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Children, I'm rich.

'92 and '93 were two of the worst years

for real estate in the city.

But there's been a little '94 bounce.

And how many bedrooms?

Three.

I'll have to convert one
into a walk-in cedar closet.

There's a doorman,

and there's no co-op board,

so it's yours
once the papers are signed,

assuming you want it.

Interest rates are down to nine percent.

Borrow to buy? Please.

I'll pay cash.

I'll have my lawyers contact you.

I'm off to fill that cedar closet.

Years ago I went to a psychic

who told me I was
the reincarnation of Cleopatra.

I said, "Then why am I still
eating at Roy Rogers"?

Maurice, if there isn't enough room,

have them follow
with what's left in a cab.

- Yes, Miss Elektra.
- Thank you.

Looks like that psychic was right.

It just took a little while

for this queen to reclaim her kingdom.

I've turned to eating caviar daily.

It's full of B12 vitamins

which keeps my mind sharp
so I can read a bitch.

The question on your mind,
of course, is how?

The "why" is obvious.

I was destined to have
more coins than Scrooge McDuck.

But how did I earn my riches?

It started
in the most unlikely of places

at lunch with Miss Orlando.

More champagne?

What's going on here?

Did you rob a bank?

A relative die?

Because you've got a $75 manicure,

a fresh facelift, and I saw that outfit

in the window at Barneys the other day.

I got that all with my own money.

Doing what?

I'm working with organized crime.

- The Mafia?
- Shh.

Yeah, the Mafia.

They do all kinds of business
in the neighborhood

without us even knowing about it.

They came, found me, offered me a deal,

fat fillers, silicone
injections, medicinal creams.

They import my supplies,

protect me from the police

and take a cut of what I earn.

Beautiful olive-skinned men

with that slick hair like Marlon Brando.

Do you want me to introduce you?

Miss Orlando made the introductions.

In a week, I was sitting down

with Vincent Massino
and Marco Ciccone...

No relation to Madonna.

I own a phone-sex business.

It's small, but I'm ready to expand.

My operators
are the best in the business.

They know how to keep a guy
pumping himself raw on the line

as the meter runs and runs.

The proof is in my 81 %
customer-return rate.

There's good money
in those phone-sex lines.

- Low overhead.
- There's one catch.

We have a certain large cash business

that involves selling a certain
thing that is extremely popular

that the U.S. government
does not like being sold.

We need to find ways to clean that cash.

So you want me to launder
drug money for you.

It's how it works
with Miss Orlando, too.

It's a substantial influx of cash

you can use to expand your business.

How much are we talking?

Take a guess.

Then multiply that guess by ten.

And you're probably still guessing low.

You have a deal, gentleman.

The Mafia was wonderful to work with.

They kept the cops at bay,

had accountants fix up my book,

and franchised my operation

in tax havens like Nevada and Delaware.

I have become the McDonalds
of the phone sex industry.

And now, in just a matter of months,

look at me,

if your eyes can
handle the sparkle of my jewels.

I am a self-made, obscenely rich woman.

And I didn't have to lie
on my back to get here.

I don't need a man, but if I want one,

I just hire one out for the night.

Isn't that right, Hot Chocolate?

Whatever you say, Miss Elektra.

Damn skippy!

The category is...

Live...

Work...

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- Good morning, baby.
- Good morning.

- How was your sleep?
- It was good.

How was yours?

- It was good.
- Good.

What you reading?

Just doing a little wedding planning.

Mm.

Look, how stunning.

She cute, but she ain't you.

- Not her.
- Oh, my bad.

The wedding.

I always wanted to get married
in the wintertime.

Then let's get married
in the wintertime.

This winter.

Yeah. What's holding us back?

I don't know.

Can we afford
a winter wedding right now?

We have some savings put away
for a rainy day.

- It's enough to get you a dress.
- Mm.

Or we could borrow one from the agency.

I didn't even think about that.

I'm telling you,
and they got some good ones.

They do.

We'll go down to City Hall
with Blanca as our witness

and then we can meet up with
the fam afterwards for dinner

at the Dim Sum place you love.

- Small and intimate.
- Mm-hmm.

That sounds perfect, baby.

If my baby want to get married
in the wintertime,

- we could make that happen.
- Okay.

Marry me.

Of course.

Marry me.

You already know the answer to that.

It's a new day, girl.

It's gonna be okay.

Yeah, save those tears, honey.

You were gonna have to get rid
of that shit someday.

I know you're not crying over
that flea-infested furniture.

It's going back to the Goodwill
where it came from.

I can't afford new furniture.

Who's asking you to?

A mother provides.

Okay. Uh...

I know how you love to host.

This is a table fit for you.

Special delivery.

Oh, shoot, uh, we need plates. Here.

- Dinner, too?
- Of course.

And let's be clear, 21 Club
doesn't do this for just anyone.

That meal was divine.

Mm-hmm. I ain't never
have a feast like this before.

Thank you, Elektra.

You deserve it, daughter.

So I guess she's the only
deserving daughter?

I haven't forgotten about you.

Mother has something for everyone.

Aw. What am I gettin'?

I'm gifting you with a trip to rehab.

You know...

I am so tired

of your put-downs.

None of y'all
have ever bothered to ask me

how I feel about Candy,
and what that was like for me.

That's no excuse.

- We all lost Candy.
- Yes, we all did lose Candy.

But she was my ride or die
and my every day.

So what, I numbed my pain?

I'm done with that, okay?

I'm getting my life back together.

I got a new job
keeping books for Pat Fields.

And...

I got me a new man.

Who is he?

Jerome.

- Jerome?
- Yeah.

The bouncer from the strip club?

Mm-hmm.

The pipe must've really affected

your critical-thinking skills.

Why can't y'all just be happy
for me like a family, for once?

-Why can't you be happy for me?
That's right.

We need to support her, not judge her.

Right?

Oh, please.

I'm not falling for
this poorly-written monologue.

I know what clean looks like,

and it don't look like you.

I don't have a problem, okay?

You need to back off, Mother.

All right, come on.
Let up on Lulu, and let's enjoy

this amazing, tasty feast.

Fine.

All right, y'all.

I want to make a toast
to the women in my life.

My sisters.

Look at us.

A mogul, a model,

a future accountant and nurse.

The expectations may have been low,

but we believed in ourselves
and each other.

When I look at y'all,
I see infinite possibilities.

I see the future.

I'm so glad I got to live through this.

I love y'all.

We love you, too.

I love you, too.

I love you, daughter.

I love you all.

Thank you.

I love you, too.

Okay.

Now that we've gotten
the emotions out of the way...

Angel, dear.

What can I get for you?

I have everything I need, Ma.

That's right.

Actually, I have something
I want to share with y'all.

Papi and I set a date for our wedding.

I'm gonna be a maid of honor!

What? I'm her best friend. No.

Hold on. I'm the mama here,
so you know this little...

No, no, no. You're all gonna
be my maid of honors.

Oh, my darling.

This is an honor more important to me

than my 1,104 trophies,

which are currently in storage right now

because they clash
with my new furniture.

- Thank you.
- Oh, my God. I could cry.

When is it? When is it?

I mean, you know I always
wanted a New Year's wedding.

Well, we've been savin' up for years,

and we don't want to wait no more.

We make it official in four weeks

on New Year's Eve

at City Hall!

- My kids are getting married!
- Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no.

Hell to the no. No.

You will be the first of us
to walk down the aisle,

and City Hall

and an off-the-rack dress just won't do.

This wedding is bigger
than you and Papi.

This is a monu-mentous occasion
for us all.

A moment we never dared to dream.

I want to pay for your dream wedding.

Dress and all.

Whoa.

Let me do that for you.

Oh, my...

- What?
- Get that glass, girl.

David's Bridal, here we come.

Oh my God!

Excuse me?

Mother has just the place.

Only the best for the best.

- Babe.
- What?

What? What, what, what, what?

- Come downstairs.
- Okay.

What? What happened?

Is this for us?

Thank you.

We're celebrating.

What are we celebrating?

Only that we're gonna have

the most beautiful and glamorous
wedding ever.

I'm gonna walk down an aisle,
baby, of rose petals

and it's gonna be men in tuxedos

handin' out fancy hors d'oeuvres

and then it's gonna be me
in a big, beautiful white dress

just like a bride in a movie.

That-That's the wedding
you deserve, baby.

And I wish I could do that for you.

Baby, you don't got to do nothing.

Elektra is gonna pay for it all.

I thought we had a plan, though.

Something small and intimate for us.

Well, baby, why keep it small
when we can be lavish and over-the-top?

Yeah, but...

Especially when we don't have
to spend any of our savings.

Well, what does that make me look like?

What kind of way
is that to start a marriage?

By making sure everyone knows
the groom can't take care of his bride?

Don't give me
that Latino machismo bullshit.

Come on. You work hard, my baby.

Everybody knows it, you my man.

Everybody knows it.

But you also not rich.

Everybody knows that, too.

And it's okay.

Ain't no shame in that.

None of us are.

Except Elektra!

We talked about doing
a little romantic thing.

Just you, me and Blanca
as a witness. What happened?

Papi, that was because
I didn't dare to dream

that I could have more.

I'm not doing it.

I don't want to look stupid
at my own wedding.

We're doing this.

You want to marry me,
you marrying me at the Plaza

with champagne toasts and-and
live doves and all that shit.

Okay?

I'm the bride.

It's my day.

Yeah? This is my day, too...

...and I'm paying for it!

All right? Don't nobody
want your charity.

Angel and I made a plan,

and you come swooping in
like Captain Save-a-Ho

trying to make me look
like a fucking bum.

What Papi is trying to say is,

is that he appreciates your donation,

but it isn't necessary.

I understand that your Latin pride

is threatened by my largess.

It's admirable.

But you don't want
to start off a marriage

with a selfish act.

How is it selfish
to say no to a handout?

Your bride is unlike any other.

She will be the first...

the first from a community
that has been excluded

from "happily ever after."

You've been to the balls

and seen the girls walk bridal runway.

Yeah, but my wedding ain't no ball.

That category was invented,
like all other categories,

in order to give us
a chance to experience

what the outside world gets to live.

But none of us, Esteban,

has ever been a real bride.

You hear?

Until I met Christopher,

I never thought marriage
was a real possibility for me.

Everybody else gets to live
in a world of "maybe."

But us, we live in a world
of "never gonna happen."

So you're saying
the day ain't even about us.

No...

I'm saying...

that when all those girls
sit in that fancy ballroom,

they get to watch one of their
own walk down a real aisle,

in a real wedding dress...

Not for some plastic trophy,

but to marry a real man who loves her...

They will then realize
they can do it, too.

Yo, I didn't even think our
wedding meant as much to us

as it means to everybody else.

Darling, it means a great deal.

But that doesn't mean you have
to make it about all of us.

This wedding is about you and Angel.

I guess it's not unusual
for the mother of the bride

to pay for the wedding, huh?

Exactly.

And if it makes you feel better,

you can pay for
the quartet and the tossed rice.

Yeah. That's cool.

I guess the rice is the most
important part of the wedding.

Come here.

I'm sorry.

- Thank you, Elektra.
- Okay.

Okay.

Thank you for loving that girl
the way you do.

Now, get out of my office.

What is taking that girl so long?

She can take as long as
she want. I feel like I'm in a dream.

Angel, get your ass out here
and show us what you got on.

Ladies, ladies.

May I present...

the bride.

Oh.

Oh, my God.

She looks like
a Puerto Rican Lady Diana.

Very nice eye.

Is this the one, Angel, dear?

I think it's cute.

It-It's beautiful.

But I think I'll try some others on.

Then maybe let's try to find something
that doesn't hide that figure.

I agree.

- Hey.
- What?

You think I could sneak one
of these dresses out of here?

Lulu.

You are not mopping anything
from this store.

We're here to shop.

Yay?

Nay?

Okay, I go away.

Ma. Hello.

This dress would look
sickening on you, Ma.

Nah, I'm not getting married.

Christopher and I aren't there yet.

Today is your day.

Nonsense.

This is our day.

We all deserve to feel special.

Dominick, bring dresses for everyone!

Oh, my gosh.

Ma, don't start.
You're gonna get me going.

You look perfect.

It's perfect, right?

Oh, just like you.

I never seen something so beautiful.

You look amazing.

Finally.

Yes.

Dominick, I think we've found the one.

Excellent choice. The owner

is very grateful for your patronage,

and he wants to thank you himself.

I'll go grab him.

Let me go change.

You look good, girl.

Hey.

You know what you doing for her
means everything, right?

You could have turned your back
on all of us

when you got big time, but instead,
you became our fairy godmother.

Thanks, Ma.

Sweetheart,

you girls deserve everything.

Besides, I can't take it all with me

so I might as well spend, spend, spend.

And we will take, take, take.

Where is the mother of the bride?

That would be me.

Uh, but this one, right here,

is gonna be paying for all of it.

What is this?

What isthis?

This is a Platinum
American Express card.

It has no limit.

You and I are business people,
Mr. Schmidt.

Whatever is going on
in your bald little head

will disappear with a swipe
of this little piece of plastic.

Your money's no good here.

This is a bridal shop for women.

Um, excuse me.

- We are women.
- Real women.

You know what?

How 'bout I show you a real beatin',
huh?

Oh, no. No.

I appreciate the fact
that you're old-fashioned.

But you don't have to accept us,

you just have to take our money.

I wouldn't take your money

if you gave me
a million dollars in gold.

I refuse to sell you anything,

on principle.

These designers are artists

and I won't let you turn their work

into a freak show.

I can see from
your sad little wedding band

that you are married.

But that doesn't mean
that you've had any real contact

with a woman for quite some time.

Even a loving wife
would avoid her impotent husband

if his testicles hung so low
that they grew filthy

from dragging along the dirty floor

once he took off his tighty-whities.

And I doubt... No, excuse me, I know,

that no other women
have paid you any mind

because women aren't attracted to men

who aren't tall enough to ride
the Cyclone at Coney Island.

If not for pity,

your closest proximity to a vagina
would have been at your birth.

So... we can excuse the fact
that you cannot see

the royalty gracing your store.

I have seen my share of real men,

and I can assure you...

...I am not looking at one right now.

Ladies, let's go.

My coin is too good for this place.

What happened?

But you...

You haven't heard the last from me.

Watch your neck.

Angel, we're leaving.

Come on. All right.

Uh, let's go.

And I'm taking your little
burnt champagne.

Dominick, get ready
for your next appointment.

You get ready for it.

I quit.

I love these, uh,

but definitely shorty with
the buzz cut. Good shit, David.

- - Esteban?
- Yeah?

There's a Jimena
at reception here to see you.

Jimena?

Um, I'm sorry. Excuse me. Excuse me.

Esteban Martinez.

- Been a minute.
- Jimena.

Jimena, how you been, ma?

- It's been a little a while.
- You know. Surviving.

You still living in Soundview?

Not since you was homeless
and dating my sister.

Pito said you was on the come up
and got a fancy job downtown.

Had to see for myself.

But you rebounded nicely.

Even got white people
working for you now.

Yeah, I'm doing a'ight.

I got a place now. I'm engaged.

That's actually...
That's her right there.

You clearly got a type.

Yeah. How is Marisol?

We should talk.

You and Sol was together on and off?

For like two years, right?

Yeah.

I never saw her happier
than when she was with you.

Ah, I loved that girl.

So why'd you start fuckin'
around with that other chick?

I didn't cheat on Marisol with Angel.

I couldn't deal with her addiction.

She lied about why we stopped talking,

and I let her to protect her.

I knew that shit was
gonna be her downfall.

Drugs is a hard habit to kick.

- You did it.
- And I struggle.

Every day.

I'm sorry, mama.

When you was around,
you tried everything you could.

She knew what the consequences were.

Yeah.

I should've been there, though,
you know?

Why?

It wouldn't have changed shit.

She didn't want to be saved.

Not by you.

Not by anyone.

Yeah.

Thank you for letting me know.

- I should get back to work.
- Nah, nah.

Hold up, Papo.

There's more.

I didn't come here
just to tell you she passed.

Could've called for that.

I came to tell you...

Sol left behind something that's yours.

What is it? Clothes? Pictures?

A son.

He just hit five, and yes, it's yours.

Nah, that's a fat-ass lie,

'cause I wrap my shit the fuck up.

Look, Marisol was a lot of things

but loose wasn't one of 'em.

What's his name?

Esteban Alberto Martinez...

Junior.

Beto for short.

He just started kindergarten.

Where's he living at now?

With me.

There was no one else
for him to go with.

It's been a struggle.

Oh, fuck me, man.

I want to see him.

Papito, not so close to the TV.

It's bad for your eyes.

He's a good kid.

Nothin' like us.

Thank God.

- Hi, Beto.
- Hey.

- Whatcha doing?
- Playing with Legos.

I was gonna build a house.

Who you building a house for?

For Mommy up in heaven.

So she can be safe now.

Can I help you?

Mm, yes, but it's a secret

cause Mommy always says
not to talk to strangers.

No, papa.

No.

I'm not a stranger.

I'm friends with your mommy,
and your Titi Jimena.

You don't... you don't know me,
but we're family.

My name is Esteban, just like you.

You can call me Papi, if you want.

Elektra.

What is this? It's delicious.

It's foie gras, goose livers.

It's $50 a pound.

Enjoy it, it's your last meal here.

Huh?

You've become too familiar,
Hot Chocolate.

I don't pay you to leave
cracker crumbs in my bed.

Your hard body
may have been fun for a while,

but I have a better chance of having
a stimulating conversation

with the goose that supplied
that liver than with you.

But I'm falling in love with you.

- Can't help that, sweetie.
- You used me!

Of course I did.

It does feel good to be on
the other side of these things.

You may finish your snack,

then dress yourself
and show yourself out.

Mafia drinks are served
in the parlor, madame.

Tell them I'll be down in a half hour.

Oh, and frisk this dope

for jewelry and silverware
before he leaves.

The new call center in St. Louis

is doing
double the business we expected.

Mm.

We were thinking about
expanding into Canada.

Horny has no borders.

I invited you over to inquire
about your other services.

Which ones?

The ones that involve cracking skulls.

My friends and I were disrespected

by a man who runs
a high-end wedding dress shop.

We can rough him up enough
to teach him a lesson,

without doing any permanent damage.

Mm, no.

No violence.

But he did deny me
a very important purchase,

and I cannot let that stand.

I want that dress.

Now, back in the day,

I could mop the whole floor
of a department store

and not get pinched,

but now that
I'm a respectable businesswoman,

I cannot take that risk.

I mean, if we go and steal that dress,

it's going to look a little suspicious

considering you were
just in there looking at it.

I agree.

Stealing just one item
won't teach that beast a lesson.

I want you to steal every
goddamn dress in that store.

I'm sure you could do
pretty well for yourselves

pushing some of those dresses

onto the daughters of your associates.

Elektra...

You sure you're not Italian?

You would make one hell of a boss.

You'll get no argument from me, darling.

...or autumn.

Every single last one of those.

- Um, would you get, um, summer?
- Right.

- It got more to offer.
- What?

Ladies.

Thank you.

Today is a day of pampering and beauty

to kick off Angel's
bachelorette weekend.

Through my newfound
and permanent wealth,

I will ensure that every layer
of dead skin is sloughed off,

every nail filed and polished,

every pore steamed,
extracted and shrunk.

Imperfections will not be invited

to Angel's dream wedding.

I bought this motherfucker out!

- No, you didn't.
- Yes, she did.

Oh, my gosh.

Clink, clink, clink.

Yes!

Mm.

It's your day.

My darlings, the domain is ours,

and ours alone

for this day of sisterhood.

Oh, my gosh.

- Okay. No, you didn't.
- Oh, my God.

What is this? Oh, my God.

Ah!

He's a doctor.

I have an announcement.

Tonight, we will feast
like queens among queens.

I have invited our nearest and
dearest sisters from ballroom

to fete our bride-to-be.

Florida and Veronica?

Okay, Kiki and Aphrodite?

Oh, my goodness, girl. Oh, my God.

Even Pretentia and Nefertiti,
that bitch!

Yes, Ma. Oh, my God.

I'm so excited,
I could pee right now, girl.

No, no, no, no. Simmer down,
now. That won't be necessary.

Okay.

What you got up your sleeve, Ma?

Only the best,

daughter dear.

I want to thank each and every
one of you for showing up

for our dear Angel Evangelista.

Okay, I promised Elektra
I wasn't gonna cry

or else she gonna
send me back to the piers

to pay off this extravagant-ass wedding.

But I'm...

I'm at peace knowing my baby girl

is marrying my baby boy Papi.

Sorry. Y'all don't know
how much this means to me

to see that
my children found each other.

To my beautiful daughter...

Angel Evangelista,

the most stunning bride
there will ever be.

I love you.

I love you, too.

All right, well, to Angel, y'all.

To Angel.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Cheers.

My turn.

I wouldn't even be here
if it wasn't for my mothers,

Elektra and Blanca.

I probably wouldn't even exist anymore.

Thank y'all for loving me,

for showing me
the true meaning of family.

I probably would have never
known what that is without you.

I realize how incredibly rare
it is for girls like us...

...to get to be the romantic heroine

in any story,

to get the prince and the fairy tale.

I recognize that I may be the
first to walk down this aisle,

but I refuse...

...to be the last.

Okay?

So tonight,

with the urging of
Mother Elektra herself...

Honey, she's here.

We have a surprise announcement.

Not only will each and every
woman in this room

be attending the wedding event
of the century,

but you, my dear sisters,

will do it...

wearing the wedding dress
of your dreams!

Everybody gets a dress!

Just go get dresses!

How did you pull this off?

Mother has her ways.

Oh, okay. Ow.

- Oh, my God.
- Ooh!

Put on your dress, mama.

Come on, Sanaya-aya-aya-aya-aya.

Give me a twirl, ma.

Now that each of you have
selected your wedding gowns,

Miss Elektra has one more surprise.

It's something we rightfully deserve.

Strippers!

His sweat is sweating!

He is hot.

Excuse me. You're about to get married.

So what? That's the kind of
man you throw your whole life away.

- I need some chocolate.
- Thank you, Ma.

Listen, I don't know what
Lulu is talking about...

- Oh, Hershey's is for me.
- Lulu!

Bring all that beefcake over here.

This one's getting married.

She'll never have a man again.

Lord have mercy. Okay, I can't do this.

- Just calm down.
- This moment...

- Go with the flow.
- I'm trying to.

Baby, what you doing up so late?

I was waiting up for you.

Aye, Papi.

I didn't drink that much, I swear.

I want to glow for the wedding.

I ain't worried about you, baby.

I got something important
I got to tell you.

What?

You don't want to get married?

See, I knew
this was too good to be true.

Nah.

Of course I want to marry you.

All right. So, then, what is it?

Tell me.

You remember my ex, Marisol?

Mm-hmm.

Her sister came into the office today

to tell me she died.

And she left behind a son.

My son.

What?

His name is Beto.

He's five.

And I didn't even know
about him until today.

I'm a father, Angel.

Why'd she wait until now
to say something?

- Does that matter?
- Yeah.

What if she's lying?

Why would she lie about that?

I don't know. Why does anybody lie?

Maybe she's using him
to get money from you

cause you're successful now.

It's not a lie, baby.

He's my son.

And I want him to live with us.

I want to raise him.

May-Maybe one day, but not right now.

Not now, then when?

I don't know.

I'm still dealing with my sobriety.

And you know how hard
that's-that's been, baby.

I'm struggling.

But I've been doing the work,

I've been working very hard

to get my shit together.

Now you want to bring a kid in the mix?

I can't... I-I'm...

I'm not ready
to be nobody's mother, Papi.

- I can't... Come on.
- Baby, he's my kid.

I already missed out on so much.
He needs me.

I need you, too.

I know that.

But what am I supposed to do?

He's got no one.

Baby, where are you going?

So we just not gonna get married?

Can I ask you something?

Have I not always been by your side?

I am asking you to do
the same for me, baby.

What do you want, you want me to beg?

- Look, baby.
- No.

Please. Please don't.

- I'm begging you, baby. He's my son.
- No.

- Please don't make me choose.
- No, get up. Get up.

- Please. Please.
- I ca... I can't. I ca...

I can't.

Baby.

Baby.

Angel!