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(music playing)

♪ I need a dollar, dollar ♪

♪ A dollar is what I need, hey, hey ♪

♪ Well, I need a dollar, dollar ♪

♪ A dollar is what I need, hey, hey ♪

♪ Said I need a dollar, dollar ♪

♪ And if I share with you my story ♪

♪ Would you share your dollar with me? ♪

♪ Well, I don’t know ♪

♪ If I’m walking on solid ground ♪

♪ And I need a dollar, dollar ♪

♪ A dollar is what I need ♪

♪ And if I share with you my story ♪

♪ Would you share your dollar with me? ♪

(music continues playing)

♪ Baby are you up for dis? ♪

♪ Give me all dat slammin’ ♪

♪ So dat I can turn and twist ♪

♪ Me na in a no long talkin’ ♪

♪ I am feelin’ hot tonight ♪

Me ready fi de bump and grind ♪

Put me on ya big ninja bike ♪

♪ Yes, give me all dat slammin’ ♪

♪ So dat I can turn... ♪

No, absolutely.

Uh, we can be there.

Can I just use your pen? Thank you.

Two o’clock?

We’ll see you there.

- All right. Bye. -

That was Nancy Frankenberg. She wants us to come in today.

That’s awesome. She’s big time, right?

She’s huge. I mean,

I wish I had more time to work on some new designs, but I don’t know.

You think it’s better just to keep it simple with what I have?

Keep it simple, I guess.

Cam is gonna freak out.

He thought we blew it at her house.

Cool. Could you pass me the hot sauce, please?

Yeah.

Thanks.

Woman: There we go. Lunch bags. All set up.

- Bye, Domingo. Thank you. - No problem. See you later.

- Bye, Domingo! - Bye, Symphony.

- Bye, Cyrus. - Bye, Domingo.

Enjoy school, all right?

Learn something.

Shake and bake, baby.

Wassup? Hope I didn’t have you waiting too long.

Looks like you are the man

for the real housewives of the Upper East Side.

That’s right, nigga. The stoner edition.

For you, sir.

For your services.

- Thank you. - Here we go.

Can I ask you a question?

Yes, sir.

You mind if I handle my own clients?

Maybe get a bigger cut?

You tryin’ to hustle? Slang a little somethin’?

Flip a couple zones? Be in the street with Nina?

No, man. I’m just tryin’ to sell weed to harmless white people like you do.

Make a few extra dollars, finally get my own place. Keep it movin’.

Y’all makin’ any money off CRISP yet?

No. We reinvest every dime we make,

but we got mad inventory.

Like my grandma used to say.

Slow and steady. Be Buddhist baby.

So generous. Thank you.

We-- We cool?

Do you think we’re cool?

Yeah! I think so.

Do you?

Um...

there’s this guy.

OK.

I’ve known him forever.

We’ve always been friends, but, um...

he wants us to be more.

I keep pushing him away,

but, uh, the thing about him is,

he, uh... he, uh--

He’s rich?

He wants me.

- Oh. - And he’s clear about it.

I keep waiting for you and me to become something, but...

it never does.

So...

what do we do?

Julie, I...

I love being with you, I love hanging out with you...

Are you ever gonna fall in love with me?

Girl, if he ain’t in love with you now,

he ain’t never gonna fall in love with you.

Oh, shit.

My bad.

I-- You probably shouldn’t be waiting for me.

I’m worried that I only like girls who are unavailable.

’Cause Julie’s hot, she’s down to hang, and I’m like, "Uhh..."

I wanna throw up on your face right now.

I wanna throw up on my face.

So wait. You guys are finished now?

I dunno. I guess so.

I think you need closure.

Check this shit out.

Whoa! Did somebody shoot you.

No. That’s a Jimmy Choo heel.

This girl I know did a fuckin’ cigarette smash

right in my forearm.

You get one of these, gentlemen,

you know it’s a wrap.

You know it’s a psycho.

Close. Serbian.

Sabina Blaskovic. She had a fat ass.

Rene: Then what’s gonna happen, baby,

is that on your cue, he’s gonna get towed at high speed

to the launch ramp,

sail over the other Escalade, lengthwise.

That sounds dangerous, Papi.

Supposed to be dangerous.

That’s how a million people watch this stuff.

Ay, a million people, Rene? Be serious.

If all goes well, more.

Now look, I don’t got the budget of Coca-Cola,

so I have to cut some corners,

but this kid Wilfredo, he’s fearless.

He even agreed to the pyrotechnics.

I like this kid a lot. Mira. ’Fredo.

- Hola, man. - My girl and your co-star,

- Debbie Dominguez. - Pleased to meet you.

Just wanna let you know your man Rene here saved my life.

He gave me a second chance at achieving my dream.

I’m gonna ride for you, Rene.

You’re the only person that still believes in me.

That’s my word. I’ll fuckin’ ride of die for you.

- I’ll fuckin’ kill somebody for you. - Whoa, whoa. Papo, Papo.

All that ain’t necessary. It’s all good, it’s all good.

Come here.

I love you, man. Thank you.

- I love you too. OK? - Thank you.

Hook him up for the Rasta!

I do somethin’ wrong?

Nuh-uh. The opposite.

I got half a mind to bring my Nilda down here.

She could use some direction

to put those smarts God gave her to good use.

Really.

You ready for that?

I’d love to meet your daughter.

Hi, guys. Nancy’s expecting you.

She’ll be with you in just a minute.

So, guys...

amazing opportunity.

- Great. - Tell us.

You know, my son loved your hoodie so much

that I thought you guys would be perfect

to design the new St. Max’s graduation T-shirt.

Uh... St. Maximilian’s High School?

Actually, the middle school.

How much does it pay?

Nothing.

We would love to help, Nancy,

but we’re just really busy right now,

in production for our fall line--

You know what, though? We can squeeze it in.

I’ll whip something up.

What?

We can make it work for Nancy.

Is there any chance I could see something by tomorrow?

Look, I take ten minutes to do the design.

Now Nancy owes us a favor.

Who knew she had an ass like that?

I did. Do you want me to come over to brainstorm with you?

Nah, I got this.

I just hope takin’ this gig won’t stop Nancy

from seeing us as real businessmen.

We are real businessmen.

What are you up to?

Gotta drop off some juice at Corona,

then I’m gonna help Lulu move some paintings.

What you up to?

I gotta paint a sign for a donut shop

out in Bed-Stuy.

Brooklyn in the building?

It’s a vegan donut shop called Funkin’ Faux Nuts.

Brooklyn not in the building.

Oh. I told my dad we’d be there in a few minutes.

Cool? Awesome.

Genius. OK.

I just heard something that might interest you.

Oh, yeah?

Apparently, Ben dumped Julie.

- No. - That’s what Cam just told me.

Interesting.

- I’m meeting him for coffee later. - You are?

Now that he’s single, maybe I should make it for drinks.

He’s been single for three hours.

Plus, you’ve had enough Bordeaux in your system to last you through summer.

Oh, my God, I’m kidding. Jesus! Give me some credit.

Go for coffee,

keep it casual, be cool.

I-- I’m gonna be cool. I’m so cool.

This one’s gonna go by the changing rooms.

- Yeah? - OK.

It’s pretty cool.

- Hey, Lu. - Lulu: Hey!

I thought you were gonna take the good one to the store.

Yeah, I’m taking both.

He’s got a truck.

I’m cookin’. You gonna stay?

- Lulu: Yes. - I’m making Amatriciana.

- Excellent. - Does... he eat pork?

Uh, I don’t know, but he does speak for himself

if addressed correctly.

Do you eat pork?

As long as it’s kosher, sir.

Ben: Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Hey! I got it!

- No, I got it. - No, let me get this.

- You got it? - What the hell is it?

Is it a dead body?

No. Well, I hope not.

- Can I open this? - That’s the point!

All right. Let’s see what you got here.

- Get the fuck out. What? - Ha!

Wow! Is this-- Is this real?

Oh, my God, it is real.

Yeah. I mean, I was at a flea market in Paris

and I saw this thing, and I was like,

"This has Ben’s name all over it."

It was, like, calling out for you.

It was, like...

"Monsieur Epstein,

take me home!

Put things inside of me!"

Careful, now.

I wanted to bring it to you, then I met Julie, and...

I don’t know, I thought it would be weird for your ex

to, like, bring you something, or...

Yeah.

Well, I wouldn’t worry about Julie anymore.

Oh, no.

Is it-- Is everything OK?

Yeah, it’s, um...

Rach, this is...

I mean, come on, I have to give you something for this.

- This is too much. - I got it for nothing.

And, I mean, it’s Paris.

Louis Vuitton grows on trees over there.

Besides, I, um...

I really wanted you to have it.

Well, thank you.

- Rachel: I meant-- I... - Ben: Wow.

Ya know, I was thinking about us the other day.

- Really? - I just--

When I think back on how we were,

I get this, like...

I get, like, a bad feeling in my stomach.

And I think I owe you an apology.

An apology? Why?

’Cause I was a nightmare.

We were, like, a romantic catastrophe.

We were?

I was depressed, you were super anxious...

- I was? - Yeah, but I gave you every reason to be.

- Oh. OK. - But you’re back now.

It’s different, things are cool, it’s like...

Yeah.

I just feel that we have a real shot

at having a... platonic friendship.

’Cause I think you’re awesome, Rach, I do.

You OK with that?

- Sure. - Yeah?

Well, you know, my...

my biggest painting was of my father’s pinkie.

My father was a butcher, he accidentally cut off his pinkie.

Two million dollars.

And ya know why?

Because it conveyed something honest and real

that anybody could understand and feel.

And that’s what art is.

Art works when it communicates the truth.

You sold a painting of your father’s pinkie

for $2 million?

His pinkie stub.

Two point six.

Damn.

You got an extra paint brush for me?

I can’t teach ya how to paint. I could teach ya how to cook.

I could teach ya how to make the world’s greatest spaghetti Amatriciana.

Really, it’s all in the stove, though.

It’s all he cooks.

Do you have a good stove at home?

Y-Yeah.

I know this is a fuckin’ bourgeois indulgence,

but the stove matters.

It’s all about the heat.

The heat and the timing.

Heating and timing. That’s it?

And wine.

- How we doin’ there? - Rachel: We’re out.

- I’ll get more Brunello. - OK.

Your pops is dope.

I can tell he likes you. You’re his kind of guy.

And you?

Am I your type of guy?

- Not really. - Seriously?

If you saw my last boyfriend, you’d probably agree.

What, did he wear guy-liner or somethin’?

No, he wore a tunic and a cape.

I might wear a cape for you.

Sour Diesel.

OG Cush.

Granddaddy Purp.

And my personal favorite, Blue Haze.

OK? It’s a sativa, it’s a head thing.

Wanna feel it in your head or your body?

Um, I want it to feel like my head doesn’t exist.

- Blue Haze. - Right.

What’s up? Rough day?

Yeah. A little rough day.

You know what I do when I have a rough day?

No. What’s that?

Make a turkey sandwich on wheat, toasted,

and I watch Scarface.

I’m sorry, I’m not a turkey sandwich kind of girl.

If you want, I got a Shiatzu tied up outside named Moo Shoo.

She’d love to go for a walk.

She’s a good listener.

Could we smoke first?

- I would prefer that. - Yeah.

Yes.

♪ La la la la la ♪

Was that an eighth or a gram?

Like, how much do I owe you?

I’d feel silly taking money from you.

So we’re good. I got you.

Oh, that’s sweet. Thanks, Domingo.

My pleasure.

I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have did that.

- It’s OK. - My bad.

Rachel: Oh!

(salsa music playing)

( Rene giving instructions to crew )

Rene: All right?

Oh. Oh ho. Hey, hey!

This must be the honor student I keep hearing about.

- Nice to meet you, Nilda. - How ya doing?

Your mama, she gonna be famous.

From a Rasta Monsta viral video?

Please. And my moms is actin’ way too thirsty as a 32-year-old

- out here in some damn poom-poom shorts. - Nilda!

Wilfredo: Oh, hell fuckin’ no!

- Man: Kill it! - They buggin’ out.

What’s up with this crazy fire ramp thing?

You tryin’ to take advantage of me?

What happened to "ride or die"?

Yo, I feel like I wanna live today, though.

Beth Israel is around the corner, OK?

I got my phone on 9-1-1 speed dial,

and my boy Eddie there, certified EMT.

It’s very unlikely you gonna die today.

Wilfredo! I believe in you, baby!

You could do it!

- Yo. - Hey.

I’m sorry, I didn’t want to wake you.

All good, all good.

Where ya headed?

I just have to, like, go to the ATM,

might get a pedicure and...

um, just hit Whole Foods and just stuff.

Cool. You wanna get some breakfast?

Oh. Um...

I don’t know, are you hungry?

Hell yeah, I’m hungrier than a motherfucker!

What do you wanna eat?

Whatever.

♪ Bitch is the bomb ♪

♪ The bomb, balomb balomb ♪

♪ Bitch is the ram ♪

♪ From the ram-a-lama- ding-dong ♪

♪ Bitch is the bomb... ♪

OK, Nancy said the design committee was tough.

Relax. Parents love me.

Ben: So, we took your school crests,

but we kinda made it our own

without compromising the integrity of this design.

Although we did take some liberties on the--

on the dragon. Yeah.

Serpent.

- Same difference. - Not really.

How many serpents do you know that breathe fire?

Tavi: Yeah, so...

Louie and I aren’t really feeling this.

It’s just obvious.

- Obvious? - I mean,

if you weren’t inspired, you shouldn’t have taken the job.

I know CRISP.

- Oh, yeah? - You guys have potential,

but it’s definitely not in this shirt.

Think you’re gonna have to go back to the drawing board.

Looks like it’s gonna be

a late night at the CRISP studio.

"I know CRISP."

And what’s up with the glove scarf?

What, she thinks that’s cool?

That’s not cool.

Yeah. Whatever, man.

Let’s just get outta here. I’m gonna tell Nancy we’re done.

You were right.

You feel like you killed it, though, right?

Yeah. What, you didn’t like the serpent?

- I don’t know. - Are you serious right now?

I’m just sayin’, maybe we should go honest.

A little more... personal with it.

Personal? We went to public school. What the fuck do we know about these little brats?

Art’s gotta tell the truth. Right?

That’s actually pretty funny.

(rap music playing)

(crowd cheering)

- Debbie: Yeah!

Whoo!

Mwah!

_ Yeah! - Yeah!

Whoo!

Are you ready for the Rasta Monsta, baby?

All: Yeah!

Man: What the fuck is this?! This is horrible!

- This is offensive! - Hey! Get outta here!

You people should go home! You shouldn’t be looking at this minstrel show!

- Hey, move! - Don’t buy into this racist bullshit!

- Come on, man, don’t do that. - Don’t come on!

- This is bullshit! - This is my time!

- Look at her! - That’s not a crime!

- I’m making a living! - You should be ashamed of yourself!

What the fuck is a Rasta Monsta?!

I’m the Rasta Monsta, motherfucker!

Hey! What you doin’?!

- Hey, stop! Stop!

- No, no, no! - Listen to me, man!

Wilfredo: I’ll fuckin’ kill for you, Rene!

Hey!

Stop!

Long live Wilfredo!

Rastafari!

Aaah!

Man, don’t do that!

Come on!

Yo, get me a fire extinguisher!

Mikey, a fire extinguisher!

That’s just not right!

(music playing)

(phone ringing)

- Hello? - Andy: I owe you an apology.

Our last meeting was not my proudest moment.

It’s Andy Sussman, by the way.

Oh. Thanks.

And because I believe CRISP is that special,

I’m willing to break my own rules

and offer you a last spot on Team Sussman.

Well, I appreciate that,

but I think we’re all good at this point.

That rep you met-- got you in Barney’s?

- Not exactly. - So then everything is not all good, is it?

Does the name Stacey Rowe mean anything to you?

- Should it? - She’s the new assistant menswear buyer at Barney’s.

And a Tulane alum,

just like me.

You and 3,000 other people in the city.

I have a call in to her, and I can be very persistent.

Hey, listen, good luck with that.

I believe we make our own luck.

Make yourself some good luck with that, then.

Have a good one, Andy.

Good night, Ben.

Fuck!

You need to find a skater who isn’t crazy.

I blew a lot of money today.

For nothin’.

Sometimes I feel like God doesn’t want me to win...

legitimately.

Believe me, I know the feeing.

I want us both to win.

And I’ll stand by you until we do.

Hmm?

Thank you.

Now will you be a sweetie and go get me my jacket in the truck?

- Please, Papi? - Yeah.

Wilfredo: How old are you?

Aw, fuck.

Wilfredo, I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you!

Oh, shit! Please don’t tell my mom!

Mm.

Hmm. Oh...

♪ I can’t help it ♪

♪ You’re perfect for me ♪

♪ I could care less ♪

♪ You’re perfect for me ♪

♪ I’ve been waiting ♪

♪ You’re perfect for me ♪

♪ Right now ♪

♪ In the morning ♪

♪ You’re perfect for me ♪

♪ I’ve been waiting ♪

♪ You’re perfect for me ♪

♪ I’m not perfect ♪

♪ But you’re perfect for me ♪

♪ Right now ♪

Whoa! Domingo?

I know. So bizarre.

You think Ben’s gonna be cool with this?

Of course.

The guy told me he gets sick to his stomach

when he thinks about our relationship.

I’m sure he didn’t say that.

He said something like that, yeah.

- You know the trunk that I gave him? - Uh-huh.

- I told him I paid, like, nothing for it? - Uh-huh.

- I paid $1200. - Ohh.

It’s better that way. He shouldn’t know how much he’s worth to you.

Let it be your parting gift to him. Hmm?

I wish I would have put a dead bird in it.

You know you snore?

Ay, stop it.

I do not snore.

Yeah.

Nilda.

Can you clear the table, please?

Later. I’m busy.

Ahem. Nilda. Honey.

Come here a second.

Your mother, she just asked you to clean the table.

That’s a nice thing to do.

I mean, after all the fun you had on set yesterday?

Oh.

Are you finished, Rene?

I am.

Thank you.

Can I take your plate, Mom?

Yes, you may.

What a good kid you got.

You could clean the kitchen too, honey.

(music playing)

I love it.

Unafraid to state the obvious.

Reminds me of the Marc Jacobs tattoo "Bros Before Hos."

I’m glad you like it.

That’s CRISP. Unafraid.

The principal may have some issues with it.

- Yeah? - Forget him.

I’m wearing this tomorrow, and if I wear one,

the whole school will start wearing them.

She has that kind of power.

Hmm. She’ll have my job one day.

Tavi: Don’t think so.

I’ll be in Paris.

Nancy: If you give me a call in a week or so

I might have something for the two of you.

Ben: Absolutely.

Hats for the school baseball team?

No, Zac Posen already did those.

I’m talking about a real order. You interested?

Yes, we are in. Definitely.

Thank you so much. Really.

What?

Does your girlfriend like to make fun

of those cute little ears of yours?

Nancy. I have Charlotte Bronson.

Oh.

Good work. Talk to you next week.

Later.

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ I was the third brother of five ♪

♪ Doing whatever I had to do to survive ♪

♪ I’m not saying what I did was all right ♪

♪ Trying to break out of the ghetto ♪

♪ Been down so long, getting up didn’t cross my mind ♪

♪ I knew there was a better way of life ♪

♪ That I was just trying to find ♪

♪ You don’t know what you’ll do ♪

♪ ’Til you’re put under pressure ♪

♪ Across 110th Street is a hell of a tester ♪

♪ Pimps trying to catch a woman that’s weak ♪

♪ Pushers won’t let the junkie go free ♪

♪ Woman trying to catch a trick on the street ♪

♪ You can find it all in the street ♪