ...that unite our
many, many loves...
- ...and ways of being.
- ...and our ways of being.
- Our philosophies of life...
- Our philosophies...
Both:
...under the one and true...
God.
(partygoers murmuring)
Glorious: Sis.
- (loud clank)
- (partygoers murmuring)
(chuckles)
(unsettling music playing)
Your suitor Edward
has delivered your dowry.
It is sufficient
and contains no secrets.
- Wait, but no, okay.
- You ought to marry their family.
- Your choice.
- Wait.
Jaja.
Tell unfathomable story nine,
tell story eight,
also unfathomable,
tell seven, secret
seven, not fathomable,
tell story six,
most stories fathomable.
Tell story five, each of
Glorious' possible storylines,
tell four, our timeline,
this timeline, linear.
Now tell three,
our bodies, XYZ,
still no movement,
no control.
Tell picture two...
photo of me, you, and him.
Tell one...
nothing.
Our spirits poured
into the river of being.
(water flowing)
- Xavier: All right.
- (monitor beeping)
- You are fully dilated.
- (heartbeat thumping)
Nine centimeters and nine
seconds between secret
and shame.
- (Glorious moaning)
- Ela: Remember,
we are not going to tell anyone
that this ever happened.
- She's your sister.
- (heartbeat thumping)
- She's not your daughter.
- (Glorious moaning)
(Glorious groaning)
(Glorious breathing heavily)
(partygoers murmuring)
- (baby crying)
- (water flowing)
(cacophony of voices)
(ambient nature sounds)
(indistinct chatter)
(chain rattling)
Jana ya: I'll actually
stick with Najja...
and add "Allah."
Najja... Allah... Aiye.
(light music playing)
(indistinct chatter)
(chain rattling)
They're an XX.
- It's a girl.
- (Glorious chuckles)
Glorious: My baby girl.
My baby. (Chuckling)
(exhales) My baby.
(chuckling)
Oh... (exhales)
You're beautiful.
♪ Happy birthday ♪
Partygoers: ♪ Happy
birthday ♪ - Najja: Mom.
- ♪ Happy birthday ♪
- Happy birthday, Mom.
- ♪ Happy birthday ♪
- (chains rattling)
♪ Happy birthday ♪
♪ Happy birthday ♪
- ♪ Happy birthday ♪
- (chain rattling)
- ♪ Happy birthday ♪
- Happy birthday, Najja.
(Glorious laughing)
♪ Happy birthday ♪
- ♪ Happy birthday ♪
- ♪ Ooh ♪
Partygoers: ♪ Happy
birthday ♪ - (Najja grunts)
Glorious: My, my, my daughter,
my daughter, my daughter.
I'm so sorry,
you are my daughter.
I can't believe she
made me lie that long.
- Najja: It's okay, Mom...
- Glorious: And from the other side.
♪ Happy birthday ♪
My... (chuckling)
- My... daughter.
- ♪ Happy birthday ♪
You don't have to choose.
The spy,
the builder, the healer,
they have all already
chosen you. (Chuckling)
♪ Happy birthday ♪
- Najja: Give me back Ma's coat, it's mine.
- (scientist groans)
- ♪ Happy birthday ♪
- (Najja groaning)
- ♪ Happy ♪
- (chains rattling)
- (Najja yelling)
- ♪ Birthday ♪
♪ Happy birthday ♪
XXXX: Not even a thank you?
Wow.
You're not gon' thank a nigga
for maintainin' the gate?
It costs cash money
and intellectual property
to maintain this
intellectual property.
Did you wipe your feet,
Black man?
Black man...
did you wipe your feet?
And you ain't got no toll?
Everybody know... that there
is a troll near every bridge
and you gotta pay that nigga
in order to cross the bridge!
Nigga!
You ain't got your toll? Wow!
That's rude, that's ru...
And you ain't even
call my name?!
Oh, wow!
That is fowl!
No bird nigga?!
(fowl clucking)
(knife slices)
See here?
A courteous and gentile gesture
from a nigga that knows
that you have to pay a toll
to cross a bridge!
♪ I think about
the life I've lived ♪
♪ A figure made of clay ♪
♪ And think about
the things I've lost ♪
♪ The things I've gave away ♪
♪ And when I'm
in a certain mood ♪
♪ I search my house and look ♪
♪ Oh, one night,
I found these magic words ♪
♪ In a magic book ♪
♪ Throw it away ♪
♪ Throw it away ♪
♪ Live your life
and give your love ♪
♪ Each and every day ♪
♪ And keep your
hands wide open ♪
♪ Let the sun shine through ♪
♪ 'Cause you can
never lose a thing ♪
♪ If it belongs to you ♪
Wow. (Chuckles)
That was... (chuckles)
I'm glad you didn't
bring us no chicken.
We might a missed our blessin'.
Aight, bet.
(joystick clicking)
(musical crescendo)
(musical crescendo)
- Hold on. They comin'...
- Comin', comin', comin...
(echoing continues)
(discordant music playing)
(bodies rattling)
(voices vocalizing)
- Xavier: Will you marry me?
- Najja: No, not now. Maybe?
I don't know...
Friend 1: Do you have a
partner or someone in mind to...
Najja: No, just me.
- I mean...
- Friend 2: You just seem really stressed.
Do you have enough
energy for two partners?
Najja: It's not like
they're sharin' me.
I'm not... I'll play the fool.
Friend 3:
Congratulations, Miss Freeman,
you and Mr. Nance
have healthy twin girls.
[♪ ♪]
(voices overlapping)
Terence: Come on, baby.
Mama has to go to work.
- (bodies rattling)
- XXXX: He got a runner.
(vocalizing continues)
- (baby crying)
- (unsettling music playing)
Terence:
Najja, baby, is that you?
You right on time.
Willie hungry.
- Najja: Terence, whose is this?!
- Terence: What, baby?
You wanna feed Willie
while I put Mae to bed?
- Najja.
- Najja: Who leaves a baby unattended?
Terence: What, you
don't like Daddy's stories?
Oh honey, she will be here,
just maybe not tonight.
- Like, you know how sometimes...
- (baby crying)
(child crying)
She's like a village that we...
So, once there was a pirate,
she was just like you.
Open wide and...
"Nova" by Anna Wise
& Jon Bap playing...
♪ Drippin'... drippin' ♪
♪ Drippin' in motion ♪
♪ Now see the colors louder ♪
♪ Than before ♪
♪ Before the water
came, separate ♪
♪ Nature from the humans ♪
♪ And she gets a break ♪
♪ While we stay
here with our computers ♪
♪ And we're missin'
the vividness ♪
♪ Of the lush right
after the rainfall ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
Xavier: Well, I'm thinkin'
what the ministry told you
was that Glorious
was your sister.
That could be, like...
I'm sayin', it's just
very operatic, very Greek.
Najja: Why are we talkin'
about this right now?
Xaviar:
My bad, my bad. Nerves.
Okay, so it's an acronym,
so if you forget a step...
- Right, yeah.
- It's key words.
Xaviar: Got it.
R-I-S R-I-N-W-W-B.
(hushed cacophony of voices)
Don't you think nine
is a awkward number,
like in terms
of number of steps?
I like nine.
It's complete,
but also lets you know
something's comin' next.
(warbling)
Oh, Miss Najja, your sister,
Glorious, is waitin' for you.
Mm. (Chuckles) Okay.
Glorious Freeman:
Welcome to Glorious Freeman's
47th birthday to celebrate
what is to come,
the expansion of
Glorious' glorious being.
Enlivin' my pockets
with Jesus' desire...
money!
Najja and Her Community:
God does not submit
and is good,
but only as good
as your loudest
bleeding wound.
Get your life
at today's celebration
of a rebirth,
Glorious' day of birth,
backward and forward
in space time and body spirit.
Glorious:
Money, adorned with the faces
of our founding fathers,
dear father.
(curious music playing)
(bell dinging)
(indistinct chatter)
(bell dinging)
[♪ ♪]
(bell dinging)
(bell dinging)
(sighs) It's okay.
(bell dinging)
(distant chatter)
(cacophony of voices)
(ominous music plays)
Actually...
I'll leave this one.
[♪ ♪]
Glorious: If you're serious,
I'd suggest a dopamine fast.
Works wonders, but you
really need the downtime
to do it effectively.
I mean, grieving my
mother this past year
would have been different.
(indistinct chatter)
Attendee:
She is right, listen to her.
Both: Careful.
Jana ya: No middle name!
The New Castle...
Fit... for a king.
It's... She found
out my name means
"new house"
or "castle."
I done told you none
of that house shit.
New Castle.
My auntie a king like you.
She need a castle,
so you need to keep
your energies
focused on castles.
House won't get the
job done, new boyfriend.
Oh, J, he's not new...
So glad you came...
in the flesh.
- You the wurd-made flesh.
- (phone ringing)
- Hi.
- Terence (on phone): Oh.
- What?
- Terence: That spy voice. I like that.
Sound like you
in the middle of it.
I was just overwhelmed
with excitement 'cause
of this little piece of score
that the algorithm spit out.
I wanted to see if
you had heard it yet.
- Finished it?
- Terence: Yeah, machine learned.
You know, you gotta be the
one to sign your paintin', though.
But don't worry about it.
You can spy more, carry on.
- I'm goin' to Texas today.
- Aw, thank you, baby.
Terence:
No problem. I'm here to help.
What did your mom say about
comin' down to the plantation?
Terence:
She said it's legit.
You know, she has
ideas for the land.
Well, if she says it's legit,
then it most likely is.
Terence:
I mean, I feel like it is.
- It's a lotta land.
- Be careful.
- Terence: I'm being careful. This is me...
- Or, or don't be careful.
Terence: You know, ever
since I went to Montana
- that I'm very careful.
- But Terence?
- Terence: Yes?
- Force yourself not to connect this
- to Kemele, too.
- Terence: Najja, go be with
- Glorious as your mother.
- I'm just...
Ela: Come now.
And the children
will come now.
Yes.
And you will
listen to her
with your ears
and your hands?
Who are you,
by the way?
This is Najja. Willie
Mae's other daughter.
Glorious'
younger sister.
Ela: Come... let me see.
This is what we need,
more teachers like us.
- And your father says...
- Auntie, I have a question.
Ela: Ask.
(speaking Kpelle)
(mysterious music playing)
[♪ ♪]
[♪ ♪]
(light music playing)
(bell dings)
Hello, my name is
Barbara Makala.
Other people have
asked me why it is
that I'm interested in ritual,
and I can't really say
that I understand why.
I know in African societies,
art and ritual are related
and that, um, ritual objects
are actually art objects.
In terms of understanding
what ritual is,
I can only say that, for me,
ritual is a symbolic action,
um, that I've dealt with
in terms of
my own internal state
to help me release myself
and move from one
space in time to another.
[♪ ♪]
Doreen: Hey, Najja, um, I just
wanted to send you a message.
Sometimes things get lost
with text-based communication.
I just want to tell you
that I hear you
and I feel you
on your boundaries.
I hope that we
can connect soon,
and I'm praying for you
and your process
with your mother.
- Jana ya: And then I go into the one with my sister.
- Okay, much love.
Everybody already knows.
I mean, everybody.
(both laughing)
- Najja: Y'all hungry?
- Ooh.
I am so hungry.
Like, so hungry.
(whimsical music playing)
(music stops)
(clears throat)
- Wow.
- Right?
(chuckling)
Sistah, we have
to get you fat fat.
Each of the three boys
here are ready to marry you.
Which will you choose?
The builder...
the navigator...
- or the healer?
- Hm.
All three.
Hm...
choices.
Well... the one
with the imagination
may not work hard enough,
but the builder
will pick up the slack.
And if the builder's
out at sea workin' a lot,
the healer
will be at home.
"You always need a doctor
in the house," Ma Willie says.
(chuckles)
But the healer's
intense job
may make him
risk-averse, so you...
you need the one
with the imagination.
Sorta like old boyfriend,
the one who liked purple.
His name...
meant "smooth."
- Matter of fact, where he at?
- Will you marry us?
A sun with arms,
arms, arms, leg, leg,
arms, arms, arms,
head, head, head.
(voice singing operatic aria)
Sistah...
will you let me
give you away?
As I am now
giving you away...
soon, I will need you
to do the same for me.
Our channel's the same,
you before me,
and... sistah,
if I am to be reborn
with choices...
if you... please...
will you name me?
You're good
with names.
Yes.
(aria continues)
[♪ ♪]
Woo!
The fireplace is
in the north wing,
- so start in the south.
- Jana ya: Sistah...
thank you for
sharing him with me.
We all we got.
Najja: You're welcome.
(phone chimes)
(pompous music plays on phone)
(music stops)
(on phone):
I don't know. I'm not into it.
What do we do when it
makes somethin' like this?
That's just... aight?
Terence (on phone): Ah, don't
worry about it. I'll work it out.
It'll be fine.
Don't want you to worry
about it 'til you're
all wrapped up down there.
Love you.
Najja/Cecile's Green Thumbs:
If you were really worried,
you would be here,
you would've built
a road to get here
if it mattered,
but... alas...
(phone chimes)
It's fine.
(phone chimes) - Cecile: Just
wanna communicate my boundaries
so that you are clear. I
noticed you casually mentioned
comin' to my mother's birthday
to do the ritual together
when Gerald brought it up
at lunch today.
I was a bit taken aback
because we hadn't talked
about that possibility
and you assuming
you would be joining
was interesting
and to be honest, alarming.
Your presumptuousness
was alarming
because as we've discussed,
just "going along" is
a wounded habit of yours
and I just wanna make sure
you know the status
of my boundaries
at present means that
I do not feel
comfortable being
physically near you
when spiritual portals
are open and rituals
are in progress.
Just to be clear,
I'm going alone.
I also, at present,
do not feel you to be my family
because of your decision
to move to Montana
for your movie and to cultivate
your other relationships.
As such, I don't think
it would be appropriate
for you to join me
as people would assume
that we were together
and we are not together.
- Male Voice: One, two.
- (singers vocalizing)
(singing acappella)
(groovy music playing)
(music reverberating)
Glorious:
Sis. (Chuckles)
If you're gonna
make it smell like Mom,
we may as well
close these windows.
- Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
- Keep it in.
It's better when
it wafts around...
fresh air.
Have you been here
the whole time?
Mm, Naya told me
she saw Xavier.
His mother said
she couldn't come,
but I think she's
still mad at Mom.
- She was so mean...
- Partygoers: ♪ Happy birthday ♪
- (gasps, laughs)
- ♪ Happy birthdaaay ♪
- ♪ Happy birthdaaay ♪
- (Glorious laughing)
♪ Happy birthdaaay ♪
♪ Happy birthdaaay ♪
♪ Happy birthday to ya ♪
Partygoer: ♪ Mmm ♪
Partygoers:
♪ Happy birthdaaay ♪
♪ Happy birthdaaay ♪
♪ Happy birthdaaay ♪
♪ Happy birthday to ya ♪
♪ Happy birthdaaay ♪
- ♪ Happy birthdaaay ♪
- Partygoer: ♪ Ahh ♪
Partygoers:
♪ Happy birthdaaay ♪
♪ Happy birthday to ya ♪
♪ Happy birthdaaay ♪
♪ Happy birthdaaay ♪
♪ Happy birthdaaay ♪
- I wanna talk about the culture of connection to God!
- (partygoers cheering)
We have in our beloved family.
This is a year
of cultivation for me.
- For us...
- For us...
- Glorious: ...to cultivate...
- ...to cultivate...
- Glorious: ...a way of life...
- ...a way of life...
Both: ...that unite our
many, many loves...
- ...and ways of being.
- ...and our ways of being.
- Our philosophies of life...
- Our philosophies...
Both:
...under the one and true...
God.
(partygoers murmuring)
Glorious: Sis.
- (loud clank)
- (partygoers murmuring)
(chuckles)
(unsettling music playing)
Your suitor Edward
has delivered your dowry.
It is sufficient
and contains no secrets.
- Wait, but no, okay.
- You ought to marry their family.
- Your choice.
- Wait.
Jaja.
Tell unfathomable story nine,
tell story eight,
also unfathomable,
tell seven, secret
seven, not fathomable,
tell story six,
most stories fathomable.
Tell story five, each of
Glorious' possible storylines,
tell four, our timeline,
this timeline, linear.
Now tell three,
our bodies, XYZ,
still no movement,
no control.
Tell picture two...
photo of me, you, and him.
Tell one...
nothing.
Our spirits poured
into the river of being.
(water flowing)
- Xavier: All right.
- (monitor beeping)
- You are fully dilated.
- (heartbeat thumping)
Nine centimeters and nine
seconds between secret
and shame.
- (Glorious moaning)
- Ela: Remember,
we are not going to tell anyone
that this ever happened.
- She's your sister.
- (heartbeat thumping)
- She's not your daughter.
- (Glorious moaning)
(Glorious groaning)
(Glorious breathing heavily)
(partygoers murmuring)
- (baby crying)
- (water flowing)
(cacophony of voices)
(ambient nature sounds)
(indistinct chatter)
(chain rattling)
Jana ya: I'll actually
stick with Najja...
and add "Allah."
Najja... Allah... Aiye.
(light music playing)
(indistinct chatter)
(chain rattling)
They're an XX.
- It's a girl.
- (Glorious chuckles)
Glorious: My baby girl.
My baby. (Chuckling)
(exhales) My baby.
(chuckling)
Oh... (exhales)
You're beautiful.
♪ Happy birthday ♪
Partygoers: ♪ Happy
birthday ♪ - Najja: Mom.
- ♪ Happy birthday ♪
- Happy birthday, Mom.
- ♪ Happy birthday ♪
- (chains rattling)
♪ Happy birthday ♪
♪ Happy birthday ♪
- ♪ Happy birthday ♪
- (chain rattling)
- ♪ Happy birthday ♪
- Happy birthday, Najja.
(Glorious laughing)
♪ Happy birthday ♪
- ♪ Happy birthday ♪
- ♪ Ooh ♪
Partygoers: ♪ Happy
birthday ♪ - (Najja grunts)
Glorious: My, my, my daughter,
my daughter, my daughter.
I'm so sorry,
you are my daughter.
I can't believe she
made me lie that long.
- Najja: It's okay, Mom...
- Glorious: And from the other side.
♪ Happy birthday ♪
My... (chuckling)
- My... daughter.
- ♪ Happy birthday ♪
You don't have to choose.
The spy,
the builder, the healer,
they have all already
chosen you. (Chuckling)
♪ Happy birthday ♪
- Najja: Give me back Ma's coat, it's mine.
- (scientist groans)
- ♪ Happy birthday ♪
- (Najja groaning)
- ♪ Happy ♪
- (chains rattling)
- (Najja yelling)
- ♪ Birthday ♪
♪ Happy birthday ♪
XXXX: Not even a thank you?
Wow.
You're not gon' thank a nigga
for maintainin' the gate?
It costs cash money
and intellectual property
to maintain this
intellectual property.
Did you wipe your feet,
Black man?
Black man...
did you wipe your feet?
And you ain't got no toll?
Everybody know... that there
is a troll near every bridge
and you gotta pay that nigga
in order to cross the bridge!
Nigga!
You ain't got your toll? Wow!
That's rude, that's ru...
And you ain't even
call my name?!
Oh, wow!
That is fowl!
No bird nigga?!
(fowl clucking)
(knife slices)
See here?
A courteous and gentile gesture
from a nigga that knows
that you have to pay a toll
to cross a bridge!
♪ I think about
the life I've lived ♪
♪ A figure made of clay ♪
♪ And think about
the things I've lost ♪
♪ The things I've gave away ♪
♪ And when I'm
in a certain mood ♪
♪ I search my house and look ♪
♪ Oh, one night,
I found these magic words ♪
♪ In a magic book ♪
♪ Throw it away ♪
♪ Throw it away ♪
♪ Live your life
and give your love ♪
♪ Each and every day ♪
♪ And keep your
hands wide open ♪
♪ Let the sun shine through ♪
♪ 'Cause you can
never lose a thing ♪
♪ If it belongs to you ♪
Wow. (Chuckles)
That was... (chuckles)
I'm glad you didn't
bring us no chicken.
We might a missed our blessin'.
Aight, bet.
(joystick clicking)
(musical crescendo)
(musical crescendo)
- Hold on. They comin'...
- Comin', comin', comin...
(echoing continues)
(discordant music playing)
(bodies rattling)
(voices vocalizing)
- Xavier: Will you marry me?
- Najja: No, not now. Maybe?
I don't know...
Friend 1: Do you have a
partner or someone in mind to...
Najja: No, just me.
- I mean...
- Friend 2: You just seem really stressed.
Do you have enough
energy for two partners?
Najja: It's not like
they're sharin' me.
I'm not... I'll play the fool.
Friend 3:
Congratulations, Miss Freeman,
you and Mr. Nance
have healthy twin girls.
[♪ ♪]
(voices overlapping)
Terence: Come on, baby.
Mama has to go to work.
- (bodies rattling)
- XXXX: He got a runner.
(vocalizing continues)
- (baby crying)
- (unsettling music playing)
Terence:
Najja, baby, is that you?
You right on time.
Willie hungry.
- Najja: Terence, whose is this?!
- Terence: What, baby?
You wanna feed Willie
while I put Mae to bed?
- Najja.
- Najja: Who leaves a baby unattended?
Terence: What, you
don't like Daddy's stories?
Oh honey, she will be here,
just maybe not tonight.
- Like, you know how sometimes...
- (baby crying)
(child crying)
She's like a village that we...
So, once there was a pirate,
she was just like you.
Open wide and...
"Nova" by Anna Wise
& Jon Bap playing...
♪ Drippin'... drippin' ♪
♪ Drippin' in motion ♪
♪ Now see the colors louder ♪
♪ Than before ♪
♪ Before the water
came, separate ♪
♪ Nature from the humans ♪
♪ And she gets a break ♪
♪ While we stay
here with our computers ♪
♪ And we're missin'
the vividness ♪
♪ Of the lush right
after the rainfall ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Ooh ♪