Blindspotting (2021) s01e07 Episode Script

1
I was in a suit?
I do look good in a suit.
What else did I say?
So Trish told me she hates her job
and wants out, but not getting that loan
from some banker named Cuddy,
has really made her reassess her
business idea. And the big news?
Ashley finally told Sean
that I got locked up.
He asked why I went
to jail and she said:
He just tried to do the right thing
at a really bad time.
He's comin' to visit me
for the first time today.
Fingers crossed it goes smooth for us.
No, I just want you to
Are you takin' care of your mom,
your tía, and your grandma?
Well, I do my best.
They like a lot of weird stuff.
And they argue a lot.
But usually Mom wins.
I have no doubt about that.
Mama Nancy teached me
how to play Boneyard.
How to play Boneyard? You
can't even do math yet.
What are you at all
right. We'll do a little test.
Five plus six. I'm gonna time you. Go.
You don't have a watch!
Hey, this isn't a watch!
This is just my face!
Somebody fooled me. I
oughta get my money back.
Baby, why don't tell Dad
what we're gonna do
after our visit today?
- Yeah. What's the plan?
- Bowling with Grandma,
- Bowling?
- Tía,
- and Auntie Janelle.
- Yes.
And maybe some ice cream.
- Oh, ice cream?
- Ooh!
Ooh, look at those eyebrows!
Yeah, give her the eyebrows.
That'll that'll get you some.
Can you come with us, Dad?
Uh no man,
I-I gotta stay here for a little while.
But I'll be back with you soon, okay?
Hey! Calm it down.
Listen, I'm asking you
to speak to my fuckin' kid!
Then call their mama!
- Mommy.
- I'm not askin'
- that bitch I'm asking you!
- Shut up, por favor!
Hey! Hey.
Excuse me, do you mind?
It's my son's first time here today.
Y-yeah. Yes. I'm sorry.
- Of course.
- Thank you.
- What the fuck she say?
- She said her kid is here.
Can you watch your fucking mouth?
- Stop yelling!
- Por favor
Dad, what's it like in here?
Well, you know how you do sleepovers
at your friend Jameel's house?
It's kinda like that.
You guys play Roblox
and sneak Fruit Snacks in the bed?
Bruh, bruh, you gotta
stop snitchin' on yourself.
Do you know that he's
sneakin' Fruit Snacks?
Well, Sarah gives him Fruit Snacks.
And then lets them watch Boogie Nights.
And now he tries to snort
flour in the kitchen.
Dad, can I come in
there for a sleepover?
Just tell them that they can't do that!
Lower your voice. I don't work for you.
Fucking do it!
All right, hands on glass. Let's go.
Everybody up.
- Up, up!
- Get up.
- On the glass, let's go.
- Shit.
- Let's go. Everybody up.
- Don't worry, man.
It's just a game. It's just a game.
- It happens all the time
- Up! Up!
- All right, all right!
- Come on, let's go!
Oh, no, not you.
That-that's just for us.
- Ash, can you grab him?
- Come on.
Ash, can you take him off, please?
- All right, all right!
- Dad!
All right, don't worry about it man.
I'll see you soon, okay?
I'll see you soon, man.
- Dad!
- Let's go, move!
- I'll see you soon, all right?
- Dad!
Move, move!
You don't have to be so rough with him
while his son is watching.
Come on, let's
go! Fucking do it!
Up! Up! Come on, come on.
- All right, all right!
- Dad!
I'll see you soon!
He literally had his hands
on the window like this.
I'm not sure I'll ever
get Sean to go back there.
Poor little guy.
I mean, it was hard enough
when he was right down the street, I
I don't know what I'm
gonna do in two weeks
when Miles transfers to Quentin.
Wait, isn't Charles Manson in there?
No. Don't worry. He died.
I mean, how do families do it?
Even without Sean, like
all some couples' shit.
How is it possible?
You have to find ways to stay
connected, to stay intimate.
Ooh! A naked photo shoot.
- There ya go.
- Whoa.
No, no, no, for real.
Like, you can give them
all kinda range too,
'cause you know they like variety.
Shit, girl, you could dress
up in different outfits,
put some, like, crazy
filters on some of 'em
like them big-ass Anime eyes,
or them real thotty glitter filters.
Trish uses one that
makes her breasts contour.
- Boom.
- Mm.
I guess I could send him
some emails when he transfers.
He's such a bad typer.
I send him a two-paragraph
email with an article link.
I get back a one-word
response two weeks later.
The guards read those and
look at the pictures, right?
Like, my titties ain't
safe on jail Wi-Fi.
You know what? Just
keep your face out of it.
And hopefully he doesn't just
send back a thumbs up emoji,
which is what I get for the articles.
Ah, ah, ah ah-ah-ah.
Ah, ah, ah.
Ah.
Ooh!
- Ooh!
- Ooh!
- You see me?
- Eh, eh, eh!
C'mon, little man.
C'mere. Let me switch you guys, Seanie.
'Cause you know your Auntie dangerous
with these hands, boy.
You don't even know.
Yes. I wanna see what you got. Go ahead.
Go Sean. Go Sean.
- Whoo! Go, Sean.
- Yes, baby.
- Go ahead!
- You got this.
- No baby, you stand up.
- You got this.
Girl, damn! That
is one upset little boy.
Sshh.
What you thinkin' about?
Nothin', just wish I didn't
have to dance tonight.
I'm supposed to work the late shift.
Tss, bitch, I heard that one. Shits.
We have got to get out
of that place, Jacque.
We could do so much more shit than that,
but the money is good.
Shit, that's what trapped me.
You know, I keep
thinkin' about that dude
who offered me like 5K
to soak in my bathwater.
Wait, he offered you 5K, bitch?
You left that part out.
I it probably would have been cool.
He's a nice guy, and I ain't tryin' to
yuck on nobody's yum, and
Everybody's into somethin' weird.
True.
- Mm.
- Oof.
Look at him.
All lost in his head over there.
What the hell is he thinking?
Girl, he probably wonderin' why
he got nipples or somethin'.
Or why his penis changes
sizes. Little boys be like that.
Mm. They do be sayin'
some weird-ass shit.
Mm-hm. Oh, charades.
What, now?
Girl, no. You can play,
you know, charades,
when you go visit him.
Like, through the glass?
That's family stuff.
You won't be behind
glass when he transfers.
In person visitation at San Quentin.
You can't hug him, but the
shared air is a big deal.
Well, at least that's something.
There was something else. There's, um
ugh, this program. I read about it.
I don't know what
to do to make him feel better.
Hey, up! Up! Let's go!
I said, let's go.
All right, hands on the glass.
- Let's go.
- Let's go, everybody up.
Hands up.
Let's go!
Mom, can we go home?
Tch. Here.
Why don't you go play some video games?
Go somewhere where I can see you!
Yeah, don't be talkin' to strangers.
Then there's another
dude who wanted me to
- paint his toenails for like 2 grand.
- Uh-uh!
Mami, Dos sabrosos, por favor.
Girl, see that?
That make a lot of sense.
I actually left my
panties at the club once
and Liam sold them online for a grand.
We really could clean up
doin' some semi-strange
but ultimately uneventful shit
for some specifically kinky men.
- Gracias, mama.
- Just not sure
how safe that is.
Mm.
Oh shit.
Well, well, well. If it
ain't my favorite BIPOC.
- Mm.
- All right.
Let me get that pineapple
on the rocks one time.
- Yeah, Papi.
- Hollah.
Mr. Cuddie Cudderson.
I owe you an apology.
I was hella outta pocket at the bank,
and I did try and staple your head,
so that was my bad.
I was just dealin' with
some anger issues, you know?
Hey, you look hella familiar.
Well, how can you
tell from way up there?
Man, I really just need
some financial advice
from a strong, educated
Black man like yourself.
- Mm.
- And I'm really just tryin'
to start my business, but
I don't have the finances.
Is there any way I
can finesse some funds?
Look, you don't need no bank bank.
You didn't lose me at strip club.
You lost me at buyin' a building.
A building has rules, zoning,
- neighbors, rent.
- Mm.
You ain't sellin' a function.
You sellin' seduction.
Tuh. Huh.
What else do you know?
Hey, I swear it's like
maybe it's the sound of
your voice or somethin'?
- It's just
- Cuddie.
I mean, look. From your
disgruntled, unprovoked outburst,
I'd say your plan was
suspect from the jump.
- Huh.
- Why you tryin' to
run a business you are
clearly runnin' away from?
- Damn!
- You're a fuckin' poet.
Cuddie, this is my platonic
life partner, Jacque.
Jacque you know.
- Eric.
- Oh wow.
- Cuddie.
- Oh, shit, nigga.
- Okay.
- Cudderson.
What d'you do?
Oh, um, what does LOBB stand for?
Oh, you know the League
of Bowlin' Bankers?
You gotta LOBB that shit. I
bowl for the Big Accountskis.
The bruhs abide. You feel me?
- Mm.
- Hey, wait a minute.
Jack of all shades 5-1-0?
- Uh ha.
- Ah!
I follow you. Hey, I love your
- Tits.
- Paintings.
Naw, look. I'm a bowler.
So I keeps it 300.
I fux with your art.
That Sandy Man, that Trappy
Mermaid, and then ooh,
that Daggered Headless Man?
Which, by the way, was
a fascinating commentary
on the dangerous anonymity
of the patriarchy.
And you fine as hell.
Okay, nigga. All right.
Go ahead and bro with yer bruhs.
All right, Trish. In a minute.
Jacqueline?
- I see you down there.
- I'll see you down there.
Uh Hmm.
Grabbin' my hiking gear,
'cause I'm climbin' up that mountain.
Okay.
He is a bank that is too big to fail.
Uh-uh, so you got one more.
I found my giant, and
I just need a beanstalk.
Uh, why do you like giants so much?
I love a tree to climb.
Girl, people are kinky!
Hmm.
Ha. Yes.
- Bitch, yes, they are.
- Mm-hmm.
Even successful people got kinks, right?
Bankers, lawyers, them
freaky-ass doctors.
Don't they be in the clubs
spending small money on shit
they don't even really want?
It's just the shit that the club offers.
Yes, okay, girl, where is
your head goin' at right now?
Okay, do you still know um,
bathwater boy and toenail boy?
Yeah, Chuck and Dennis.
They're my regulars.
- Do you think they'd probably still
- Oh, definitely.
Oh.
I think I know how you can
skip work tonight, girl.
Come on. Let's go.
Ashley! I'll see you at home!
Oh! Oh, oh, oh.
- Marriage.
- Uh, no. Questionable institution.
I don't think that's
on Miles' radar anymore.
Wait, w-w-w-wait. Anymore?
Y'all finna to do the
damn thing finally?
- Bitch, you lyin'.
- No.
There was this article
written a few years ago after
an old colleague of mine
did a story at the Tribune and
Rainey, we're not gonna get married.
Hold on, hold on. Sorry, Mama.
Ash, did you get this ring
or did he? Like, what is this?
He bought it. We found it.
He don't know we found it.
- How Shakespearian!
- Listen.
It's a piece about the 48-hour
weekend visitation program
for married couples at San Quentin.
Ooh, see, now that's a great first act.
Yeah, but why would
we stare at each other
from across the table for 48 hours?
No. No, no, no.
It's a marriage program
to help keep families together.
Ash, this ring is so beautiful, man.
But this ain't the Shane Company.
Like, why're you just
carrying this around?
- It is mine.
- If you're married,
you get to spend two
whole nights together
uninterrupted in a house.
- Where?
- On the prison grounds.
- It's a prison house.
- Oh, of course.
Uh, y'all, I'm about
to go check on this boy,
make sure he hasn't turned
full Donnie Darko on us.
Sean can spend time with his dad.
The three of you can be a
family together in person.
You could probably get movies off
that little prison cart thing.
- You and Miles could cuddle.
- Okay.
Under the circumstances,
it's pretty incredible.
And they just leave you alone.
There's guards around to make sure
you don't dig a tunnel, but yeah.
You get a weekend a month together.
Families do it.
Miles' dad left forever.
You have a restraining order
out against your father.
Trish's dad is an old
friend with a turkey baster.
Monthly Dad is a step
up for this family.
Don't you think?
Let's get outa here.
Now, you see that, Sean?
I'm 'bout to get that.
Watch, I'm 'bout to
get this thizzly bear.
Oh, oh, you see it move?
Penguin, don't you do it.
Don't you mess up my hey, let's go!
Hey, let's go!
Okay, we have snacks for you.
Earl made some really weird
food he's super smug about.
- We have every game.
- Yeah!
You are not gonna be able to resist us.
- Two, three
- Hide, Sean!
Look, I'm on green!
What the fuck is you doin', Carl?
I need your help guys.
I need your help bad.
All hands on deck, all right? We're
Oh, great. Thank you.
The delivery's here.
Very nice. Put it over there.
Great. Thanks, big fella.
Okay, we're opening cookies.
We're readin' fortunes.
We're lookin' for 11s, okay?
Why?
Because 9s and 10s
don't matter, obviously.
11s, multiples of 11 do.
Hey, Jacque, don't just
stand there doin' nothing.
- You can shred.
- Ah, Carl. Is this your son?
Very busy here, lady. What do you need?
- We quit.
- You wanna quit?
Why do you wanna quit?
I wanna be my own boss, so
I'm startin' my own business.
- We're starting it.
- Hey.
I asked you, please. Shred.
It's not that big a deal.
You want me to shred fortunes. Why?
Evidence, obviously.
What is this, some kind of a
Chinese blasphemy or something,
shredding these things?
Fortune cookies were
invented in Oakland.
And no also you know I'm not Chinese.
I know we know I know,
okay? I know. Just shred, please?
I don't want him catching
his fingers in the damn thing.
Help two guys out? Thank you very much.
All right, so what's the deal?
What's this business
you're talkin' about, Trish?
Well, we are starting a
premium obscure fetish service
focused on highly niche sexual fantasies
owned and operated by women, okay?
Okay. All right.
Well, what's wrong with this place?
It's-it's-it's premium.
It's got premium written all over it.
What the fuck make this place premium?
Well, hello! It's got
premium in the buffet,
in the lights, in the nipples,
in the fuckin' fog machine.
I'd say that's black
card premium right there.
But that obscure fetish
idea that's a good one.
Yeah, and I like the word niche as well.
Good word selection.
You know what, Trish?
I like it. I'm in. How much you want?
What you mean how much I want?
- I don't want nothing.
- Start-up money.
There's $30k. I want to be your partner.
No. No, no, no. See, we do
not need your money, Carl.
Okay, this is not your
shit. This is mine.
I'll be your security partner.
I'll bring the team over from here.
Roy, Dennis, Mustard,
they love you girls.
They wouldn't let
anything bad happen to you.
I'll only take 60%.
Ha! 60%, nigga. You out your mind.
All right, 20.
Mm.
Okay. Okay, okay,
I'm gonna break this down
real simple for you, Car-rul.
All you do is security,
okay? This is my business.
- Slash/ours.
- I am the boss.
- Yeah, we are.
- Uh, yeah, yeah. Good for you.
It's not that great. Trust me.
I'm-I'm sorry. Okay.
Carl, is this your son?
- Who, him?
- Yeah.
Why? He's just a guy who owes
me money, all right? No big deal.
Bye, Carl.
Hey, can you pick up the
trash on your way out?
- No!
- You do your homework?
Hey okay.
Okay. You heard of the
new electric slide, 'Nelle?
Pshh. There's only one
electric slide, Earl.
Naw, 'cause then you hit
a little spin like this,
and that and you drop like this and
Uh-uh. Uh-uh, what is that?
C'mon, I'm tryin' to put you on game.
You know it's okay to
not know things. Like
- Why can't you just make it simple?
- I got you.
Is this a private
lesson or are we invited?
Uh, you got the jokes,
bitch. Real funny.
No more private dancin'.
Oh ♪
- Oh! We all know this one.
- Now this is my shit!
Mama Rainey, you know how to wobble?
Oh, excuse me. Please.
- Do I know how to wobble?
- Oh, excuse me.
- Let me see you just ♪
- Okay, come on.
Get low n scrub the
grown Let me see you just ♪
- Push it up, push it up ♪
- Let's see you go.
Let me see you just, Wobble baby ♪
Wobble baby, wobble
baby, wobble, yeah ♪
Wobble baby, wobble baby,
Wobble baby, wobble, yeah ♪
Wobble baby, wobble baby
wobble baby, wobble, yeah ♪
Wobble, baby, wobble,
baby, wobble, baby ♪
Wobble, yeah ♪
Yeah, yeah, Get in there ♪
Yeah, yeah, get in there ♪
Yeah, yeah, get in there ♪
Yeah, yeah, Eh big girl ♪
Make 'em back it up ♪
- Ah whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Sean.
Oh, so you're a tough guy!
- Uh! Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh!
- Oh! Oh! Oh!
You're a ninja. Oo-ah! Oo-ah!
Woooah!
Now what? Oooh! Now
I have to wrap you up.
- No!
- Because you are my burrito!
C'mon, over the shoulder.
- Ah! Help me! Help me!
- Because you're a burrito!
- You're my burrito!
- Help me!
- Help me!
- And you're goin' in the oven
brother! Ugh!
Looks like we're having some burrito!
Ooh, yeah!
You're goin' in the microwave, brother!
- You got this.
- In the microwave you go.
It's the end!
Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah.
All right, dude. In you go.
- I'm not even tired.
- Yeah. Uh-uh.
I don't wanna hear it.
You almost passed out with
all that dancin' and
- wobbling.
- Fine.
But can you sing me a song?
Okay.
Your Grandma Rose
used to sing this to me
when I couldn't fall asleep.
I'm strong and I'm weak ♪
And I'm both sometimes ♪
I'm green and I'm blue ♪
Many a night ♪
Thought I couldn't Carry through ♪
This for some time ♪
But I'm strong when I'm weakest ♪
And brave ♪
When I buckle my knees ♪
I'm damned and I'm holy ♪
On the pew ♪
I'm good and I'm evil ♪
In front of you ♪
I could be the
best friend Or worst ♪
Enemy to you ♪
But I'm strong When I'm weakest ♪
And brave ♪
when I buckle my knees ♪
♪
Mom?
Yes, baby?
Dad's gonna be my dad still, right?
After jail?
Of course, baby. He
will always be your dad.
I love you.
I love you, too.
Good night.
Truly a tied-up horse.
Ha. Truly.
But it don't even be that
bad when I be over here.
I damn near don't even notice.
Thank you, by the way.
Yeah, of course.
What you talkin' about?
You kickin' it with
Sean, makin' him laugh.
He wouldn't crack all
day. He needed that.
Yeah, no, of course. I got you.
For real, though. Seein'
you do that, it helps.
Feels like,
I don't know, like
everything's gonna be all right?
Yeah.
Miles'll do good when he gets out
and Sean has people
lookin' after him now.
Right.
I don't know if you see it
but, you're doin' really good.
Ashley, I'm definitely not
doin' good. Like, at all.
I could never go back
to that place. Ever.
You think me walkin' around
with an extension cord
plugged into my ankle at all times
is 'cause I'm doin' good?
I definitely ain't
been all right or good
or whatever the fuck
y'all normal people be
since they pulled up.
I'm talkin' about
squad cars all in front
of my Pops' restaurant,
and then I'm walkin' out
in front of white table
diners in cuffs, like
I thought it was a weed charge.
Exactly! Exactly,
you-you'd have thought
I really did some shit.
- But you're on the other side now.
- Yeah, I know.
I don't even think it works like that.
I be tryin' to forget
everything that happened.
And I know I-I never will.
And then at the same time,
I been tryin' to
remember who I was before.
And I know I never will.
But-but people come to see you
and that be helpin', you know, family.
Mine-mine pulled up mostly
out of obligation, but still.
But anything you can hold onto
is good, but
Okay.
Earl.
I'm sorry.
Yeah, no, you're good.
I'll see you around and before you know,
tied up horse and all, can't go too far.
Uh
Hey, Miles is gonna
be all right, though.
What makes you so sure?
He got y'all.
Y'all love him. He knows that, right?
Hey, we quit, bitch, we quit ♪
- Hi, Earl, bye, Earl.
- Mommy!
It is champagne o'clock 'cause
your daughter, uh, just quit.
- Yeah!
- What?
And, our new business is
our own private kink service
that we can just run from the casa.
Because we quit!
- Bitch, we quit!
- What?