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Previously on Black Cake...

Forgive me for keeping so many secrets.

The truth is,

learning that your perfect mother
went through some shit

is kind of comforting
when you spent your entire life

feeling like you could
never live up to her standards.

Eight years ago, on Thanksgiving,
was the last time I saw my family.

Marc, next week,
the board will formally announce you

as the new director.

Byron, you will be reporting to Marc.

B and B,
this is how I really became your ma.

Which school did you go to in Maryville?

My aunt's a teacher over at Stanton.

That's where I went.

I didn't realize it was co-ed.

Why you lying?

What aren't you telling us, Coventina?

Oh, stop trying to pawn
that boy off on her, Edwina!

To Scotland!

Elly!

Coventina Brown was now officially dead.

Eleanor?

Don't you know your own name?

You're afraid to tell your story
because you are lying.

You're running from something.

I'm so sorry,
I never meant to cause any trouble.

- I'll see myself out.
- It's gonna be okay.

No. Please stop.

You grow up thinking

that when someone does
something terrible to you,

you will react, you will fight back.

London wasn't exactly safe,

but there he was,

my past, right in front of me.

I had to ask myself,

did I want to be seen?

We will! We will! We will...

Down with the slumlords!
We are British just like you!

Fair housing now!

My God, Covey!

Don't call me that.

I wanted to make Scotland work.

I thought I could make
a new life for myself there, but...

But then my... my coworkers started
to suspect I was lying about who I was,

so I left
before they could ask any more questions.

All this time, I thought I'd lost you.

I still can't believe you're really here.

You have no idea how good it feels

to be able to talk to someone
who knows the real me.

I was afraid you'd forgotten about me.

Never.

When I read about the accident,
I tried to move on,

but,

no one else compared.

Turns out, you're my one and only.

But,

maybe it was silly to hold onto that.

Why would you say that?

I thought maybe
you had found someone else.

Well, have you?

Have you thought of me?

Gibbs,

thinking of you has been my escape.

A reminder of who I was.

Who I am.

You're my one and only.

You always will be.

I do have a favor to ask, though.

Can we take it slow?

Of course.

As slow as you like.

How could I tell Gibbs
what had happened to me in Scotland?

I didn't want him
to think of me any differently.

And I had a feeling
that he was keeping secrets from me too.

But we buried all of that,

and we started living again.

- Then you jump first.
- No, I said.

- What's the matter with you?
- I can't swim!

Why you crazy?
The fall will probably kill you.

Remember when we used to beg for rain
to save us from the heat?

Now it's just a nuisance.

Speaking of those days,

have you heard from Bunny?

No.

I only went back there once,

after the accident,
when I had to settle my parent's estate.

I wish I could've met them.

Me too.

But I didn't want
to see anyone from before.

Why not?

Too many memories.

Our memories.

But I did hear that the police arrested
someone named Short Stack or Short Shirt,

something like that.

There wasn't much evidence, though, so,

case is still open.

Coventina?

I can't believe it!

Edwina!

We all thought you were dead!

We... We read about the train crash.

You were listed as one of the victims.

I-I know, I...

- It was a mistake.
- Where is Elly?

I thought for sure,
she would've written by now.

I'm sorry.

Covey?

Hey, just breathe.

We can't do this.

What? Do what?

Be together.

You saw what just happened.

I stole someone's identity.

I buried Coventina to be Eleanor,

which means that for the rest of my life,

I'm gonna keep looking over my shoulder,

running from people like Edwina.

You don't want to
live a life of secrets.

We all have secrets.

Not like mine.

I don't want to put you in any danger.

And as long as I stay in London,
I'll never have peace.

We'll never have peace.

Then let's leave.

I have some money put away
from my parents.

We'll jump on the next plane out of here.

Start someplace fresh. Someplace far away.

And we'll never look back again.

And have you give up your entire life?

I can't go back to Jamaica.
Little Man's brothers think I'm dead.

We may not be able to go back,

but we can go forward.

Together.

Marry me, Covey.

And I promise
you'll never carry your secrets alone.

Are you crazy?

Marry me.

And I promise to buy you a ring
as soon as we get where we're going.

But where will we go?

Marry me, and I'll tell you.

Back then, it was easier to disappear.

Back then,

you could open a new bank account,

or get a driver's license
with just part of your birth name.

Promise me that
when we have a family of our own,

we'll start fresh.

I want this to be
the only wedding night we remember.

We'll never speak of it again.

Back then, "Gibbs" Gilbert Bennett Grant

cut all ties with his past
to be with the woman he loved.

Happy anniversary, Bert.

Yes, B and B,

Gibbs, my one and only...

...is your father, Bert.

Take this, son.

Let the old folks show you how it's done.

Wait, wait, Bert, before you start,

I want to make a toast.

Congratulations, Byron,
on getting your dream job.

You've known
you wanted to be an ocean scientist

ever since you were six years old,

and you've overcome so much to get here.

We're so proud of you.

And... to my Benedetta,

you have so many talents:

your music, your painting, your cooking.

I love how passionate you are,

and I hope that
culinary school brings you

all the success and joy that you seek.

Mm-hmm.

Thanks, Dad.

Amen.

Now, I hope
one day in the not-too-distant future,

we'll be toasting to our in-laws.

Speaking of,

Byron has made some progress
in that department.

Who is she, Byron?

Who is she?

If you must know, her name is Lynette.

And we met when I was being interviewed
for that Trailblazers documentary.

Her documentary. She's a director, Ma.

And she is really
making a name for herself in that world.

Well, I can't wait to meet her.

And... what about you, hm?

Is there a young man
I should be giving a stern talking to?

I thought you were gonna
school us on charades, old man. Hm?

All right, you want some schooling?

Ahh!

Woosh!

Pelican.

Woooosh!

Parasail!

That's time.

It was tidal wave!

I thought
that would be easy for you, Covey.

Woosh!

Um... I'm sorry, I...

I need to lie down.

I'm sorry.

It just... slipped out.

No.

I'm sorry.

It's just hearing that name
brought everything back up again.

And it reminded me
how much we've kept from the kids.

Well,

maybe it's time
we finally tell them the truth.

All these secrets,

they're a burden, Eleanor.

Look what they've done to you, hm?

It's been so long.

Hm.

Who we running from now, huh?

We've waited too long.

Now what good would it do
to tell them now?

I'm thinking about
what it will do for you, my love.

I know.

And I adore you for it.

But I can't think about myself.

Not now.

Telling them
won't change anything for them

except how they see us.

So why go through
all that pain and heartache?

What happens if they resent us?

What if they can't forgive us?

Do you really think that would happen?

I walked away from my father,

and my mother walked away from me.

Betrayal... is a powerful thing.

Hm.

And I'd rather suffer in silence
than risk losing our children.

You okay, Ma?

Oh.

Yes, honey.

- She just needs to rest.
- Mm.

Hm.

Hm.

I love you.

You too.

Come on.

I wish now
that I had listened to your father.

Maybe if I had
shared my secrets, Benny,

it could have brought us closer.

Maybe

it could have kept you
from running away that Thanksgiving.

I can't believe
she didn't tell Dad about Scotland.

The saddest part is,

I think Dad would've wanted to know.

Did he tell you any of this?

No. No.

Truest thing about... Bert Bennett

was his character, not his name.

You wanna keep listening?

Mm, I can stay as long as you like.

No. Thank you.

I need a break.

I thought you might.

Call me when you're ready to dive back in.

You know the drill.

And, uh... take as long as you need, hm?

Do you really think
Dad would've wanted to know everything

that Mom went through?

I do.

Might've helped her in some way.

Him too.

She must have felt so alone.

How could Ma have had Bunny in her life,

how could she have
gone through so much with her,

and let Dad be so judgmental with me?

Hey. Look...

That, uh...

Thanksgiving was horrible. For all of us.

But why didn't you come back?

All these years?

I reached out.

You never answered me.

What was I gonna come back to?

More judgment?

You felt judged by me?

Yes!

By all of you.

What about when Dad died?

You said you'd come to the funeral.

- We waited for you, Benny...
- I wanted to be there.

- But...
- But what?

Come on, you can tell me, Ben.

You wouldn't understand.

Wait, where are you going?
I just want to talk...

Please.

Just give me some space, okay?

I gotta go.

Surprise.

What are you doing here?

Well, it's... been a while,

so I thought I'd drop by
and see if everything was okay.

It's not, actually.

My mom died.

Oh, God. Benny, that's awful.

I did come bearing some news
that might cheer you up.

I think you could use a little

good news right about now.

Couldn't you?

Hey. Welcome home.

I'm sorry. My flight was delayed.

So how bad
was the latest message from beyond?

Let's open the beers first.

So... you know that sculpture we made,

the one we said we would never sell?

Well, Helena called.

She has a buyer.

It's a substantial offer,
and I think we ought to consider it.

I don't think I want that piece
displayed in someone's house, Steve.

I mean, it's personal.

Look.

It's good money.

You could open that café
you're always going on about.

Must be really hard on Benny.

Maybe harder, in some ways.

What makes you say that?

It's been eight years
since she's been back home,

and...

this is what's waiting for her?

I mean, death is disruptive

and painful,

but it's also a natural part of life.

What Eleanor's done here isn't.

Let me be here for you.

You just tell me what you need.

If it were me,

I'd feel manipulated.

I don't think
I could do that to my children.

She did the best she could.

I know.

Of course, she did.

And she's also managed
to bring you and Benny back together,

which, let me tell you,
I never thought would happen.

I can always count on you, can't I?

- I've missed you.
- Mm.

How'd it go at work?

You asking because you want to know,

or because you already know?

I follow Marc on Twitter.

Why?

I'm a masochist.

Why didn't you tell me
they promoted him over you?

'Cause it isn't that deep.

People don't always get
the jobs they want,

it's the nature of competition.

If this was a competition,
you'd have won.

This is purely about them not wanting
to put you in a position of power.

Instead, they'd rather
praise Marc fucking Bishop

and flog you as their mascot!

I'm not a mascot, Lynette.

You know how hard I've worked.

This is the only institute
that prioritizes my kind of research.

And you want me to throw that away
by playing the race card?

I want you to get angry.

Because this is about race.

Because your mother overcame so much

and your father was a civil rights lawyer.

And you can't even summon the courage

to fight what is clearly
workplace discrimination?

Don't use my parents to shame me.

I'm sorry. That's not what I meant.

Except, that is what you meant.

I-It's not only what I meant.

You're an extraordinary scientist,

and you deserve to be recognized
and respected for what you do.

But you know
they will never give you that.

And rather than do something about it,

it seems like you're happy
to just lie down and take it.

I don't care
how it seems to you, Lynette.

No. You know what?

Can you just go?

Please.

Ooh, we should probably put this out.

We can't turn up
to Sunday dinner baked again.

Uh... or we could stay here

and interrogate orgasmic discourse.

- Mm-mm.
- Mmm.

Hm.

Or, if you'd rather,
we could skip dinner at my mom's,

we could go down to the OC,

go see your parents?

It'd be nice to finally meet them.

I haven't... told them about us.

About me.

I mean, they're great.

Like, on the right side
of history and everything.

It's just...

They can be very critical.

I get it.

My family needed a minute
when I came out.

Yeah.

It's more complicated.

See, my parents,

they have an expectation

of what their first-generation
American daughter should be,

and... I will never be that.

Benny,

I have worked really hard
to live my truth,

and I don't wanna push you to
do something you're not ready to do, but,

I'm not interested in hiding again.

No, Jo... Joanie, I wo...
I would never want you to think that.

That is not what I'm doing.

I know my parents would love to meet you.

Hey! Look at you!

I clean up nice, right?

Very nice.

Thank you.

Way to ease her in, fam.

Um...

Hi. I'm Joanie.

Hi. Byron.

Lynette. Happy Thanksgiving.

Happy Thanksgiving.

I'm Eleanor.

It's so nice to meet you.

Uh, this is my husband, Bert.

Welcome to our home.

I hope you're hungry.

We've been exiled
from the kitchen for hours,

so it must be nearly time to eat.

Oh, okay.

So.

Come.

My son listens to the sea for a living.

Can you imagine?

It's actually a job!

It's pretty amazing.

Almost as amazing as these yams, Benny.

Only one more year
of culinary school, Benedetta.

Have you started applying
for apprenticeships yet?

No.

I haven't.

'Cause...

Well, culinary school
wasn't really working out.

What does that mean?

I dropped out.

But don't worry. I, I have a new job.
I work at a café.

And... And I love it.

And I actually get to paint
on my off hours,

and I'm learning way more
than I learned in culinary school.

Like what?

Like w-waiting tables
and working the register,

and-and-and learning the menu, and...

And it's not just any café,
it's... it's run by Haruto Kai.

He's a very important pastry chef.

Hm. Good for Mr. Kai.

But what does that mean for you, Benny?

W-Well, it means
I get hands-on experience and research

for... when I open
my own concept café one day.

It's gonna have music and art,

kinda like a, um,
cultural space with dessert.

I wanna serve your black cake, Ma.

You... You left school,

two schools,

on which I have
wasted thousands of dollars

so that you can be a waitress as research?

School is not for me.

And there are a lot of people
in the restaurant business

without a formal education.

Those people are rich,

and you are not.

That's your problem,
you're not the one funding your failures.

Oh.

Is-Is-Is that all I am now?

A s-series of failures?

That's not how we feel.

Yeah, well,
that is how you make me feel.

When I was a little girl,

you and Dad, you told me
that I could be anything I wanted to be.

And when I told you
that I wanted to be an artist,

you constantly invalidated
my need to explore and think and create,

and then you force me to go to college

because that's what you think
makes somebody successful!

How dare you?

After all we done for you!

Oh, y-y-you... You flip-flop your schools,

your jobs, your apartment,
your hair, your men!

And now apparently women.

There it is.

Ben, this isn't about...

No, don't try to clean up Dad's mess.

Byron, that's what he feels.

He was lying when he said,
"Bring your girlfriend.

The more the merrier!
Some of our best friends are that way."

It's such bullshit!

And what about you, Ma?
Were you lying too?

Do not talk to your mother like that!

You know, we tried to support you
when you dropped this bomb on us,

just like we've been supportive of you
your entire life.

But clearly, we gave you too much freedom,

too many choices,

because you can't even pick something
and stick with it!

I'm so sorry you had to go through that.

But... things will calm down,
just... just give it a few days.

You shouldn't have pushed me to do this.

Pushed you?

If you weren't so hell-bent
on meeting my family,

I wouldn't have had to go through this.

And with a fucking audience, no less.

I didn't insist on anything,
you know that.

This isn't about me.

You've been keeping
so many secrets from them.

This is about you.

You know what, Joanie?

I get enough shit from them.

I don't need any more judgment.

So let's just end this.

Benny?

Benedetta, please come home.

I know you're still upset
about last Thanksgiving,

but we can talk...

It's pretty magical, right?

Watching people discover your art.

Wow, Mr. Dwyer. Hi.

Steve. Please.

- Are all the judges attending tonight?
- Mm-hmm.

I have to tell you,

I thought your light installation
at the Tate Modern was... incredible.

- Were you in London when it opened?
- Uh, no. But I read about it.

Tell me about your piece.

Well... we're in the middle
of a cultural reckoning,

one that transcends gender and race.

So I tried to capture
some of that collective rage

through utilizing
large, buttery brush strokes

and broken colors.

You're gifted, Benny.

I hope you know that.

Thank you.

Mm. Maybe one day, I'll be able
to support myself through my art

instead of waitressing.

Not maybe.

Definitely.

With a little guidance,

maybe as my apprentice,

I think you could be quite successful.

You offer apprenticeships?

I think it's my responsibility
to make space for up-and-coming artists.

Would you be interested?

Absolutely!

Well, I... It... It'd be an honor.

I'll be honored to help.

Maybe we could get a bit of press for you.

I think your work
is exactly the sort of stuff

that... that Frieze would love to feature.

Uh, if my mom read about me

in some fancy art review magazine
like Frieze,

she would lose her shit.

Oh, rightfully so.

Thank you.

No one is doing
what Benny is doing with light,

and even some assemblage,
which is new to her.

Oh, I inspired her to try it, and now...

...she's hooked.

Your piece at our art gallery showcase
was so powerful.

Are you planning to exhibit again?

Well, Helena, we haven't approached
any other galleries as yet,

but... you will see her in Frieze.

- She will?
- Mm-hmm.

I was speaking to the editor
just this morning.

Thank you.

You should see her latest piece.

Who'd like a little peek?

Uh... Wait, wait.
I don't think it's ready.

Don't do that, Benny.

Take pride in your talent.

He's taken a real interest in you.

Don't squander it.

Tonight was perfect.

It has been a long time since I felt,

I don't know,
supported or encouraged.

Thank you.

The pleasure has been all mine.

But I sense there's

more to this story.

Yeah, much more.
You have no idea.

Then, tell me.

Well...

My parents never understood
that I wanted to make a life creating.

And it's been about a year
since we had a... major fight about it.

But your support

makes me believe that I can,

that I can make a life.

And instead of just
telling them about it, I can

show them that it's possible.

You should surround yourself

with people who have supported you from

the very beginning, Benny.

You are so stunningly beautiful.

- Stop!
- No.

I'm gonna sculpt you.

I'm gonna sculpt you,

and you'll paint the finished sculpture.

You want to collaborate
by sculpting my body?

Yeah. Think of it as part portrait,

part self-portrait.

The lens through which I see you,

overlapping with
the lens through which you see yourself.

And how do you see me?

As a goddess.

Wait there.

Have you ever worn your hair
any other way?

Like how?

I don't know, um,

more feminine.

Okay, look. Mm.

Oh!

- Let's see.
- Look at you.

- Aw!
- Look at that! Look at your hair.

It's fantastic.

I forgot how much I love
coming to the theater.

Oh, yeah.
We should make a habit of this.

Once a month. You, me, and a movie.

Mm. I love it.

Oh, God.

Benny?

Benny!

Wow, look at you.

- You cut off your locs.
- Oh, it was time for a change.

I can't believe it.

You swore you were gonna
let them grow to your toes.

Well, I think
she looks beautiful without them.

Steve Dwyer.

Joanie.

I think she looks stunning
regardless of how she wears her hair.

How's things with your family?

It's been, what,
two years since that Thanksgiving.

Did they come around?

They didn't.

I'm sure they're fine.

Well, um,
I don't wanna miss the trailers.

- Yeah.
- But I'm rooting for you and your family.

Life is too short
to hold on to grudges, you know?

It's good seeing you, Benny.

Take care of yourself.

You too.

Come on.

- Let's get the hell outta here.
- Wait, what's wrong?

Have you any idea
how fucking humiliating that was?

The way you just stood there
gaping like an idiot!

You didn't even introduce me!

It's like...

It's like you were ashamed of me.

What? No!

I was just surprised
to see her, that's all.

I have introduced you
to everyone I know.

I guess when it's about your career,
you're happy to be showboated,

but when it comes
to introducing me to your friends...

Baby, I am sorry.
I did not mean to make you feel any...

You still have feelings for her,
don't you?

I don't. I'm with you.

- I love you...
- Come on, Benny!

Just admit it. It's so fucking obvious.

- You're still in love with her!
- I am not!

Steven, you are acting
like a fucking child!

You're ignoring me.

And do you blame me?

You won't answer my calls
or... text me back,

so I came to apologize in person.

Apologize for what?

I need you to say it.

For losing my temper.

And for getting so... angry
at something so fucking stupid.

I disrespected you,

and you do not deserve that.

I've never got so upset before.

And it's only because I...

I love you.

And I don't wanna lose you.

I love you too.

- But you scared me.
- I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry. It will never happen again.

I promise.

Hello?

Wait, what... What's wrong?

What?

Of course.

I'll be there, I promise.

What's going on?

What is it?

My dad died.

I ghosted him for two years.

I thought that
I was teaching him some lesson,

setting a... setting a boundary.

Why didn't I just pick up the phone
and fucking call him?

Because he hurt you.

We hurt each other.

And I always thought
that we would figure out a way

to move past it, eventually.

I-I didn't... I didn't know
that I was... I was running out of time.

You can't just forget
everything that happened

and run back to your family like...

Like you weren't hurt by what they did.

What?

What are you saying?

That I...
That I shouldn't go to the funeral?

They don't deserve you.

I have to be there for my family.

No, you don't.

Look, I want to be.
Like, I've already missed so much.

I can't get that time back with my dad,

but maybe it's time
that I... that I fix things with them.

You know what's gonna happen.

You'll get hurt again,

and... I'll have to pick up
all the pieces again!

You don't know that!

Yes. Yes, I do, Benny.

Because I'm the one who shows up.

Steve, this is not about you.

Yes, it is.

Because I'm the one who takes care of you,

pays your bills, supports your career.

I encourage your dreams!

But you don't fucking care!

That is not true.

This is about my family.

I'm your family!

I am going home,

and I am going to the funeral...

You just take and you take
and you take, don't you?

- I do not have to listen to this.
- You're an opportunistic, selfish dyke!

Stop!

Fuck!

Everything okay?

By, I think you were right about Dad.

I think he would've wanted
to know the truth about Scotland.

He could've helped Mom through it.

And maybe without the stress
of all these secrets weighing on her,

maybe she'd still be here.

I don't wanna end up like that.

I came to Dad's funeral,

but I never got out of my car.

I couldn't face you or Mom
with my face all... bruised and swollen.

My ex-boyfriend, Steve,

he had hit me.

And it was bad.

It was really bad.

And I wanted to call you,
and I wanted to call Ma or the cops,

but I was just afraid.

Like, when I lost y'all,

Steve became my everything.

So I was afraid that if I called you,
that you wouldn't answer,

or worse,

that you would and you'd just reject me.

Reject you?

No.

If you had called,
we would've brought you home.

I couldn't bear the thought
of disappointing everybody again.

Listen.

I am proud of you.

You got that piece of shit, Steve,
out of your life.

I'm sorry
that I couldn't be there for you.

I should've had your back.

And I should've had your back.

You went through Dad's death,
his funeral, and Mom,

on your own.

I needed you
just as much as you needed me.

And I'm so sorry
that I just couldn't realize... I'm so...

I know.

I know that now.

B and B,

your father's funeral
was the death of two dreams,

that Bert and I would grow old together

and that our family would, one day,
be made whole again by Benny's return.

I have to believe that we would've
found our way back to each other

if time had been on our side.

That is why, my sweet girl,

I hope you absolve yourself

of whatever guilt you feel
about missing the funeral.

Some promises are hard to keep.

B and B, I'm sharing this with you

because I now know how important it is
to lean on those you love.

Love brings the light

that will guide you
out of your darkest moments.

Reuniting with your father was a miracle.

The life we made for ourselves,
our home, our family,

our sweet baby boy

and girl

were miracles on top of miracles.

Bert?

Bert?

Oh, God.

Ohhh, my sweet Gibbs.

I promised myself I would take
all of this with me to my grave.

I didn't want to burden you, my miracles,

with the weight of it.

But in doing that,

I lost a piece of myself, I think.

Even now, it feels like... I'm drowning.

I wish I'd had the courage
to share the truth with you sooner

because that's what
all three of my children deserve.

You heard me correctly.

A secret

I couldn't bring myself
to even share with your father,

I'm now telling you.

B and B,

you have a sister.