The Game (2021–…): Season 1, Episode 8 - Snips, Clips, and Chair Sits - full transcript

- Dawg, I'm talking team photo.
- Mm-hmm.

Caption, "Get your
'Lik Sneaks now!

They sleeky and they freaky."

Huh? What you think?

I think the caption's
pretty weak-y.

Okay, well, you just missed out

on your free pair of
'Lik Sneaks, baby.

Yo, where the hell is everybody?

- No, I'm not...
- No. No.

Malik.

Gentlemen and barbarians,
I present your prom king,



Jamison Fields and his date.

Okay, yeah, I'm
out. Okay, I'm out.

Oh!

Guys, guys, seriously.

Aw, boo!

I thought all Black
guys knew how to dance.

Hey, I'm Conner.

Can I, uh, can I
dance with your date?

Who is this fine, sexy,
talk about perfect...

No, you can't
dance with my date.

- She's my date.
- You can share.

Uh, the question
is, do you love her?

- Mm.
- Whoo!

I, uh...



I don't know!

Yeah, ha-ha! Yeah, look, guys.

Guys, guys, guys, guys. Ain't
none of this funny, man.

Ain't none of this funny.

- Can you stop?
- Sir, please stand by, sir.

No, can you...

Jamison, can you teach me
how to throw a football?

I'll mike you up.

But only if you
see me as the you

that you see me
as I'm seeing you.

Pretty deep.

Hey! That's enough!

That is enough, man, what...

- Dawg, dawg, dawg.
- Yeah, man.

- Come here, man, come...
- Y'all play too much.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
we play too much.

But listen, bro, just chill out,

'cause all this means,
is that your Black ass

is a part of the
family now, man!

Huh?

I'm not one of the family
until I make the team.

That's all that matters.

- Hey, bro, what...
- Playing... no, you play too much.

Too much. Play too much.

Yo, what is this? What the...

Yo, what... what is this?

Come on, man!

Dawg, bro, y'all
seriously think it's okay

to take the worst
moment of a man's life

and make a joke about it?

Seriously?!

If this is your sick
idea of a family,

I have one question.

Which one of you
idiots is gonna pin

this cute boutonniere on me?

Oh, I hate y'all!
I hate y'all!

Y'all play too much, dawg!
Y'all play too much, man!

♪

Mmm! This taste like
chocolate, honey.

Give me some marshmallows
and we talking.

Thank you, baby.

Tasha, we should get going.
Got a hard out at 6:00.

Gotta prep for my
Vogueshoot in the morning.

Oh, really? Who you
shooting at Vogue?

Oprah, girl. She
got the cover.

Oh, so I am ahead of Oprah.

Yes! Okay, well, honey,

this butterfly is gorgeous

and she is ready to take flight.

Yeah? I'm ready, girl.

Excuse me, ma'am.

We have a complaint
about your hairstyle.

- The beads.
- What about the beads?

Well, they're not regulation.

You scared to
lose? Just say so!

Thanks, but no thanks.

- I ain't feeling these.
- Well, dawg, that's your loss.

You know how much these
sneakers gonna be worth?

I don't care if they worth
a million dollars, Malik,

you can kick rocks with
these kicks, all right?

Did you ask Sydney
if she wants 'em

- with her big-ass feet?
- I did.

She said shove 'em up your ass,

but I'm trying to
show some restraint.

Whoa, ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho.

What the hell is
going on here, y'all?

Why don't you ask your
moms what's going on?

Oh, that's right.

She's under the bus,
where you threw her.

I didn't know the tweet would
blow back on my moms, fool.

She cool.

She spun that shit
like Rumpelstiltskin.

What the hell y'all mad about?

My mom means everything
to me, Malik.

I wouldn't be here without her.

Okay.

I love my freaky 'Likies.

- What?
- You gonna trust a leader

who'd risk destroying his
own mom to make a point?

Dawg, not you too, man.

Oh, no, man, I
love these things.

Can I try like a 12, though?

Uh, sure. Just get Sydney's.

- This one?
- Yeah.

We either have to
get rid of the beads

or you'll have to forfeit.

Can we call my mom?

Yeah.

Kai, in the history of Oakmont,

we have never forfeited a match.

Forfeiting is quitting,

and we don't train
quitters, do we?

When you mix the
vibe of a nightclub

and the energy of
a football game,

you get a cocktail of
euphoria and money.

Cocktail of euphoria and money.

Doesn't even make any sense.

Okay, okay, all right.

Focus, Britt.

When you...

Jamison? What are
you doing here?

Look, I just need to come
out and say this to you.

- I am, um...
- Okay, look, but before you do,

I really am working
on something, so...

- It'll be real quick.
- But it's already not.

Look, we got a lot

of screen time on Hard Blocks,

and I was harsh.

I was caught off-guard,

and some unexpected
feelings came up.

I saw that. Me and
the whole world.

No.

No, not... not
feelings for Allison.

Feelings that led
me here... to you.

Oh, um...

You can sit down if you...

Oh, thank you.

- Um...
- Uh, if I'm being honest,

I kind of felt some way too.

I was hoping you'd say that.

And I was also hoping
that maybe we could take

these feelings out for a bite?

I would love to take our
feelings out for a bite,

but it's obvious
you have some things

to work through, so...

- So, that's a no.
- It's a not right now.

But look, I really... I gotta
work on my pitch because...

Oh, the pitch that Tasha
told you not to do?

Tasha don't own me, she
don't tell me what to do.

So, you called in sick.

- Stomach flu, cramps, all of that.
- Right.

The pitch is in
T-minus three hours,

and it's still... It's
missing something.

Well, how 'bout a
dress rehearsal?

- I could be your audience.
- Would you really

- do that for me?
- Of course.

But, if I buy this
pitch, this is a date.

- Mm.
- Mm.

Fine.

- Don't mind me, but I just gotta ask.
- Mm-hmm?

Finding out your son
betrayed a sister

on national TV, how you doing?

Oh, girl, that ain't
nothing, honey.

But this Mogul Magazinespread

is ever-y-thing! Okay?

Okay.

- Music off.
- Oh, Lord.

This is my daughter's
school. I gotta take this.

This is Tasha Mack.

Mrs. Mack, it's
Simone at Oakmont.

I need you to come to campus,

there was a situation with Kai.

A situation? What
you mean a situation?

- Is Kai okay?
- Kai's fine.

But it's best if you get
down here immediately.

Okay, I'll be right there.

Uh, Carrie? Don't
you move, girl,

'cause this butterfly
gonna be right back, okay?

Club End Zone is a unique
and special experience

that'll make you the
envy of all owners.

Thank you.

So, what'd you think?

- I think it was good.
- Good, like great?

Or good, like you don't
wanna hurt my feelings?

Good, as in it was really good.

- But...
- But you're right, it's missing something.

It's missing something.
You felt it, right?

Yeah. I think it's
missing the why.

Like, why do you
need to do this club?

Because it's my idea,

it's a great idea,
and I wanna get paid.

I know that.

Like, for example, like, why
do I need to play football?

- Why?
- Football saved my life.

It's the only space I
can go to and feel free.

If life is a battlefield,
my pads are my armor,

my skills are my sword.

This world of violence
is where I find peace.

I'd be lost without it.

Okay. I need to find a why.

Exactly. Why does
Brittany Pitts

- need to do this club?
- Well, no, no, no.

'Cause the Colonel
doesn't care about why me,

he cares about why him.

Okay, I got it.

So, each game, I will
bring a VIP artist

to Club End Zone, like...

I don't know, somebody
like Ari Lennox.

And then, that artist

will perform at the
Colonel's casino

the entire week, so
then it's a win-win.

That's the why! Oh,
okay, let yourself out,

and I just gotta adjust
my pitch really quick.

- This...
- But thank you. Thank you so much.

- Um...
- All right, bye!

Kai?

Oh. Hey, baby.

- Are you okay?
- Mommy, I won.

She's 12, and I kicked
that scaredy-cat's butt.

I know. And Mommy
is so proud of you.

Can you do me a favor
and go wait in the hall?

I'm not in trouble, am I?

You're not in trouble.

Who cut my baby's crown?

Okay, first, I would like to say

that Kai is very gifted.

Now, unfortunately,
we had an obstacle

that we had to overcome
in order to get Kai

that big victory.

You're calling her
hair an obstacle?

Well, I assumed that you
would be at the match.

We tried calling but
you couldn't be reached.

Oh, okay, so because
I couldn't be reached,

you thought it was
okay to maim my child?!

Well, I did try to
get the beads out,

but I... I mean, her hair
was just too tight and messy.

Messy? Oh, I got your messy.

Better yet, the Bible
says an eye for an eye,

or a lock for a lock,
and if it don't,

it damn well should.

I wish they would.

Ain't that a bitch?

Mama's boy dropped the
tweet on his own mama.

It's 'cause they
focusing on the messenger

and not the message.

Man, Kincaid out
here "nigga" calling,

and you getting
crucified? Shit wack.

Everybody's against me, Caleb.

Hell, maybe I shouldn't
do this press tour.

Like, what if my mom
is trying to set me up?

Yeah, well, put
a period on that.

We got sneaks to sell.

No, I'm serious, dawg.

All my mama care about
is milking the cash cow.

She don't give a damn about
what I think or how I feel.

She wouldn't stand up
for me with the Colonel,

but she gonna stand
up for that white boy.

And seriously, dawg, Caleb...

she should be apologizing to me.

Yo, dawg, how long you
been standing right there?

Yo, dawg, who is Caleb?

I'm suing you, I'm
suing this school,

I'm suing your mama,
I'm suing the ghost

of your mama's mama for
traumatizing my child.

Tasha, let's not overreact.

Kai didn't seem at
all traumatized.

Well, Karen, sometimes Black
trauma seems invisible,

until one day you wake
up and you're surrounded

by two rent-a-cops
waiting to grab a bitch.

Ken, Bob, we'll handle this.

Hallelujah.

Finally, someone
Black in charge.

I'm sorry, sister, I
don't know who you are,

but I love your energy.

- Fire this bitch!
- Mrs. Mack, I'm Monique Moore,

the COO of Oakmont.

I don't have all the details,
but from what I've been told,

Simone removed Kai's
beads as requested.

Oh. You one of
those sisters, huh?

Tasha, listen, Kai is now the
youngest first-place winner

in the history of the academy.

What better demonstration
of Black girl magic?

You know, I ain't kick
nobody's ass in a long time,

but you got one more word
to come out of your mouth

before I lay hands on you.

Obviously, there's no
reasoning with you.

Monique, can you
please speak to her?

Simone, is that
why you called me?

So the only Black board member

can Harriet Tubman you
out of this situation?

Ha!

You see, the
Underground Railroad

- is closed today.
- Of course not.

I called you because I thought
that you would understand.

Oh, I understand.

You didn't just
remove the beads,

you cut a little girl's
hair in the name of victory,

and you have no remorse.

I did what Kai wanted and what
was best for this academy.

She is a child. She doesn't
know what she wants!

Well, maybe if her mother
had been here for her,

then we wouldn't be
in this mess in the...

- You arrogant piece of...
- Uh-uh, Tasha.

Come on. Come on, come on.

I cannot justify
what Simone did.

But I know this.
If you stay here,

this won't end well.

Why don't you come with me?

I think I know how to help Kai.

This here... this ain't over.

Lead the way, Harriet.

Malik, you are up
here getting high,

you're yelling at the TV,
and you're talking to a dude

who's not even there.

I'm worried about you, man.

Bro, it's nothing, all right?

Shit, all right, look,

I'm just talking
to myself, dawg.

Look, I'm high, that's all.

Yeah, yeah, you said
that to Hard Blocks.

I didn't believe it then,
and I don't believe it now.

So, I'm gonna ask you
again. Who is Caleb?

Yo, 'Lik, it's time.

I don't think we can
handle the Mom thing alone.

Caleb is my best friend.

Or at least, he
was until he died.

And sometimes, I
miss talking to him.

So, when shit get
tough in my life, I do.

So, that's it. Just let it go.

I got you. Oh,
whoa, okay, okay.

- How'd he die?

Senior year.

Homecoming game.

Took a hit that he'd
taken a thousand times,

but only this time,
he never got up.

A year later, he died.

- Look, I'm sorry, man.

Is he here now?

Damn right, I'm
here. Always will be.

Yeah, he's here now.

Look, dawg, I know
he ain't real.

But with this ownership shit

and this pressure to
change, I need him.

But what I really need
right now is a fresh cut

before this live Gayle King
TV interview I got to do, hmm?

Yeah, I wasn't
gonna say nothing.

Yeah, well, barber's a
freaking flake, dawg.

Well, lucky for you,

came to the right place, my man.

Oh, hell. No, don't tell me

that you learned how to
cut hair in prison too.

Oh yeah, it's one of
my many side hustles.

- Yeah.

Go on, sit down, let me
fade you up real quick.

Hey. Trust me.

Cheers.

That head mistress
is a disgrace.

Bitch, she done Frankenstein
my child's head.

Okay, she's not qualified
to run the school.

I agree, but she's
great at fundraising.

- Mm.
- Oakmont is in the midst

of being acquired,

and the incoming
owners love her.

Well...

So, what type of style
are you looking for?

I just wanna show off

her natural beauty.

Mm, that baby old
enough for a lace front.

Her mama could use one too.

Says the woman with
a Ziploc on her head.

- Mm.
- Yeah.

Look, uh, just do

whatever you need to, okay?

- Okay.
- Mommy, can't you just do

my hair like before?

I kept my beads.

Oh, baby, look,

it's not gonna be exactly
like it was before, okay?

But I promise you,
Mommy's gonna fix this.

- Okay.
- Mwah.

That's right, I'm
gonna hook you up

with something even better.

I'm just gonna save
these for you, all right?

I haven't even been
in Vegas long enough

to find my own salon,
so thank you for this.

- Mm-hmm.
- All right, but you don't have to stay.

I know. I want to.

Okay.

So, who's buying Oakmont, hmm?

- Why don't you give me the tea?

And as you can
see, Club End Zone

is a unique and
special experience

that'll make you the
envy of all owners.

Thank you.

Miss Brittany, you are
pretty as a picture.

- Isn't she, Beau?
- Oh, she sure is.

But what I'm seeing
is all the hard work

she put into her pitch.

My son is right, as
usual. Excellent job.

Well, we've heard
all we need to hear.

We'll be in touch.

Oh, did you think that
"thank you" meant I was done?

No, no, no.

"Thank you" meant thank you
for this amazing opportunity,

but it would be nothing
without the why.

Why me, why no one else
can do this job like me.

All right, tell
us about the why.

As you know, I'm
a football child,

and I love going to the games.

But I never felt
closer to my dad

than when I was in that end zone

cheering him on when
he scored a touchdown,

and he would wink at me
and hand me the ball.

And it was just us.

All eyes on us in
this dynamic storm,

and that's the feeling
I wanna give our VIPs,

that thrill, you
know, that excitement,

the love for the
game, and that is what

we can give them inside
of Club End Zone.

Your daddy gave
you the football?

He gave me the football.

- You never gave me a football.

I'm giving you a franchise, son.

That's true.

- Miss Brittany?
- Yes?

I got a gut feeling about you.

I... I may be plumb crazy...

but I think you're the
right person for the job.

Congratulations.

I look forward to
working with you,

and Tasha Mack.

Yes. Yes, thank you.

Thank you.

All right, my man, I
think you are good.

My man! Boy, if
the football stuff

don't work out, you got you
a customer for life, dawg.

I appreciate it, I'ma
hold you to that.

And, uh... look, I'm...

I'm here for you whenever.

But I think you should talk
to somebody about Caleb.

Look, bro,

I just had a full
therapy session

on a Black man's therapy couch.

- Dawg, I'm good, man.
- Yeah, and as Black people,

we think it's the same
thing, but it's not.

Talking about a
professional, you know,

just to... just to be sure.

Doc said I'm fine, okay?

I just need a little extra
help with the stress.

Caleb is my extra.
Now, I got you.

Okay, I hear you. But
what about your mother?

You will not be right until
you make that right, man.

Take it from somebody
who wishes every day

that he still had
his moms around.

Make it right.

Mm-hmm.

Damn.

My assistant need an assistant.

This shit is for the birds.

Snip and sip, on the house.

I'm taking two, okay?

God owes me today.

What y'all watching?

Nothing.

I'm sick about this, Tash.

It's a damn shame what they
did to that baby's braids.

People always wanna
regulate Black folks' hair,

like they did with
Black women in the Army.

Or those wrestlers
in New Jersey.

- Mm-hmm.
- Or that softball player.

Or the swimmers in the Olympics

who weren't able
to wear swim caps.

It's hair racism,
that's what it is.

I don't know. If
your hair can't take

the chlorine, don't swim.

We don't need no
special treatment.

It ain't special
treatment, it's control.

It's "blanipulation..." the
manipulation of Black folk,

socially, romantically,
all of that.

Everybody's got an opinion.,

everybody taking
sides about our hair.

It's team bonnet
versus team no bonnet.

It's team extensions
versus team natural.

- It's exhausting.
- And it's financial, okay?

- Exactly.
- Because hair is linked to beauty,

- and beauty is a commodity.
- Mm-hmm.

It's all economic control.

All these rules about
Black-specific hair

are directly connected to
keeping Black women down.

Keep 'em down and
they make less money.

I think it's deeper
than the bag.

Honey, nothing is
deeper than money.

Psychologically.

The unattainability
of perceived beauty

threatens our
emotional well-being.

Well, my emotional
well-being is money.

But did she win?

Uh-oh.

- Excuse me?
- I said, did she win?

6-2, 6-1, straight sets.

Well, congratulate
the young queen

and keep it moving.

She wasn't on
court to look good,

she was there to win.

Your daughter can
still hold a racket.

They chopped off her
beads, not her arm.

It'll grow back.
It's just hair.

There. Why don't you keep it?

It's just hair.

Next up, please
welcome the fabulous,

the fashionable, the
sometimes controversial

superstar quarterback of
the Las Vegas Fightin' Fury,

Mr. Malik Wright.

- Come on out, Malik.
- Gayle.

What up, what up, what up!

Welcome back, Malik.
It's so good to see you.

- Oh, you too, Gayle.
- So good to see you.

- You look beautiful, as always.
- Thanks.

You say that to all the girls,
but thank you, thank you.

- Only the pretty ones.
- I think a better question

is what's up with you?

Oh, just loving
life, playing ball,

and I bought you a gift, beauty.

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

Those are gorgeous, but listen,

I think getting an interview
with a world-class athlete

is gift enough, but this
is so nice of you to do.

Enjoy these, because
once they hit the market,

they gonna be hard
to get, y'all.

- Oh, wait a second.
- I'm telling you.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

- I was gonna surprise you...
- Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho!

I already got these. I paid.

They're pricey, and I
groveled, but it was worth it.

But I will say
this, I'll make sure

that a very special person
gets those shoes that you sent.

And listen, after this,

I'm giving away free
pairs of 'Lik Sneaks

to the first 50 fans
who meets me downstairs

when this interview's done!

You know, I'm thinking between
the shoe release this week...

- Mm-hmm.
- And the tweet

that was heard
around the world...

- this has been

a very interesting time, very
interesting week for you.

You know, Gayle, I'm
really struggling

with how that all went down.

- I was wondering about that.
- Yeah.

My fans, my teammates, my mom

even said, "Malik, you
gotta make this right."

- Your mom said that?
- Yes.

An apology is long overdue.

And so, today, in front of God,

in front of you, I
wanna make that happen.

- Mom, I hope you're watching.
- Mm.

Gayle, we've spoken about this.

- Can I do it now?
- Please do.

- Thank you.
- What's going on with Malik?

- Allow me to introduce to you...
- He's apologizing.

- Malik style.
- The man

that will make that apology

a reality.

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to the stage,
Mr. Keith Kincaid.

- Keith, welcome.
- Gayle, thanks for having me.

Please, have a seat. So,
the two of you are here.

- Yeah, get him, Malik.
- Does this mean, can we assume

that you all are friends now?

I know you two have
the same agent.

I think we're getting there.

Gayle, same agent, yes.

Friends? Hell to the no.

-Okay.

- That's a little awkward, Keith.
- His head's still big on TV.

Do you have something
that you'd like to say?

You know, I think...
I think Malik was...

He was right to
invite me to the show.

And look, I just... I wanted
to take this opportunity

to say that I...
I'm not a racist.

- And I just genuinely wanna...
- Keith, I don't know anybody

who is a racist that says,
"You know, I'm a racist."

- Okay.
- That's a very good point.

Okay, well, I guess, let
me just keep it simple,

and just say that what I tweeted

was so stupid, and I...

Why did you send that tweet?

I mean, it was rap lyrics,

it was years... I was young, and
it was just... it was stupid.

And I didn't think
about who it would hurt,

and, I mean, I'm
so sorry for that.

And I'm also sorry
for being a coward

and hiding behind my agent.

And I would like to
apologize to her,

- if that's okay.
- Floor is yours.

Ms. Mack, thank you
for protecting me,

but I am so sorry for
putting you through all this.

And you know, I
just... I hope and pray

that you and all the folks
that are watching right now,

that... that y'all
would be able to find it

in your hearts to forgive me.

So, you're not gonna
ask me about my pitch?

Judging by this big smile,

I kinda think I
know how it went.

'Cause it was all
kinds of amazing!

Okay, so it was the
"why me" that sold them.

- Mm. Mm.
- So, that's why I'm here.

- To say thank you.
- You're welcome.

- Congratulations.
- Mm-hmm.

Look at you on a
Vegas hot streak.

Well, got a little
something-something.

But there is a little hiccup.

The Colonel does think that...

Tasha comes with the deal.

- So...
- Oh.

- Mm.
- Oh, no, that's not a hiccup.

That is a grown man burp.

But you know what, I'm not gonna
worry about that right now.

Right now, I'm just gonna bask

in the glow that is
me, because I did that.

- While you're basking...
- Mm-hmm.

- I would like to show you something.
- No, no, no.

You can't be disturbing
the glow, bro, okay?

- Look.
- Brittany, come on.

You need to see this.

Okay.

So, what do you think?
What do you think?

Wow, baby!

- Mm-hmm.
- It's beautiful.

I don't like it.

Mommy, I don't look
like Serena anymore.

You look like Kai Mack, okay?

And you my baby girl, all right?

And no hairstyle can
ever change who you are.

That's right, Kai. Look
at all these ladies,

all with different styles,

and they're all
having fun, sweetie.

I don't think it's fun.

Let Mommy show you
how fun it is, okay?

- CJ?
- Mm-hmm.

- Put me in this damn chair.
- Let's do it.

♪

Thank you for driving.

When Malik let us
borrow this car,

I thought it'd be
cool, but I didn't know

- it was stick shift.

Well, my dad taught me
how to drive a stick

- when I was, like, 12, so...
- Ah.

If you tell me why we're here,

maybe I'll give you a
lesson on our way home.

But where are we?

Like, this is where
you grew up, or...?

- Over there.
- Mm?

See that lady in red?

- Mm-hmm.
- Her name is Lula.

Lula Fields.

That's my mother.

No, you told me your
mother was dead.

In so many ways, she is.

She's been fighting
and losing a battle

against heroin for years now.

Maybe you should try
to get her some help.

I've tried. All
throughout high school

and several times
since I got out,

I have tried.

She won't accept it.

And I've stopped
trying to fix it.

Saying that she's dead
just makes it easier.

Truth is, I wouldn't
even know she was alive

if Allison hadn't
written me in prison.

Hey, you okay?

This win with the Colonel,
the love of your family...

don't take it for
granted, Brittany.

I was on the high street
once, and look at me now.

So, this is your baggage.

This...

Allison...

all of it.

Well, she's beautiful.

- And you have her smile.

And I'd still love
to meet her one day.

I'd really like that.

- Carrie! Hey, girl.
- Whoa-oh!

- Thank you.
- You switched it up, okay!

- Ha-ha!
- You look fierce.

Oh, thank you, baby.
You hear that, honey?

I look fierce.

- I still miss my hair.

You are not your hair, baby.
You are beautiful, okay?

- Come on over here.
- All right.

- Back where we
were, - Aha, yes!

- Okay.
- Like that?

Look over here,
Tasha. Head up.

Head up, that's it.

Up, that's it. Perfect.

- Mm.
- Give me some.

- Now, look over here.
- Yeah?

- Beautiful.
- It's my cape.

Make sure you get all of that.

Beautiful.

Kai, bring your
trophy and that racket

and get over here
with your mama.

Come on, honey.

Okay, don't just
stand there, honey,

I need you to make
us look fabulous.

Beautiful. Mother
and daughter.

- Let's do over here.
- Say "we win it."

We win it.

There you go.

Oh, let me see a proof, baby.

- Oh, this is good.
- Is it?

It's real good. Look at this.

- We look fierce.
- Yes!

Oh, we look good, girl.

- Okay, mm-hmm.
- Okay?

We look beautiful, girl,

and we gonna be
in Mogul Magazine,

and we gonna beat Oprah.

Mm-hmm, and Serena.

The boutonniere was
the size of your head.

Well, my mom, she, you
know, she bought it

from the dollar store and
tie 'em together with yarn.

- Mm-hmm.
- She was very proud,

- so I had to wear it.
- No, you wanted to wear it.

- I wanted to wear it, yeah.
- See?

- You know, it was prom.
- No, I get it.

Um...

Raquel is staying at
Garrett's tonight.

I don't know if you
wanna watch a movie,

drink some wine.

I would love to, but, curfew.

- Right, yeah, it's...
- Yeah.

- It's getting late.
- It's getting really late.

Hey, man, you have 10
seconds to get your lips

off my daughter and
leave the premises.

Daddy? What are
you doing here?

I thought I could come
here a couple days early

and surprise you... five.

- Brittany, I will call you tomorrow.
- Four.

Mr. Pitt, it was a
pleasure to meet you.

Wish I could say
the same. One.

So, we got a lot of
catching up to do.

Yeah.

Nice haircut, Foxy Brown.

Thanks.

I got it with the one child
who still respects me.

Oh! Oh, no, no, no.

See, I still respect you.

I respect you so much,
Mom, I learned your moves.

How does it feel
to be Tasha Macked?

Oh-ho-ho? What's that sound?

Oh yes, that's the sound

of nobody talking
about me anymore.

Game recognize game.

But look, I just came
by to give you one shot

at a real apology.

Okay.

I tell you what.

I will apologize for
dropping the tweet

when you apologize for
selling me out to the Colonel.

Wow.

Thirty mil for one year?
That's your apology.

Oh, okay. Well, hey.

Not dropping that tweet before
you signed Whitey McWhite Boy,

that's yours.

Okay.

If you need me as
your agent, call.

But for any other reason,
until you apologize,

lose my fucking number.

♪