All language subtitles for Pose.S02E09.WEBRiP.x264-LucidTV

Four o'clock?

Hello? Yeah, this is Blanca.

Ma'am.

- Hello, ma'am?
- Sorry.

You said there was acetone
and isopropyl alcohol

on the premises.

You are aware that those
substance are highly flammable?

The kind of stuff that
could blow a place up.

Yeah, of course. But
this was a nail salon.

Those kinds of chemicals
are needed for my business.

I'm not a careless
person, and I don't smoke,

so ain't no lighter flames
or cigarettes in here.

When was the last time you
ever heard of a nail salon

blowing up out of nowhere?

Excuse me.

What happened to my building?

This is devastating. How will I recover?

What are you doing here?

My name is on the deed, sweetheart.

I was in the car heading
to my summer cottage

when I got the call that
my property had burned down.

- Isn't that terrible?
- Yeah.

I put all of my savings
into this salon, and somehow,

I didn't know that insurance
was needed to cover the supplies

and furniture and all of my stuff!

It went up into smoke just like that.

You live and you learn.

Going toe-to-toe with you,

I learned what protecting
yourself really looks like.

You taught me that.

And for that, I will be grateful.

After our squabble,

I raised the insurance
coverage on this building.

I just had a feeling something
like this could happen.

Come next spring, I'll triple
the rent, attracting tenants

that will breathe a breath of fresh air

- into this ghetto enclave.
- Yeah, this place

is right on track for
a much-needed makeover.

How I will miss our conversations.

I will relish all summer
the thought of you back home,

in your grim little Bronx
walk-up, filing acrylics

in the sweltering
100-degree August heat.

The category is...

Live...

Work...

Pose!

Leaving already?

My usual 3:00 is gone for the summer.

The whole summer?

This business is seasonal.

Didn't you know?

It's not like the piers.

Most of the clientele here
take their vacation in August.

The whole town clears out.

Shouldn't you be checkin'
on that dude in your room?

Oh, shit!

I almost forgot.

Has it been three hours already?

Three and a half.

Do you need a spanking
or a beating of some kind?

No.

Just leave me a little
while longer, please?

I have other business to attend to.

I'm a woman of the world.

I don't want to stay here all day long.

Then leave.

I don't care.

Come back in the morning.

I just like being left in isolation.

No sight, no sound,

feeling nothing but the
pain of being in one position

and the warm sweat under the latex.

May I ask what exactly
is the point of this?

Why pay to be left alone when
you can be left alone for free?

I'm not paying to be left alone.

I'm paying to feel the
pain of anticipation.

I'm not leaving you here all night.

I don't have good experiences

with leaving people
to their own devices.

Okay.

Can I come back tomorrow, though?

I thought you were a
bigwig on Wall Street.

Aren't you leaving town
like the rest of them?

I got a great place at the beach,

but I almost never go.

I like it better here, where it's...

really hot.

Beach house, you say?

♪ Oh... ♪

Oh, my gosh, it's so hot.

Hey, I know. Is the window open?

A popsicle in this heat

is like throwing a snowball in hell.

Do you ever stop complaining?

- No.
- Well, then, now's a good time to learn.

Here, girl.

Girl, I can't believe the salon is gone.

Come on, tell 'em what happened.

I can't prove anything, but...

I think she set the place afire herself.

- For the insurance.
- Arson?

I'd do the same if I
owned that shithole.

- Elektra!
- Sorry, daughter.

I'm crazy from this heat.

- That's okay, I appreciate y'all coming over to support.
- I hope so.

I feel like I'm being
fucked by Satan himself

in the seventh circle.

Are the authorities investigating?

I ain't got no power.

This isn't the first
time any of us have met

with adversities.

This tenement in August, for instance.

Oh, my gosh. You can't give up, Ma.

I never thought my modeling
career would be what it is,

but you encouraged me.

If I could do it, you
most definitely can.

No, it's not about that.

I spent my life savings on that salon.

So, Ma, just save again and
get another one. You be a'ight.

Will you stop saying it's all right?!

My opportunity came and went.

Everything I live for, my
kids, my salon, it's gone.

It's all right, girl.

I think she's having a heat stroke.

- Bitch, would you stop complaining about the damn heat?
- Shut up!

We are all hot.

I am in purgatory.

It feels like someone turned
this thermostat up to "inferno."

- Well, you're the one with the air-conditioning.
- Right.

- Why... How come we're not in your crib?
- Yeah.

Because even with a window
air-conditioning unit,

it's beginning to smell.

Smell? Why?

This old lady from the
Caribbean has a fish fry,

and it wafts through the hallways.

The stench intensifies when
the thermostat hits 85 degrees.

Well, what we need to do is
take a trip down to the beach.

The water will cool us off.

Well, good, 'cause I need a vacation.

That's a good idea.

Let's do a girls' trip.

For real? A girls' trip?

Yes. Look at the year we've had.

We've lost Candy,

and Blanca ruined her house
and lost her business and...

- Okay, where are we going?
- I have just the place.

Ladies, pack your swimsuits

and meet at my house tomorrow morning.

You're not scared people
gonna try us if we walk down

a New York street in
swimsuits and heels?

I have a Hertz rental car
waiting for us outside.

O.J. himself would approve.

Work.

What's that smell?

Pine.

I'm a woman who likes
her scented candles.

Excited?

Yeah, I've never been
on a road trip before.

I feel like we about to go in a
Chevy Chase movie or something.

Darling, if you're going
to be a successful model,

you have to learn how to
travel, and how to travel well.

Rule number one is to
always look your best.

What you tryin' to say?

Uh-huh.

Perfection.

I simply cannot stand it
when a woman boards a plane

without a full face of makeup.

Oh, I feel you.

Lulu! What's taking so goddamn long?!

Come out already!

You guys.

Oh, dear God.

What the hell is wrong with her?

I feel so... fat.

Hey, stop it. You look damn tasty.

Not slumped over like that, she doesn't.

Stand up straight.

It's one thing to be on
the pole in a dark club,

it's another thing to let it
all hang out under the naked sun.

I mean, what if I get
clocked or something?

Girl, please stop it.

The only thing that they clocking is

you being a beautiful woman.

Give me some of that Lulu attitude.

You're right, I do look pretty tasty.

There we go.

Wait a minute. Wh... what is that smell?

Pine.

Scented candles.

That's Blanca.

Mother.

Somebody please fetch me my nerve pills.

Well, hello to you, too.

Where's your swimsuit?

I will not be seen in public

with you looking like Elly
May fresh off the farm.

This is all that I got.

Of course it is. I suppose I
can let you borrow something

from my guest closet.

No, I'm comfortable in this.

No, it's really no problem.

Just don't stain it
with whatever awful food

- you're eating these days.
- Elektra, I said no.

If this is about your salon,

I will not allow your rotten mood

to ruin this trip for everyone.

It's not about the salon.
I'm just not like you girls.

There are certain
things that you can wear

that I cannot.

If this is about tucking,
I got some extra duct tape.

It's not about that, either.

I just don't like being exposed.

I don't like the summer.

Men whispering on the
streets, calling me a man,

a freak, a tranny.

Ma,

people always gonna have opinions.

Don't matter how beautiful
or busted you are.

That's just part of being
a woman in a man's world.

So what we need to do

is replace those negative voices

with some words of encouragement.

Come on, y'all. I'm
gonna treat Mother Blanca

before we hit the road.

- So, get your shit together.
- We're gonna go shopping.

- Oh!
- Hey. Oh.

Didn't I tell you if you put a
skirt on, it would be sickening?

Yes, I guess you're right. I
do look kind of sexy, don't I?

- Uh, uh-huh.
- Kind of.

I hope you got birth
control. Look at those thighs.

- Right.
- Ooh.

Catch the jiggle when you slap it.

Are you three done
eating each other out yet?

- No.
- No.

Let's get out of here.

Oh, my gosh. She jealous.

Aah!

Why'd I pick the one street
that hasn't gentrified yet?

Hey, who's driving this car?

I am. Get in.

I call shotgun.

Oh, look at my baby being...

useful. Helpful.

Don't talk to no men.

What? Uh...

- Oh. Thank you.
- Don't tell me what to do.

I love you. I'm just playing.

Papi.

Oh.

- I love you.
- Oh, God. Oh.

- ♪ If you're thinkin' you're too cool ♪
- Sing it, daughter. Come on.

- ♪ To boogie ♪
- ♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ Boy, oh, boy, have
I got news for you ♪

♪ Everybody here tonight must boogie ♪

Oh, yes.

♪ Let me tell ya ♪

♪ You are no exception to the rule ♪

This is music.

♪ Get on up, on the floor ♪

♪ 'Cause we're gonna
boogie oogie oogie ♪

♪ 'Till you just can't boogie no more ♪

♪ Ah, boogie, boogie no more ♪

- ♪ You can't boogie... ♪
- Hey! You drive like shit!

You look like it, bitch!

♪ Boogie no more ♪

- ♪ Listen to the music ♪
- Oh, my God.

- Mother, look out!
- Oh, my God!

Look out.

Oh, my goodness.

He's right. You're the
worst driver I ever seen.

- I didn't know you had a license.
- I don't.

I bought one out of the
bodega on 144th Street.

- What?!
- What?!

They required it to rent the car.

I even upgraded us to this.

We're traveling in style this weekend,

ladies, and it's all on Mother Elektra.

All you bitches need to
pay for is the cocktails.

Man, something smells fishy about this.

That's just the ocean,
Blanca dear. Just relax.

- We're nearly there.
- Where?

♪ Get down, boogie oogie oogie ♪

- Yeah.
- ♪ Get down ♪

♪ Boogie oogie oogie ♪

- Uh-huh.
- ♪ Get down... ♪

Bitch.

Oh, my God.

No way. No motherfucking way!

- Are we staying here?
- Yes, we are.

Always trust in Mother Elektra, darling.

T stance.

Five, six.

- Seven.
- Eight.

Welcome home!

Oh, my God. This is, like, straight out

Architectural Digest or something.

Oof.

I call dibs on this couch right here.

No, no, no. You all
get your own bedrooms,

though the master is mine, obviously.

We'll be watching House Party
in the screening room later.

Retrieve anything you
like from the wine cellar.

The garage is off-limits.

What's in the garage?

See, I knew something
was fishy about this.

Did you kidnap this
man and steal his house?

What do you take me for? He invited us.

Practically begged me to come,

once I planted the idea in his head.

Can he hear us?

Not with the hood and headphones on.

So, I don't get it.

He... he's paying you
to take him down here

and... and... and...
and do what exactly?

Oh, I had a girl come up with
him earlier to set him up.

My job is just to check
on him every few hours,

- tease him a little.
- But, uh,

how does he go to the
bathroom in this thing?

We deprive him of food all weekend long,

so no worries about number two.

Otherwise, he just goes when he has to.

Oh, girl. Oh, my God.
Men are so fucked up.

- Okay.
- You know what? Angel,

Lulu, y'all go get ready for
the beach. We need a moment.

- Okay. Mm-hmm.
- Okay. Yeah.

We are not having another
situation like the other time.

Don't worry.

The mask doesn't cover his mouth.

He's perfectly safe. Look.

Joe, Blanca. Blanca, Joe.

Nice to meet you.

Mm. Feeling dehydrated, Joe?

- Light-headed?
- No.

I'm feeling amazing.

I'm loving being out here,

where it's still scorching
hot in the garage.

Mm-hmm. - And
even more isolated.

Mm-hmm.

And cover me up again?

How long before we should come back?

Tomorrow?

We'll check back in a couple of hours.

Okay. Let's hit the
beach, darling, come on.

You know, why the hell are we cooped up

on that stinking island
when we could be out here,

living like movie stars?

No sweaty subways, no
skyscrapers to trap the heat.

This is heaven.

- Mm-hmm.
- Yes, sir.

You know, all my life,

I've lived an hour away from here,

and this is the first time
I've ever seen the ocean.

You know, my late
mother used to tell me,

"If you ever feel too
big for your britches,

"go to the ocean and stare at it.

It'll make you feel small."

Mm-hmm. - Now I know what
she was talking about.

♪ This air of silence ♪

♪ In the bedroom... ♪

- Should we dip our toes in?
- Uh-uh.

No way. I've seen Jaws way
too many times to know better.

Besides, I taste too
sweet for sharks to resist.

Girl, I just got my edges laid,

- and I'm not going near any water this weekend.
- Angel?

All right, now, y'all don't laugh at me,

but I am terrified of water.

I don't know how to swim.

I mean, I always wanted to
learn, but there ain't no pools

in the projects.

One day my father brought
me over to the, uh,

fancy country club
up north in the Bronx.

He said he was gonna
finally teach me how to swim,

but then when we got there, girl,

they ain't let us past the front desk.

If it's any consolation, I'm
not a good swimmer either.

How 'bout we teach each other right now?

- Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah.
- What?

- Ain't no way. Hell no.
- We'll hold hands.

We won't go past our thighs.

- What if I get stung by a jellyfish?
- Shark.

Oh, come on, y'all.

When are we gonna ever
do this again as a family?

This is our vacation. Come
on, let's live out our dreams.

Jesus Christ. All right.

Y'all can stay here. Come on, Angel.

Bye, girls.

Have fun. Don't get bit.

I should've sent that
damn girl to school.

I'll go in the water only if
your promise not to let go.

I promise.

All right.

- Yo, and since we're making promises...
- Hmm?

you keeping yours?

What you talking about?

Drugs?

I ain't done none of that.

I know you got people checking on me,

- watching...
- Uh-huh.

As a mother, you gotta keep
eyes in the back of your head,

spies in these streets.

Okay, Mother of the Year.

That's right.

No, but seriously,

I haven't touched any of that stuff.

I promise.

Maybe soon enough I'll be
back in your good graces,

and me and Papi can come back home.

Good.

But you an adult now.

You and Papi got your own
home, and you gotta maintain it

so you can have your own
children, and raise them right.

I want to make you Mother
of the Year one day.

Oh... thank you.

- I know.
- Come on.

♪ Hey, baby ♪

♪ You got to remember ♪

♪ I'm forever your girl ♪

♪ Baby, pick your head up... ♪

Girl, why are they staring at us?

Girl, who?

You think they clocking us?

They're just taking in the
view. You're being paranoid.

And what if you're wrong?

That's why I hid my
switchblade in the cooler.

Mm.

What you over here thinking about?

You look like you just went somewhere.

I wish Candy was here. I miss that girl.

Yeah.

I was so preoccupied with giving
her a distinguished send-off

that I never went up to her casket.

What?

I don't have any regrets,

but I do regret that.

If it's any consolation,
you sent her home in style.

Candy would've wanted
nothing less from you.

Thank you for that, Mother.

Where's Blanca?

Help! Lifeguard!

Life-lifeguard...

Blanca!

We were just, we were
splashing around and...

Blanca!

Blanca!

Blanca... Oh...

Oh, my God.

- Oh, God...
- Blanca?

Please get up.

Get up, get up, get up.

- I can't lose another daughter!
- Blanca!

Get up!

- Oh, God.
- Blanca, come on.

- Four, five, six, seven...
- Get up! Blanca?

Come on, Blanca!

Okay, okay.

Oh, thank you, Jesus.

Come on.

Nice to meet you.

Joe, I must ask.

Where are you hiding
the adult beverages?

Uh, there should be
some in the wine cellar.

It's empty, you idiot!

Uh, I'm sorr... I haven't been
out here a lot this summer.

- I guess my house person didn't have time to...
- Absolutely useless.

I'm telling you, girl,

he was feeling it.

- He was not.
- I saw it.

He was feeling it, and...

- it was big.
- Oh, girl, whatever.

The one time I go to the
beach and I almost die.

People were looking at
me. I feel so stupid.

Nah, for real, though,
I feel like he was trying

- to slip a little tongue...
- Ah!

- Get it, bitch.
- Ooh, I could've

lied there all day with him on top of me

and let him do whatever he wanted...

- Mother!
- What? I don't care if anybody was watching.

- She's just living her life.
- Please tell me

you're not still speaking
of black Hasselhoff.

We must concentrate
on what really matters.

Were any of you able to
find us a suitable beverage?

- Just warm beer and scotch.
- That just won't do.

How does this man have all
this money and nothing to drink?

Girl, white people.

You know what?

Get dressed. We're going out.

To town? Us?

Fuck that. We have nothing to hide.

We're going out and treating ourselves

- to a feast and a drink.
- Why just one?

And I've always wanted
to try one of those

- Long Island Iced Teas.
- Yes...

Well, Blanca dear, when in Rome.

Ladies, to our rooms.

Four, please.

Could we please have
a table by the window?

I'm sorry, but all of our
window tables are reserved.

She lying.

Can I start you off

- with something to drink?
- Yes.

We'll have four Long
Island Iced Teas, thank you.

And can we have a shrimp
cocktail while we look

- at the menu? I'm starving.
- Sure thing.

Your waiter will be with you shortly.

Thank you.

Damn. Ew, this place is mad bougie.

I don't recognize anything on this menu.

What is a caviar blini?

It's a small pancake
wafer topped with caviar.

They're sinful and delightful.

- Well, let's get some.
- Ooh, I want the calamari.

- And some lobster, too.
- Order what you like, children.

Dinner's on me.

- Oh, thank you, Mother.
- Well, I want to get some oysters.

- Y'all like oysters?
- Ew. Oysters are mad nasty...

Thank you, Elektra.

You don't know how badly I needed this.

We may not live in the same house,

but you'll always be
my daughter, Blanca.

Aww...

You're all my children.

That's why you paying for the food.

Ooh!

Oh, oh, you didn't.

I can't believe

we lost him.

- Lost who?
- Luther Vandross.

- Girl, he gay, he ain't dead.
- He might as well be

- if I can't have him.
- Girl, stop being stingy.

Luther's behind is a whole
meal, and all the boys

- want a bite, okay?
- Ugh... I want a...

Okay, I cannot keep up
with this conversation.

If you will excuse
me, I got to go pee out

- some of this
liquor. - Mm-hmm. Ooh!

- Be careful, now. Oh, shit.
- You getting thick, girl.

She cannot handle her liquor.

Hello, ladies.

I'm a loyal customer here,
out with my girlfriends,

and we're having just the
darndest time trying to relax

into this peaceful summer evening.

And what is it that we can do for you?

There's nothing peaceful
about your grating voices,

cackling so loudly we can't
even hear our own conversation.

Elektra.

Do not do it. This one
right here is not worth it.

I don't think that my
girlfriends and I are any louder

than these other tables.

Why don't you be frank with us?

What exactly is it that
you're trying to say?

I'm no dummy.

I work in the city,

and I know a man pretending
to be a woman when I see one.

- And I see three right in front of me.
- Oh, shit...

- Bitch.
- This is not that kind of establishment.

Wait a minute, girl...

God may have blessed you with
Barbies, a backyard with a pony

and a boyfriend named Jake
and an unwanted pregnancy

that your father paid
to terminate so you could

go to college and major
in being a basic bitch.

None of these things make you a woman.

Mm-hmm, clear your throat.

- Lubricate.
- Mm-hmm.

Read that bitch.

Your uniform of
ill-fitting J.Crew culottes,

fake pearls and 50-cent scrunchies

cannot conceal the fact that
you do not know who you are.

- Mm.
- I know our presence threatens you.

We've fought for our
place at this table.

And that has made us stronger
than you will ever be.

Now pick your jaw up off the floor

and go back to your clam chowder

and shallow conversations.

My girlfriends and I
aren't going anywhere.

- It was lovely talking to you.
- Y'all heard that?

Yeah, go and get your clam chowder,

before the clam chowder gets you.

Shall we order another round?

- Yes, please.
- Shit.

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Uh...

Yes, Grams. I'm wearing sunblock.

I know. Brown skin burns, too.

Hey, let me call you right back.

You look pretty good dry.

So, you saving lives and
dishing out compliments, huh?

Something like that.

I'm Adrian.

Blanca.

Pleasure.

I've been manning these
shores for six summers

and I've never done CPR on
anyone with lips like yours.

Well, I ain't ever had a man

slobber over me like that before,

so I guess there's a
first time for everything.

Why don't you let me take you
out for a stroll on the beach?

I'd die a happy man seeing
you glow under that moonlight.

Anyway, I thought you was going
to show her your signature move

- and flip this damn table over.
- Damn, I forgot about that.

We should invite her back
over for an encore performance.

No, no, no, no, no. Don't you
do it. She... she got the point.

Good. Girl, you just...

- What happened?
- Never mind that.

Look what the cat dragged in.

- Them oysters got to you now, huh?
- No!

No. I ran into that lifeguard.

Ooh...

His name is Adrian,

and he wants to take me
on a stroll on the beach.

- You obviously said no.
- No, I said yes.

That man is fine. Plus,
it's been a cute minute

- since I had a man show me that sort of kindness.
- Take it for the team.

- He was cute.
- You're insane.

It's unsafe for girls
like us to walk off

in the middle of the
night with a stranger.

You know you can't trust a
man once the sun goes down.

- That's true.
- Oh, I didn't think about that.

- That doesn't make any sense.
- Yes, it does.

You know these men are afraid
of their desires for us.

They take it out on us all the time.

That's probably what happened to Candy.

They don't kill us because they hate us.

They kill us because they
hate what it means to love us.

So, am I supposed to just live
in fear for the rest of my life?

Die without ever knowing love?

Maybe you could just meet
him for coffee or something

- before we head back, girl.
- Yeah.

Where's the passion in that?

Listen, I know y'all care for me,

but I have to trust my
instincts on this one.

- I'm going.
- Wait.

If you're going to
go, at least take this.

Oh.

I feel like I'm in one of those
K-tel commercials or something,

selling one of those world's
greatest love song album.

That's good, right?

It's like a dream.

So, you do this to all
your damsels in distress?

No.

I'm not like that. I
take this job seriously.

Though I'll admit, sometimes the
rich white ladies will pretend

to be drowning in the hopes
of fulfilling some fantasy.

I go to Fordham the rest of the year.

I'm studying to be a doctor.

- For real?
- Yeah.

Damn, you must be smart.

My mom died of stomach
cancer when I was ten.

One thing I noticed, all the orderlies

were black and brown,
some of the nurses too,

but every doctor was white.

I'm sure they did their
best, but I think it helps

to be looked after by
one of your own, you know?

Do you have a dream?

I had one.

I'm in the beauty
profession, nails mostly.

I recently opened my very own salon,

but it burnt down.

That's terrible, I'm so sorry.

It's all right.

I'm a very optimistic person by nature.

But I've got no illusions about
the outside world having my back.

Outside world?

Um, you know, my community,
and the outside world,

and all those things.

I know, Blanca.

You don't have to pretend with me.

So you've been with
a girl like me before?

No. It's not like that.

You're a beautiful,

funny, soulful woman.

That's all that matters to me.

This has got to be a dream.

Can I kiss you?

Didn't you already do that earlier?

A real kiss.

I'm not stopping you.

- Where's she at, you guys?
- She should've been here by now. This is crazy.

- Do you think we should call the cops?
- Oh, my gosh, oh, my gosh.

Where have you been?
We were up all night.

I thought he gutted and drowned you.

We were five minutes away
from calling the po-po!

Aw, you really do love me.

Bitch.

- I'm just glad you're okay.
- Okay, bitch, sit down.

What happened? Tell us everything.

Here, this for you.

Okay. It was...

- It was perfect.
- I knew it!

I felt like I was the heroine,

- the star of some great romantic drama.
- Hmm?

- Ah, hoo.
- Keep going, Mother.

- Oh...
- Tell us the details.

Oh, we went on a walk
on the beach, uh...

I ain't never seen the moon that big...

that bright...

His skin glistened in it.

And girl, when I tell you
them muscles was popping...

- Mm...
- Yeah, but what about that muscle down there?

- Was he packing, 'cause I know he was, girl!
- Ooh!

Lulu!

I didn't raise you to be so vulgar.

- So Candy of you.
- Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh.

- That muscle, bitch.
- All we did was make out.

- It was
romantic. - Mm-hmm.

Not lustful at all, and it
was heartful and hopeful.

- It's definitely something I had been missing.
- Mm.

And I needed that.

I know that a man is
not gonna fill the void

of me losing my salon, but...

it was nice to be wanted and seen.

He made me believe that
good things are possible.

- Mm.
- Oh, Ma...

So?

- What?
- Did you tell him T?

- Oh, I didn't have to. He knew.
- What?!

Mm-hmm. He was a gentleman,
through and through.

- Girl, give me some.
- Ow, Ma.

Yes.

You gonna see him again?

I gave him my number.

But I ain't got no expectations.

Listen, it was perfect and brief.

I feel that.

- I'm glad I'm here with all of y'all.
- It's so good.

- Aw...
- We love you.

Girls' trip!

- Oh, my God!
- Girls' trip, girls' trip!

Girls' trip, girls' trip!

It's time to go home.

I assume you can peel yourself
out of this suit by yourself?

Yeah. Uh, sweat and everything
makes it nice and slippery.

Mistress Elektra? Thank you
for talking me into doing this.

I kept fantasizing that
you drove back to the city

without telling anyone I was here.

They wouldn't find me for days.

Or ever, maybe.

Do you realize how
luxurious your life is?

Yeah. I know. The house is great.

Not the house.

You have the luxury
of choosing loneliness.

For some people, it's not optional.

- Ooh, I like this one.
- Right? Can we turn up it?

- Yeah.
- Pull up the volume. Come on.

This is nice. Yes.

♪ Ooh, my first mistake was ♪

♪ I wanted too much time ♪

♪ I had to have him
morning, noon, and night ♪

♪ If I would of known then ♪

♪ The things that I know now ♪

♪ I might not have lost ♪

♪ The time I complain about ♪

♪ Don't waste your time ♪

♪ Fighting blind ♪

♪ Minded thoughts of despair ♪

♪ Hold on to your love ♪

♪ You got to hold on ♪

♪ Hold on to your love ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, baby, hold on ♪

♪ Hold on to your love ♪

♪ Oh, you got to hold on ♪

♪ Hold on to your love ♪

All right, now, I'm
about to show you, uh...

♪ The art of playing games now ♪

♪ Is not the hearts you break ♪

♪ It's 'bout good love you make ♪

♪ When his heart's on fire ♪

♪ Give him love every day ♪

♪ Remember he needs space ♪

♪ Be patient and he'll
give his heart to you ♪

♪ Don't waste your time ♪

♪ Fighting blind ♪

♪ Minded thoughts of despair ♪

♪ Hold on to your love ♪

- ♪ You got to hold on ♪
- ♪ Hey, yeah ♪

♪ Hold on to your love ♪

♪ You've got to hold on to your love ♪

- ♪ Hold on to your love ♪
- ♪ Yeah, hey, oh ♪

♪ Baby, hold on ♪

♪ Hold on to your love ♪

♪ Hold on to your love ♪

♪ You got to hold on ♪

- ♪ Hold on to your love ♪
- ♪ Don't let go ♪

- ♪ Keep the ties ♪
- ♪ Hold on... ♪

♪ Hang on tight, and don't let go ♪

♪ Hold on to your love ♪

♪ Don't let go ♪

♪ Hold on to your love. ♪

Yo, I needed that trip so badly,

and I didn't even know it.

We should do this once a year.

Make it a thing, just us girls.

Mm-hmm, just us girls.

Well, I got a feeling you gonna be

going out there a lot more often

if things with you and Adrian work out.

I'm gonna have to buy you

a Long Island Rail Road
express pass, Miss Honey.

Girl. Stop it. That boy probably
ain't even gonna call me.

Girl, how you know?

At least you had a little bit of loving.

I'm happy for you.

Could you stay with me for the night?

Keep your mother company?

Yeah, of course I'll stay.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Hey.

Listen, I know we're not
in the same house anymore,

- but I'm glad that we could still make it work.
- Aw, girl, you so dramatic.

- I'm your daughter, what are you talking about?
- Okay, fine.

I'm gonna call Papi real
quick and let him know

- not to expect me.
- Okay.

All right.

Ooh, Mother...

You got a new message.

What?

Oh. Can I play it?

It's probably another
bill collector, anyway.

I don't know. Let's find out.

Watch.

Hey, Blanca, it's Adrian. Um...

- He called!
- I know you're probably not home yet,

but I just wanted to
call and let you know

I'm thinking about you already.

I was thinking about that night.

I was thinking maybe we
could get together again soon.

Ooh... bitch.

- Ooh, his voice is so sexy.
- Okay, sister, mind your business.

The linens for your
bed are in the closet.

I'm gonna be on this
phone line for a while.

Go!

Hello?

Hey, Adrian.

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