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¿Qué, qué?

Ha!

You crazy?

Ase, Yemeya.

- And this fight does not end.
- Ase, Yemeya.

Right now, Yemeya,
we need you to be with us.

Very often, beautiful art
is created in very ugly times,

and we're entering a very ugly period.

You gonna try to deport
lo musulmano, lo mexicano.

What, you gonna deport the homeless too?

If you gonna try to deport me,

you'd better have room for my cart

on that boat
back to the Dominican Republic.

I ain't goin' that easy!

Oh, him?

Oh, I would love to have
several huge sessions

with the president.

They're gonna be amazing.
And I'll even do it for free.

Here's my salute to you!

Liberty and justice for all!

I ain't goin' out like no punk. Uh-uh.

He ain't my president.

The bomb, baby! Yeah!

- Bonjour, Greer.
- Bonjour, Mademoiselle Nola.

Comment allez-ho?

- What does that mean?
- Means I need to work on my French.

- What's up, Greer?
- Why did you leave the other night?

I mean, you had all your "Becky
with the good hairs" there.

I decided to dip.

I know. You're right.
Don't be mad at me.

- I'm not mad at you, Greer.
- Prove it.

Let me come over.

Bonjour, Monsieur Greer.

You... You look like
Boo-Boo the Fool right now.

What do you have on?

Baby, Boo-Boo will be your fool
all day, every day,

'cause of that smile right there.

Oh, Nola Darling stays smiling.

Oh, Nola Darling speaks
in third person now?

Yep. It's called the Raqueletta Effect.

The Rackalaka what?

Like my grandma Damita Jo used to say,

"You sound like you on that stuff."

Oh, I'm high, but it's not kush-related.

I'm high off the fact
that I just sold one of my paintings

for a very nice piece of change.

Stop.

Sweet, baby! Let's do lunch.

Um, naw, I appreciate it,
but I'm in work mode.

What up with those
jimmy huggers, though?

Yo, I like that.

Uh, mm... message to moi,
put "jimmy huggers" on the list.

Copy that.

Wait, wait, wait.

When we were at dinner,

did you not say you
wanted me to take a risk?

Baby, this is what a risk looks like.

Okay.

These were all the rage in Europe
in the '70s.

My dad designed these
when he was an expat in Paris.

They are a political
and a fashion statement,

declaring that black men cannot

be restricted in any
way, shape, or form.

Hence...

the free johnson slacks.

"Free johnson slacks,"
that's actually cool too.

Uh, message to moi,

put "free johnsons" on top that list.
Copy that.

You laugh now.

When these bad boys hit the runway
at Fashion Week,

I'mma be the one laughin'
all the way to the bank, baby.

Free johnson slacks, huh?
Actually, that's kinda catchy.

- I'm not mad at that one.
- Mm.

So, for real, why'd you leave last week?

I was, uh, visiting a sick friend
at the hospital.

Oh, wow. Is he okay?

She is. She's getting better every day.

See, that's what I love about you.

That right there.
How you care about people.

So, anyway, what's up with lunch?

I told you I'm in grind mode.

Besides, I'm not going anywhere
with you dressed like that.

Who says we had to eat out?
Who says we have to be dressed?

Mm? Mm?

Overstreet!

"Overstreet."

What's that?

What?

You said "overstreet."
What does that mean?

Um, it means you're going 120

in a 55 mile per hour zone.

Yeah, you're... you're speeding, Greer.

It's overstreet. Slow down.

Hm. I'm just so glad
you're in such a good mood.

If selling a painting
makes you like this,

I hope you sell the fuck out.

Thank you.

It just feels good to finally
have some paper, you know?

I can pay my bills,
buy some new art supplies,

some canvases, paint brushes,

- maybe even a sexy new dress.
- Mm.

Yes to the dress.

This has been great, but you
really do need to bounce.

Oh.

Oh, I guess you got
plans with one of them

other motherfuckers.

Do you want me to be mad at you?

- I'll catch you later.
- Okay.

I need that report on my desk
by morning, early.

Messages?

Thanks.

- You know you fucked up, right?
- Hey.

Hi.

What's up?

And what do I owe this visit?

Shall we have another shower for two,
Mr. Jamie Overstreet?

Really had fun, baby. I missed you.

Really? You had fun?

Yeah, I love it when
you're spontaneous.

There he is, Mr. Escape Artist.

Always lookin' for the trapdoor

when the stage is on fire.

What the hell's that supposed to mean?

What the hell you doin' in my bedroom?

Who's this woman in
the portrait, Jamie?

Seriously, that's my bedroom.

And that's our brownstone,

with our money. And some
of it, my parents' money.

I paid your father back for that loan,
with interest.

- What the hell you doin' in my bedroom?
- So, our son, Virgil,

goes into your room looking for a tie.

- A tie? For what?
- A tie for a special assembly.

He picked one your blue Louis Vuittons,

and then he tells me
to come down to your bedroom...

shows me the painting.

"Ma, she's gorgeous.

Who is she?" That's what I
want to know too, Jamie.

- Who is she?
- She's just a woman in a painting.

A $10,000 check made out
to Nola Darling...

for one of her paintings?

- Who is she, Jamie?
- Cheryl, why do you get so worked up?

Are you fucking this woman?

This Darling?
I'm assuming that's her name.

- She looks kinda young.
- She's 27.

Are you fucking
27-year-old Miss Nola Darling?

- You never asked me that before.
- Assuming that's a "yes."

Don't assume. It makes an
ass out of you and me.

I don't like trick questions.

Are you fucking this young, bum bitch?

What's so fucking funny?

You're what's funny, Cheryl.

You're so bougie,

you even speak proper when you curse.

Did you just call Nola "a bum bitch"?

Wow. Wow. That's how AKAs talk now?

Call it my hoody-hood lingua franca.

A language you can understand.

Whatever, Cheryl.

Nola Darling. What kinda name is that?

What is she doing with
a 40-year-old man?

I hope you know you're not
the only one fucking this child.

I know, a man is going to be a man,

especially a man
who grew up in Brownsville.

- What the fuck does that mean?
- It means I fell for a climber.

Yeah, but you put the ladder out there.

I did.

You climbed up my back to the penthouse.

I made you who you are.

I gave you cachet. I gave you a son.

No. No, I gave you a son.

I gave you excitement.

Yeah, this new Jack from Brownsville

gave upscale Jill a brand-new thrill.

Why are we even still married?

Do you really gotta ask that question?

Did you tell Nola
she's your "soul mate"?

Like your other soul mate
from two years ago?

Or the one before that?

How many soul mates do we get
in this one life we have?

And why can't I have one?

- Spontaneity is everything.
- What did you just say?

I'm sorry.

I have meetings tonight.

I'll be home late. And please,

make sure our son,
Virgil, gets his dinner.

Yeah.

- Goodbye, Ms. Overstreet.
- Whatever.

Shit!

All right.

- Okay. You find everything?
- I did.

Great.

- We just got those in.
- I know.

So good.

Okay.

- And is it gonna be cash or charge?
- Charge, please.

Sure.

It's not going through.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- Could you try it again, please?
- Sure.

Still declined.

That's so weird.

I just made a large deposit
to this debit account yesterday.

- Do you have another card?
- Not one with any money on it.

We have an ATM.

An ATM's not gonna help me today.

- Nola, how 'bout you call your bank?
- Word.

Hey, Miss Ella!

No "Hey, Miss Ella" nothin'!

Sit over there on my stoop.

I know, I know, I know, I know, I know.

The check.

I can explain this time...

Nola, I don't like checks that bounce.

Ah!

Being a landlord is a business,

and you messin' with my business.

Please understand.

The minute you leave here...

I could get four times as much rent

from these white folks
as what I'm chargin' you now.

Excuse my language, but, Nola,

you got to get your shit together!

You a grown-ass woman!
Now, you got two days.

You can hire a movin' van,

or all your shit
will be right out here on the street.

What kinda fucking game is this, Jamie?

Why would you put a stop on that check?

Babe, I did not put a
stop on that check.

Do you understand
that that check was not a loan,

but a payment for my work?

That check you wrote to me
was for my rent,

my utilities, my food, my sustenance,

and, most importantly, my art!

My art, Jamie!

And again, my rent!

Insufficient funds?
Are you fucking kidding me?

How am I supposed to pay my rent?

I was barely making it as it is,

and you know I'm not

fucking moving back in with my parents!

I might have to move
out of Brooklyn now,

maybe even move out of New York.

Is that what you want,
Mr. Jamie Overstreet?

Mr-Mr. Provider? Mr. "Nola, I got you"?

I'm so tired of people like you
letting me down.

Letting you down?

What is this?

Am I your pay-for-play call girl?

Did your wife have
something to do with this?

This was on me, all right?
I will fix it.

Why would you say something like that?

Well, hear this, Mr. Jamie Overstreet.

I want my fucking painting back today.
Okay?

A-S-A to the motherfucking P!

I'm glad to have you
all on the Fort Greene

historic Fort Greene Brooklyn tour.

Now, we over here
near Cumberland Hospital,

where Albert King was born,
Bernard King was born,

Mike Tyson and the GOAT.

You hear me? The GOAT, Michael Jordan,

M.J., 45, 23. You know, the GOAT?

And over here, we got Nola Darling,

one of Brooklyn's
finest street artists.

- Come check her stuff out.
- Thanks, C.K.

- Sell it!
- Anybody want to buy some art?

I got that exotic native Brooklyn shit

you can bring back home.

So, these prints are two for 50,

or you can buy all of 'em for 200.

- Chill, yo.
- No pictures of the art, please.

Support the culture.
You're not coppin'? No?

We're gonna go over
to the Fort Greene projects.

I'll show you where Dana Dane was born.

What up, C.K.?

- Comin' through!
- Thank you.

- Papo, my man!
- Comin' through, comin' through.

I see you, Nola! Huh? I ain't mad at ya.

Mm. How's it goin', makin' some money?

- Not today, apparently.
- Not today?

Maybe you could use a little radio.

It ain't got no speakers,
but it's good, you know?

- I took the speakers out.
- What year is this from?

That? That's like a transistor,
transmitter, lie detector.

1930s, around that.
Took the speakers out of there too,

- 'cause I'm workin' on a new piece.
- Word?

- Yeah, nothing but speakers.
- Mmm.

I'm gonna call it...

No One's Listening.

Hey, Ms. Moss.

Um, can you actually give me
a minute today, please?

Raqueletta Moss knows how you feel,
Ms. Darling.

Raqueletta Moss knows
that it could be that time,

or... maybe the mattress rodeo

put a little bit too much "yee"
in your "haw" last night.

Or... Ms. Darling has a case
of hustle-itis.

When you are doing way too much
to make ends meet.

That one.

I understand.

And I offer this free advice.

Ms. Darling, you got
to work the hustle,

never let the hustle work you.

Adjust it to your personal temperature.

You'll be okay. You are a winner, Nola.

Thank you.

I needed that today.

- No crying at work.
- No crying at work.

- So, what'd y'all do today?
- Everything.

Everything but no titties
and beach ball booty, right?

Not today.

I don't know. When this week started,
I was, like, mad happy.

Now, I'm just mad mad.

Let me tell you somethin'
that'll cheer you up.

Your My Name Isn't racked up
almost 50,000 hits on the 'Gram.

- Instagram ain't payin' my damn rent.
- Well, it can.

Yeah, if I'm ass'd out
for some bullshit endorsements.

Point is, I may have to move,

or, like, leave Brooklyn altogether.

Tired of rockin' ten hustles
just to survive.

- What's goin' on?
- Some money I was depending on

from one of my paintings I sold,
the check was stopped.

It's just straight Murphy's Law.

Everything that could go wrong
has gone wrong.

It don't help that clown-ass Onyx

is tryin' to deface your art.

Know what the good thing is?

Several of the murals show people
crossin' out Onyx's name

and biggin' up the original artist, you.

And they don't even know it's you.
That's lit.

- Pretty lit.
- You know that's lit.

Well, that fool's day will come.

You should really consider Lourdes
and the Yoruba cleansing.

Really think that could help me?

You remember what she
said about the spider?

- Mm-hm.
- Check this.

- Is that a tat on Onyx's hand?
- Hell yeah, that's a tat.

- Shit!
- I'm sayin'.

Lourdes ain't doin' cleansings
for free, right?

Lourdes knows how I feel about you.

She'll let it slide for somethin'
as important as this. Trust.

You sure know how to
warm a girl's heart.

Wish I could warm a
lil' somethin' else.

Do you?

Know what I mean?

- Can I warm it?
- Maybe.

- Can I warm it?
- Maybe.

- But can I warm it?
- Maybe.

- Can I smell it?
- What?

I wouldn't ask you guys
if I didn't really need it.

Ladybug, I wish we could help,

but we just paid the
mortgage, the Con-Ed, taxes.

- We're strapped.
- Mm-hm.

I know how hard it is for
you to ask for help.

That's a gift, Nola, not a loan.

Well, I appreciate your generosity,

but this a loan,
and I'm gonna pay you back.

Okay, baby girl, a loan.

I forgot to tell you.
I'm getting a cleansing today.

I thought you needed that money
to help pay your rent.

You're going to get a spa treatment now?

It's not that kinda cleansing, Daddy.
It's a Yoruba cleansing.

That's not a good look, Nola.

You need to stop
with that foolishness, Stokely.

Like you're some paragon of virtue now?

Need I remind you
how many years you paid tithes

to the coke boys in the Marcy Projects?

You're right. I have been a hypocrite.

But I love my daughter,

and I know that a cleansing
is not a good move for her.

It was a Santería priest

who said he was gonna put a curse on me
more than 30 years ago,

when I was at Medgar Evers College.

This dude dressed in all white
jumped in front of me in the line.

I tapped the man on the shoulder
and asked him what was up.

Said, "This is a line,
and you just can't jump in front of me."

Dude in the triple-white gear
looked at me as if I was crazy

and asked me if I knew who he was.

I said, "Yeah, you the dude
who jumped in front of me in the line."

Dawg, you need to get to the back."

And the dude in
triple-white said to me...

said he was gonna put a curse on me.

But, for some reason...

out of nowhere...

I recited that passage from Psalms 146,

and then, just left the hallway.

I never saw that...
that guy again after that.

That's your experience, Dad,

and you couldn't change my mind
even if you wanted to.

Baby girl, don't I know that.

Could you dead
that "baby girl" thing, Dad? Please.

I love you, Stokes, but you are
really full of shit sometimes.

Ripping off this old energy.

May this help you realize
the goddess strength that's in you...

that surrounds you.

Honey, the essence of Oshun.

May this bath also bring you
the comfort of Yemeya

and the strength to your work.

Blessings.

May this bring you everything you need,

all the beauty and the love.

These are a tribal marking of a goddess.
You're a queen, Nola.

May the blessings of orisha be with you.

Put the clothes I tore off of you,

along with an item that
you may still have

that ties you to the vision
that you told me about...

take that bag and leave it

at the gates of the Greenwood Cemetery,

along with nine pennies
to pay the spirit of the night.

And, Nola, this is very important.

When you drop that bag,
never look back.

Never look back.

- Who that?
- It's me, fam, Jamie.

- Sit down, Jamie.
- Well, if it ain't Nino Brownsville.

I'm sick of being your keeper, Winny.

What that supposed to mean, Jamie?

It means that living in the past
is gonna kill your ass.

It means you're a one-hit wonder
who never got over it.

Oh, I forgot, man.

Fuckin' Brooklyn Heights Gatsby
and some shit.

What the fuck happened to Jay Gatz
from Brownsville, B?

Man, I paid for all of that.
Looks like I'm still paying.

This place is still a cash cow for you.

Excuse me? You payin' for this shit?

I'm the motherfuckin' mathematician
who solved your 99 problems.

Or maybe you forgot.

Eight fuckin' years in the bing,

- C-74.
- Hey, come on, man, listen.

I appreciate what you did for me, fam,

but let's keep it real, all right?

You sat for a something
you put me on to do

because you said I was a juvy.

But we both know that
was a long time ago

in a bleak galaxy far, far away.

What the fuck do you want, Jamie?
My silent partner.

I need ten stacks. Right now.
And I want out.

That Shemekka shit... You sloppy as fuck
with your business, bro.

Yo, Jamie, B,

that fuckin' Shemekka shit,

that's the least of
your fuckin' worries.

And you know what the fuck
I'm talkin' about, little cuz.

- You got more to lose than me.
- You sure about that? Huh?

All your... your situations
from back in the day,

all your young guns from Brownsville...

For certain situations,
there's no statute of limitations.

That's what the fuck I said, Jamie.

If I fall, you fuckin' fall too.

Ain't nobody talkin' about shit
around here...

...around here, Jamie.

- You know somethin'?
- Man, I...

Youse a motherfuckin' young boy.

You ain't the real soda.
Matter of fact, when you was little,

you was talkin' like
a fuckin' little white boy.

I schooled you to the game, Jamie.

You ain't got no fuckin' flavor.

Youse a fuckin' seltzer water,
tryin' to get a fuckin' fizz, Jamie.

I need those ten stacks...

please.

That's more fuckin' like it, Jamie.

Fuckin' got some shit wit' you,

comin' around here with that shit.

You know better than
to bring that bullshit

right here to the Hot N Trot, man.

Fuck outta here.

Fuck you, Jamie.

Clo! Yo, what's up?

- Hello, Mars. How are you?
- You got a lot goin' on.

- So do you.
- You should let it out.

- Better for your health.
- What are you blathering about? Let...

- Let what out?
- Nothin'. Nola needs your help.

- What kind of help?
- Financials. She's in a bit of a bind.

I help Nola all the time.

- There's only so much that I can do.
- You know, you're so, like...

Nola's goin' through a lot right now.

A'ight, look, from money problems

to this wack-ass, bitch-ass Onyx
defacin' her street art.

What street art?

The My Name Isn't murals
for the women that, you know...

Nola's responsible for that?

Just... Just call her.

- Mars?
- Don't tell her I spoke to you!

Mars.

Ta-da!

I saw you walkin'
them white folks' dogs, Nola.

I admire your ingenuity.

Thanks, I really appreciate that.

Um, this is about $20
short, but if you...

No, that's okay.

Just add that to next month's rent.
I know you workin' hard.

Try to pay me on time
and no bounced checks.

Agreed.

Oh, by the way,
you got a package upstairs. Big.

"I'm sorry for everything.
I want to make it up to you."

Ten thousand dollars?

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