She's Gotta Have It (2017–…): Season 2, Episode 1 - Episode #2.1 - full transcript
♪ One, two, one, two, three ♪
♪ Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at? ♪
♪ Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at? ♪
First Icee of the summer!
Ready?
♪ My life, my life
In the sunshine ♪
One dollar. One dollar. One dollar.
♪ Everybody loves the sunshine ♪
Hey. Thank you.
Appreciate you.
One-handed.
♪ Sunshine ♪
Oh.
Look at that!
I'm beating you!
Woo!
♪ Sunshine ♪
♪ Folks get down in the sunshine ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Sunshine ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Folks get 'round in the sunshine ♪
Now you throw it back.
Now you throw it back. Throw it back.
Good job. High five, mama.
- Morning, students.
- Good morning, Ms. Moss.
♪ Just bees and things and flowers ♪
♪ Just bees and things and flowers ♪
- You're... You're done.
- Yeah.
It feels like your whole, like,
toe is like...
♪ My life, my life, my life ♪
That was you...
- ¡Carajo!
- Don't look at me, man!
♪ Everybody loves the sunshine ♪
♪ Sunshine ♪
♪ Everybody loves the sunshine ♪
♪ Sunshine... ♪
"Ships at a distance have
every man's wish onboard.
For some, they come in with the tide.
For others,
they sail forever on the horizon.
Never out of sight,
never landing until the watcher turns
his eyes away in resignation,
his dreams mocked to death by time.
That is the life of men.
Now, women... forget everything
they don't wanna remember
and remember everything
they don't wanna forget.
The dream is the truth.
Then they act and do things accordingly."
That is the opening paragraph
to my favorite novel of all time.
Hold up, I said "my," not anyone else's.
Their Eyes Were Watching God,
by the saint, Zora Neale Hurston.
Why is that?
Do yourself a flavor and read it.
You will thank me.
If I'm lyin', I'm flyin'.
And Nola Darling hasn't spread wings...
yet.
♪ Sunshine ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
Ah.
Don't waste a drop.
- Keep tilting it for me.
- Okay.
Cheers.
- To us.
- To us.
♪ You only see
What your eyes want to see ♪
♪ How can life be
What you want it to be? ♪
♪ You're frozen ♪
♪ When your heart's not open ♪
♪ You're so consumed
With how much you get ♪
♪ You waste your time
With hate and regret ♪
♪ You're broken ♪
♪ When your heart's not open ♪
♪ Mm, hmm ♪
♪ If I could melt your heart ♪
♪ Mm, hmm ♪
♪ We'd never be apart ♪
♪ Mm, hmm ♪
♪ Give yourself to me ♪
♪ Mm, hmm ♪
♪ You hold ♪
♪ Mm, hmm ♪
♪ We'd never be apart ♪
♪ Mm, hmm ♪
♪ Give yourself to me ♪
♪ Mm, hmm ♪
♪ You hold ♪
♪ The key ♪
♪ If I could melt your heart ♪
I love you.
Oh, God. I love you.
I love you.
Mm, I love you.
Nola Darling...
You have just been Opal Gilstrapped.
Room service.
Do not disturb.
Oh, sorry. We'll just leave this here
in the hallway.
What does your daughter think
about you guys in public?
I mean, not the making out, but, like,
holding hands in the street?
Um... Our daughter Skylar loves it.
Our daughter?
Um...
I mean, she's definitely curious about it.
She's way too grown for her age,
but I kinda feel like she could flip
at any minute and just be over it.
No fucking way!
Ladies, me and Sky
are thick as thieves, okay?
We're like sisters, it's great.
How are the two of you like sisters
when you and I are trying
to raise her as a...
I'm gonna have to remember that move.
What's the story, Morning Glory?
After My Name Isn't,
I feel inspired to increase
my use of video and photography
as a part of my artistic game.
So that's what we're calling it now.
I don't wanna just do
one thing well, okay?
I don't wanna just be known as a painter.
I wanna be multi-disciplinary.
Like who?
Magic and MJ.
Scorsese.
Prince.
Angelou.
Simone.
Sinatra.
Carrie Mae Weems.
Alexandria Smith.
Do you need more names?
Do you know who they are?
I...
am a man of the arts and letters,
and I will thank you to not forget that.
Can we get my camera now?
Merci!
Can we get some help? Thanks.
- How may I help you?
- Hey, man.
The lady here is looking
for a model D-LUX 109
if you have 'em in stock.
Yes, we do.
- Fantastic.
- The lady here definitely has a mouth.
Hi. I'm Nola Darling. What's your name?
- Gifford.
- Nice to meet you, Gifford.
Yes, can we take a look
at that Leica model D-LUX, please?
- Of course.
- Thank you.
- Does this model take video?
- Yes, it does.
Amazing.
And what is the damage?
I'll...
take it.
Ms. Darling, be right back.
- What?
- It's definitely my entire rent check.
Décisions, décisions...
- Decision made.
- Yeah?
Yeah. Oh! Don't hurt me now.
What is that, your shy guy?
- I don't know.
- He don't know?
Thank you.
Um... May I...
uh, spread it out over three cards?
Is that possible?
Anything for you, Ms. Darling.
I didn't wanna say anything,
blow up your spot,
but I loved your My Name Isn't manifesto.
That was dope.
Thank you very much.
Do I get a "that was dope" discount?
And that's a no. Thank you. All right.
Laughing in my face. Cool, cool, cool.
Same shit, different day.
- Mm-hmm. Could've gone boarding.
- Oh, totally.
This motherfucker.
What's up?
Joey Chainz is closed.
- Closed?
- Yeah, for good.
Yeah. As usual, your late ass is late,
and for those of us
who are on time all the time,
when we got here,
shit was closed down, locked up.
No notice, no nothin'.
- Not even a courtesy email.
- Nuh-uh. Nada.
How can they do some shit like that?
Easy. They probably got priced out,
raised the rent mad crazy.
Where does that leave us?
- Ass out.
- Unemployed.
So, what are we supposed to do?
Look for work!
Yo, this is some straight up shenanigans.
I'm going back to bed, y'all.
Fuck this shit.
That's some bullshit!
Let your sacred water wash over me,
cleanse me, nurture me, embrace me.
YemayáMi Madre, sustain me.
I ask you, Iyáto, fill me
with your healing energy
and shine your light into me.
IyáMi Modupe,
allow your presence to be known
in this Ilé,
your sacred space.
O Mio Yemayá. Ase O.
- What up, sis?
- Hey, what's up?
- Huh?
- Yeah.
Buenos dias to my favorite sister.
You only have una sister.
The one and only sister.
All right. Cut the bullshit.
What do you want?
- Bullshit or caca?
- Both.
- Alright. Let's chase to the cut.
- Oh, my God, yo.
I was born this way. Act like you know.
What do you want?
Since you put it that way,
I gots the good news
and I gots the bad news. Which one
you want me to hit you with first?
The good news.
Lulu,
I love you.
I love you more than any brother
could love a sister
without it being freaky and shit.
I love you so much,
it hurts.
- It hurts all right.
- No, no, no.
But do you actually
understand the deepness
and proximity of my love...
Mars,
just give me the bad news. I can take it.
All right. I woke up this glorious morning
feelin' funky, fresh, and fly.
I rode my handmade bike built by me
to Joey Chainz
and guess what?
Surprise me.
Joey Chainz was closed.
Cerrado.
- And?
- Well, Joey Chainz is closed for good.
They lost their lease. Gentrification.
The empire strikes again.
So, like, what are your plans now?
I don't know.
I got some serious figuring out to do.
But...
here's a generous
advance.
Bong to the motherfuckin' bong.
I don't need fucking $50, Mars.
I need half the fucking rent.
Didn't you hear me? You deaf?
Joey Chainz is closed.
I have no place of employment.
- Get a fucking J-O-B then!
- Where?
I don't know, man.
Hit the fucking pavement. You know what?
Because you're my brother
and because I love you,
- I'm kicking your ass out.
- The fuck?
- You gotta go.
- No. Wait.
You're kicking your brother out
who you love with the deep deepness
- and proximity...
- Mars.
- ...so much to the curb?
- You gotta go!
- Go where?
- That's between you and your god.
Lord willing,
this will make you grow the fuck up!
You're not a little kid anymore, Mars!
Be a fucking man!
Grow the fuck up!
Goddamn. You know what? Get out! Get out!
Get out, go. You gotta go.
You gotta go.
It's like that?
It's like that
and a bag of barbecue chips.
Hola.
I'll be back later to get my shit.
Yeah, don't take too fucking long.
Jah. Go.
Lulu, I'mma remember this!
Let me get this straight.
Joey Chainz gets shut down,
Lulu kicks you out,
and now you wanna sleep on my sofa.
You right. You right.
No. You wrong. You wrong.
No. You right. You right.
How long would this be?
Just until I get settled.
Please, baby. Baby, please. Baby.
Please, baby, baby, baby, please. Please.
Por favor and shit.
Okay. Enough already.
No shenanigans, a'ight?
It's short-term only,
one hundred percent platonic.
Yeah, hunnid.
No rawness, nigga.
You didn't know what I was talking about.
Oh, no fucking!
Why didn't you say so?
God give me the strength.
Yo, word to mother.
Nah, no touchy, no feely.
I know you and Opal got
your thing going on,
so mad respect.
Love the one you're with.
Thank you.
Yo, oh...
But here's a little something something
with the rent.
Nola, take it. It's good money.
Boy, you are on the clock
and the clock is ticking.
Tick-tock.
Tick... tock.
- Morning, Mr. Jamie Overstreet.
- Guess we should keep it formal.
You guess right.
How you been?
Well, Cheryl and I, uh...
we're getting a divorce.
I failed my family.
You could never fail your son.
Jamie, I have been talking
to a divorce lawyer.
As have I.
Let's have an amicable divorce.
Is that even possible,
with us?
Yes.
But it will be up to you.
Me?
You and I both know why.
You will blame me.
Blame me for the break-up of our marriage.
I don't blame you, Cheryl.
That's what you're saying now,
but I know you.
You will blame me.
You have never blamed yourself
for anything
since that fateful day we met.
You are incapable of being honest.
Yes or no?
We will have an amicable divorce.
My number one concern
is for our son, Virgil.
You should have thought of that before.
Amicable?
Mars.
What are you doing, ringing my bell?
I just took a chance to see
if you was home.
Okay.
And as you can clearly see, I am.
Now what?
Why you gotta be so hostility to me
and shit?
I just need a friend to talk to.
Oh, we're friends now?
Womb to tomb?
Not birth to earth.
Stop playing.
I lost my job.
I was wondering
when Joey Chainz would finally fire you.
Not fired me.
Your boy Danton came
and shut Joey Chainz down.
Henceforth and whatnot,
Lulu kicked me out the crib.
So, indirectly, directly,
you're responsible for me joining
the ranks of the unemployed.
Me?
Yeah, you, Clorinda.
You really know how to pick' em.
Yeah. You know what?
I really do know how to pick 'em.
I'm sorry, Mars.
What's... What's next?
What's your plan?
- You're not gonna laugh at me?
- I'm not gonna laugh at you.
- You promise?
- Promise, Mars.
- You promise?
- I promise.
Cross your heart and hope to die,
stick a needle in your eye?
Oh my God. You are really trying me.
Clorinda, cross your heart.
- Music.
- What about music?
About to make my dream a reality.
Nothing to it but to do it.
Word.
Well, thanks for not laughing at my dream.
Thanks for sharing it with me.
Can I come inside?
It was almost,
almost a nice moment.
♪ Such pretty hair ♪
♪ May I kiss you ♪
♪ May I kiss you there ♪
What? Are you in Pilates? Keep still!
I'm sorry! I'm stiff.
How much longer is this gonna take?
♪ Beautiful ♪
I saw Mars today.
And?
And what?
What, you two are talking again?
His sister Lulu kicked him out.
He told me
he needs to stay with me until...
Until...?
Until he gets back on his Jordans.
I mean, feet. His feet.
Until he gets back on his feet.
Well, why didn't you talk to me before
you agreed to let him stay with you?
I guess I forgot.
Yeah. Well, I don't know how I feel
about you cohabiting with a former lover.
Um...
Do you trust me?
Look at me. Do you trust me?
Yes, I trust you.
Then trust
I will lay down the law.
Just because you lay down the law
doesn't mean Mars
is going to listen to it.
Baby, it's gonna be okay.
I can take care of myself.
- You think so? Huh?
- I know so.
Hmm.
I guess we'll see about that.
♪ So beautiful ♪
Don't be mad at me.
I'm not mad at you.
I'm annoyed with you.
I'll take annoyed.
I'm sure you will take annoyed.
And now she wants to liquor me up.
♪ One, two, three
The devil's after me ♪
♪ Four, five, six ♪
♪ He's always throwing bricks ♪
♪ Seven, eight, nine ♪
♪ He misses every time ♪
♪ Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
Amen ♪
♪ Nine, eight, seven ♪
♪ We're on our way to heaven ♪
♪ Six, five, four ♪
♪ There's always room for more ♪
♪ Three, two, one ♪
♪ The devil's on the run ♪
♪ Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah ♪
♪ Amen ♪
♪ One, two, three
The devil's after me ♪
♪ Four, five, six
He's always throwing bricks ♪
♪ Seven, eight, nine
He misses every time ♪
♪ Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
Amen ♪
♪ Nine, eight, seven
We're on our way to heaven ♪
♪ Six, five, four ♪
♪ There's always room for more ♪
♪ Three, two, one ♪
♪ The devil's on the run ♪
♪ Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
Amen ♪
Race you.
These strawberries are so ripe.
They're so red.
- They're almost overripe.
- Mm-hmm.
Skylar, finish your breakfast.
I'm done.
Eat your cereal.
You know how many children wake up
and don't have a breakfast?
Yes, and it's a criminal act.
Sky. Finish your cereal so we can...
Okay.
So, you can...?
Finished.
No. What did I say about this?
Oh. Come on. Just a couple.
Yes!
- Sky. Give your mom a kiss.
- Skylar, stop.
Opal. Come on. Just one smile.
- I don't wanna smile.
- Smile, come on.
Okay. More big, juicy kisses.
Skylar, stop it.
You don't like my kisses?
Okay, move in. One more family portrait.
I said stop!
- Can we just do...
- If I...
If I have told you once,
I have told you twice.
Breakfast is not about
a fashion photography shoot.
In my house,
we will sit down...
and eat like civilized people,
like we've got some goddamn sense.
Do I make myself clear?
- Yes.
- Yes.
Skylar.
Listen to your mother.
You gonna listen too?
I always listen.
Do you?
Put your bowl in the sink
and grab your stuff.
- We can't be late for summer school.
- Okay.
- You and I are gonna have a talk.
- Why, though?
Me and Sky were just having fun.
Hey, Skylar. Please don't forget
your backpack this time.
Okay, Mommy.
Love you.
Love you too, Nola.
Love you too... too.
♪ Ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh ♪
Why? Why?
♪ There's a star in the east ♪
♪ Over pyramids at Kingstown ♪
♪ Where there once lived a girl ♪
♪ She ruled the world... ♪
Mars!
Who that be?
Who the fuck do you think it is?
I'm on the toilet.
Let me finish my business.
Por favor and shit.
Oh. Oh.
Oh, snap!
Boy, that's some funny shit!
Yo, what they call that?
A pun.
Like Big Pun?
Rest in peace, my manz.
♪ Nights over Egypt ♪
Oof!
♪ Incense and myrrh ♪
♪ And girls that swirl ♪
Yo. Excuse me.
Them rice and beans got a half-nigga.
What did I tell you about bringing
those fucking carcinogens in my house?
And did you put the toilet seat down?
No.
Who shits with the toilet seat up?
My bad.
But here we are.
- Shit.
- Mars.
Uh...
What? I did what you told me to do.
Did I tell you to break
the motherfucking toilet seat?
Did I tell you that? No.
Well, if it ain't fixed, don't broke it.
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why you yellin'?
Mars, you gotta go. G to the O.
What did I do?
Clemente!
Yo. I only wore these Jordans once.
Have a seat.
Okay.
Woosah. Woo... woosah.
Can I have a couple more days. A'ight?
It won't be long.
How long is long?
Not long.
Please, baby.
Please, baby.
Baby, please.
How long is long?
Please.
Baby...
Oops.
Not baby.
Just please.
You promise?
Cross my heart, hope to die,
stick a needle in my eye.
What the fuck are you, ten?
I need you... Mars.
I need you to vacate my premises, okay?
I... I can't live like this.
I can't work like this.
- I need all your shit to go.
- I promise.
Look, I promise. All right?
Nola, I ain't mad at you.
I appreciate everything
you've done for me.
All right? I will leave. Soon.
Pinkie promise.
Cross my heart, hope to die,
stick a needle in my eye.
I can't...
Wait a moment.
I spoke a lie.
I never really wanted to die.
But if I may or if I might,
my heart is open for the night.
Though my lips are sealed
and a promise is true,
I'll never break my word to you.
I'm willing to risk our bond
that we owned so long
as you're safe.
You'll never be alone.
Cross my heart, hope to die,
stick a needle in my eye.
Break my promise, tell a lie.
Save my friend, though.
Maybe it's bye.
Who the fuck are you right now?
Mars de Blackmon.
Brooklyn's finest, baby.
Mars de Blackmon
needs to get his shit together.
Ha!
F'real, f'real, f'real.
Yeah? Come in! I'm indecent!
Mars?
- Sorry, I'm just playing, yo. Come on in.
- Whatcha doin'?
I'm just working
on a little something something in here.
You got some bangin' acousticals up
in here in your bathroom.
Yo, can I work on my
day-but album in here?
I'll give you a credit, a'ight?
It's gonna be on vinyl.
Old-school album jacket.
There will be no debut album of yours
recorded in my small ladies room.
But I may have something better.
Like what?
We might have a... a gig.
What kinda gig?
A singing gig. Singing background.
It'd be a great gig
if we could just get it.
No details?
I don't wanna jinx it,
so as soon as I know, you will know.
What you know about singing, though?
Don't get it twisted. I can blow.
Wait, when did that happen?
Since I was a child
in the Baptist church choir.
Have you ever been inside of a church?
Yes. I have. You think I'm not religious?
I started practicing Catholicism
when I heard they was giving out
grape juice and crackers once a week.
You're impossible, Mars.
Impossible is Mars!
They call me Luciano Paparazzi
Rodriguez Hernandez!
Shut the fuck up!
Ooh, right here, right here.
Woo!
Get off the toilet!
Are you and Clorinda still good?
Yeah, we're good.
Not as close, but still good.
I think you gotta watch that one.
I don't really trust her.
What? You don't even hang with her
like that.
Well, I don't need to. I can see it
in her eyes. Something's not right.
She is off-kilter. Off balance.
Okay. Okay.
What do you see in my eyes?
I see me, Nola.
Hm.
Nola, I see my reflection in your eyes.
And I see mine in yours.
I see you, Opal.
Welcome to the Hot-N-Trot!
Whose house?
Winny's house!
Whose house?
Winny's house!
Motherfuckin' right!
Make some motherfuckin' noise
for none other than
Stew and The Negro Problem!
Woo!
You don't make
no motherfuckin' noise,
I'll throw you
right in the motherfuckin' street!
♪ Brooklyn ♪
♪ Brooklyn ♪
♪ Brooklyn ♪
♪ I want to move ♪
♪ To a place that's calm and green ♪
♪ I've got nothing left to prove ♪
♪ I'm tired of feeling wound up ♪
♪ Ground up in Gotham's machine ♪
♪ Time to make a soul brother hippy move ♪
♪ Oh, but nature sucks ♪
♪ And my head just stays in flux ♪
♪ I believe my ambition undid me, baby ♪
♪ Now I need a place ♪
♪ A hood in outer space ♪
♪ Jump off the grid
And see what's under my lid ♪
♪ And maybe there's black people
In Fort Greene ♪
Me! Me!
♪ Maybe there's black people
In Fort Greene ♪
♪ I wanna move ♪
♪ To a place that's calm and green ♪
♪ You mean like Central Park, babe ♪
♪ I've got nothing left to prove ♪
♪ Build a treehouse in the dark, babe ♪
- ♪ I'm tired of feeling wound up ♪
- ♪ With me? ♪
♪ Ground up in Gotham's machine ♪
♪ I can't sleep without noise ♪
♪ It's time to make
A soul brother hippy move ♪
♪ I need to be in reach of all my toys ♪
♪ Oh, but nature sucks ♪
♪ I am nature ♪
♪ And my head just stays in flux ♪
♪ Let's go to a Broadway show, babe ♪
♪ I believe my ambition undid me, babe ♪
♪ The one
With the rock and roll negroes? ♪
♪ I need a place ♪
♪ Look at my face ♪
♪ A hood in outer space ♪
♪ Let's go to Harlem and chill, babe ♪
♪ Jump off the grid and see ♪
♪ What's under my lid ♪
♪ I'm off the pill ♪
♪ Maybe there's black people
In Fort Greene ♪
♪ Brooklyn ♪
♪ Maybe there's black people
In Fort Greene ♪
♪ Brooklyn ♪
♪ Maybe there's black people
In Fort Greene ♪
♪ Brooklyn ♪
♪ Maybe there's black people
In Fort Greene ♪
♪ Brooklyn ♪
♪ And when he said,
"What about Brooklyn?" ♪
♪ She said ♪
Where?
♪ And when he said, "What about Brooklyn?"
She said ♪
There?
♪ And when he said,
"We oughta move to Brooklyn" ♪
♪ She said ♪
No.
♪ And when he said
"No Brooklyn, no children" ♪
♪ She said, "What the fuck, let's go" ♪
♪ She said, "What the fuck, let's go" ♪
♪ She said, "What the fuck, let's go" ♪
♪ She said, "What the fuck, let's go" ♪
Come on, Nola, come on!
Come on, Opal.
- ♪ My soul too high ♪
- ♪ If you wanna ride ♪
- ♪ To gentrify ♪
- ♪ Please don't make a fuss ♪
- ♪ My soul too high ♪
- ♪ Step right up inside ♪
- ♪ To gentrify ♪
- ♪ Resurrection bus ♪
- ♪ My soul too high ♪
- ♪ You don't need to hide ♪
- ♪ To gentrify ♪
- ♪ Only you can trust ♪
- ♪ My soul too high ♪
- ♪ Ain't deep but it's wide ♪
- ♪ To gentrify ♪
- ♪ Resurrection bus ♪
- ♪ My soul too high ♪
- ♪ If you wanna ride ♪
- ♪ To gentrify ♪
- ♪ Please don't make a fuss ♪
- ♪ My soul too high ♪
- ♪ Step right up inside ♪
- ♪ To gentrify ♪
- ♪ Please don't make a fuss ♪
♪ My soul too high ♪
♪ To gentrify ♪
♪ My soul too high ♪
♪ To gentrify ♪
♪ Roll out, roll out, roll out! ♪
♪ If you wanna ride ♪
♪ Please don't make a fuss ♪
♪ Step right up inside ♪
♪ Resurrection bus ♪
♪ Ain't no need to hide ♪
♪ Only you can trust ♪
♪ Ain't deep but it's wide ♪
♪ Resurrection bus ♪
- ♪ My soul too high ♪
- ♪ If you wanna ride ♪
♪ To gentrify ♪
- ♪ My soul too high ♪
- ♪ Step right up inside ♪
♪ To gentrify ♪
- ♪ My soul too high ♪
- ♪ Ain't no need to hide ♪
♪ To gentrify ♪
- ♪ My soul too high ♪
- ♪ Ain't deep but it's wide ♪
♪ To gentrify ♪
- ♪ My soul too high ♪
- ♪ If you wanna ride ♪
♪ To gentrify ♪
- ♪ My soul too high ♪
- ♪ Step right up inside ♪
♪ To gentrify ♪
- ♪ My soul too high ♪
- ♪ Ain't no need to hide ♪
♪ To gentrify ♪
- ♪ Roll out! ♪
- ♪ My soul too high... ♪
♪ Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at? ♪
♪ Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at? ♪
First Icee of the summer!
Ready?
♪ My life, my life
In the sunshine ♪
One dollar. One dollar. One dollar.
♪ Everybody loves the sunshine ♪
Hey. Thank you.
Appreciate you.
One-handed.
♪ Sunshine ♪
Oh.
Look at that!
I'm beating you!
Woo!
♪ Sunshine ♪
♪ Folks get down in the sunshine ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Sunshine ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Folks get 'round in the sunshine ♪
Now you throw it back.
Now you throw it back. Throw it back.
Good job. High five, mama.
- Morning, students.
- Good morning, Ms. Moss.
♪ Just bees and things and flowers ♪
♪ Just bees and things and flowers ♪
- You're... You're done.
- Yeah.
It feels like your whole, like,
toe is like...
♪ My life, my life, my life ♪
That was you...
- ¡Carajo!
- Don't look at me, man!
♪ Everybody loves the sunshine ♪
♪ Sunshine ♪
♪ Everybody loves the sunshine ♪
♪ Sunshine... ♪
"Ships at a distance have
every man's wish onboard.
For some, they come in with the tide.
For others,
they sail forever on the horizon.
Never out of sight,
never landing until the watcher turns
his eyes away in resignation,
his dreams mocked to death by time.
That is the life of men.
Now, women... forget everything
they don't wanna remember
and remember everything
they don't wanna forget.
The dream is the truth.
Then they act and do things accordingly."
That is the opening paragraph
to my favorite novel of all time.
Hold up, I said "my," not anyone else's.
Their Eyes Were Watching God,
by the saint, Zora Neale Hurston.
Why is that?
Do yourself a flavor and read it.
You will thank me.
If I'm lyin', I'm flyin'.
And Nola Darling hasn't spread wings...
yet.
♪ Sunshine ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
Ah.
Don't waste a drop.
- Keep tilting it for me.
- Okay.
Cheers.
- To us.
- To us.
♪ You only see
What your eyes want to see ♪
♪ How can life be
What you want it to be? ♪
♪ You're frozen ♪
♪ When your heart's not open ♪
♪ You're so consumed
With how much you get ♪
♪ You waste your time
With hate and regret ♪
♪ You're broken ♪
♪ When your heart's not open ♪
♪ Mm, hmm ♪
♪ If I could melt your heart ♪
♪ Mm, hmm ♪
♪ We'd never be apart ♪
♪ Mm, hmm ♪
♪ Give yourself to me ♪
♪ Mm, hmm ♪
♪ You hold ♪
♪ Mm, hmm ♪
♪ We'd never be apart ♪
♪ Mm, hmm ♪
♪ Give yourself to me ♪
♪ Mm, hmm ♪
♪ You hold ♪
♪ The key ♪
♪ If I could melt your heart ♪
I love you.
Oh, God. I love you.
I love you.
Mm, I love you.
Nola Darling...
You have just been Opal Gilstrapped.
Room service.
Do not disturb.
Oh, sorry. We'll just leave this here
in the hallway.
What does your daughter think
about you guys in public?
I mean, not the making out, but, like,
holding hands in the street?
Um... Our daughter Skylar loves it.
Our daughter?
Um...
I mean, she's definitely curious about it.
She's way too grown for her age,
but I kinda feel like she could flip
at any minute and just be over it.
No fucking way!
Ladies, me and Sky
are thick as thieves, okay?
We're like sisters, it's great.
How are the two of you like sisters
when you and I are trying
to raise her as a...
I'm gonna have to remember that move.
What's the story, Morning Glory?
After My Name Isn't,
I feel inspired to increase
my use of video and photography
as a part of my artistic game.
So that's what we're calling it now.
I don't wanna just do
one thing well, okay?
I don't wanna just be known as a painter.
I wanna be multi-disciplinary.
Like who?
Magic and MJ.
Scorsese.
Prince.
Angelou.
Simone.
Sinatra.
Carrie Mae Weems.
Alexandria Smith.
Do you need more names?
Do you know who they are?
I...
am a man of the arts and letters,
and I will thank you to not forget that.
Can we get my camera now?
Merci!
Can we get some help? Thanks.
- How may I help you?
- Hey, man.
The lady here is looking
for a model D-LUX 109
if you have 'em in stock.
Yes, we do.
- Fantastic.
- The lady here definitely has a mouth.
Hi. I'm Nola Darling. What's your name?
- Gifford.
- Nice to meet you, Gifford.
Yes, can we take a look
at that Leica model D-LUX, please?
- Of course.
- Thank you.
- Does this model take video?
- Yes, it does.
Amazing.
And what is the damage?
I'll...
take it.
Ms. Darling, be right back.
- What?
- It's definitely my entire rent check.
Décisions, décisions...
- Decision made.
- Yeah?
Yeah. Oh! Don't hurt me now.
What is that, your shy guy?
- I don't know.
- He don't know?
Thank you.
Um... May I...
uh, spread it out over three cards?
Is that possible?
Anything for you, Ms. Darling.
I didn't wanna say anything,
blow up your spot,
but I loved your My Name Isn't manifesto.
That was dope.
Thank you very much.
Do I get a "that was dope" discount?
And that's a no. Thank you. All right.
Laughing in my face. Cool, cool, cool.
Same shit, different day.
- Mm-hmm. Could've gone boarding.
- Oh, totally.
This motherfucker.
What's up?
Joey Chainz is closed.
- Closed?
- Yeah, for good.
Yeah. As usual, your late ass is late,
and for those of us
who are on time all the time,
when we got here,
shit was closed down, locked up.
No notice, no nothin'.
- Not even a courtesy email.
- Nuh-uh. Nada.
How can they do some shit like that?
Easy. They probably got priced out,
raised the rent mad crazy.
Where does that leave us?
- Ass out.
- Unemployed.
So, what are we supposed to do?
Look for work!
Yo, this is some straight up shenanigans.
I'm going back to bed, y'all.
Fuck this shit.
That's some bullshit!
Let your sacred water wash over me,
cleanse me, nurture me, embrace me.
YemayáMi Madre, sustain me.
I ask you, Iyáto, fill me
with your healing energy
and shine your light into me.
IyáMi Modupe,
allow your presence to be known
in this Ilé,
your sacred space.
O Mio Yemayá. Ase O.
- What up, sis?
- Hey, what's up?
- Huh?
- Yeah.
Buenos dias to my favorite sister.
You only have una sister.
The one and only sister.
All right. Cut the bullshit.
What do you want?
- Bullshit or caca?
- Both.
- Alright. Let's chase to the cut.
- Oh, my God, yo.
I was born this way. Act like you know.
What do you want?
Since you put it that way,
I gots the good news
and I gots the bad news. Which one
you want me to hit you with first?
The good news.
Lulu,
I love you.
I love you more than any brother
could love a sister
without it being freaky and shit.
I love you so much,
it hurts.
- It hurts all right.
- No, no, no.
But do you actually
understand the deepness
and proximity of my love...
Mars,
just give me the bad news. I can take it.
All right. I woke up this glorious morning
feelin' funky, fresh, and fly.
I rode my handmade bike built by me
to Joey Chainz
and guess what?
Surprise me.
Joey Chainz was closed.
Cerrado.
- And?
- Well, Joey Chainz is closed for good.
They lost their lease. Gentrification.
The empire strikes again.
So, like, what are your plans now?
I don't know.
I got some serious figuring out to do.
But...
here's a generous
advance.
Bong to the motherfuckin' bong.
I don't need fucking $50, Mars.
I need half the fucking rent.
Didn't you hear me? You deaf?
Joey Chainz is closed.
I have no place of employment.
- Get a fucking J-O-B then!
- Where?
I don't know, man.
Hit the fucking pavement. You know what?
Because you're my brother
and because I love you,
- I'm kicking your ass out.
- The fuck?
- You gotta go.
- No. Wait.
You're kicking your brother out
who you love with the deep deepness
- and proximity...
- Mars.
- ...so much to the curb?
- You gotta go!
- Go where?
- That's between you and your god.
Lord willing,
this will make you grow the fuck up!
You're not a little kid anymore, Mars!
Be a fucking man!
Grow the fuck up!
Goddamn. You know what? Get out! Get out!
Get out, go. You gotta go.
You gotta go.
It's like that?
It's like that
and a bag of barbecue chips.
Hola.
I'll be back later to get my shit.
Yeah, don't take too fucking long.
Jah. Go.
Lulu, I'mma remember this!
Let me get this straight.
Joey Chainz gets shut down,
Lulu kicks you out,
and now you wanna sleep on my sofa.
You right. You right.
No. You wrong. You wrong.
No. You right. You right.
How long would this be?
Just until I get settled.
Please, baby. Baby, please. Baby.
Please, baby, baby, baby, please. Please.
Por favor and shit.
Okay. Enough already.
No shenanigans, a'ight?
It's short-term only,
one hundred percent platonic.
Yeah, hunnid.
No rawness, nigga.
You didn't know what I was talking about.
Oh, no fucking!
Why didn't you say so?
God give me the strength.
Yo, word to mother.
Nah, no touchy, no feely.
I know you and Opal got
your thing going on,
so mad respect.
Love the one you're with.
Thank you.
Yo, oh...
But here's a little something something
with the rent.
Nola, take it. It's good money.
Boy, you are on the clock
and the clock is ticking.
Tick-tock.
Tick... tock.
- Morning, Mr. Jamie Overstreet.
- Guess we should keep it formal.
You guess right.
How you been?
Well, Cheryl and I, uh...
we're getting a divorce.
I failed my family.
You could never fail your son.
Jamie, I have been talking
to a divorce lawyer.
As have I.
Let's have an amicable divorce.
Is that even possible,
with us?
Yes.
But it will be up to you.
Me?
You and I both know why.
You will blame me.
Blame me for the break-up of our marriage.
I don't blame you, Cheryl.
That's what you're saying now,
but I know you.
You will blame me.
You have never blamed yourself
for anything
since that fateful day we met.
You are incapable of being honest.
Yes or no?
We will have an amicable divorce.
My number one concern
is for our son, Virgil.
You should have thought of that before.
Amicable?
Mars.
What are you doing, ringing my bell?
I just took a chance to see
if you was home.
Okay.
And as you can clearly see, I am.
Now what?
Why you gotta be so hostility to me
and shit?
I just need a friend to talk to.
Oh, we're friends now?
Womb to tomb?
Not birth to earth.
Stop playing.
I lost my job.
I was wondering
when Joey Chainz would finally fire you.
Not fired me.
Your boy Danton came
and shut Joey Chainz down.
Henceforth and whatnot,
Lulu kicked me out the crib.
So, indirectly, directly,
you're responsible for me joining
the ranks of the unemployed.
Me?
Yeah, you, Clorinda.
You really know how to pick' em.
Yeah. You know what?
I really do know how to pick 'em.
I'm sorry, Mars.
What's... What's next?
What's your plan?
- You're not gonna laugh at me?
- I'm not gonna laugh at you.
- You promise?
- Promise, Mars.
- You promise?
- I promise.
Cross your heart and hope to die,
stick a needle in your eye?
Oh my God. You are really trying me.
Clorinda, cross your heart.
- Music.
- What about music?
About to make my dream a reality.
Nothing to it but to do it.
Word.
Well, thanks for not laughing at my dream.
Thanks for sharing it with me.
Can I come inside?
It was almost,
almost a nice moment.
♪ Such pretty hair ♪
♪ May I kiss you ♪
♪ May I kiss you there ♪
What? Are you in Pilates? Keep still!
I'm sorry! I'm stiff.
How much longer is this gonna take?
♪ Beautiful ♪
I saw Mars today.
And?
And what?
What, you two are talking again?
His sister Lulu kicked him out.
He told me
he needs to stay with me until...
Until...?
Until he gets back on his Jordans.
I mean, feet. His feet.
Until he gets back on his feet.
Well, why didn't you talk to me before
you agreed to let him stay with you?
I guess I forgot.
Yeah. Well, I don't know how I feel
about you cohabiting with a former lover.
Um...
Do you trust me?
Look at me. Do you trust me?
Yes, I trust you.
Then trust
I will lay down the law.
Just because you lay down the law
doesn't mean Mars
is going to listen to it.
Baby, it's gonna be okay.
I can take care of myself.
- You think so? Huh?
- I know so.
Hmm.
I guess we'll see about that.
♪ So beautiful ♪
Don't be mad at me.
I'm not mad at you.
I'm annoyed with you.
I'll take annoyed.
I'm sure you will take annoyed.
And now she wants to liquor me up.
♪ One, two, three
The devil's after me ♪
♪ Four, five, six ♪
♪ He's always throwing bricks ♪
♪ Seven, eight, nine ♪
♪ He misses every time ♪
♪ Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
Amen ♪
♪ Nine, eight, seven ♪
♪ We're on our way to heaven ♪
♪ Six, five, four ♪
♪ There's always room for more ♪
♪ Three, two, one ♪
♪ The devil's on the run ♪
♪ Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah ♪
♪ Amen ♪
♪ One, two, three
The devil's after me ♪
♪ Four, five, six
He's always throwing bricks ♪
♪ Seven, eight, nine
He misses every time ♪
♪ Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
Amen ♪
♪ Nine, eight, seven
We're on our way to heaven ♪
♪ Six, five, four ♪
♪ There's always room for more ♪
♪ Three, two, one ♪
♪ The devil's on the run ♪
♪ Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
Amen ♪
Race you.
These strawberries are so ripe.
They're so red.
- They're almost overripe.
- Mm-hmm.
Skylar, finish your breakfast.
I'm done.
Eat your cereal.
You know how many children wake up
and don't have a breakfast?
Yes, and it's a criminal act.
Sky. Finish your cereal so we can...
Okay.
So, you can...?
Finished.
No. What did I say about this?
Oh. Come on. Just a couple.
Yes!
- Sky. Give your mom a kiss.
- Skylar, stop.
Opal. Come on. Just one smile.
- I don't wanna smile.
- Smile, come on.
Okay. More big, juicy kisses.
Skylar, stop it.
You don't like my kisses?
Okay, move in. One more family portrait.
I said stop!
- Can we just do...
- If I...
If I have told you once,
I have told you twice.
Breakfast is not about
a fashion photography shoot.
In my house,
we will sit down...
and eat like civilized people,
like we've got some goddamn sense.
Do I make myself clear?
- Yes.
- Yes.
Skylar.
Listen to your mother.
You gonna listen too?
I always listen.
Do you?
Put your bowl in the sink
and grab your stuff.
- We can't be late for summer school.
- Okay.
- You and I are gonna have a talk.
- Why, though?
Me and Sky were just having fun.
Hey, Skylar. Please don't forget
your backpack this time.
Okay, Mommy.
Love you.
Love you too, Nola.
Love you too... too.
♪ Ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh ♪
Why? Why?
♪ There's a star in the east ♪
♪ Over pyramids at Kingstown ♪
♪ Where there once lived a girl ♪
♪ She ruled the world... ♪
Mars!
Who that be?
Who the fuck do you think it is?
I'm on the toilet.
Let me finish my business.
Por favor and shit.
Oh. Oh.
Oh, snap!
Boy, that's some funny shit!
Yo, what they call that?
A pun.
Like Big Pun?
Rest in peace, my manz.
♪ Nights over Egypt ♪
Oof!
♪ Incense and myrrh ♪
♪ And girls that swirl ♪
Yo. Excuse me.
Them rice and beans got a half-nigga.
What did I tell you about bringing
those fucking carcinogens in my house?
And did you put the toilet seat down?
No.
Who shits with the toilet seat up?
My bad.
But here we are.
- Shit.
- Mars.
Uh...
What? I did what you told me to do.
Did I tell you to break
the motherfucking toilet seat?
Did I tell you that? No.
Well, if it ain't fixed, don't broke it.
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why you yellin'?
Mars, you gotta go. G to the O.
What did I do?
Clemente!
Yo. I only wore these Jordans once.
Have a seat.
Okay.
Woosah. Woo... woosah.
Can I have a couple more days. A'ight?
It won't be long.
How long is long?
Not long.
Please, baby.
Please, baby.
Baby, please.
How long is long?
Please.
Baby...
Oops.
Not baby.
Just please.
You promise?
Cross my heart, hope to die,
stick a needle in my eye.
What the fuck are you, ten?
I need you... Mars.
I need you to vacate my premises, okay?
I... I can't live like this.
I can't work like this.
- I need all your shit to go.
- I promise.
Look, I promise. All right?
Nola, I ain't mad at you.
I appreciate everything
you've done for me.
All right? I will leave. Soon.
Pinkie promise.
Cross my heart, hope to die,
stick a needle in my eye.
I can't...
Wait a moment.
I spoke a lie.
I never really wanted to die.
But if I may or if I might,
my heart is open for the night.
Though my lips are sealed
and a promise is true,
I'll never break my word to you.
I'm willing to risk our bond
that we owned so long
as you're safe.
You'll never be alone.
Cross my heart, hope to die,
stick a needle in my eye.
Break my promise, tell a lie.
Save my friend, though.
Maybe it's bye.
Who the fuck are you right now?
Mars de Blackmon.
Brooklyn's finest, baby.
Mars de Blackmon
needs to get his shit together.
Ha!
F'real, f'real, f'real.
Yeah? Come in! I'm indecent!
Mars?
- Sorry, I'm just playing, yo. Come on in.
- Whatcha doin'?
I'm just working
on a little something something in here.
You got some bangin' acousticals up
in here in your bathroom.
Yo, can I work on my
day-but album in here?
I'll give you a credit, a'ight?
It's gonna be on vinyl.
Old-school album jacket.
There will be no debut album of yours
recorded in my small ladies room.
But I may have something better.
Like what?
We might have a... a gig.
What kinda gig?
A singing gig. Singing background.
It'd be a great gig
if we could just get it.
No details?
I don't wanna jinx it,
so as soon as I know, you will know.
What you know about singing, though?
Don't get it twisted. I can blow.
Wait, when did that happen?
Since I was a child
in the Baptist church choir.
Have you ever been inside of a church?
Yes. I have. You think I'm not religious?
I started practicing Catholicism
when I heard they was giving out
grape juice and crackers once a week.
You're impossible, Mars.
Impossible is Mars!
They call me Luciano Paparazzi
Rodriguez Hernandez!
Shut the fuck up!
Ooh, right here, right here.
Woo!
Get off the toilet!
Are you and Clorinda still good?
Yeah, we're good.
Not as close, but still good.
I think you gotta watch that one.
I don't really trust her.
What? You don't even hang with her
like that.
Well, I don't need to. I can see it
in her eyes. Something's not right.
She is off-kilter. Off balance.
Okay. Okay.
What do you see in my eyes?
I see me, Nola.
Hm.
Nola, I see my reflection in your eyes.
And I see mine in yours.
I see you, Opal.
Welcome to the Hot-N-Trot!
Whose house?
Winny's house!
Whose house?
Winny's house!
Motherfuckin' right!
Make some motherfuckin' noise
for none other than
Stew and The Negro Problem!
Woo!
You don't make
no motherfuckin' noise,
I'll throw you
right in the motherfuckin' street!
♪ Brooklyn ♪
♪ Brooklyn ♪
♪ Brooklyn ♪
♪ I want to move ♪
♪ To a place that's calm and green ♪
♪ I've got nothing left to prove ♪
♪ I'm tired of feeling wound up ♪
♪ Ground up in Gotham's machine ♪
♪ Time to make a soul brother hippy move ♪
♪ Oh, but nature sucks ♪
♪ And my head just stays in flux ♪
♪ I believe my ambition undid me, baby ♪
♪ Now I need a place ♪
♪ A hood in outer space ♪
♪ Jump off the grid
And see what's under my lid ♪
♪ And maybe there's black people
In Fort Greene ♪
Me! Me!
♪ Maybe there's black people
In Fort Greene ♪
♪ I wanna move ♪
♪ To a place that's calm and green ♪
♪ You mean like Central Park, babe ♪
♪ I've got nothing left to prove ♪
♪ Build a treehouse in the dark, babe ♪
- ♪ I'm tired of feeling wound up ♪
- ♪ With me? ♪
♪ Ground up in Gotham's machine ♪
♪ I can't sleep without noise ♪
♪ It's time to make
A soul brother hippy move ♪
♪ I need to be in reach of all my toys ♪
♪ Oh, but nature sucks ♪
♪ I am nature ♪
♪ And my head just stays in flux ♪
♪ Let's go to a Broadway show, babe ♪
♪ I believe my ambition undid me, babe ♪
♪ The one
With the rock and roll negroes? ♪
♪ I need a place ♪
♪ Look at my face ♪
♪ A hood in outer space ♪
♪ Let's go to Harlem and chill, babe ♪
♪ Jump off the grid and see ♪
♪ What's under my lid ♪
♪ I'm off the pill ♪
♪ Maybe there's black people
In Fort Greene ♪
♪ Brooklyn ♪
♪ Maybe there's black people
In Fort Greene ♪
♪ Brooklyn ♪
♪ Maybe there's black people
In Fort Greene ♪
♪ Brooklyn ♪
♪ Maybe there's black people
In Fort Greene ♪
♪ Brooklyn ♪
♪ And when he said,
"What about Brooklyn?" ♪
♪ She said ♪
Where?
♪ And when he said, "What about Brooklyn?"
She said ♪
There?
♪ And when he said,
"We oughta move to Brooklyn" ♪
♪ She said ♪
No.
♪ And when he said
"No Brooklyn, no children" ♪
♪ She said, "What the fuck, let's go" ♪
♪ She said, "What the fuck, let's go" ♪
♪ She said, "What the fuck, let's go" ♪
♪ She said, "What the fuck, let's go" ♪
Come on, Nola, come on!
Come on, Opal.
- ♪ My soul too high ♪
- ♪ If you wanna ride ♪
- ♪ To gentrify ♪
- ♪ Please don't make a fuss ♪
- ♪ My soul too high ♪
- ♪ Step right up inside ♪
- ♪ To gentrify ♪
- ♪ Resurrection bus ♪
- ♪ My soul too high ♪
- ♪ You don't need to hide ♪
- ♪ To gentrify ♪
- ♪ Only you can trust ♪
- ♪ My soul too high ♪
- ♪ Ain't deep but it's wide ♪
- ♪ To gentrify ♪
- ♪ Resurrection bus ♪
- ♪ My soul too high ♪
- ♪ If you wanna ride ♪
- ♪ To gentrify ♪
- ♪ Please don't make a fuss ♪
- ♪ My soul too high ♪
- ♪ Step right up inside ♪
- ♪ To gentrify ♪
- ♪ Please don't make a fuss ♪
♪ My soul too high ♪
♪ To gentrify ♪
♪ My soul too high ♪
♪ To gentrify ♪
♪ Roll out, roll out, roll out! ♪
♪ If you wanna ride ♪
♪ Please don't make a fuss ♪
♪ Step right up inside ♪
♪ Resurrection bus ♪
♪ Ain't no need to hide ♪
♪ Only you can trust ♪
♪ Ain't deep but it's wide ♪
♪ Resurrection bus ♪
- ♪ My soul too high ♪
- ♪ If you wanna ride ♪
♪ To gentrify ♪
- ♪ My soul too high ♪
- ♪ Step right up inside ♪
♪ To gentrify ♪
- ♪ My soul too high ♪
- ♪ Ain't no need to hide ♪
♪ To gentrify ♪
- ♪ My soul too high ♪
- ♪ Ain't deep but it's wide ♪
♪ To gentrify ♪
- ♪ My soul too high ♪
- ♪ If you wanna ride ♪
♪ To gentrify ♪
- ♪ My soul too high ♪
- ♪ Step right up inside ♪
♪ To gentrify ♪
- ♪ My soul too high ♪
- ♪ Ain't no need to hide ♪
♪ To gentrify ♪
- ♪ Roll out! ♪
- ♪ My soul too high... ♪