She's Gotta Have It (2017) s01e06 Episode Script

1 One, two, one, two, three Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? I think I'm ballin' Like I'm Jordan, homie, whoo I think I'm ballin' Like I'm Jordan, yo I think I'm ballin' Like I'm Jordan, homie, whoo I think I'm ballin' Like I'm Jordan, yo Six rings, call me Jordan, homie, whoo Six rings, I feel like Jordan Six rings, call me Jordan, homie, whoo Six rings, I feel like Jordan I'm the real MVP Re-Re-Real MVP I'm the real MVP Re-Re-Real MVP, I think I'm ballin' Like I'm Jordan, homie Yo, what up, Martians? Everybody else.
I'mma take y'all into this room real quick and show you some shit that's a bit deep.
Yo, hurry up though.
A'ight? Hurry up.
'Cause I'm trying to keep my crazy-ass sister out this room.
Fort Greene project lock.
Keep the crazy motherfuckers out.
Here's my safe.
I'm "di-slip-tic.
" Shit keeps slippin', so I keep it open.
All right.
Y'all ready for this? Real quick.
My dad died when I was a kid.
And one of the best moments I ever had with him I'm about to share with you, right now.
Boom, baby! April 18th, 1997.
Madison Square Garden.
New York Knicks, Chicago Bulls.
Yo, my dad took me to see the orange and blue skies.
My New York Knicks versus my main man Michael Jordan's Chicago Bulls.
Me and my dad waited all night.
Yo, at least two hours outside, for MJ.
And he came out and signed his 13s.
"Game on" 13s! What? What? My man had 'em hanging off his shoulders.
My dad told me I didn't remember too well, but my pops was like, "Yo, you asked him for them kicks.
" If there's any confirmation he's the greatest dude on Earth, it's that right there.
That was one of the best nights of my life and that was one of the best moments I ever had with my late father.
I love you, Pops.
But it's getting a little deep up in here.
You ain't gotta go home, but you gotta get the fuck up out of here, a'ight? I got places to go, I got people to see, I'm, like, making moves, so Love you.
See you later.
Sayonara.
Thanks for comin'.
Love you, Martians.
M-A-R to the S out.
Busted your ass puttin' up some strong-ass political artwork, and then some bitch-ass Onyx come behind you, tryin' to piggyback off your hard work? Get the fuck outta here! I tell you this, Martians.
Fall back on your back and back on your fall.
That's the first thing you gotta get back up from.
Dyslexia got a brother bouncin', but I ain't trippin'.
Dyslexia is my superpower.
So, there's a damsel in distress, so I gotta de-stress my damsel.
Do you know? Do you know? Do you know? - What's taking so long? - They'll be here any minute.
You're cutting it too close, but don't panic.
Nobody's panicking.
Even if it was supposed to be set up days ago.
Clo, I told you, it wasn't ready yet.
Hey, lady! You the one that ordered this freak show? - Okay, now I'm panicking.
- What is it, Nola? I'll be there in a minute, okay? What-What the hell is this? I thought you said you got a cargo van.
No, cargo bike.
Girl, you know I ain't got my license.
- Fuck! - Language, language.
Yo, these is nice! Okay.
Okay, just help me load these in the thing, all right? Whoa, whoa.
You ain't said nothin' about no-no-no "breaking my back" labor, girl.
- I gotta go back to the shop.
- Please? Please? Look, I can't wear this.
I can't ride all the way to Dumbo.
- A'ight.
- Thank you.
It's only 'cause I fucks wit' you, Nola.
Like, really hard.
- Like, really, really hard.
- I get it.
I'll text you the address, okay? - I'mma catch a cab.
- A'ight.
Just don't come inside when you get there, though.
- "Don't come inside"? - Don't come inside.
You buggin'.
I'm comin' inside.
I'm comin' all the way inside.
Girl, I'mma have my jimmy hat on, so we gonna be good.
Another cold summer - Paint your body with my lips later.
- Summer, summer, summer - I'll see you soon.
We out this bitch! - Summer, summer - Another cold summer - Whoo! Mars Blackmon here! You want that paper? You want that Bugatti lease? You better shake that This fuckin' She Ass'd For It commercial everywhere.
How do they get air time? Shake it, shake it! - Yes! - I see you on that show.
She Ass'd For It.
You weren't first winner? No, sir.
I was not the fuckin' first winner.
Why you curse? I no curse at you.
- Yo.
- What's goin' on with stuff? Very good.
Tonight's my night.
Yeah! Your night? Yeah, my show's tonight.
You know, my show? I'm making my debut tonight.
You don't remember? No! Hold the fuck up.
Your debut's tonight and you didn't tell me? Whatever.
I told you that shit last week.
So, what's up? You comin' through? No.
No, I mean, I can't.
My-My show's tonight, too.
Damn, I guess that means you ain't comin'.
I really kinda wanted you there.
Like, I'm lightweight nervous about it.
When did you book your show? I know told you - this opening's tonight.
- Pretty lips.
- Motherfucker is crazy.
- You have pretty lips.
Okay.
Sir, I'm sorry, I will report you.
No, no, please.
- Like, I will report you.
- No, please, don't deport me.
No, "report," not "deport.
" Sir, why are we stopping? Congratulations, Nola.
Always about you.
No, it's not all about me.
That's why I'm calling you.
- This fucking traffic, though.
- Oh, why you curse? Body contouring's good, then? Yeah.
I'm standing on the corner of Central Park South right now, about to walk into the doctor's office.
Why? What happened? Nothin' happened.
Why somethin' always gotta be happenin'? Gettin' a little top-off for tonight.
Wow! I thought you was callin' to say good luck and shit with my debut tonight.
You don't even need to be on this street.
We're just going to Dumbo.
Quickest way.
Quickest way.
Naw, it's cool you ain't comin' through tonight.
I just don't want you judgin' me 'cause that's something Clorinda would do.
Whatever makes you happy.
I am.
I'm very happy.
I ain't have to rely on three niggas to make that shit happen.
I gotta go.
- Pretty lips.
- Yeah, I, uh I gotta go.
I just woke up.
Save yourself, save yourself Save yourself There you go.
Save yourself, save yourself Save yourself Damn! This shit is futuristical.
- Where's Nola? - How are you? - Fine.
- I didn't come here to start a fight.
- I just came here for my girl Nola.
- I don't need to know all that.
What I do need to know is, "Why is there a big-ass Chinese take-out box in here?" I got Nola's art.
She's behind me in a cab.
- I hope it didn't get damaged.
- I wouldn't do my girl dirty like that.
Yeah, you say that now.
Damn.
You actin' like you got two heads on your shoulder, and one of them's named Chip.
Ha-ha.
You're too fuckin' funny.
I'll give you that.
How's that working out for you, huh? Still livin' at your sister's in the Fort Greene projects? Let's not beat around the bush.
Let's get to it and shove it in.
Ew! You're so uncouth.
Don't be tryin' to throw fancy words at me.
You takin' shots at my dysliptia? If you could say "dyslexia," that wouldn't be your only problem.
And you also mad that I dumped you.
And that's the element in the room.
It's "elephant"! It's an "elephant" in the room, not "element.
" You know what? Why don't you just do Nola a solid and just renege on tonight's invite, okay? - Some other time.
Ciao! - Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Is Is that what's happenin' here? - Mars? I asked you nicely to wait for me out front.
You didn't wanna tell me about some shit goin' down here? That's a perfectly good excuse.
No.
I've had a lot on my mind with the show.
You don't have to take it so personally.
How can you ask me to bring your art over and not expect me to figure out what the hell is goin' on here? You think I'm a fucking retard? - He's got a good point.
- Are you tryin' to say I'm imbecilic? No, no.
I'm saying you're reliable, and I knew I could count on you.
- Word? - Yeah, word.
I needed some help at the last minute, after the other thing fell through.
- Oh.
- Okay.
Enough with the telenovela, Nola.
You really need to hang these, now.
Well, I at least hope you had the dick-nity to not invite the other fuckin' dudes you seein'.
This ain't about a dude, Mars.
It's about the art.
I know about art! You spell it A-R-T.
I look at it, I see R-A-T.
But I know if you don't feel nothin', it ain't shit.
Art is in the eye of the beholder.
I don't like beholdin' to nobody.
You know what I be holdin'? My johnson.
So, you can't tell me that I can't hang after my ass almost died tryin' to bring your art here.
I'm of the last generation to be hired and the first to be fired.
Lesson of the day protect your neck when you sticking it out for other people.
Wasting my time thinkin' 'bout you Now you know why I dumped him.
What is up with you two? What? Nobody told you to screw my ex.
I asked you, and you said you didn't care.
I don't, but fuck a girl code, right? So how you feeling about your group show tonight? Huh.
I feel vulnerable? My name is actually attached to this work.
The street campaign is like my alter ego.
It was created out of my assault, and the thought of being judged on my art never really crossed my mind with that work.
Would you feel less vulnerable if you had included your street art in the in the group show tonight? Maybe.
My Name Isn't is what brought me here.
Well I mean, the assault.
But I feel like I've moved on from that pain.
- You feel like you can move forward? - Maybe.
Well, we want to make certain that we can or should.
Your street campaign is powerful.
What are, uh What are your expectations for tonight? This group show is an amazing opportunity that could shoot me off in the right direction.
A serious turning point for me.
And I want it to put me on the map.
Put me in a place where I can talk about my art with other artists.
I want it to lead to some serious sales.
I want to see my work hanging on the walls of Jay Z, Michelle Obama, Oprah! Basically, there's a lot at stake for me tonight.
I could be on the street the next time you see me.
Crazy girl on the street making crazy street art.
Here's what I'm seeing.
Nola Darling has moved on from the My Name Isn't work, which is fine, fine.
But I think that you haven't fully embraced it.
First, because there is, understandably, some negativity attached to it.
And then, because there's a slight chance of, and I don't want to call it a problem, but of something triggering the assault again.
- Does that make sense? - It does.
Yes, something to think about, okay? Thank you.
If you start to panic, just use your tools.
I hope you can make it! Have a good show, Nola.
Thank you.
Hi, everyone! Welcome! My name is Clorinda Bradford.
Thank you so much for coming.
This is a historic night for me.
I'm so happy to spend it with you all.
Welcome to the future.
Welcome to the diastopian.
It is a movement of forward-thinking Afrocentric artists reaching across boundaries to fabulate, deconstruct redefine assert and expand the breadth and reach of the millennial voices of the people of the African diaspora.
I'm so humbled and proud to introduce these four young beautifully brilliant artists.
The sculptress, Zora Kneel Hurtin'! The painter, Baptiste! Conceptual artist, Lemuel R.
Richards! And my best friend, Miss Nola Darling! Thank you so much, everyone.
So, please enjoy.
And also, remember that all of these incredible pieces are on sale tonight.
So, please, lend a hand and support your black Brooklyn artist.
One of you could be the next Basquiat and sell for more than 100 mil.
So, please enjoy and mingle and introduce yourselves because they're fantastic people.
Enjoy, everyone.
Thank you so much.
Right over here.
Just singing a song about singing - "Mixed media artist, Nola Darling.
" - Thanks for coming.
I would love for you both to meet someone very special.
Dean, if you could meet one of the diastopian artists, Miss Nola Darling.
I'm here to represent my beautiful peoples.
It's nation time.
Nation time.
Nation time.
So, you could talk about that.
My beautiful diastopian African queen.
I'm really feelin' your anti-mama hot combs.
Oh! Uh, that's actually not my work.
- These are my portraits right here.
- Darla.
- Uh, Darling, Nola.
- I'm-I'm Ebony.
I model for all of Dean's nude black women paintings.
Belinda, I have to put you down now so she can see.
No, Mother, I'm hungry.
I still breastfeed my sweet angel.
That's why I don't have any friends.
I said get down.
Fascinating! Nobody captures the black female form like Dean does.
We sell the T-shirts on eBay.
So, if you want one, - I got the hook-up if you wanna cop.
- Cool.
But I love the way you use those barbaric hot combs and shove them back in whitey's face.
Uh again, not my work.
My work.
Not You know what? Doesn't matter.
Uh, nice to meet you, Dean.
Ebony, right? - Nice to meet you, Belinda.
- Hello.
Thank you.
It's nation time.
Nation time.
- I like it.
I like I like it.
- Thank you.
- Danton Phillips.
- Nola Darling.
Yes, I may be old, but I did just hear Clorinda introduce you.
Right.
Danton is one of my old friends.
You might have heard me talking about him? I think she knows about the "old" part.
He's a He's a patron of the black arts.
Oh! Be a dear and maybe get us a couple drinks? - What would you like? - Nola.
Girl.
She's good.
She's funny.
Will you get it? Scoot.
Two champagnes, please.
- Yeah, he's fine.
- Yeah, sure.
Why not? Girl, you don't have to stand in front of your artwork like you're standing in front of your lemonade stand.
Collectors like to know about the artist as much as they do about the art.
Right.
- Your dress is perfect.
You look great.
- Okay, okay.
Walk around.
- Out there? - Yes.
You're good.
You got this.
You got this.
Okay.
Okay.
Good luck.
When I was a little girl growin' up in Snow Hill, Alabama, every Saturday morning, my mama used to drag me into the kitchen to get my hair done with a hot comb.
Every Saturday morning, she burned my scalp with that hot comb, and I'd take off running.
I still have the scars on my forehead to prove that she would burn the heck out of me.
So, I become - Miss Darling? Hi! - Hi.
- I love your work.
- Oh, thank you so much.
Are you kid? You're incredible.
I just I had to tell you.
Your work is just incredible.
- And I really, really love it.
- Thank you.
- I want a hug.
- Oh, I want one, too.
Oh Wonderful to meet you.
- Amazing.
Amazing.
What? - You look really familiar.
- Me? - Yeah.
No.
I'm a great fan of your work, and I just wanted to tell you.
Best to you.
- Thank you.
- Absolutely.
always seemed to miss my hair and go straight to the scalp.
Hey, guys! - Hi.
- Thank you so much for coming.
Sky, I missed you.
The feeling's mutual.
- Oh, thank you for the art you gave me.
- You're welcome.
You still owe me a sleepover, though.
You're right.
I'm sorry.
I totally do.
But I'm sure we can fix that.
Right, Opal? Congratulations.
This is The turnout is Awkward.
Mom.
Mom changes the subject when she doesn't want to say no.
I see.
Um, but, yeah, it really is a good turnout.
I'm kinda stunned, actually.
Your portrait is my favorite.
This other stuff doesn't fit in with yours.
Shh! What? I'm precocious.
Another cold summer Another cold summer, mo' hunger No funner, mo' dumber Like decisions, I'm doin' stupid shit Without permission, my intuition Naw, I can never blame my religion Keep it Christian My granny told me keep livin' That's the only way you see blessings Come and feel what is real Little cousin Got to steal, rob, and kill Poppin' pills, I'mma chill Trade when it comes to the ride Yo, dough, let me out Hit the booth and I shout - Well, now I don't feel so bad.
- What? Damn, what you know about worldwide Dean Haggin, son? Bringin' it from the street, in the place to be, from Berlin to Brooklyn, baby.
Yeah, I heard of you.
Mars Blackmon.
I know you.
I seen you on the subway, right? Dancin' with your boys? What time is it? It's showtime! Oh! Niggas pick the wrong time And the wrong place Pick the wrong ship In the wrong space They pick the wrong track In the wrong race What's up? That's you, right? That's you? Oh, shit, here the cops come You better not run - A'ight? - Naw, son, that ain't me.
- My man, your fly's open.
- Oh.
Oops.
You here for Nola? Nola Darling? She one of the bad-ass sisters out there? Yeah, you know her? Son, I'm married.
Don't get it twisted.
Although, I wouldn't turn down some straight nappy dugout.
- Nah, son.
- Nola's a bad-ass artist, first.
You know? She about to blow the fuck up.
I feel you, B.
I'm a bad-ass artist too.
But I'm a revolutionary, like Basquiat.
Me and my N-word, we brought it back from the primitive.
Took it straight out the caves of Mother Africa.
Ya heard? And I'll punch a cracker in his neck if he try to say Basquiat stole his style from Picasso.
Black faces, tears for black cases Blank stares Don't let my skin color get it twisted, though.
I know what white pain is too.
My great grandfather died in a concentration camp.
- Word? That's messed up.
- Who you tellin'? Got drunk and fell out the guard tower.
What? I'mma do you this solid 'cause I know that you a down brother.
You got mad love and respect for black artists.
Chains on the brain Lock arms and legs You can try to run But you won't get far Bang! Bang! Worldwide Dean Haggin, baby! It's a one and only right there.
- Good luck.
Nice meeting you.
- Ah! Called into question Wasn't no connection They selectively protect and serve I guess we heard Tonight, we got a special debut.
Dear God give me the strength, courage, and fierceness to rock this out.
Watch over me and my baby.
Please let her be proud of me.
- for the one, the only - All for you, Nadia.
Shemekka! Yeah, yeah, Eddie.
Just get ready.
Your girl's comin' up, baby.
Whoo! I'm so proud of you.
You know I love you, baby.
Lookit, Eddie.
It's your girl.
- Yes! - Eddie, it's your girl! - Eddie, she did this for you.
- Thank you.
She's a golden angel.
You're an angel! Shemekka! For you.
Attagirl! Oh! - Damn.
- Whoo! - Baby, let me hit that from the back! - Shut up.
Yeah! I love it! I love it! I'm not gonna let Let you, you get the best of me Baby, I've been so brokenhearted It seems I'm right Back where I started Takin' abuse from you was too much It seemed this love I had Was not enough I'm not gonna let, I'm not gonna let Let you, you get the best of me - I'm not gonna let, no - Shemekka! - Let you, oh, get the best - Give it to 'em, girl! You get the best of me - Oh, I'm driftin' - Driftin' I'm goin' out of my mind Said I'm driftin' - Driftin' - Tryin' to get over you - Oh, I'm driftin' - Driftin' Said I'm goin' out of my mind I'm driftin' Let you, you get the best of me I'm not gonna let, no Let you, oh, get the best You get the best of me I'm not gonna let you get Get the best of me I'm not gonna let you get Get the best of me - I'm not gonna let you get - Yeah! Oh! For you.
- Get the best of me - I'm comin' for you.
Oh! Come to me, baby.
Oh! Come to daddy.
There you go.
Whoo! Go, Shemekka! Go to work, baby! Damn, Shemekka! Go get that money! Go, Eddie! Go, Eddie! Go, Eddie! Thank you, baby.
You get the best of me Shemekka, I love you! - Oh, my God! - What the fuck? Don't touch me! Oh, are you okay, Shemekka? Call an ambulance! Oh, shit! Oh, my God! Stop standing around! Somebody get some help! I don't know if you remember me, but we've actually met before.
Probably.
Did Clorinda get you into this show? Uh, yes.
Of course.
Where'd you say you were from, Nola? Um, I'm from here.
I'm from Brooklyn.
Everybody is these days, I see.
Uh, no, I-I actually am.
So, Nola, we're talking about the B.
A.
R.
Ever been? Uh the new one up the block? Not yet.
But if you guys are going after this, definitely.
Theaster Gates, B.
A.
R.
, Black Artists Retreat? In Chicago? Whoo.
Oh, I see somebody checkin' out my work.
Right there? My man, you killin' the game.
Oh! The, uh, music composer Stokely and the actress Septima, everyone.
- Pleasure to meet you.
- Congratulations.
- Nice to meet you guys.
- Look here, Jack.
What's with all the black? - You black? - Stokely.
I'm just askin' my man what's up.
Don't you think it needs a splash of yellow? Stokes, this is this is Zora.
Oh, your name crackin' me up.
Zora Kneel Hurtin'.
But my eyes have always been watching God.
Oh, and you, how long you been doing this stuff? - A second grader could do better.
- Stokes! - Nola, you need your own show.
- Okay.
Up in here with these one-trick one-trick, gimmick one-trick ponies.
- Okay, you got it.
Let's go.
- Wow.
- Those are your parents, right? - Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.
Your father is hilarious.
He's just looking out for his daughter.
Don't sweat it.
Hello.
- Hello.
- Mr.
Kemper.
Let's get out of here.
Hey, Nola Darling.
- So - Hi.
- So, what's your work about? - Um Seriously? Uh the free female black form.
Um I'm a bit of an emotional painter.
A bit of? Oh, um - I mean, my previous work, I mean.
- Right.
Yes.
Well, tell me more.
I'm all ears.
Um, yes.
Yes, as one of the You know, I think I'm boring you.
I tend to do that.
So sorry.
Excuse me.
Nola.
Congrats on a wonderful show.
Thank you.
My invite must have gotten lost in my emails, so I'm glad you got the dress.
- Jamie, I'm sorry.
- No, no, no worries, no worries.
Nothing that, uh, some cash in the doorman's hand couldn't fix.
Don't take it personally, okay? I didn't get an invite, did I? Like I said, don't take it to heart.
It's just business.
You understand that, right? Love the dress.
- Nola.
- Hi! You ladies want some flowers? Yes.
Congratulations, Nola.
- Hey, beauty.
Congrats.
- Hey.
- Thanks.
- Good job.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Ugh! Yo, Nola.
What the fuck are you doin' here, Mars? Look, look, I got him.
He's busted.
- Who? - Look at this.
This is the smokin' gun.
This is Dean's tag.
Look at the "N.
" See it through my eyes.
Yo, my superpower skills, I'm usin' them to help you.
Dean That motherfucker's purple-tratin' a fraud.
I'm a graffitiologist.
I can spot all types of styles.
What I'm sayin' is, that fake-ass Dean Haggin, his "N" is the same as Onyx.
I Mars, I don't care about that right now.
Do you see where we're at? You busted your ass for your art.
You gotta step to him.
Wait, wait, wait.
You-You can't step to him now.
- This guy.
- What? You just said to step to him.
Step to him, but later.
Step to him later.
I got your back.
I'll go with you.
What the fuck? Why'd you get me amped up? - I'm sayin' no, a'ight? - He's right there.
Be chill, though.
Man, relax.
Yo, Winny.
What's up? What the fuck you mean? Would you excuse me for a second, please? Please? - Hey.
- Hi.
Oh.
Thank you, Jesus.
I didn't think you were comin'.
- I know it's hard seein' her like this.
- How's Shemekka doing? The doctor say she has an infection in her blood.
They've given her antibiotics and medicine to maintain her blood pressure.
I'm so sorry, Ms.
Brenda.
I don't understand how this coulda happened.
I keep askin' Shemekka, "How your butt grow so from pancake to big bottom?" I knew something wasn't right.
My daughter works hard.
She a single mother.
She has a nice hostess job at Applebee's in Downtown Brooklyn.
How does she end up gettin' some back alley butt injections and dancin' in some damn strip club? Shemekka thinks she's so tough, but she is mush inside.
She don't have a lot of friends.
Nola I know she tell you everything.
You must know something.