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[pulsing electronic music]

* *

[panting]

- Yes.

- Yeah, you like that?

- Fuck that ass. Yeah.

- Oh. - Take me.

Oh, oh. Punish my white ass.

Mm, my ass takes up so much space.

It's so fucking privileged.

Let me pay reparations with my tight hole.

- Okay, this is entering "Get Out" levels of fucked up,

so I'm gonna get out.

- Is it the tattoo?

- The tattoo isn't great.

- Wait, I thought you needed a place to stay tonight.

- I think I'm good.

Want to Venmo me for hotel, though?

Okay.

And here I thought you were an ally.

Wow.

[upbeat music]

* *

Hey, you good bro?

Drinking and biking, not good.

- Thanks, bro.

[Big Freedia's "Mm Mm Good"]

- * Grab a knife and a fork *

* I'ma show you what it's for *

* When you drop it to the floor *

* Want to eat it up, oh *

* Grab a plate and a cup when you move that butt *

* Got your drink in your hand *

* Want to eat it up, oh *

* My ass is a whole entrée *

* Don't need no fries with that shake *

* Eat your dinner like you should *

* Fuck a Jenny Craig *

* Put some seconds on my plate *

* Fuck Weight Watchers *

* Put some seconds on my plate *

* Fuck a slim fast when you work that ass *

* Won't you work that fat *

* When you move that muscle *

* Dayumm *

* Move that muscle *

* Dayumm *

* Move that muscle *

* Dayumm *

* Move that muscle, dayumm *

* Eat it up, eat, eat, eat it up *

* Dayumm Mm mm good *

* Mm da mm da, mm mm good *

* Mm da mm da mm mm da mm da *

* Mm da mm da mm mm mm da *

* Fuck a Slim Fast when you work that ass *

* Won't you work that fat when you move that muscle *

* Dayumm *

* Move that muscle *

* Eat it up, eat, eat, eat it up *

* My ass is delicious *

* Wholesome and nutritious *

* Eat it up, then do the dishes *

* Eat it up, eat it up, eat, eat, eat it up *

* Mm da mm da mm mm da mm da

* Mm mm da mm da mm mm mm da *

[light music]

* *

[alarm blaring]

- Fuck.

- Don't you move.

- Mother, Father.

- Honey, what are you doing here?

- I lost my keys. - Brodie. Wow.

You love a dramatic entrance. When'd you get in?

- Now, basically.

- That's literally impossible because the last direct flight

from Baltimore gets in at midnight.

So unless you went through Atlanta or Shreveport--

- Sweetie, sweetie, I love you, but literally no one cares.

So can we not with the 21 questions or the gun?

I can take it from here, honey.

- But I want to know-- - Go to bed, chop chop now.

Back to bed.

Off you go.

- I'm glad to see you and Dad are still doing well.

- Brodie, what's going on? Are you on drugs?

- No, Brenda, are you on drugs?

- [chuckles] Ambien don't count.

And what are you doing home, huh?

Don't you have tests?

- I just came home to study. You know,

I thought you'd be happy to see me.

- Oh, Brodie, you're bleeding.

On my $5,000 Moroccan rug.

Right there.

- I wonder which one upsets you more.

- Both.

I'm allowed to be upset with both.

So how's med school, huh?

I'm guessing not great if you're here.

- No, no, school's great. Exactly like "Grey's Anatomy."

- Cut the crap, Brodie.

- Look, if I'm that much of a burden to you

I can just go stay with Ruthie.

Sorry to mess up your house.

- Don't be such a drama queen.

- Says the person still holding a gun.

- Oh, sorry.

I hate these fucking things.

Horrible.

- Ta-da.

Praying you don't actually use this.

- Thanks, big bro.

Bye-bye!

- That's it? He's just gonna leave?

- I thought you'd be used to it by now.

- * Who took the bomp? *

[Le Tigre's "Deceptacon"]

[bell rings]

* Every day and night *

* Every day and night *

* One, two, three, four *

* You got what you been asking for *

* You're so policy-free and your fantasy wheels *

* And everything you think and everything you feel *

* It's all right, all right, all right... *

- Yo, Ming!

- Oh, my God, thank you.

What the fuck?

Babe, your cousin looks like me like two gender identities ago.

This shit isn't gonna work.

- You'll be fine.

- But whatever, I failed my AP Lit exam.

So my mom's not even gonna let me go tonight.

- Ming, it's Judy we're talking about here.

Besides, you can always come with Merk and I instead.

- Mm, no thanks.

I don't really need to see anyone get teen pregnant

at another shitty bonfire. Thank you, though.

- That was tenth grade. But okay, that's fine.

All right. - Okay, BRB.

Hi. I think you made a mistake.

- Mingus, you called Holden Caulfield

an incel loser who should have been canceled at birth.

- Mm-hmm. Where's the lie, though?

- I mean, you're not wrong, but it wasn't the assignment.

- Please, Ms. O'Neil,

If I don't get a B or at least like a cheeky little C+,

then my mom's not gonna

let me audition for drag school tonight.

If I don't get into drag school,

then I'm gonna be forced to spend the rest of my life

matriculating with these basic-ass "yas queens."

And as a fellow member of the 2SLGBT-cutie club,

I hope I don't need to gay-splain

the importance of community to you.

- If I do this will you stop speaking Twitter at me

and leave me alone?

- Maybe.

Here you go.

A plus? Oh, my God, Miss O'Neil.

* *

- Hi. - Hola.

- Hola.

- Oh, my God, baby, did you get the fake?

- Sure did. - Let me see.

It kind of looks like you.

Okay, they'll never know.

Also Jake, your cousin is hot.

- Oh, but is he hotter than me? - Ew. Jake, please.

- The test? How did we do?

Oh, my--thank God,

And you didn't have to pull the queer card again?

- Not even. Can you believe?

- Wow, a D+ you earned all on your own

without weaponizing your marginalization.

It's like we're back in the '90s.

- [laughs]

- Okay, we're gonna go to Sephora on the way home.

- Oh, I like Sephora.

Whoo. - Sorry. Sorry, guys.

- Damn, lady!

- How was school, Mama Bear?

So encouraged for today's youth.

Speaking of, how about Francis?

- Ew, for our kid? No.

Ugh, there's this junior named Francis

who's got this snaggletooth,

and sometimes crackers will get stuck in her teeth

and it shoots out when she gets all excited.

It's a no for me, babe.

- Okay, well, what names do you like?

And don't get fucking crazy either.

The first names have to be white kid names

so they can get jobs.

- Brodie? Hi, Daddy.

- Don't call him that.

- Wait, did it happen? Did I miss it?

- No, they're still cookin'.

Sure looks like they ate Paula Dean, though.

- Great. So you still have room on the couch?

- Wait, why? Are you in town?

- Well, I'm here for the weekend

'cause I want to spend time with you before,

you know, it's too late.

- Cher's shaking their head no,

so I don't think it's a good idea.

- Don't throw me under the bus.

- Well, now they're saying not to throw them under the bus.

- Brodie, we love you.

And we love your hot fucking sperm.

I don't have the energy to be his therapist tonight.

He can't stay here.

[tapping on window]

- Daddy's home. Hey!

Eh, eh. Hit it, hit it, hit it. Get it, get it.

[laughs]

- [chuckling]

- Cher hates me.

- No, no. Cher loves you.

It's just the hormones.

- Mm-hmm. - Yeah.

It's a lot to have a house guest right now.

- And you? You ready, Mommy Dearest?

- Oh, yeah, totally.

I'm excited I get to finally be responsible

for someone else's childhood trauma.

[both chuckle]

Look, I'm--I'm not gonna pretend I'm not shit-baked.

I mean, you know my parents.

I'm just excited to give my kids

something better than I had, you know?

- Well, if there was ever someone unstable enough

to turn my seed into a fully grown delinquent,

it'd be you. - [laughs]

Okay, so what? Did you realize Baltimore sucks

so you came crawling back home to restart your life here?

Oh, hey, shit. I'm kidding.

You're really moving back?

- I don't know.

But I don't want to talk about it right now.

- Have you seen Noah yet?

- You think I should call him?

- I think you should clean up your last mess

before you start a new one.

- Damn.

You know, I miss being dragged by you.

- Mm. Here to drag you anytime, baby.

But you still can't stay here.

- I take it back. You're toxic.

- Hey, you can be trans and toxic.

It's called intersectionality, bitch.

- Intersectionality this.

- Yeah, fuck you. Bye.

- Bye. I love you.

[rhythmic music]

* *

[phone buzzing]

- Hello? - Don't stop.

- Hey, Daddy. You busy?

- Never. How's my baby girl?

- Keep fucking me. - I'm okay.

I'm back in the Marigny

and I'm thinking about crashing with Noah.

- What?

- Tell me it's a bad idea.

- What--why--why-- why would you do that?

- Because I don't have anywhere to go.

- Okay. Stop.

Just turn around. You can stay with me.

- Who are you talking to? - My mom.

- Sorry, I'm not in the mood for an orgy tonight.

- Hey, no, I just--I don't think

that he wants to see you right now.

- Did he say that? - No, no, no, no, no.

Why would he--why would he say that to me?

I'm just saying-- I'm just assuming

because you dumped him and then skipped town.

- Anyway, I guess we'll find out.

I'm almost there.

- You fucking faggot.

- [laughs] Love you too.

- Your mom? - I gotta go.

- What? I thought we were going out tonight.

- Yeah, 11:30.

Mm.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Are you gay?

- [snorts] - [chuckles]

I'll see you there.

* *

- What'd you forget?

- Hey, Noah. Catch you at a bad time?

[tense music]

* *

- Place looks great. - Thanks.

When you moved out I knew

I had to have it renovated or exorcised.

Get rid of all that negative energy.

- You look like you've been exercising too.

So, uh, throw any parties?

- Nope. Parties were more your thing.

How long are you in town for?

- I'm not sure yet.

I just needed a break from med school.

- [scoffs]

- What's that mean?

- I mean, you plan to go to Tulane for years

and then you switch and leave the city

literally out of the blue?

Right when my mom dies?

What am I supposed to say?

- I--I'm really sorry.

I sent a card.

- My dentist sent a card.

- But you look like you're doing fine.

Your new boyfriend forgot their douche, though.

- It's mine, actually. - Yeah, right.

What do you mean?

Serious? Wow.

I mean, you know, almost three years together

and you don't so much as bend over to tie your shoes.

- I know.

I didn't think I'd like it so much.

- Uh, you--you know what?

I'm actually happy for you.

Uh, so who's the lucky top?

Nope, never mind.

Is he taller than me? Don't--don't answer that.

["Nightingale of Paradise by Baha'i Victory Chorus]

- * Nightingale of paradise *

* You sing of love *

* Oooh, oooh *

* Flooding all the world with light *

* Ooh *

* Heedless men hear not your song *

* Of life eternal *

* Oooh *

* They're lost in the dark... *

- Someone's been watching HGTV.

- Local fag hangs a few mirrors.

Identifies as masc.

- I'm so proud of you. Looks so good.

- * Nightingale of paradise *

* You sing of joy *

* Oooh *

- Look.

There's the Big Dipper.

- I'll show you a big dipper.

- Promise?

- Mm-hmm.

- * Singing out your song of peace and brotherhood *

* Oooh, oooh *

- I have something else I want to show you.

- * With hope for all from above *

* Oooh *

* Singing out your song of peace and brotherhood *

- Wait. Really?

- * Oooh, oooh *

- Oh, my God. Yes.

- * With hope for all from above *

* Oooh, oooh *

[glass shattering]

[crickets chirping]

- Can't believe you kept all my stuff.

- What else was I gonna do with it?

Okay, you can stay with me for a bit

but we need to lay some ground rules

so we don't slip back into our old ways.

- Sure, absolutely. - Okay.

No kissing, no cuddling, no sex,

no calling me from the bar at 3:00 a.m.

because you forgot your car.

- Okay, that only happened like--

we can do this.

- I can do this.

Jury's still out on you.

- I'm not a kid anymore.

Scout's honor.

- Okay.

I'm going to a drag show tonight.

- Sounds fun.

- Yeah, su--okay.

- [clicks tongue]

[water running]

[phone buzzes]

* *

[phone buzzes]

* *

- Damn it, I just realized

I forgot half a stack of papers at school.

- Go in the morning.

- Can't go tomorrow. Carl--Janitor Carl,

he's going out of town on some, like, swamp tour.

Carl's wife just died. He needs a win.

I'll just do it now.

- Nice. What are you really doing?

- You're right. I was lying.

- Mm-hmm.

- I just--I feel really bad about

the poor Brodie ambush thing

and I wanted to surprise you

with some beignets for breakfast.

- Mm.

- But Now you've gone and ruined it.

- Mm. Cool surprise.

- [gasps] - [chuckles]

Ruthie, get off of me.

You still got toothpaste crust all over your mouth.

Oh! Mm, okay.

Stop. You look like you have rabies.

- Let's stick another baby in there when I get back?

- I hate you so much.

- I'll have my phone. If you need anything just call.

[phone buzzing]

Hey.

- You're hot.

- Duh.

[mellow music]

* *

- * You killed your pain *

* It touched back down *

- All right girl, you ready?

- Yes. - [chuckles]

- Holy shit. Is that who I think it is?

- "We are the weirdos, mister."

[both chuckle]

- Is that my good eyeliner? - No.

- I am so sorry I can't be there.

Of all the nights to pull a double,

when my baby's auditioning for drag school.

Should I call in sick?

- No, someone needs to be able

to afford the eyeliner in this house.

- Here.

- Ew. What-- Mom, Mom, ew.

- You're so perfect. How are you feeling?

- Yeah. I'm good.

- Mm-hmm.

- Honestly, I'm-- I'm kind of nervous.

I've never performed on, like-- like, a real stage before.

- That's not true.

- The sixth grade talent show does not count, Mom.

Yeah, I don't know, whatever.

I just--I really want this.

- Then go get it. Here.

- Oh, my God.

- Right?

May Fairuza be with you.

Okay, grab your shit.

I'm gonna drop you off on the way to work.

- Okay.

- Hey, you're gonna kill it.

- Okay. Bye.

[muffled music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

- * I know I won't be the same anymore *

* *

- * Anymore *

* OOh *

* Anymore *

* *

[light percussive music]

* *

- Hey, kid.

Follow me, chicky.

- All right, folks, move it or lose it!

Come on!

- I usually pick someone stronger, but...

[doorbell rings]

Maybe we can help each other out.

- What?

- Either that or get back in line with your fake-ass ID.

If you're 21, I'm a Rockette.

And don't hurt yourself.

- God, I miss this place.

- Oh, before we go in,

I--just so you know, I'm meeting someone.

- Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, that's--that's cool.

You know what?

I'll actually meet you in there.

I have to make a phone call.

- You okay?

- Of course.

- Kay.

- Can I bum a cigarette?

- Yeah.

- [grunting] Okay.

- So you just gonna watch?

- Oh, oh. Yeah, sure.

- * Cash is our only motto *

- Sorry.

- * I like the way that you move *

- It's all right.

- * The way that you move *

- Put your back into it, chicky.

- Do you want to stay down here?

- Okay.

Three, two, one.

- Okay. - Whew!

- * I like the way that you move *

- Thanks, chicky. Have fun in there.

Remember, there's no one more powerful

than a young gay person at the club.

So enjoy it while it lasts.

When are y'all gonna fix that ramp?

- Oh, hey, Marvin.

Missy says it'll be installed next week.

- My dick. Cheap, ableist faggots

been saying that for the past five years.

- * Like you're a model *

* You got them watching like *

- Hey...nice boots.

- * Our only motto *

* *

* I like the way that you move *

- * I like the way that you move *

[BROCKHAMPTON's "BOOGIE"]

* *

- * What sort of rules for breakfast today? *

* What are the words I'm forbidden to say *

* I need to let my hair down *

* And grow up like a real-ass bitch *

* A real-ass bitch, bitch *

* What are the rules for breakfast today *

* What are the words I'm forbidden to say *

* I need to let my hair down *

* And grow up like a real-ass bitch *

* A real-ass bitch, bitch *

* I've been beat up my whole life *

* I've been shot down, kicked out twice *

* Ain't now stopping me tonight *

* I'ma get all the things I like *

- Ow, my leg. Ow!

- Oh, my God. I am so sorry.

Can I get you a drink?

- Oh, that's so kind of you to offer.

I'll take five shots of whiskey and two Jagerbombs.

What are you having? - Same.

- * My niggas goin' platinum *

* Break neck, send you to the doctor *

* Best boy band since One Direction *

- * Mirror, mirror on the wall *

* I'm too fabulous, come on *

- I'm Brodie, by the way. - Oh. Marvin.

I haven't seen you around. You a tourist?

- Nah, I've been in Baltimore for med school.

- Rude of you to be hot and smart.

- Oh, actually, I dropped out.

Just had this feeling of "Why?"

Like, why am I here reading about liver tissues

for the next 10 years?

I fucking hate hospitals.

- Hot, smart, and afraid of commitment,

every gay man's type.

- Well, not every gay man.

My ex replaced me with a ficus.

- Fuck off with your problems. I'm not your therapist.

- Wait, what?

- I was flirting with you, you dick.

- Oh. Yeah, sorry, of course.

- Ew, bro, stop. It's fine.

And yes, I have a huge dick.

And yes, it fucking works.

- Okay, we need to tell him.

- Bitch, are you insane? - He's--

- That is a terrible idea.

- He's staying with me.

I can't do the lying thing anymore.

I've spent too much of my life keeping secrets.

- We are not a secret.

Babe, this isn't a thing.

Ooh, baby, welcome back!

- So when do we get to meet your new boyfriend?

- Whatever.

- What's up his butt?

- Who cares? You're back.

Ooh, let's go catch up.

Grab me. Grab me.

[electronic music]

* *

- Jesus, this tastes like fentanyl-laced baby laxatives.

What the fuck did you cut this with?

- "What the fuck you cut this with?"

Nothing. Jesus Christ.

A little bit of Viagra.

- [laughs]

Fuck, I missed you, Daddius.

Being back has been so weird.

Ruthie's about to be a mom.

Noah is douching in front of those new plants.

- Hey. Forget about Noah.

The best way to get over someone

is by getting under someone else.

Or on top or behind or standing up, babe.

The possibilities really are endless.

- Hey, hey.

We ran out of quarters in the front bar.

- Ask Rick.

Does it look like I'm on duty tonight?

- You never look like you're on duty.

- Fuck you.

* *

Can I help you?

I guess not.

- Hey, chicky. - Hey.

- When you go on?

- Ah, you know what?

I--I'm actually not, the lineup's full.

So just gonna go next time.

- Wait, what? But you're already here.

No, no, that's bullshit. No--come with me.

- No. - Excuse me, sorry.

- Excuse you. - Hey, you.

Where do you get off?

- Can we just go, please? - No.

This is exactly what's wrong with the gays.

You sit up there on your pride float

waving your rainbow flag.

Yet you want to sit here hiding behind your clipboard,

discriminating against this poor, young,

beautiful white boy?

How dare you?

- Text me your track. You're up fourth.

Tell your boyfriend I'll have another one of these.

[upbeat funky music]

* *

- * Oh *

* *

- Oh, shit. Stop.

Stop, stop.

- You okay? - Yeah, no, I'm--

Just--my makeup. I still have to go on stage.

- Right. We can work with that.

- Shit, sorry. I'm tucked.

- Not anymore.

- * I really need a lover *

* A lover that wants to be there *

* It's been so long *

* Since I've touched a wanting hand *

* I can't put my love on the line... *

- You stupid bitch.

- Have you seen Brodie yet?

- Okay, you judging me is rich.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

Am I rocking the foundation of your horny

haunted house of cards?

It's not like fucking your best friend's ex

warrants a conversation.

- You are gonna make such a great mom.

- I know.

- All right, all right, all right, y'all.

Show some love

for Miss Virginia Slim Jim.

All right, y'all, keep that same energy going.

We're welcoming to the stage

for her Babylon debut, Miss Chicky-Fil-A.

- Oh, shit. That's me.

Fuck. Can you dump my bag?

- Yeah. I got you. - Put my wig on.

That's the wrong way. - Mm.

- For the last time do we have Chicky?

Okay, then, moving right along.

Leda Buffet. - She's here.

She's here. She's coming.

- Oh, right. Great.

Boys and ghouls, please give it up for this

poor, young, beautiful white girl, Chicky-Fil-A.

[cheers and applause]

- Nope.

[thunder rumbles]

[laughs]

- You're a witch.

- Nancy, you scared the shit out of him.

Thank you very much. Let's go.

- No, he's gotta pay.

- You're just jealous.

- Jealous? Jealous?

You don't even exist to me!

You don't even exist.

You are nothing. You are shit.

- I'm sorry.

- He's sorry.

Oh, he's sorry, he's sorry, he's sorry!

He's sorry! He's sorry! He's sorry!

Sorry! Sorry--ahh!

- * I got in a fight I was indisposed *

* I was in despite all the wicket prose *

* But I'm only a man and I do what I can *

* I got friends in high places *

* I get out for free *

* I got in a fight but they don't know me *

* 'Cause I'm only a man and I do what I can *

* B-E-H-A-V-E, arrest us *

* Italiana mobster looking so precious *

* B-E-H-A-V-E never more *

* You gave up being good when you declared a state of war *

* Eh, oh, don't behave, oh don't behave, oh *

- Oh, shit. I'm so sorry.

- * Eh, oh, don't behave, oh don't behave, oh *

* You're goin' to the party and you're goin' to the show *

- Meet me outside.

- * 'Cause I'm only a man *

* Do what I can, ooh-woah-oh *

* 'Cause I'm only a man, do what I can *

[dramatic music]

* *

[rifle cocks]

[gunshots] [crowd screaming]

[neon sign buzzing]

[wheel squeaking]

- I'm standing outside the Babylon Nightclub

where earlier tonight a gunman

entered the establishment and opened fire.

Now, we don't yet know the extent of the casualties,

though they are reported to be significant.

And though police have apprehended a suspect,

they're asking people to stay away from the Frenchmen Street

so that ambulances can better get in and out of the area.

[siren wailing]

- What is it?

- I need to get to the hospital.

- Mingus! My son is in there.

Look, I ca--I have to get in there.

- Ma'am, stay back. Right. Please.

Stay back.

[somber music]

* *

- It's not him.

[no audible dialogue]

* *

- You're okay, you're okay.

Just look at me, you gotta--

you gotta keep your eyes open. Fuck.

What are you doing?

- Please, I'm a nursing student.

[tires screeching]

- Please, can you--can you-- can you call my girlfriend?

I can't get ahold of her.

- I'm sorry, we're really busy right now.

- Pardon me, ma'am, I'm pretty fucking busy here too.

- Look, hold on just a moment.

If it's just broken, I need you to wait out here.

We don't have room inside, I'm so sorry.

Come on, let's go, guys.

Everyone, stay outside.

Just a moment.

We're going to get you all some attention.

We understand everyone is hurt.

- That's Kevin. He drove in from--

from Shreveport.

And this here, this is Kennedy.

Now, she's not out to her family

so you have to be care-- bitch, get away from me.

- I know you want to help but you'll be no good to anyone

if you bleed out in the ER.

Please.

- This is my family.

[soft music]

* *

[machines beeping]

- Stupid.

- Cher!

Cher? Fuck.

- Four, five, great. Great. Breathe.

Keep going. You're doing so good.

Four, five, keep going. - [groaning]

- You're doing great. All right.

A few more. All right, take a--

- I'm sorry. I am so sorry. I'm so sorry.

- Where were you? Where were you?

Is that--is that blood?

Where were you? Where were you?

- Cher, I'm here. It's okay.

- Another one's coming.

All right. Push. Keep going, keep going.

Keep going. - [yells]

- Good job, good job.

All right, take a break, take a break.

[ethereal music]

* *

[dramatic music]

[gunshots]

- I'm sorry.

Here. Shit.

I don't know what you like, so--

- Sorry. Who are you?

- I'm Mingus.

You--you saved my life.

You ate my ass in the bathroom.

- How old are you?

- 20.

17, Jesus.

- Where are your parents?

- Sorry, you don't remember what happened?

- No, and I'd rather not.

- Well, you got that bullet pulling me off stage.

So I probably wouldn't be here right now if--

- They didn't have Cool Ranch?

- [chuckles]

- Brodie!

- I thought it was music at first.

- Sorry. How you doing?

You look even hotter with a bullet wound.

- Just waiting for the Percs to kick in.

- I don't want to make your night

any more complicated,

but I think it just got a little more complicated.

- How?

- I think you're a dad.

- Wait, what? How do you--

- I just met your friend Ruthie.

- Is she okay? Are Noah and Daddius with her?

- Who? - You have a kid?

- No. - Can you take me to her.

- Are you sure you're okay to get up right now?

- I'm fine. The bullet's just in there

so get me out of here.

[tense music]

* *

- A little light in here tonight.

Congratulations. A healthy boy and girl.

- Well, we don't know that yet.

[baby fussing] - Hi.

- Oh, my God. - Hi.

- Miss O'Neil? - Mingus?

- You two know each other?

- Yeah. She's my English Lit teacher.

- Brodie, why is he-- - No, mm-mm.

- You know what? Don't tell me.

- I'm so sorry, Brodie. You all right?

- I'm fine. Have you seen Noah or Daddius?

- No. I haven't seen them.

- Well, did they find who did it?

Was it a hate crime?

Like, are we safe here?

- Yeah, they're not really-- [crash]

- Oh, God. [panting]

[baby crying]

- It's fine.

- Can I use your phone to call Noah?

- Of course.

[line ringing]

- Come on, come on.

- I'm sorry, Mr. Hernandez.

We're just talking to some folks

that may have witnessed the incident.

- I wasn't there.

- Then what are you doing here?

- I'm looking for my boyf--ex-boyfriend.

- So you weren't at the club during the shooting?

- I was outside.

- Okay. Why were you outside?

- Meeting a friend. - What for?

- To suck his dick in the fucking alley.

Do you need a play-by-play?

- What's your friend's name?

- Daddius.

- Daddius Miller?

- Yeah. Why?

[baby crying] [line ringing]

- It's okay.

- No answer.

- I'm sure they're okay.

- What are the babies' names? - We don't know yet.

- Yeah. Still trying to land on a pair

of gender neutral names that aren't boring and shit.

- Flotsam and Jetsam.

- [laughs]

- Sorry, I--I didn't mean to say that out loud.

- Like Ursula's eels?

- I mean, hey, it's unique.

- Stop.

- Okay, shit.

Here, you have to hold Flotsam.

- Do not call our kid that.

- Ruthie, no. Loo--

- Fuck. - Take it back.

- He stopped crying.

[soft music]

* *

- I have to find Noah.

Take him back.

Can you just leave me alone?

Just go home.

I had two kids tonight. I don't need a third.

- I'm gonna--

- So no beignets, huh?

- I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for lying.

I really messed this up. I should have been there.

- I could have-- I could have lost you.

Yeah.

I know you've been through a lot tonight,

but we cannot do this without you, Ruthie.

- You say that now.

Talk to me two days into diaper duty.

[baby fussing]

[elevator dings]

- Oh, God. Noah.

Hey.

[somber music]

* *

It's okay, it's okay. I'm right here.

I'm okay.

- Daddius is dead.

* *

[siren wailing]

[indistinct radio chatter]

* *

- I'm sure he's okay.

- Yeah. I shouldn't have let him go alone.

What the fuck was I thinking?

- Excuse me. I'm with "The Telegraph."

Can you tell us about your experience last night?

I'm sorry to bother you,

but we're trying to get a little intel.

- Go stick that thing somewhere else.

They don't want to talk to you right now.

Go on. Shit.

- It's okay, baby. Just breathe.

- I--I didn't pay my bar tab.

- It's all right, Chicky.

It's all right.

* *

You were amazing tonight.

Gotta work on your blending, though.

- No, no, I'm done. I'm done.

- I don't know about that.

[Emika's "Wicked Game"]

* *

- * The world was on fire *

* And no one could save me but you *

* It's strange what desire *

* Will make foolish people do *

* I never dreamed that I'd meet *

* Somebody like you *

* I never dreamed that I'd lose *

* Somebody like you *

* No, I don't want to fall in love *

* *

* No, I don't want to fall in love *

* *

* With you *

* *

* With you *

* *

* What a wicked game to play *

* To make me feel this way *

* What a wicked thing to do *

* To let me dream of you *

* What a wicked thing to say *

* You never felt this way *

* What a wicked thing to do *

* To make me dream of you *

* And I don't want to fall in love *

* *

* No, I don't want to fall in love *

* With you *

* *

* With you *

* *

* The world was on fire *

* And now one could save me but you *

* No, I don't want to fall in love *

* No, I don't want to fall in love *

* *

* With you *

[electronic music]

* *