Grown-ish (2018) s03e16 Episode Script

1 Love.
Life's most intense game.
Excuse me.
Queen, would you be interested in joining the BSU? - Yes.
Yes, I am.
- Yes? The thrill of the chase The excitement of the hunt.
Do you want to be with me? The adrenaline of the match.
Well, I'm here now.
But when you finally take your shot, is victory any less sweet if you know you had to cheat to get there? I'm sorry I gotta go.
Okay.
Watch out, world, I'm grown now I'm grown Learn something new every day I don't know, so I'm-a feel my way Got the weight of the world on me But no regrets, this is what I say Watch out, world, I'm grown now I'm grown You can tell me My heart beating so loud Mama, look, I'm grown now I'm grown Unless you want the entire campus to know you got the high hard one last night, I would take that little afterglow, bouncy walk down to, like, a nine.
Better? Maybe try incorporating some of that guilt you should be feeling for sleeping with another girl's man? Look, the reality is Aaron and I have been going back and forth for what, three years now? I was here way before Rochelle ever was, so Yeah, but she's here now.
And Aaron is actually her boyfriend.
Which makes you a boyfriend-burglaring penis-vulture now.
Wait, where's all this grossly descriptive shade coming from? I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
You're right.
I'm probably just projecting my frustrations - with Javi onto you.
- Mm.
The no sex thing? I get it, girl.
No.
The "Javi cheating on me" thing.
What are you talking about? He's been acting super weird whenever me, him, and his phone are in the same room.
Sly texts, sneaky phone calls, screen brightness alarmingly dim Okay, Ana, these are really huge accusations to throw on somebody who legit doesn't have sex.
So are you, like, sure? Deeply suspected but not confirmed yet.
Oh.
Hey! Ah! Welcome home! Oh, my God, Sky, congratulations! Ah! You're a freakin' Olympian! - Thanks, I - That is so insensitive of me.
- Mm.
- I'm sorry, Jazz.
I feel awful about you not uh, making the, uh, you know, on the Hey, how was the plane food? Vivek, it's okay.
You can say it.
I didn't make the Olympics.
- It's all good.
- Of course it is! You made it to the trials! What more could someone want than to compete against the country's best? You are the country's second-best.
Doug, my man! Great airport pickup! Yeah.
I'ma go put these in the room.
Yeah.
He's been doting on me like I had a concussion or we had a false-positive.
Hey, I'm not mad at it.
Who would be? Welcome home.
Is she really as okay as she's acting? Who knows? Every time I try to talk to her about it, she won't tell me, and all she says is, "It's all good.
" So, maybe it is? Are your neck muscles choking the oxygen to your dumbass brain? Aww.
I'm so glad to see success hasn't changed you.
It's just so hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that your presence here in my astral plane is coming to an end.
If I've learned anything from you during my transfer year here, it's that I was never really here at all.
No, you were definitely here 'cause my heart feels weird watching you pack.
Aww.
You know, you could come to Tokyo with me while I film Sky at the Olympics.
Just Sky? Unfortunately, yeah.
Life, man.
So, what do you say, Lucs? Me, you, Tokyo? And after the Olympics, we can backpack around before I have to go back to Spelman.
I would, but I legit got to focus on Anti-Muse.
Plus, carrying a backpack is gonna trigger my scoliosis.
Okay.
Well, it is an open invite.
My tiny, windowless room at the Tokyo airport is your tiny, windowless room at the Tokyo airport.
I'm just saying, you can't call dibs on a human being just 'cause you laid eyes on him first.
Okay, see, I would argue, though, that that's fair.
Okay, my point is, the fact that you don't care that Aaron has a girlfriend means that you're you're relegating yourself to being his side-piece.
Oh.
See, I'd never be his side-piece.
That's just not on brand for me.
Mm.
Well, Zoey, what is on brand for you? Uh Well, girlfriend.
Okay, see, once Rochelle is, like, "removed" from the situation, then Aaron and I will be together.
Cue the fairy tale, complete with our little happily ever after ending, all scored by Oscar-winning composer Alan Menken.
Music swells.
What? Oh.
Hot start to your fairy tale.
Oh, my God.
Damn it.
Hey.
Uh Thanks for, um, you know, letting me come over.
Just wanted to check in, you know, and see how Oh, see how your side-piece was doing? I'm good.
I'm really good.
I'm just tucked over here by the side so no one can see us talking.
- You know that's not what this is.
- Mm.
And you know you're not my side-piece, - so why are you even - No, but I'm definitely not the main girl you were hugged up with on campus today.
Zoey, I know that what happened was a big deal to the both of us.
But what did you think? It was just gonna erase everything else in our lives and we were magically gonna be together? After I told you I loved you and then we had sex? Yeah, it's kinda what I expected.
I just need a second, you know, to go over all this.
Graduation's coming up, Cal U is still waiting for an answer on whether or not I'm gonna accept their money, and now this confusing, uncomfortable situation t-that I feel bad for putting you both in Oh, my gosh.
Please, do not feel bad for me.
Don't feel bad for me because I have obviously played myself.
Zoey, what do you want me to say? I care about you, probably more than I've cared about anyone in the past three years.
I came over the other night to tell you that I needed to take a step back, and then And somehow, I managed to become your side-piece, so No, you are not that.
You're You're you.
- You're Zoey.
- Okay, and what does that even mean? You're the girl that floats in and out of my life whenever she wants and just kinda screws with my head.
- Mm.
- Yeah, you know, so, I'm guessing in your mind, I'm just supposed to drop Rochelle, someone I care about, so that we can be together while you follow Joey Bada$$ all over the world and you just leave me leave me here waiting for you indefinitely.
- That was the plan? - No.
No, actually, I quit my styling job with Joey, and I was thinking about re-enrolling at Cal U.
So, I'm not floating anywhere anytime soon.
I'm really sorry if that screws with your head.
Mm.
Oh, yes, baby I love you so, yeah - Hey.
- Hi.
You know, this diner might have a C-minus rating, but that bathroom soap, give it an A-plus.
My hands smell like roses.
- I trust you.
- Smell.
- I trust you.
- No, smell it.
I trust you You have all my trust.
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.
- Appreciate it.
Actually, I am gonna go wash my hands, too.
- And only me, till the end of time - Okay.
Hurry back.
Hmm.
Hey.
What are you watching? "Proud Family.
" LaCienega taught me how to be comfortable in my own skin.
Mm-hmm.
Nooo! Are you mad at me? What? Are you mad at me? Okay, why in the world would I be mad at you? Because in the past seventy-two hours, everything in our life has changed and you don't want to talk about it.
You've barely even acknowledged it, and you're giggling way too hard at a children's show.
Have I not told you how proud of you I am? A bunch, a-a-and it means everything to me.
That's only half the story.
Okay, well, the other half I'm trying to ignore and move on from.
Now can we please go back to my show? Okay.
Then I'm mad at you.
What? Why? Because! It is so unfair that you're just trying to brush over and move on from the biggest thing that's ever happened to us.
Us? You qualified for the Olympics.
Yeah, but it's what we have both been working our asses off for, and now it's over and you're shutting me out like we haven't taken this whole journey together for the past thirteen years.
Give me something.
Some emotion other than this "I'm okay" bullshit.
Fine.
You want me to be real with you? I am so humiliated.
I am disappointed and I'm embarrassed in myself.
But above that, most of all, I am devastated that we can't finish this journey together.
It wasn't supposed to be this way.
I know, but it is.
And listen, I was being real when I told you that I am so, so proud of you.
Come here.
I love you.
Love you.
After my latest head-to-head with Aaron, never before had I felt so bruised by the intense game of love.
.
And up until that moment, I hadn't truly considered that there were other players who were just as invested in this game as I was.
Okay, I don't understand.
Why would you give Aaron's girlfriend your number? I didn't.
She just casually slid into my DMs with a bone-chilling message.
But she just said she wants to talk, right? It could be nothing.
Her exact words were, "Hit me," period.
"Need to talk ASAP," all caps, period.
- Oof.
You're busted.
- Mm-hmm.
Do you think Aaron maybe slipped up and accidentally told her that you two smashed? - Oh.
- He is an idiot.
I'm sorry, but as a fellow scorned woman, Rochelle deserves to know that her man strayed with a harlot.
- A harlot? - Since when are you a "fellow scorned woman"? Since Javi cheated on me with "Somebody.
" - With who? - Somebody.
Yeah, but do you know who she is? I just told you.
She's Somebody.
Bitch.
What.
Is.
Her.
Name? Bitch, I just told you.
Somebody.
Javi is smashing somebody named Somebody.
Ana, Javi is celibate.
Javi is smashing nobody.
Or because he's not smashing Ana, he's definitely smashing somebody.
- Mm.
- See? Thank you, Sky.
Okay, guys, can we please stop? 'Cause I actually have a very real somebody named Rochelle who "needs to talk ASAP," which I'm interpreting as "needs to kill me ASAP," 'cause I slept with her man.
What in the world am I supposed to do? Okay, well, maybe Rochelle doesn't know what went down with you and Aaron.
Or maybe Aaron told her that he wants to be with you and she's trying to gracefully concede.
Yeah.
Maybe she wants to congratulate you with her fists.
So, you're saying any way I look at this, I'm getting my ass beat? - For sure.
- Deserved.
Can I give you some practical advice? Please, Sky.
Protect your face, unless Aaron is into scars and disfigurement.
Pull your hair back into a high bun so that she cannot pull it.
Jewelry must be removed so that she can't tear your lobes, and maybe bring some Timbs so that you can ground yourself before you take a swing.
Okay, wait.
Why don't you try responding to Rochelle's text and see if you can get a hint about what she wants? You know, that is Yeah.
That's actually a very mature idea, Jazz.
More mature thing is to overnight yourself - a pair of Timbs.
- "Hey, everything good? Want me to call you?" Yes.
That's good.
Okay.
All I can do is wait.
Okay, in the interest of poking around just a little bit, what if I send a text to Javi? You know, just saying something like, um, "My darling Javier, I just need you to know that you, my love, are my favorite somebody.
" No.
You guys suck.
Okay, it's her.
"Face to face is better.
It's about Aaron.
" Just got the last bag.
Putting it with the rest of them.
- Hey, guys.
- What up? Hey.
So So You know, I wanna say that we should do this long-distance thing, but Yeah.
It doesn't really feel like us.
Nah.
You know you were the best surprise to happen this year, right? I wanna be modest and say I don't, but I do.
I mean, hey, you were a pretty great surprise, too, though.
Thanks.
So, I guess this a "Until we meet again" moment instead of a "Goodbye"? Either way, I'm gonna miss you.
- Me too.
- Guys, come in.
We're gonna do a toast before you have to leave.
- Damn.
All right.
- Okay.
To Sky.
For three years, - we have been terrified of you.
- So true.
But never before have we been more proud.
Tokyo has no idea what's about to hit them.
Literally.
- In the face.
- Literally.
A toast to our girl, who's about to go out there and bring home the gold! - Whoo! - Yes! For Team USA, for Cal U, and most importantly, for the Forster family and all of South Central.
- Cheers! - Cheers! - Whoo! - Cheers! - Oh, that's hot.
- Whew! Thank you.
I love you all so much.
- I love you, too.
- I'm gonna miss you.
- We love you, too.
- I'm gonna miss you.
But I love you the most.
Mm.
You better go out there and smoke all those Kenyans and Jamaicans, okay? Okay.
Hey, we better get going.
Um come on, Rod'Nae.
Grab my bags.
- Oh.
- Rod'Nae, get those bags! - Bye, Sky! - Bye! - Love you! - Bye! You okay? Honestly? I'm not doing too good.
I'm gonna miss her so much.
Oh, I got this.
Homegirl has Birkenstocks on.
Pssh.
Consider that pedicure messed up.
Zoey.
Hey.
Hey, girl.
Look, I saw you on campus the other day and how you reacted when you saw me with Aaron.
I know why you scampered away.
Please don't tell me she's about to hit my face.
It's my money maker.
And that's the reason I hit you up.
I wanted us to meet so we could address this thing - woman to woman.
- Mm.
I want to apologize.
You want to what? The thing is, when I asked you to fall back from Aaron, it it wasn't about you, or him.
It was about me, you know, and my insecurities.
And I was wrong to put that on you.
R-Right.
Right.
I mean, clearly there's nothing going on between you two.
And the fact that I jumped to conclusions because a woman has a guy as one of her best friends is just one of the worst things a woman can do to another woman.
One of the w Wow.
Well, I mean, it is definitely up there, possibly top two.
Uh yeah.
I just hope that I haven't messed things up between us so badly because, moving forward, I'd really like it if we could all three be friends.
Why couldn't she just punch me in the face? From a young age, we're taught a win is a win, to take no prisoners, to fight the good fight, but we're also taught good sportsmanship.
So, when you have to look your opponent in the eye and know that you played dirty while they played by the rules, it can definitely make the victory much more bitter than sweet.
Ooh, tea? Your boy would love some of that matcha action.
I'm not making tea.
I'm on a mission.
Is this some kind of religious mission where you destroy all your technology? No.
And it's not my tablet.
It's Javi's.
It fell out of his backpack when I took it out of his backpack.
Do I want to ask why? Only if you want to be impressed.
Ah.
Fingerprints on 2, 5, 7, 9.
Okay.
Some combination of these four little numbers will unlock all of my answers.
Living with women is cool.