All language subtitles for Pose.S02E07.WEBRip.x264-ION10_English

* One, two, three, hit it... *

DAMON:
Okay, chin up, chin up.
I don't want to see you

going on the floor.

If you look down,
you're gonna be on the floor.

Ow, one, two, three, hit it.

Bitch, I'm gonna have to take
you to the balls with me.

You are slaying that. No shade.

Good job. Good-- great work.
Great work, ladies.

Okay, I will
see you next week, okay?

Excellent work. Excellent.

-(turns off music)
-Payday.

Ooh. Uh-huh,
what you got for me?

What you got for me? Let's see.

Am I gonna buy me a good dinner

today or what?

(sighs)
Just enough for bus fare.

You get paid by the head.

Maybe we can try
to put some flyers around

-or something.
-Flyers won't put "Vogue"
back on the charts.

People have moved on.

We need to cancel
next week's class.

It's just not worth it
for three students.

I've had some requests
about learning the moves

from the "U Can't Touch This"
video. Any interest?

Girl, stop. Hammertime?

It's just until the next
big thing comes along.

Remember, white folks
like to visit,

but they never move in.

-That part.
-Mm-hmm.

All right, well, I'll see you.

-(crowd cheering)
-PRAY TELL: Who wants

to dine with the ladies
at The Plaza?

Because the category is...

Realness.

Bring it like a lady at brunch.

Oh, shit,
look at these boozy bitches.

Honey, after having
finished snoozing

on fine sheets,

they missed breakfast and
they booked a massage at lunch,

and so now they indulge

in an extravagant
in-between meal.

Caviar, Bloody Marys, baby.

Brunch is for some alcoholic
bitches that ain't got to work.

(laughter)

Yes, baby, this category
is informational.

Judges, your scores.
Ten, ten, nine,

nine, ten.

Come on and get this trophy

in this cream bobcat fur, bitch.

You better have on
that bobcat today.

(cheering)

Uh-huh.

* On the shelf above *

* 'Cause it was built
for love... *

All right, look.

Listen, cut the music
for a second.

-(music stops)
-Listen, I want to talk to y'all
for a second.

I see what you see.
The looky-loos

have left the building.

America's obsession
with "Vogue" is dead.

Now, I ain't gonna say
I told you so,

even though I had told you so.

(laughter)

But I want y'all
to remember something--

ballroom is gonna continue
to be ballroom.

We're gonna continue to create

like we always do,
and soon enough,

the looky-loos will notice
and they'll be back.

I don't want none of y'all
getting down on yourselves.

You hear me?

Yes?

-All right.
-(cheering)

(door opens)

(footfalls approach)

PRAY TELL:
The category is...

Live...

Work...

Pose!

*

My nerves are still tender
about that Frederica business.

-You know what she did?
-What?

She told Page Six
that all of us protesting

-left hypodermic needles
and condoms...
-(groans)

...laying around in a gutter
in front of my nail salon.

-No, she didn't.
-Yes.

It was on the news this morning.
And they didn't

necessarily use the words HIV,

but we already know
what they were implying.

The world is scared of us,
and she's using that to beat me.

Evil but smart.

And you know what?

I heard Lulu was in a bad way,
because of Candy,

so I went to check on her.

("Straight Up"
by Paula Abdul playing)

(indistinct chatter)

BLANCA:
Bad way was an understatement.

You look terrible.

I can see right
through your skin,

and your eyes
look like glass marbles.

I been hearing bad things
about you.

PRAY TELL:
What did she say?

She said her dehydrated look
came from her asthma inhaler.

-Do you believe her?
-I don't know.

But even if she
ain't on the pipe,

that girl is falling apart.

And it ain't just her;
the boys are straying, too.

Damon's been sleeping until noon

ever since his classes
got canceled down at the Y,

and Ricky ain't no better.

-He's always here.
-Are they back together?

Nah, I think Damon
is through with all that.

All they do is drink
wine coolers and watch TV.

-(indistinct chatter on TV)
-(chuckling)

BLANCA:
Oh, uh-uh, no.

Y'all are not spending
another day sitting around,

stinking up my house,
doing nothing.

What you expect us to do?

Well, here's a wild thought: get
a job, or maybe clean a dish.

I need help keeping
this family afloat.

Well, you just don't understand.

I mean, it's just like
they got tired

of what we had to offer
and just threw us away.

-Damon.
-Damn, can't I get at least

a minute just to regroup
before you have me

go out there
and hurt myself again?

I do understand, Damon.
Excuse me.

(clears throat)

Get your ass up
and do something.

I remember when I first
found my way to New York City.

Things were really bad,

-but we survived.
-How?

The elders.

When the going gets tough,

it's up to the elders
to light the way.

And where are
these elders at now?

You looking at 'em right here.

Oh, excuse me? Oh, no, sir.
I refuse that title.

Mm-hmm. Being a survivor

is a blessing and a curse.

And we're surviving
and we have to help those kids.

Pray has a plan.

What is it?

(clears throat)
Those children need a caper.

-Pray, a caper?
-Mm. And Daddy got

a little something-something
up her sleeve.

(laughs)

BLANCA:
You're late.

It's 10:00 in the morning.

School's in session.
Have a seat.

(exhales) What we learning?

Self-respect. Responsibility.
Motivation.

The three of y'all
have lost y'all way.

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah.
We've worked hard.

I mean, it's not our fault that
things in our professional life

just didn't work out.

I thought you were a tour
dancer. What happened to that?

Callbacks with no hires.
That's what happened.

And I'm trying,
but I'm just not booking.

So you've hit a bump in the
road. Welcome to the world.

BLANCA:
Y'all stories don't just
have to be about failure.

It needs to be about resilience.

So... me and Pray got a job
for you three.

Well, how much does it pay?

'Cause I'm still pulling
good tips down at the club.

It pays in experience.
It pays in purpose.

ACT UP is looking

to make a statement
about safe sex,

and they want to do something
that's gonna get on the news.

So Blanca and I have come up
with a little caper

with flair.

The three of you
are gonna head upstate

and wrap one of those high
society dames's country house

in a giant condom.

-(laughter)
-Are you serious?

What's so funny?

Girl, that's crazy.
I mean, whose house?

Frederica Norman's.

I thought I might kill two birds
with one stone.

It's an opportunity
to highlight her bigotry

and get the message out
about condom use.

Yeah, this is crazy.

How we gonna find a condom
that's big as a house?

You got a week. Figure it out.

A week? It'll take us three days
to put up a lemonade stand.

It's not supposed to be easy.

It's not just about being mad
you fell down,

it's about loving you enough
to show you the way to get up.

DAMON:
Okay,

so what's on the brainstorming
list so far?

Um...

One, buy a thousand condoms
and glue 'em together.

Two, use a thousand boxes
of plastic wrap

from Key Food
to wrap around the house.

That's it?

(crying)

What's wrong?

(crying):
I feel so dumb.

I used to be smart.

I did community college
and I took accounting classes.

And now...

now I'm just some dumb stripper

who can't do nothing on her own.

-RICKY: Oh, come here.
-LULU: I didn't realize

till Candy was gone how much
she took care of things.

Mm-mm. You know what?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Listen to me.

The world thinks we're dumb,

'cause we don't have a fancy job

or talk
like Masterpiece Theatre.

But I would love to see some
of those Harvard types

try to figure our life out.

-They wouldn't last a day.
-Mm-mm.

Right now if you still here...

you know, living your life...

you already a genius.

-(sniffs)
-Hmm?

Now, I know that's what Blanca
and Pray Tell want.

They want us to remember
how smart we are.

Which is why...

okay, we need to try
to figure this out.

We're struggling because
we're looking at this thing

as a big, giant thing, okay?

We need to just break it down
into pieces.

One step at a time.

And the first step is, we need
to go up and measure

the house and figure out
how big the condom needs to be.

How are we gonna find
a condom that big?

I mean... we could always
just use one of mine.

Maybe if we were wrapping
a doll house.

Hold up.

Y'all ever seen one of those
big inflatable houses

they use at kids' parties
and, like, fairs and stuff?

-Mm-hmm.
-What if there's a company
that can make us one

that's the right size
and shaped like a rubber?

I'll grab the Yellow Pages.

DAMON:
All right, so step three...

Figuring out how the hell
we're gonna pay for it.

(knocking on door)

-Hi.
-Hi.

Sorry to wake you.

I heard you sneak in mad late
from work last night.

Figured all that hard work

deserved a...
a nice home-cooked meal.

So then I took it upon myself...

to prepare you one.

Damn, girl.
I ain't even know you cooked.

-(chuckles)
-I ain't never seen you
in no kitchen.

Oh, my God.

You know a lady
don't reveal her cards.

-Not all of them at once.
-(laughs)

-(giggles)
-So what you up to today?

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

Miss Ford got me a membership
at this club.

Called Nells.

A lot of editorial people
and photographers be there.

Apparently.
So she wants me to,

she wants me to mingle
and be seen.

-That's the one on
14th and 8th, right?
-That's the one.

Yo, you know I used to pick
pockets at the velvet rope.

-(scoffs) Of course you did.
-(laughs)

Them people were so desperate
to get in,

they never minded their wallets.

Angel, you fancy now, girl.

Aye, please.

Come on, you moving up
in the world.

I feel like a fake next to them
fancy-ass phony people.

Why you say that?

I feel like when they look at
me, they see a pretty picture

-but they don't really see me.
-Mm.

You know?

They don't need
to know all that.

It ain't their business.

I'm sure mystery is good
for models, right?

Makes y'all more interesting.

I guess.

But, Papi, what if they,
what if they find out about...

About what?

-You know...
-They're not gonna
find out, Angel.

(phone rings)

Look, you deserve to be
with them important people.

You doing big things, Angel.

-And the world is taking notice.
-(ringing continues)

Run! Run!

ANGEL:
Hello?

Oh, my God!

What?

I promise.

I will not disappoint you,
Miss Ford.

Okay, bye.

(Angel exhales)

(exhales)

-I'm the new Bebe girl!
-No!

Yo, that's what
I'm talking about!

Yo, I told you you fancy now!

-You know what?
-(chuckles)

We celebrating tonight.

I'm coming with you to Nells.

Only-only if you come
as my boyfriend.

All right.

Come on, come on!

(quietly):
Get the measuring tape.

*

(camera clicks)

-(dog barks)
-Let's go, let's go!

LULU:
So all we need

-is just, you know...
-Some money?

Absolutely not.

I'm not a charitable foundation.

I'm a single mother
with children to clothe

and bills to pay.

You know, it's a shame everybody
in the ballroom

completely overlooked your
Marie Antoinette at the ball.

Only because of Pray Tell
and his flaming preacher act.

It would've been the stunt
of the century.

You built a fucking guillotine
and a carousel,

and all anyone ever talks about
is how he read you for filth

because you didn't come
to that protest.

His agenda tarnished
my icon status.

Well, if you help me with this,

you'll prove everybody wrong.

You'll show Pray and the council
and the judges

that you have a heart,
that you actually care.

Not just about Wintours, but all
the children in ballroom.

All the children in the world.

This tiny donation will be
an investment...

for your good image.

It could raise the deck for you
for Mother of the Year.

Who's supplying the condom?

The same company that made
the big jump house

for the Italian Pride parade
on Mulberry.

The one with the giant
leaning tower on top?

That was impressive.

How much do you need?

$2,500.

That's $1,000.

Giving you any more would
deny you the opportunity

of earning your charity.

But don't worry, Lulu dear.

Mother Elektra is going to
help with that, too.

(chain rattles)

-(whip cracking)
-(man grunting)

* Hangin' out for a body shop
at night *

* Ain't it strange what we do
to feel all right? *

I have a treat for you,
Mr. Hosiery:

Mistress Lucinda.

She's twice the mean bitch I am,
and costs double.

-(grunts)
-(man groans)

Harder.

That's my baby girl.

-(man cries out)
-(laughs)

MAN:
Yes!

Angel.

-Hey.
-Darling.

-Katie. How you doing?
-Good. How are you?

So nice to-to see you.
This is Esteban. We're together.

Yo, I know it's official
when you use my government name.

(Angel chuckles)

-Thank you.
-Enjoy.

* A time to turn over *

* A better life
for you and me... *

Yo, look at these walls. God,
I can't believe we're in here.

Oh, for sure.
Don't steal from nobody.

-No pickpocketing.
-I can't promise nothing.

-* Channel all this energy *
-ANGEL: Wow.

Wow. Look, they got it
at the tables.

Bella!

-Mario!
-Where have you been
all my life, huh?

What's going on? I didn't know
you was gonna be here.

Darling, girl, I'm anywhere
with an open tab at the bar.

-Thirsty?
-Yeah, let's get a drink.

* When love takes hold... *

-For you.
-Thank you.

Do you like the bubbles,
handsome?

Yeah. For sure.

MARIO:
Cheers.

BOTH:
Cheers.

Now that we're all the best
of friends, follow me to VIP.

-Follow you to VIP.
-All right. (chuckles)

(faintly):
* Touch me... *

-(sniffs)
-Bella! Save some for me, huh?

Oh, there's plenty more where
that came from, Mario dear.

Damn, they be doing this shit
out in public

-in front of everybody?
-It's not public.

This is members only, baby. VIP.

(sniffs, exhales)

You want?

-Nah, we good. Thank you.
-I would not be a good friend

if I don't let you know
this is the primo stuff.

Medical-grade goods.

Surely can't compare to
the street drugs uptown.

-Who that bitch talking to?
-Yo, Angel, Angel.

-MARIO: She didn't
mean nothing by it.
-No, no.

-Not today.
-MARIO: But she is right.

This is pharmaceutical flake.

No side effects. No hangover.

Just uninterrupted euphoria,
all night long.

You two lovebirds want a taste?

* Drive me crazy *

* Touch me... *

Hey, my man.
Where the, uh,

where the bathrooms at?
Where the bathrooms at?

Thank you.

-Okay, let's go.
-Yeah.

-Let's go pee.
-We'll be right back.

All right?

LIL PAPI:
Angel, you can't do that.

You know how Blanca is
about drugs.

Shit, I was homeless for, like,
a month for selling weed, mama.

Imagine what she would do if
she heard we was sniffing coke.

-Did you not hear him?
-I can't understand
what he's saying.

Oh, my God.

Pharmaceuticals is stuff
doctors prescribe.

It's basically medicine.

Why would they give it to them
if it's gonna hurt them?

So, you're telling me
it's medicine,

like-like the vities we've been
taking at home?

Yeah.

Shit, why didn't you
say that, then? Come on.

* Let your conscience go. *

("Do Me" by Bell Biv DeVoe
playing)

* Do me, yeah *

* Oh, yeah, oh, yeah *

* Oh, ah *

* Oh, yeah, oh, yeah *

* Oh, yeah,
oh, yeah *

* Take a look at me *

* Tell me, do you like
what you see? *

* Do you think you can *

* Do you think you can do me? *

* Kiss me, pretty baby *

* Touch me all over *

* Girl, what makes you think
you can do me? *

* Do you think
you can do me, girl? *

* Do me, baby *

* Oh... *

* Do me, baby *

* Do you think you can *

* Do me, baby *

* Do me... *

(Angel moaning softly)

(gasps)

I love you. I love you.

I love you, too.
I love you, too.

(moaning softly)

(brakes screech)

(grunts softly)

Is there a Ritz-Carlton
or even a Marriott available?

That is not in the budget.

ACT UP gave us two rooms.

One for the ladies
and one for the gentlemen.

I call dibs on the most
comfortable bed.

I pray I don't get scabies.

All right, Elektra,
you do your entitled thing.

The rest of us will make do
with our sleeping bags.

You think they got room service
up in here?

There's a vending machine
right here.

Knock yourself out.

Ooh. All right.

-(clears throat)
-(sighs)

So, I'm gonna take this bed
by the window

and y'all can take the one
by the bathroom.

-Uh-uh.
-Daddy needs her rest.

-(clears throat)
-Mm-mm, mm-mm.

I'm not sharing no bed with him.

-Don't trust yourself?
-No, don't trust you, cheater.

Maybe we can get you
a cot or something?

I'll sleep on the cot,
but you got to go get it.

Deal.

(groans softly)

(door closes)

(Pray Tell humming)

-Don't judge.
-(snickers)

These are my creams
and moisturizers.

My routine is the only thing
that keeps me sane.

Damn, that's a lot of product,
Pray. (chuckles)

(laughs)

This your secret to looking
so good at your age?

You complimenting me and
insulting me in the same breath?

Nah, I ain't mean it like that.

I'm just saying
you look good, that's all.

Thank you.

And yes,
this is my secret recipe.

-Hmm.
-Skin is like leather.

It must be moisturized
to remain supple.

-I did not know that.
-(chuckles)

It's funny, when I was your age,

we had lots of older,
wiser men to look up to,

aspire to.

Now we're just
an endangered species.

(sniffles)

What's wrong with you?

Um...

I got a call from Chris
before we left today.

-The one from the tour?
-Mm-hmm.

He was crying, uh,
because he tested positive.

That's terrible.

Yeah.

But you said you didn't
sleep with him.

He just sucked my dick.

Chris is a hungry bottom ho...

Okay, okay. Enough of that.

There's way too much
bottom-shaming

going on in our community.

Nothing wrong with a man
getting what he wants,

-receiving intimacy.
-(exhales)

(sighs, clears throat)

You need to get tested.

-Again?
-Yes, again.

And it's not gonna be
the last time.

And you need
to be honest with Damon.

You have a responsibility.

Listen,

this is our life now.

Remember this feeling.

It'll help keep you responsible.

(door opens)

You two queens
gonna help or not?

(Pray Tell laughs)

-I will. I got it.
-I'm the elder, bitch.

RICKY:
Just chill out. Don't-don't

throw your back out.
(chuckles)

(brakes screech)

PRAY TELL:
All right, so we got 15 minutes

to inflate this condom

before the neighborhood watch
calls the po-po.

Let's get to work.
No sauntering, children.

-The news is here.
-I called them.

TV stations love angry gays.

No point doing this
if the world don't see it.

Okay. So, what's the plan
for when five-o rolls up?

Simple.

-We take the fall.
-(scoffs) Oh, no,

I am not posing for a mug shot
with that horrid lighting.

We're the elders, Elektra.
Sacrifices must be made.

-(laughs)
-(mocking laugh)

-Bring your ass on...
-Get your ass over here.

-Let's go.
-But...
-(mock stammers)

-ELEKTRA: I am in heels.
-(Pray Tell laughing)
-BLANCA: Let's go.

I think you need to stretch
that out just a little bit more.

-You're not gonna help?
-It's very hot out here.

LULU:
Clear down below!

Does this come over the shrub?

Yes, it must come
over the shrubs.

That way it'll look better.

Our hard work
is really paying off.

She's trying to kill me.

-(dog barking)
-NURSE JUDY: Uh-oh.

Ah, shoot.
We got to distract her.

You got the right bitch
for that.

-Uh...
-Uh-oh.

What's all this about?

We're tenting for termites.

-But don't worry, Frederica
knows all about it. We're close.
-(scoffs)

I find that hard to believe.

Just last week,
we had lunch at River Café,

and she told me all about
how much she adores you.

Now I know you're lying.

She's the worst neighbor
I've ever had.

That bitch can die in a fire.

But I'm still calling the cops.

Good, because you should be
arrested for showing yourself

in that ratty old housedress.

Now, run home, Wonder Bread.

And take your ugly dog, too.

This ain't
the Yellow Brick Road, bitch.

(laughter)

ELEKTRA:
What are you gawking at?

Now get back to work.

BLANCA:
It's the government,
it's churches...

refuse to tell
the people the truth,

that condoms
are the most effective way

to prevent the spread
of HIV and AIDS.

And what would you like
our audience

to take away
from this unique protest?

We're here,
and we ain't going nowhere.

And if you think
that this disease

ain't coming for you, too,
you're wrong.

Exactly.

You two make a good team.

-(chuckles)
-BOTH: Thank you.

We know it, sweetheart.

-Ready!
-PRAY TELL: Ooh.

Turn that camera back on.
The real show's about to start.

All right, come on, y'all.
Get out here. Get out here now.

(cheering, applause)

(whooping)

-Are you ready?
-Yes.

-Three...
-ALL: Two, one.

(generator whirring)

(whooping)

-All right...
-Look at that.

We did this, y'all.

Can y'all believe
we made this happen?

Lookee here, lookee here!

See what happens when you put
your mind to it?

BLANCA:
Baby, look at it rise, honey.

-(cheering)
-RICKY: Oh, you like that?

(laughter, applause)

PRAY TELL:
Here she blows!

-I'm impressed, I have to say.
-I'm impressed, too.

I'm impressed.
Bravo, children. Bravo.

-Yes, yeah.
-NURSE JUDY: Look at
this masterpiece.

BLANCA:
You seen my mother's
cookbook anywhere?

Oh, it's-it's in,
it's in my room.

I was studying up
on those biscuits.

-I'll be right back.
-Oh. Okay.

-Oh, my God. I'm sorry.
-Yo, you ever heard
of knocking?

Ooh-- oh, I didn't know
y'all were in here.

-Relax.
-ANGEL: God...
-(vial drops)

ANGEL:
You...

-What the fuck is that, Angel?
-Nothing.

-(sniffing)
-Don't be playing like

I'm that naive.
I know what cocaine looks like.

(shushing)

You ain't seen nothing.
Shut your mouth.

Get your hands off me.

I'm sorry.

Where the fuck did you get money
to afford blow?

You know that shit is not cheap.

It was a party favor.
We d-- we didn't,

we didn't pay for--
we didn't pay for nothing.

Just because it was free don't
mean it don't come at a cost.

Now, you know Mother's rules.

You know she don't play
about drugs.

Papi, you of all people
should know that.

Papo. Trust me,
it was nothing, man.

We got caught up in the moment.

A-Angel booked another
big campaign.

-The new Bebe girl.
I'm the new Bebe girl.
-The new Bebe girl, man.

-I'm the new Bebe girl.
-Come on.

LIL PAPI:
We went out to celebrate,
and it was

the first time we got to be
together as a legit couple.

Exactly.

Look, I'm happy for y'all,

but if Blanca
catches a whiff of this,

y'all gonna be buried
next to Candy.

I know. That's why
you can't say nothing.

You see? It's gone.

-(vial shatters)
-All right, my lips are sealed.

As long as you promise
you won't do that shit again.

On my life, I promise.
Never again, man.

-All right, now put some clothes
on. I done seen enough of you.
-Hey, come on, you know

-you like what you see.
-Boy, get away from me.
(mutters)

ANGEL:
So, wh-where were you?

Oh, we wrapped Frederica's house
in a condom.

Hold on, you-you're telling me
her house got AIDS or something?

No, silly.
It was payback for the torment

she put Mother under.

Now, get dressed. I'll tell you
the whole story at dinner, okay?

-(door closes)
-(sniffing)

All right, all right, all right!
The grub is coming up!

-Who ready to eat?
-(indistinct chatter)

If this is not the best meal
that you've had,

-I don't know what is.
-(excited chatter)

Oh! All three of y'all cooked
that all by yourself?

Uh-huh, uh-huh.
We had the help

of Mother Blanca's recipe book
to guide us.

It's looking like Chef Boyardee
went to work in that kitchen.

Okay, boys, Lulu,
y'all done good.

-Operation Condom Wrap
was a success.
-(applause)

-RICKY: Good job, Lulu.
-Uh-huh. So, what's next?

-Yeah, we want to do
another one.
-Well, that's up to y'all.

But I will say that you first
should be focused on the things

-that are coming...
-Hold up.

Now, tonight's supposed
to be different.

Tonight, we cooked
instead of Blanca,

and tonight, we giving
the speech instead of Pray.

PRAY TELL:
Oh...

So, we're being schooled
on this evening?

-RICKY: Just a little bit.
-PRAY TELL: Listen up.

I just want to say thank you.

You know, y'all saw that all of
us was struggling, falling down,

and y'all could've
left us there.

Or you could've picked us up,
but you gave us a chance

to lift ourselves
up off the floor.

-To learn something.
-And what was that?

That there's a world
that is waiting

for us to make our marks.

LULU:
And a community,

right here, waiting for us
to take the baton.

Now, I don't know
what the ball's gonna look like

in ten years, and God knows

if any of us
gonna be here to see it.

But whatever that future is,
it's gonna be managed by us.

-(excited chatter)
-Okay?

Hear, hear! Hear, hear!

RICKY:
I'll drink to that.

-PRAY TELL: I'll drink to that.
-* Lovely day. *

I was so happy to see you
up and running again.

-No one does acrylics
like you, Blanca.
-Thank you, love.

You know, my shady-ass landlord

demanded the court
to rush our case.

She was so sure she was gonna
win, but they ruled in my favor.

Wait, so you beat
a rich white woman in court?

Um, yes.
Sometimes right is right.

-God bless the USA.
-(chuckles)

-Keep the change.
-Ooh.

Oh. You know what?

I reserve the right
to refuse services to anyone,

especially a homophobic, racist
witch who breaks contracts.

I've been stiffed on payments,

I've been double-crossed
on deals.

That all comes
with the territory.

But your assault on me,
my home, my reputation...

Please, Frederica. You act like
the world didn't already know

you was a stone-cold bitch.

You basically bragged
about how hard you was

the first day we met.

This is different.
You humiliated me.

Do you know how difficult it is
for a woman in real estate?

Now they're laughing at me.

And those Upper West Side
commies think I'm prejudiced.

And all because of you.

Good. Now, can you please leave
my establishment?

Fine. I just came down here
to say congratulations, Blanca,

or whatever your real name is.

You won.

I'm not easy to get the best of.

I almost admire you.

Underestimate me at your peril.

Do be careful at night
when you leave here, though.

This neighborhood
isn't improving

as fast as I thought it would.

Excuse me, is that a threat?

You gonna send somebody
to bust my kneecaps?

I'm just saying
that you should underestimate me

at your peril, too, sweetheart.

BLANCA:
So, next thing I know,

she up and left. I mean,
she just hopped in her car

and sped away.

I can't believe we won.

Ugh.

Ew, what?

I'm just proud of you, girl.

We needed a win,
especially after... you know.

Well, how are you holding up?

I'm okay. I'm better.

Hey.

I appreciate
what you've done for me.

For real.

Candy's death
really fucked me up, girl.

I was feeling lost
before she died.

I've never been great
expressing my feelings.

Losing Candy just...
made it worse.

But there you were
to lift me up.

-I'm getting back to good.
-I'm happy to hear that.

Shit, I see what you've done.

Your kids are taken care of.

You got a great house.
Shit, you've got a business now.

Girl, please do not be fooled.

-None of this has been easy.
-Happiness don't come easy.

Which is why

I've... enrolled into
the Bronx Community College.

-I'm gonna get
my accounting degree, girl.
-What?!

-(laughs)
-Yo, Lulu, I am so proud of you.

Yo, I got dreams, too. I figured
I'd make them a reality.

Thank you for inspiring me.

And for pulling me out the dark.

We've been here an hour.

You sure it's been
the whole ten days?

I'm sure.
They called me yesterday

and told me to come in here.

This is the first time
I've been tested

without having Damon
to hold my hand through it.

It's all right.

This is what being an adult
looks like.

Ain't no different
than paying your electric bill

or doing your taxes.

I ain't never done taxes.

Do I have to teach
you children everything?

(chuckles softly)

Maybe so... Daddy.

Bitch, I may be your elder,
but I ain't your daddy.

Well, what if I'm into daddies?

(exhales) It gets real muggy
in these waiting rooms.

(door opens)

NURSE:
60918?

That's me.

Go in there and be strong.

I'll be waiting for you
when you get out.

Gay male,
birthday June 22, 1967?

Yep.

It says here that the test
came back positive.

Do you have
a general practitioner,

or will you be needing
a recommendation for a doctor?

-Wh-What?
-We'll also need a list

of all your sexual partners
with their phone numbers

-so that we can contact them.
-Uh, hold on, um...

What are you saying?

You are HIV-positive.

Were you expecting
a different result?

Of course I was.

In your questionnaire,
you stated that you had

multiple same-sex partners,
and that you rarely use condoms.

Well, yes, but... No, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no.
Uh, run the test again.

-We've run it twice.
-I ain't never had no fevers,

no night sweats or nothing.

Not all patients experience
the symptoms of seroconversion.

(scoffs)

(sniffles)
So, that's it?

(sniffles)

(door closes)

(exhales)

Baby, I'm so sorry.

(sniffles)

I'm gonna die.

-I'm gonna die, Pray...
-No. No, you're not.

No, you're not. No, you're not.

(crying)

I got you, I got you, I got you,
I got you, I got you.

It's okay.

MISS FORD:
She didn't get in the car?

What time is it?

9:15, ma'am.

Her call time was 7:30.

You're late.

Two hours, to be exact.

-And you look like shit.
-(mutters) Damn.

Good morning to you, too,
Miss-- Miss Ford.

Are you hungover?

Why would you party

the night before
your most important shoot?

This-this is Bebe.

I'm sorry to interrupt.
How you doing, Miss Ford?

I'm Esteban, Angel's boyfriend.

I just wanted to say
I also appreciate everything

-you've done to help Angel.
-Esteban,

I've heard lovely things
about you,

but can I take it from here?

Of course.

Break legs, mm-hmm?

(clears throat)

Oh, you want me
to g go. Yeah.

Yeah.

I'll be outside.

(door opens)

You see all of this?

-This is for you.
-Ow.

Everyone here is here for you.

You are the star...

...of this production.

I don't care
to know the particulars

of your nighttime activities
in the Bronx,

but you are better than this.

-You don't know me.
-(chuckles) Darling girl.

Haven't we done
this routine before?

I've been doing this
longer than you've lived.

And I've seen bright
and shining stars like you

dim their own light.

You're so close to having

everything you told me
you wanted, Angel.

Do you want to burn out, too?

Maddy, fetch the photographer.

Hair and makeup, you know
what you guys have to do.

ANDRE:
Hello, Miss Ford.

MISS FORD:
Oh, hello.

Nice to see you again, Angel.

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