Harlem (2021) s01e07 Episode Script

1
No one knows
exactly who coined the term
"strong Black woman"
or even exactly
when the term originated.
What we do know is the trope
is uniquely American
and has been germane from
slavery to the present day.
In comparison
to white femininity,
which is valued for beauty,
vulnerability,
and maternal softness,
Black women have been
valued for their labor,
both literally
and figuratively.
A strong Black woman
suppresses her emotions,
never letting anyone
see her sweat.
She is ambitious,
but still makes time
to be supportive,
even carrying her mate,
her friends,
and her family when necessary.
Being labeled
a strong Black woman
is a rite of passage.
She is resilient, independent,
and capable.
But what if she isn't?
It's been four fucking hours
since the doctor has been here.
Do you know what I could do
in four hours?
We could have binge-watched
Roots by now.
- You ever seen Roots?
- Mm-mm.
Not even a remake with T.I.?
Definitely not.
Tch, Black people kill me
not Blacking.
You seen it?
Nah, but it's still on my DVR.
Bitch.
Oh, fuck.
Yo, whatever it is,
it needs to happen quick.
I have my flight to AfroTech
in the morning.
You are not getting on
a plane in this condition.
Oh, I am not missing AfroTech.
It is the Mecca
for Black techies.
And there's gonna be mad,
blerd chicks to holla at,
and did we forget
Your girl
is a keynote speaker.
Mm-hmm, but if you do not
make your health your focus,
I'm gonna be the keynote
speaker at your funeral.
See, this is why I don't
tell people when I'm sick,
because it becomes a thing.
And then the next thing
you know,
everybody's acting like
you got six weeks to live
when it's just
a damn runny nose.
A runny nose does not
cause you to pass out
on a disgusting subway floor.
By the way, we should probably
have them check you
for hepatitis A and B and C.
- Is there a D?
- Whatever.
My point is,
I don't like to be treated
like I'm weak sauce.
Or petted like a damn dog.
Quinn, you didn't
tell anybody, did you?
Oh, my God, for the
millionth time, I didn't.
Good, I don't need
Camille in here
tracing stomach pain
back to the Middle Passage
or some shit.
And Angie would be up in here
stealing hospital supplies
as reparations.
Oh, God, the doctor said
he would be right back.
I'm gonna fucking lose it.
See, this is why my family
doesn't fuck with doctors.
They don't treat us anyway.
The most they do
is experiment like Tuskegee.
- The Relf Sisters.
- Mississippi Appendectomy.
Henrietta Lacks.
Well, hello, dear.
So you're anemic.
Let's get you
a blood transfusion,
get your numbers back up.
Okay, and what about
her back and her pelvic pain?
Ah, that's just Aunt Flo
being a tough houseguest.
When your cycle's over
in a few days,
the pain will subside.
What if it's been
more than a few days?
I've been on my period
for 11 days now.
What?
Well,
every woman is different.
Well, as a woman,
I would say that 11 days
deserves a far more
aggressive approach
to her diagnosis than Aunt Flo.
And the Tylenol ain't
cutting it for the pain.
Ah, so you're here for drugs?
I'm here because I passed out
on a damn subway.
We have a very
strict policy against
prescribing opioids
in this community.
Well, from what I hear,
this community
isn't the one that you need
to be worried about.
Now, my friend
is in serious pain.
You have not done
any ultrasounds,
- Any checks, any
- As a doctor,
I have her bloodwork and that
tells me all I need to know.
Have you tried relaxing,
meditation?
This could all just be
stress in your head.
I'll have the nurse get started
on your blood transfusion.
Ooh.
O negative, universal donor.
You should consider getting on
a regular donation schedule.
A lot of people could
really use your help.
I'm sorry,
did you just tell her
that she needed
a blood transfusion
and then asked for her shit
back in the same breath?
I can see we're a little upset.
I'm gonna go.
The nurse will be by.
We're upset?
Shit.
Thank God you can go home
after this transfusion,
but 11 days, Tye?
Why you ain't tell me?
I don't wanna lose you.
Lose me, Quinn?
Wow.
Wow.
Great work, Camille.
Of course it is, Nora.
And that's "Dr. Parks."
Well, since Dr. Pruitt
asked you to assist me,
I thought we were
more colleagues.
And remind me,
where did you get your PhD?
Like I said, Dr. Parks.
Thanks.
Do you know
a Dr. Amina Reynolds?
I know of her.
Well, I met her earlier today
after she interviewed
with Dr. Pruitt.
She seems really nice.
Who knows?
Maybe next year
I'll get to take her class.
She was interviewing for the
associate professor's position?
Not sure, but probably.
Well, have a good night,
Dr. Parks.
Fuck.
Hey, hey, hey, beautiful,
I was just about to text you.
I'm thinking Zoma
or Pisticci tonight.
I'm sorry, babe,
I can't do dinner tonight.
I just found out that
Dr. Pruitt is interviewing
outside candidates for the
associate professor position.
For tenure track?
- I thought that was all you.
- So did I.
Now, I need to update my CV,
gather my materials,
and compose
my mission statement
to present it to Dr. Pruitt,
like, yesterday,
and you know
it's gotta be tight.
And it will be.
Look, you got this.
And if, you know,
if we have time,
we can meet up later
for a nightcap.
Okay, wait, you wanna hear
something funny?
So in middle school,
I used to think that
nightcap was slang for condom
'cause you put it, like,
on your head, get it?
I do get it, um, but don't
tell anybody else that.
Hold on.
Oh, shit, um,
I need to get this.
It's my therapist,
but I will see you later.
All right.
Rebecca, hi.
I am so sorry that I missed
our session earlier.
I got caught up at work and
This is the third session
- you've missed this month.
- Yeah.
If you don't wish
to continue your therapy
No, no, no.
I do, I do.
Do you have anything tomorrow?
Please?
I will work with
whatever you have available.
- 1:30.
- Okay.
1:30.
I will be there.
Yes.
Yes, okay.
Mission statement.
Things always
getting in the way ♪
Finding things
hard enough to say ♪
I want you but
the feeling ain't the same ♪
I try but
I fight with myself ♪
I be everything
you need, yeah ♪
Sun go down,
I can't even sleep, yeah ♪
You make me weak, yeah ♪
I can't even sleep, yeah ♪
Make me weak, yeah ♪
Got something over me,
yeah ♪
On and on ♪
Keep going, we just let
the feeling keep going ♪
On and on ♪
Keep going, we just let
the feeling keep going ♪
On and on ♪
Keep going, we just let
the feeling keep going ♪
On and on ♪
Keep going, we just let
the feeling keep going ♪
Party calling lately
I've been feelin' it ♪
Might be what I want
but I don't need it ♪
I just hope that
I'm not misleading ♪
'Cause you and I have
something to believe in ♪
And I'm sorry that I am
not down for no settling ♪
Got too much
already invested in ♪
It's evident ♪
My white liberal parents ♪
Have the right liberal
stance ♪
They would've voted
for Obama for a third term ♪
If they had the chance ♪
They always listen
to Lizzo ♪
Not just "Juice,"
like every song ♪
My family's great ♪
We celebrate ♪
Black history month
like all year long ♪
Yeah, pretty much
from the age of six,
I could tell you that the
traffic light and peanut butter
were both invented
by Black men.
Also how about
that Harriet Tubman?
My white liberal parents
hit the right liberal notes ♪
Their Oprah's Book Club
faves are Maya Angelou ♪
And Ta-Nehisi Coates ♪
They'll want your opinions,
you're a real life POC ♪
Share your ruminations
or apparitions ♪
Spill that diversity ♪
They'll want your P-O-V ♪
And, oh,
when football's on TV ♪
The anthem plays ♪
They take a knee ♪
They take a knee,
they take a knee ♪
We're with you, Cap, my ♪
White liberal parents have
the right liberal view ♪
They love the Blacks
and have their backs ♪
They've marched like
20 times with you ♪
Not to mention
our pug is black ♪
My dolls were brown ♪
An invite to the cook out? ♪
They'd be totally down ♪
Look,
I get you're frightened ♪
Of limelight ♪
But they support BLM ♪
You'll blend right in
this family ♪
Your family ♪
My Black
hot-as-fuck boyfriend ♪
Her very articulate
boyfriend ♪
With my white
liberal parents ♪
White, white, white
liberal parents ♪
My Black
hung-as-fuck boyfriend ♪
With my white
liberal parents ♪
And me! ♪
Wakanda forever ♪♪
Yeah!
Ugh, seriously?
And, scene.
Kate, you okay?
This marking tape
is so ghetto.
It's like barely
stuck to the floor.
Hey, okay.
We'll take care of it.
No, Mark.
It's not just the tape.
Like, what is up with
this whole ghetto set design?
Is she pronouncing
"Get Out" weird,
or calling everything ghetto?
Kate, to be honest, you were
a little late on your mark.
Yeah, no shit, Mark,
but how am I supposed to tell?
I'm so over this
ghetto production.
Kay, why do you keep
saying "ghetto?"
- What?
- You keep saying "ghetto."
What do you mean by that?
Are you calling me racist?
Depends on how you answer
the question.
- Oh, my God.
- White girls gonna white.
Mark, can we move on
to a number
featuring those of us
without a ghetto work ethic?
- Kate!
- Good.
Those of us
in the "Sunken Place" number,
front and center.
Ain't nobody got time
for that today.
Mm.
This is the second time
I've stayed the night
at your house,
and the second time you've
stayed up all night working.
I'm sorry.
Sorry.
There's just never enough time
to get everything done,
but I promise
that I will make time for us.
Don't apologize.
Most people just
talk about going hard,
but you, you actually do it.
Yeah, well,
while y'all sleep, I grind.
I love that.
Yeah, but even the grind
can't outrun time.
I think I'm gonna have
to cancel my class so that
I can get everything done for
this meeting with Dr. Pruitt.
Cancel your class? You might
as well cancel your tenure.
Cam, how are you going to show
you can be
a tenure track professor
if you cancel class every time
you need a few extra minutes?
Damn, you're right.
You're right.
I know it's tough.
But remember pressure is
what turns coal into diamonds,
and you, my dear,
are a diamond.
You know, I'm so used
to the men in my life
always saying that I take
everything so seriously.
It's kind of dope
having someone
that pushes me to be my best.
I mean, come on,
as the great poets once said,
"You and I gots to do
for you and I."
Exactly.
Let's just try to win ♪
Hey, Mom.
I need you to take in
this dress 2 inches.
Three weeks on keto.
- You look good.
- I look outstanding.
Maybe you should try keto.
Mm.
Busy as usual.
Actually,
I am designing a wedding dress.
For $25,000.
I love this color, lilac.
And she's recommending me
to all of her friends.
What you call
that pink color?
- "Mohv"?
- Mauve.
And after getting the deposit,
the store is officially
in the black
for the very first time.
I think you're gonna have
to come in 3 inches.
Oh, keto, where have you been
all my life?
Uh, Mom, did you hear
what I just said?
Yes, but talk to me
when you can go
more than 30 days
without asking me and your
father to keep the lights on.
Mom, all businesses operate
at a deficit in the beginning.
But yours remain there
the juice bar, the spa.
Well, this is different.
This is what I was supposed
to be doing all along.
Mom, I've been trying
really hard to turn a profit.
The least you could do
is acknowledge that.
Acknowledged.
And you should acknowledge
that one wedding dress
does not
a successful business make.
What size do you think
I am now?
I don't know.
Six?
I am 10 cauliflower pizzas
away from a four.
Then you'll be my size.
Interesting, considering
I have had two children.
All right ♪
Please don't tread on me ♪
Kate is asking
for a little more time
before she can rehearse.
See, this that 53% of white
women bullshit right here.
We better still
get paid for this.
- Okay?
- I want us all to remember
that we are a family
when we're all on this stage.
When one of us makes an
insensitive comment to another,
it hurts the production
as a whole.
Mm, say that.
We have to be careful
with our words.
That's right.
Watch your mouths up in here.
because words can hurt.
I mean, I wasn't really hurt.
More like, "What the fuck?"
But I get what you mean.
Shit wasn't cool.
- Angie.
- I ain't like it.
Can I see you for a moment?
Sure.
Okay, good luck.
I need you
to apologize to Kate.
Ex-fucking-scuse me?
She should be apologizing
to me.
Shit, to all of us.
She says something fucked up
nearly every day.
Look, she's really upset
and she won't come back
to rehearsal
until you apologize.
I guess you need to cast
another Rose then.
I know some talented white
girls who know how to act.
You want me to make some calls?
- Angie, come on.
- Why?
Why am I the one
who has to come on?
She over here making
some offensive-ass comments
and somehow she's the victim.
Come the fuck on
with that shit.
Angie, you basically said
that she was racist,
and we both know
that isn't true.
One, if it looks like
a microaggression
and talks like
a microaggression,
then it's fucking racism.
Two, nigga, who is "we?"
You can cape for Kate
all you want to,
but leave me
the fuck out of it.
Angie, you know,
I feel you, girl,
but sometimes you gotta
be Michelle Obama
and go high when they go low.
When they go low,
I go basements.
She's ignorant, Angie,
and we have to teach
ignorant people.
I am tired of niggas
forgiving racist shit.
To what end?
'Cause racist motherfuckers
ain't sorry.
Okay, obviously, tensions
are running a bit high.
I think we could all use
a break to cool off.
Let's reconvene after lunch!
Wait, till my girls
hear about this shit.
If she can knock it over,
I can knock it over, too.
Equality, bitch!
Come in.
You're early.
How refreshing for you?
Well, I told you
that I am usually on time.
What can I do for you?
Well, prior to you
taking over
as chair of the department,
which, may I add,
I think is the best decision
Camille, less brownnosing.
Right, um,
so when Dr. Goodman
was the chair,
she was planning to endorse me
for the associate professor
position.
And so I just wanted
to request your support.
Here's a copy of my CV,
my transcripts
from undergraduate
through doctorate.
Here's all
my published articles,
and my mission statement.
And this is a presentation
highlighting
my social media presence.
And I know that we initially
got off on the wrong foot,
which is 100% my fault.
I just wanted you to know why
I am perfect for this job.
No.
What?
No.
I will not endorse you
for this job.
Okay.
Camille, aren't you the least
bit curious as to why not?
I just don't think
you're ready.
Well, Robin thought
I was ready.
Matter of fact,
she thought I was great.
Yes, well, a seven shines
in a room of fives.
Doesn't make her a ten.
This is the Ivy league,
and we're Black women.
There's not
that many chances for us.
So if you should fuck this up,
it's gonna reflect badly
on not just us,
but everybody behind us.
Yeah, but what if
I don't fuck this up?
I'm not willing
to take that chance.
But it's
that's it?
It's just over?
Look, Camille, I really do
want you to succeed.
I think it's great
that you have
a presence on social media.
And I think it's great
that all of your classes
have waitlists,
but your field work is lacking.
You have the minimum amount
of research possible.
Now, you have articles
in popular publications,
but only two
in academic journals.
So if I was going
to endorse someone,
I would endorse somebody
who I knew could swim
with the sharks.
And everything I saw
that you've done
tells me you're barely
swimming with the guppies.
So no, Camille.
You are not ready for this.
Is there something else,
Camille?
No, there's nothing else.
Brad, I just made it
to the airport.
I feel fine.
Listen, make sure
you build my schedule
around the top players
at all times.
I'm talking blue checkmarks,
100,000 followers and up.
Okay, okay, I'll call you
when I get to the gate.
Shit.
Fuck!
117 over 92.
Pretty good, dearie.
Did I miss AfroTech?
I don't know what that is,
but probably.
You had a ruptured
ovarian cyst.
The doctor had to do
an emergency surgery,
but everything went well.
He'll be by to check on you
during his rounds.
Do you know where my phone is?
Don't stop it, babe ♪
They got me fucked up.
I hate that
white fragility shit.
I mean, they just always
try to be oppressed.
How do you do it, Cam?
You're the only one out of us
who's managed to work for
somebody else all these years.
Well,
it definitely takes a toll.
Mm, I don't do tolls.
So I should just
half-bake that shit, right?
It's like, "Fuck you, fuck you.
Fuck you!
You're cool. Fuck you.
I'm out," right?
Yeah, but the fact that you're
even asking the question
says that you know the answer.
And yes, it sucks unwashed ass,
but sometimes you have
to apologize to keep your job.
You don't have to mean it.
You just have to say it.
See, this is why I don't like
working for people.
Bitch, you don't like
working period.
She ain't wrong.
Okay, but, Angie,
look at the big picture.
Is blowing all this up
right now
worth sacrificing why you took
this play to begin with?
I know it's just a stupid play
and I would get paid more
working fast food,
but I really do love
getting up every day
to sing professionally.
And I gotta say it, Ang,
you have been happier
in these last few weeks
than I have seen in a while.
Probably since you had
that record deal.
So to get a chance to sing
in a dumbass play,
I gotta eat some shit
that's not even my fault?
Who came up with
this brand of bullshit?
- Welcome to being an adult.
- Exactly.
When you've got bills to pay
and goals to reach,
sometimes you gotta eat shit.
And yeah, that shit
is not fucking fair
and nobody
has your fucking back
and it is all the way
fucked up.
Ain't that the truth.
I mean, I just hate having
to ask my mom for money.
I mean, she's always throwing
that shit back in my face.
Girl, I wish asking
my mom for money
was my biggest problem.
Hell, I wish my mom
even had money to loan me.
No, it's bigger than the money
because it's
And you know how
I was supposed to be
getting that promotion
to associate professor?
Yes, girl, give me good news.
- Not happening.
- What? Why?
Evidently, as a Black woman,
I have to come out the gate
already as the best.
Meanwhile, there's
white boys walking around
with half my resume
who already have tenure.
I just don't understand
why can't I grow into the role
like everyone else?
See, I've been saying that this
whole Black excellence movement
was a tool of oppression,
but y'all don't listen
to Angie.
And yes, yes, okay,
so I had a few missteps,
but now that defines my career,
defines me?
I just don't understand
why someone else
gets to tell me
what I am ready for.
I mean, it's so fucking unfair.
My mom does that same shit
to me.
I can't even
And it's like, I don't even
understand how everything
went so bad so quick.
It was fine just a month ago.
Now I'm playing second fiddle
to a frigging undergrad.
And my ex is walking around
with his fiancée,
flaunting her in my face.
And no sooner than
I get in a relationship,
he go and text me
talking about,
"Are we making a mistake?"
How the fuck
am I supposed to know?
Breathe, Camille, breathe.
We got you, okay?
You gonna get through this.
Damn, Cam, I wish I had
some answers for you,
but this is some "Iyanla,
Fix My Life" level shit.
You need a professional, babe.
Oh, shit.
Oh, shit.
I'm late for therapy.
Oh, whoa, wait, wait,
I didn't even get
to tell you about my mom
and what she's
Girl, we all know
Mrs. Pat don't hold back.
I got to go too.
Thanks for lunch.
Yeah ♪
Thanks.
I have 10 minutes
left in my session
and I'd like to use it.
I'm surprised to see you.
I'm sorry that I'm late
and that I missed
my last few appointments.
It's been more than a few,
but who's counting?
- Other than your insurance.
- Right.
It's just work
has just been so crazy
and I had
to sacrifice something.
Have you ever considered
sacrificing work for therapy?
Or do you only take care
of yourself
when your work schedule
permits?
Well, I thought that
I could handle everything.
Tell me about everything.
It's just,
this is not
how I pictured my life.
I thought by now
I'd be a renowned,
tenured anthropologist
that little Black girls
will want to dress like
for Halloween.
I figured that Ian and I
would be married,
living in a single family
brownstone.
And I'd be enjoying two more
years before having kids,
but none of that has happened.
And yes, there's this new guy,
Jameson,
and he's smart and nerdy.
And he really pushes me,
but then Ian,
who I'm finally over
I'm just helping him
put together his restaurant
he sends me this text.
"Are we making a mistake?"
That that is a part
of no plan.
So now I'm just left
with a bunch of confusion,
my edges,
a rent-controlled apartment,
and a bunch
of student loan debt.
When did you come up
with your life plan?
Yeah, my entire adult life
dedicated to a plan
that has fallen
completely apart.
Would you say that you're
the same person you were at 18?
Well, no.
So you've changed.
So maybe it's okay
for your plan to change too.
But to what?
To whatever you want.
Or here's an idea:
no plan at all.
Just take life as it comes.
Either you can play the hand
you're dealt
or mourn the one you've lost.
Different doesn't
always mean bad.
You're good.
You should be a therapist.
You should show up more.
Yeah.
Angie,
you have something
you want to say to Kate?
Yeah, I do.
Fuck you, Kate.
Fuck your microaggressions.
Fuck your white tears
that you use as a weapon
to distract from your racism.
Fuck the history
of white women like you
who got people who look like me
harmed or killed
because you were too weak
to admit your own
fucking shortcomings.
Fuck you for being
another Black man
complicit in some racist
bullshit against a Black woman.
Fuck you for engaging
in respectability politics,
which we all know has never and
will never get us to equality.
You cool, sis.
And fuck you for asking me
to forgive this shit.
Does anybody ask Jewish people
to forgive the Nazis?
No, because the Nazis
were fucking wrong-ass,
vile-ass pieces of shit.
So fuck all y'all!
Fuck this bullshit production!
I'm out!
Angie,
you have something
you want to say to Kate?
Sorry.
Oh, I forgive you.
It's what Buddha would want.
Mm.
See, and that is what
"Get Out" was all about.
No, it wasn't, like, at all.
Did you even see
you know what?
I got to go.
We still have two hours left.
I've just got a text
and my friend is in a hospital.
I want this job.
I want this job.
I need this job.
Oh, shit.
My friend really
is in a hospital.
I have to be more careful
with what I say
or intentional.
My friend is going to be okay.
I have a million dollars.
I have a loyal, rich boyfriend
with a big ass dick.
Ooh, I have a bomb-ass
natural hair wig
made with 4-C human hair.
Tye, I'm so sorry.
I was in therapy.
I just got your message.
Oh, no worries.
It's all good.
You're in a hospital bed.
It is not all good.
I cannot believe
that she needed surgery
when that asshole doctor
wouldn't even give her
a fucking pain pill yesterday.
Yesterday?
- No, no, no.
- Oh, damn.
You know it's bad
when Tye is crying.
Never thought I'd see the day.
I'm sorry, y'all.
I'm trying to be strong,
but this shit is scary.
Oh, honey.
Why you trying to be strong
in a hospital bed?
Yeah, being strong
is so overrated.
Oh.
Oh, no!
Sorry.
There's just
there's a lot going on.
Everybody, stop apologizing.
Yes.
Why do we always
have to be the ones
who apologize
when we're hurting?
I am sick of this shit, y'all.
Thank you, Quinn.
You're the only one of us
who's not a mess.
That's not true.
I am a mess.
Oh!
But I'm just not allowed
to talk about it.
Y'all think I'm whining every
time I talk about anything
just because I come from money.
But fuck that money.
That money obviously
couldn't buy me
a decent relationship
with my mom.
And I know it's not the same
as, like, having a surgery
or losing a job
or putting up with white tears,
but it still hurts.
And I don't want to pretend
that it doesn't
just because it doesn't seem
like a big deal to y'all.
No, you don't have to pretend.
- I'm still talking, Camille.
- Sorry.
I will always be here
for you guys,
but maybe check in on me
too sometimes.
Yes.
I'm sorry, Quinn.
I apologize on behalf
of all of them
'cause I always ask
about you, babe.
I'm sorry, Quinn.
You've been by my side
during this whole ordeal.
See, it's like I always say.
"You've got to check in
on your strong friends."
Wait, you didn't make that up.
That's like on 95%
of the internet.
Right, but I always like it
and retweet it,
- so it's the same.
- Oh, gosh, Angie.
No.
- I got you, my baby.
- Stop it.
What what are doing?
I am trying to hook you up.
She's in a hospital bed,
Angie.
You ain't got to look like
what you've been through.
I'm just saying.
While the "strong
Black woman" insignia
charades as a compliment,
it really pardons
the rest of the world
of their responsibility
to view the Black woman
as vulnerable,
able to experience pain,
capable of weakness,
worthy of support,
and unconditionally lovable.
Until the Black woman
is allowed to reject
this demand for strength,
she'll never truly experience
her own humanity.
Oh, good to see you awake
and in good spirits, Tyesha.
Ooh, not the full
government name.
Tye is fine.
I had the surgery,
so I'm all good, right?
I mean, I know there's
gonna be recovery time.
Unfortunately, not quite.
That cyst was just
the tip of the iceberg.
You have several
medium and large
fibroids and polyp
on your uterine lining.
The good news is that we can
take care of everything at once
with a hysterectomy.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Damn, that's a bit drastic,
don't you think?
Of course it is.
Well, I get the feeling
you're not interested
in giving birth,
and it really is the easiest
and most effective treatment.
Easiest for who?
Just because I'm masc
doesn't mean I'm not a woman.
And nobody asked you
for your feelings.
That would be the rest
of your labs, hang on.
I am so sorry, Tye.
I hate to be the voice
of reason, sweetheart,
but maybe this is something
that we should all discuss
before we rule it out
completely.
I know I said
I don't want to have kids,
but there's a difference
between not being able
to have a baby
and not wanting to.
True, and you know what?
Who knows what
the future holds?
You don't have
to make a decision
with how you'd like to resolve
the rest of the issues
right away,
but sooner is better.
Your labs look good enough
so I'm going to release you
with some medication
and post-op instructions.
Why don't you go home and talk
it over with your husband
and get back to me
in a week or so?
- This nigga.
- It is not 1950, okay?
A woman does not need
to talk it over with a man
when it comes to making
a decision about her body.
I'm her husband.
Now what, asshole?
Uh, you know what?
I am more her husband.
Bitch, please, you're my wife,
and everyone knows this.
Then who's husband am I?
- Girl
- I'm sorry.
I don't want
to mis-pronoun anyone.
Who is Brandon Jones?
Nobody.
That's the name that's
listed here on her HIPAA form
and who gave us permission
to proceed with the surgery
- while she was unconscious.
- What?
What?
Oh, okay.
So y'all are mixing up
paperwork now?
I'm gonna have to call
my dad's attorney.
This shit about
to be called Tye Memorial.
Well, no, "Memorial" is like
when you're dead,
- so maybe not that.
- Thank you, Camille.
Don't undermine my point
in front of company.
Hi, Tye.
It's been a while.
Huh, but who this, woman?
Hi, Brandon.
Uh, Brandon,
these are my friends.
Friends,
this is Brandon Jones,
my husband.
All my life
they making me crazy ♪
All my life
they calling me baby ♪
All my life
they wanna come save me ♪
All my life ♪
Men ♪
Men ♪
Men ♪
Fuck men ♪
We comin' for their throats
like what ♪
Now you wanna gloat
like what ♪
Thought you was a gold boy,
sure ♪
We don't need a man
like you ♪
Insecure, insecure,
insecure ♪
Go check on that bitch,
ego drip like a click ♪
Selfish, secretive,
obsessive, condescending ♪
Even when I come,
I'm pretending ♪
I'm not crazy,
you was cheating ♪
You not famous,
you a fetus ♪
You checked in on me
like you Jesus ♪
Don't they make you wanna
keep us? ♪
Ah!
All my life
they making me crazy ♪
All my life
they calling me baby ♪
All my life
they wanna come save me ♪
All my life ♪
Men ♪
Men ♪
Men ♪
Fuck men ♪
Oh, you wanna leave him
but you can't get past it ♪
Oh, you wanna tell him,
well, you should ♪
Just shove it ♪
Why you keep believing that
he's gonna change from it? ♪