All language subtitles for Pose.S02E06.WEBRip.x264-ION10

PRAY TELL:
Where my boys at?
Where my boys at?

Nice, nice.
The category is:

Back to the Future.

Bring it like it's 2015!

Yeah, baby. I see you, Tin Man.

Bring it.
It's like Reynolds Wrap

realness, baby.

(laughs)

Radiation realness.

Pop. Pop. Pop.
Pop, pop, pop.

Oh!

Judges, your scores.

Who's next?

-(whoosh)
-Ooh!

(crowd cheering)

She's giving me...
futuristic,

freaky Farrakhan.

Oh, yes.

Uh-huh.

Kwanzaa realness.

Kwanzaalina.

Judges, your scores.

Ten, ten, ten, ten, ten.

All right, the judges
like that one.

(whoops) Lord.

Lord have mercy.

-No, no, no.
-(crowd booing)

No. I said,
"Back to the Future,"

not Sinbad
after Weight Watchers.

Bitch, don't look at me
like that.

Judges, your scores.

Just as I suspected.

Grand prize goes to

-one-eyed Farrakhan, y'all.
-(crowd whoops, applauds)

Come on, give 'em a hand.

Beautiful work on that face.

Mm, mm, mm.

All right, y'all.

All right, so listen.
I have a... I have a...

Now, I have
a special announcement.

My... my-my AIDS Cabaret
is about a week away.

And my Blanca is walking around
with a bowl of tick-tickets.

So y'all make sure
y'all buy yourselves one.

All right. So...

the...

-(people gasping)
-Pray.

(gasps)
Open your eyes, Pray.

Somebody call an ambulance
or something.

WOMAN:
Ambulance!

-(sirens wail)
-BLANCA (sobbing): Come on.

-WOMAN: Ambulance.
-(clunking)

(faint radio chatter)

(sirens whooping)

(door opens)

(footfalls approach)

PRAY TELL:
The category is...

Live...

Work...

Pose!

*

(indistinct chatter)

(device hissing)

-Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.
-NURSE JUDY: Goddamn it.

-What? What is it?
-PRAY TELL: Take it off.

I can't get a read on his blood
pressure without bruising him.

I thought it was
the other machine, but...

But? But what?

-What's wrong with him?
-PRAY TELL: Yeah.

-What's wrong with me?
-DR. BROOKS: We're still
waiting on

blood tests to come back,
but based on this bruising

and the fact
that you passed out,

I'd say there's
something going on

with your platelets.

Have you been
more tired than usual?

PRAY TELL:
Yeah. I just thought

that was the old age kicking in.

Where are these bruises from?

I don't know. I think...

just bumping into stuff,
I guess.

They don't hurt, though.

-How are your bowel movements?
-Not good.

I haven't had a decent shit
since I started

these medications.

DR. BROOKS:
We'll schedule an endoscopy
to make sure

there's no ulcerative
conditions.

But all signs
are pointing to immune

thrombocytopenic purpura.

Thrombo-who? What?

What is he talking about?

You have low platelets
and internal bleeding.

-(sighs)
-DR. BROOKS: If this were
a slower progression,

I'd say it's HIV-related, but,

um, something this fast
is most likely

a reaction to the medication.

We're gonna
have to take you off the AZT.

I'll mix up some erythropoietin
for your I.V.

to help raise
your red blood cells.

But we're gonna
have to monitor you for a week.

I'm so sorry, Pray.

This is some bullshit.

This is some bullshit,
this is some bullshit.

-(Pray Tell sighs)
-Here.

Don't want that.

It works for some people,
not for everyone.

And the good news
is that AZT toxicity

is reversible in most cases.

This virus is attacking
my cells 24 hours a day.

Every day of the year.

That is not... reversible!

I want this shit out of me.

I'm sick of it.

I'm sick of not knowing
what it's doing to my insides.

I'm-I'm sick...

of not knowing...

how fast or how slow
I'm gonna go.

You got a lot of life
in you, Pray Tell,

-and we love you.
-(Pray Tell inhales sharply)

-(exhales slowly)
-NURSE JUDY: Honey, you're gonna

feel so much better
in a few days.

And I'm gonna be right here
by your bedside all week.

Yeah, and you don't have to
worry about that AIDS Cabaret.

Judy and I are gonna make sure
everything runs smoothly.

You just got to sit there
in the audience and watch.

And all that good music
is gonna remind you

of how you got to stay alive.

Don't treat me like a child.

Please.

Please, anything,
but don't do that.

Yeah, I want to live.

Y'all know I want to live.

But I just need to throw
a motherfucking

temper tantrum
every once in a while.

Can I have that, at least?

Just get the fuck out!

Get out! (sighs)

(Pray Tell sobbing softly)

I'm sorry.

(bell dings, door opens)

-Oh, God.
-We both know you're
gonna be out of business

eventually, but there's no need
to sabotage yourself.

Uh, my community
supports each other.

Don't get me wrong, I love gays.

I'm sorry, are you talking about
your hairdresser

or your personal stylist
at Bloomingdale's?

It's the AIDS I don't like.

Well, some of us can't just
pretend it ain't there.

Oh.

You think I haven't lost anyone?

Fabrizio,

my hairdresser
you so casually mentioned,

my cousin Christopher.

We used to make meatballs
at Grandma's house.

Kept his pillow-biting secret
even after he died

of "skin cancer."

We all knew, though.

It's why nobody came
to the funeral.

Everyone has felt the pain
of this thing.

That's why you, of all people,

want to make sure
no one is thinking about it

when they come through
that door, wondering if you've

properly cleaned
your instruments before use.

I got one of those sterilizing
machines in the back.

-Do you want to see it?
-No.

Actually, put your flyer
back in the window,

anything to get you
out of here sooner.

And just to prove
I don't have a heart of stone,

here's 20 bucks
for your little AIDS night.

Oh, wow.
20 actual whole dollars.

You know what?

I'm gonna come
and give a proper donation

in person.

Maybe I'll even
sing a song or two.

I was quite the singer
at Rutgers.

I could have had a career
on the stage,

but I just can't stand
being told what to do,

so acting wasn't for me.

Oh...

(bell dings)

(man hacking, coughing)

PRAY TELL:
Hey.

Hello, roomie.

-What's your name?
-Lewis Carter.

Pneumonia.

Pray Tell.

Low platelets.

I wish I could say
it was lovely to meet you.

(grunts)

-Hey, Lewis.
-(sighs)

You two rest up.

I'll be back with your meds.

Hey. Hey, don't I know you?

I don't believe so.

I thought I knew all
the black queens in town.

You ever go to the balls?

God, no.

Perhaps you've seen me
at B. Altman.

I used to work there.

Oh.

She a posh queen.

I am a college-educated man.

I am not a queen.

(faint chatter on television)

(laughter on television)

(Lewis coughing)

(coughing continues)

You okay?

-(coughing)
-(thudding, items clattering)

You want me to buzz the nurse?

(pained, hacking coughs)

(Lewis groaning, coughing)

-Nurse! Nurse!
-(monitor beeping)

I know what you're doing!
It's the drugs!

-Something's wrong.
-He's having a heart attack.

You're hurting him.
What poison did you give him?

Pray Tell, I need you
to get back in your bed.

-You gave him poison!
-Pray.

-Calm down.
-It's the drugs.

(yells)

(gasps)
Oh, my God.

(panting)

(muffled groaning)

-(groaning stops)
-(sustained beep)

(beep distorts)

(thunder crashes, rumbles)

(monitor beeping steadily)

(machines hissing, pumping)

(grunts)

CANDY:
My dearest Pray Tell,
please die soon

so I can have some goddamn
company here in hell.

You know you miss me.
Love, Candy.

*

CANDY:
Die, bitch.

-XOXO, Candy.
-(lighter flicks)

(cigarette sizzles)

Hello, Pray Tell.

I've come to give you
good news, bitch.

(thunder rumbles)

CANDY: Ooh, he left
the good shit here.

-Ooh.
-(pills rattling)

These Valium make you feel like

you're taking
a warm bath inside. Mm.

Are you a ghost?

Or am I dead, too?

(Candy chuckles)

Ooh. Stunning, bitch.

-I got this new girl
doing my makeup.
-(thunder rumbles)

She used to work at the Lancôme
counter at Bloomingdale's,

before her boyfriend killed her.

PRAY TELL:
So I'm dreaming?

It's all a dream, baby.

That's the first thing
you learn.

Me? I'm having the time
of my life.

I'm doing a photo shoot later
with Robert Mapplethorpe.

Then I got lunch with Lee.

That's Liberace, bitch.

Am I'm taking private
dance lessons from

the one and only Alvin Ailey.

So you're spending eternity
with people who died from AIDS?

That's my Heaven.

You make your own.

I prefer to be around people
who understand me.

-You'll see.
-No, I won't.

Not anytime soon.

I'm gonna fight.

For what?

To go to another ball?

To have another drink at a sad,
lonely bar where the crowd

just gets smaller and smaller
every night?

You want to be
the last one standing?

After you done said goodbye
to every last one

-of your friends?
-I'm alive.

There's always joy mixed in
with all of that pain.

You don't know pain, Pray Tell.

You may have held the hand
of your lovers

while they shit themselves
and drowned in their own bile,

but when it's you in that bed

and you got Saint Blanca
holding your hand

and looking down at you
with all her bullshit,

you're gonna wish you would've
given up gracefully sooner.

Wait.

What did you mean when you said

that those people
understand you?

Candy, did you have AIDS?

(sighs)
I never told nobody.

I was always careful.

With all my tricks.

Condoms every time,
no exceptions.

I'm not trying to hurt nobody.
(sighs)

But people treat you different
when you they know you're sick.

(thunder rumbles)

-But...
-(pills rattling)

-I'm your Angel of Mercy.
-(thunder crashes)

Take these.
It won't hurt.

I promise.

You'll just float on away.

Next thing you know,

you're in a bike ride
along the river...

with Perry Ellis

and Steve Rubell.

(thunder cracks)

(whispers):
I'm afraid.

Everyone is.

Here.

Trust me.

-I don't want to.
-(thunder cracks)

-(alarms blaring)
-Hello?

(alarms continue)

Hello?

(indistinct voice on radio)

-Hey.
-We lost power.

-What happened?
-Let's get you back into bed.

-Come on. Come on.
-Gracias.

(thunder crashes)

(thunder rumbling)

(man humming spiritual)

(humming continues)

Why are you singing?

-I'm singing for you, son.
-Don't call me son.

I'm not your son.

That song used to relax you.

Yeah.
And then what would you do

after I was good and relaxed?

You've got to forgive me, son.

Or else you're gonna be
carrying me

until the end of time.

You don't deserve
my forgiveness.

But I got to give it anyway.

For me.

Not for you.

I don't remember
what I did so wrong.

What you did was refuse
to tell the truth.

That you found my mother
so desperate for a man

after my father died,
and convinced her to marry you.

You seduced me!

I was 12 years old
when you started

playing footsies with me
under the table!

You slithered into my bed
under the cloak of night.

You said you loved me.

(sighs)

Why do we always fight
when we see each other?

The only time we didn't fight
was at my funeral.

You didn't say a word.

It was so peaceful.

I forgive you.
I forgive you. I forgive you.

I forgive you! I forgive you!

-COSTAS: Pray.
-(thunder rumbling)

(rain falling)

Shh. Baby.

You got to get dressed.

-Costas?
-Come on.

I am not letting you dance off
with those negative Nancies.

It is not your time.
Not tonight.

Come on.

Where... where are we going?

To the AIDS Cabaret.

Hundreds of men have died
in this hospital,

and they are waiting.

They need a show.
Come on.

Are you gonna be there?

Of course.
I'm here for you.

I'm here for you always.

*

*

* The night is bitter *

* The stars have lost
their glitter *

* The winds grow colder *

* And suddenly you're older *

* And all because *

* Of the man *

* That got away *

(light clunks)

* No more *

* His eager call *

* The writing's on the wall *

* The dreams you've dreamed *

* Have all *

-* Gone astray... *
-(saxophone playing)

* The man that won you *

* Has run off and undone you *

* That great beginning *

* Has seen the final inning *

* Don't know what happened *

* It's all a crazy *

* Game *

* No more *

* That all-time thrill *

* For you've *

* Been through the mill *

* And ne-ne-never a new love *

* Will be the same *

* Tuh! *

* Good riddance *

* Goodbye *

* Every trick of his *

* You're onto *

* But fools *

* Will be fools *

* And where's *

* He gone *

* To *

* The road gets rougher *

* It's lonelier and tougher *

* With hope you burn up *

* Tomorrow he will turn up *

* There's just no letup *

* The live long night *

* And day... *

* Ever since this world *

* Began *

* There is nothing *

* Sadder than... *

* A one-man man *

* Looking for the man *

* That got *

* Away *

* The man *

* That got *

* Away *

-(saxophone plays flourish)
-* Ooh. *

-(applause)
-Thank you.

Thank you all.

I hope I've entertained you.

(distorted, distant):
Thank you.

-NURSE JUDY: Pray?
-(applause fades)

Pray Tell?

-Baby?
-PRAY TELL: Am I...

Am I losing my mind?

(indistinct chatter nearby)

(sighs)

(chatter growing louder)

(sighs)

-ANGEL: No!
-(loud chatter continues)

-(Angel yells)
-What the hell is wrong
with y'all?

Y'all ain't got nothing
better else to do

than making all this racket
in here?

How about maybe cleaning up
this damn pig sty?

We was just celebrating

'cause Angel
booked another campaign.

Yeah. Her agent said
that this might be the chance

-that she gets to get
that Guess Jeans ad.
-Stop it. Stop that.

You know what?
That is wonderful and all,

but I am trying to put this
Cabaret set list together

and design the room,
and you know

how hard it is for me
with my dyslexia.

I'm trying to book talent,

and Johnny Mathis's manager
isn't even returning my calls.

This was all Pray Tell's job.
I'm getting...

Sorry, Mom.

Sorry to hear about
your dyslexia.

-Did she always have dyslexia?
-I don't know.

(conversation continues
indistinctly)

You're overworked.

(sighs)

You're doing all of this,

and you're running
your business,

and you're being a mother.

Let me help you.

It's... Angel, it's not that.

It's really not that. I...

It's a lot,
but busy don't bother me.

I just feel like
I'm causing a death.

What?

I made Pray Tell take the AZT,
and if that takes him away,

then that'll be his blood
on my hands.

Stop.

You did what you thought
was best for him.

And that drug is all there is.

He had to try it.

You know that.

Don't nobody can make Pray do
anything Pray don't want to do.

Not even your ass.

So stop.

I love you.

-Oh, thank you.
-Oh, hey.

Ta-da.

-Baby, you look fine.
-Well, honey,

I wasn't gonna show up
in my scrubs.

I'm glad somebody turned it out.

I spent all week tracking down
every performer

in the phone book,
but nobody was available.

I feel like a failure.

You are bringing in the money,
and a success is a success.

I did get that crazy landlady
of mine to agree to perform.

Well, actually,
she invited herself.

Now, we need to get started.

Where's Pray?

-Don't get me started.
-Excuse me?

BLANCA:
What the hell is this, Pray?

I talked to Judy.

You're stable,
you're on the mend,

and you'll be out of here
in about a day or two.

Now, get your ass
out of this bed.

There are people out there
that need to see you.

-Are you gonna be there?
-Of course I am.

Then I'm fine right here.

(sighs)

You're mad, Pray.

Ha! You think?

I got good reason to be.

Well, I did what I did
'cause I care for you.

You think I ain't never
been angry before?

Searching everyplace
for an enemy,

someone to scream at,
someone to blame for my HIV?

Well, that somebody ain't me.

You are my family.

And believe me,

I'm just as scared
of you leaving as you are.

And the only one of us
who can be mad right now is me.

And that's because neither of us
know how much time we have left

or how many moments
we are gonna have,

and you're being
spiteful and shit,

taking this experience
away from us today.

Fuck you.

Fuck you, too.

(clicks tongue) Now, get up
and put on some cologne

that make you smell
like an old whore.

-Ex-squeeze me?
-Get your life together.

The show starts in ten minutes.

(playing intro to Prince's
"Sometimes It Snows in April")

* Tracy died soon after *

* A long-fought civil war *

* Just after I'd wiped away *

* His last tear *

* I guess he's better off *

* Than he was before *

* A whole lot better off *

* Than the fools he left here *

* I used to cry for Tracy *

* 'Cause he was my only friend *

* Those kinds of cars *

* Don't pass you every day *

* I used to cry for Tracy *

* 'Cause I wanted
to see him again *

* But sometimes, sometimes *

* Life ain't always the way *

* Sometimes it snows in April *

* Sometimes I feel so bad *

* So bad *

* Sometimes I wish *

* That life was never-ending *

* And all good things,
they say *

* Never last *

* And all good things,
they say *

* Never last *

* And love isn't love *

* Until it's passed. *

(applause)

-Thank you.
-(cheering)

Oh, God, these are shitty times
we're living in.

But these three kids
are keeping New York alive.

Give it up for Ricky,
Damon and Lulu!

(cheering, applause)

Damon, baby.

ANGEL (chanting):
Evange...

lista!

(chanting):
Wintour!

-Evange...
-NURSE JUDY: Okay, kids.

-...lista.
-Bring it down.

-Okay, okay, okay. Sit down.
-(chanting dies down)

-Behave yourselves.
-Lista!

NURSE JUDY:
All right. Listen.

We have a lot more show here.

Our next performer
is actually in real estate.

Welcome, Frederica.

(scattered applause)

I know what you're thinking.

Who is this broad, and why
is she at an AIDS Cabaret?

-(murmuring) -My dear friend
Blanca made me realize

that I haven't done enough
for AIDS, so from now on,

I'm going to be an advocate.

I've always fashioned myself
after Elizabeth Taylor,

-with my jewels, my furs...
-(indistinct whispering)

This bitch is crazy.

First she want to evict me,
now she want to be my friend?

I even wanted to be
an actress like her.

I took singing lessons
and ballet classes

like all the other girls
in Scarsdale.

But the world had
bigger plans for me.

The world wanted me
to be a tycoon.

Today,
I'd like to fashion myself

after Elizabeth Taylor...

with my philanthropy.

-(whispers): Check if it's real.
-Shh!

-I'll take two.
-(whispers): Shut up.

And now...

the gift of song.

"I'm Still Here," in E-flat.

(band playing intro to Stephen
Sondheim's "I'm Still Here")

* Good times and bum times *

* I've seen them all
and, my dear *

* I'm still here *

* Plush velvet sometimes *

* Sometimes just
pretzels and beer *

* But I'm here *

* I've stuffed the dailies *

* In my shoes *

* Strummed ukuleles,
sung the blues *

* Seen all my dreams disappear *

* But I'm here *

* I've slept in shanties,
guest of the WPA *

* But I'm here *

-* Danced in my scanties *
-(laughter)

* Three bucks a night
was the pay *

* But I'm here *

* I've stood in breadlines *

* With the best *

* Watched while the headlines
did the rest *

* In the Depression,
was I depressed? *

* Nowhere near *

(laughter)

* I became a big financier *

* And I'm here *

(indistinct chatter)

* I've gotten through
"Hey, lady *

* "Aren't you whoozis? *

* Wow, what a looker you were" *

* Or better yet, "Sorry,
I thought you were whoozis *

* Whatever happened to her?" *

* Oh, good times and bum times *

* I've seen them all
and, my dear *

* I'm still here *

* Plush velvet sometimes *

* Sometimes just
pretzels and beer *

* But I'm here *

* I've run the gamut *

* A to Z *

* Three cheers and damn it *

* C'est la vie *

* I got through
all of last year *

* And I'm here *

* Lord knows,
at least I was there *

* And I'm here *

* Look who's here *

* I'm still here... *

(cheering)

(whooping, applause)

-(song ends)
-(cheering and applause)

-(both laugh)
-Frederica.

I had no idea.
You are incredible.

Well, I'm sorry I didn't
give you more credit.

-Never underestimate
a New Yorker.
-Hmm.

I've got to make a quick
phone call, check on business,

but I'll be back.

I don't want to miss
the rest of the performances.

All right, well,
give it up for Frederica.

-Come on, come on.
-(cheering, applause)

All right, well, now would be a
good time to take a little break

from our program to look at some
of the silent auction items.

(distant): Remember,
dig deep into those pockets.

It's for a good cause.

How's it going?

This shit takes time.

-We need another hour or two.
-You have one.

I'll keep her here,
but I want that place emptied

and boarded up
with locks changed.

(piano playing intro to Stephen
Sondheim's "Sooner or Later")

* I'm going to love you
like nothing you've known *

(light laughter)

* I'm gonna love you
and you all alone *

* Sooner is better than later *

* But, lover *

* I'll hover *

* I'll plan *

* And this time,
I'm not only getting *

* I'm holding *

* My man... *

Yes, Mother!

-(vocalizes)
-(applause)

-(cheering, applause)
-Yes, Mother.

That's my mom.
That's my mother.

That's my mom.

Yes, Mother!

Thank you, Elektra,
for that rendition.

All right,
before I go any further,

I would like to announce that,

between ballroom donations
and silent auctions

and ticket sales,
we raised over $4,000.

-(cheering, applause)
-$4,000. Yes.

We raised more than $4,000

for Minority Task Force on AIDS.

And I just want to thank y'all
for that contribution.

*

Raising money for HIV and AIDS

has always been
a passion of mine.

Not because I like singing
and carrying on with my family,

but because...

...I'm someone who lives
with the virus.

(crowd gasps)

And I'm not saying that
because I want your pity.

It's because I want y'all to see
what this disease looks like.

It looks like me.
It looks like you.

The first letter in-in HIV
stands for "human."

-Yes.
-(snapping fingers)

And I want y'all
to never forget that.

(Lulu, Ricky, Damon vocalizing
"Love's in Need of Love Today")

* Good morn or evening,
friends *

* Here's your
friendly announcer *

* I have serious news
to pass on *

* To everybody *

* What I'm about to say *

* Could mean
the world's disaster *

* Could change your joy
and laughter *

* To tears *

* And pain *

* It's that love's *

* In need *

* Of love today *

* Don't delay *

* Send yours in right away *

* Hate's going round *

* Breaking many hearts *

* Stop it, please *

* Before it's gone too far *

* Yeah *

* Ooh... *

BLANCA:
* Whoa, whoa... *

-(cheering)
-* Whoa... *

* The force of evil plans *

* To make you its possession *

* And it will if we let it *

* Destroy everybody *

* We all must take *

* Precautionary measures *

* If love and peace
you treasure *

* Then you'll hear me
when I say *

* Whoa, that love's *

* Love's in need *

* Of love today *

* Don't delay *

* Send yours in right away *

* Ha-Ha-Hate's *

* Going round *

Come on, y'all.

* Breaking many hearts *

* Stop it, please *

* Before it's gone too far *

* People, you know that love *

* Love's in need *

* Of love *

* Did you ever think
that love would be *

* In need of love today? *

* Don't delay *

* Send yours in right away *

-* Ooh, hate, yeah *
-* Hate's going round *

* Let's bring it down a little *

* Love is very peaceful,
let's bring it down a little *

-* Yeah *
-* Yeah *

* Yeah *

-* Yeah *
-* Yeah *

* Just give the world love. *

(cheering, applause)

(whooping)

(whooping)

Yeah!

I've never seen anything
quite like today.

Did you really put that concert
together yourself?

Yes, I did,
with the help of my friends.

I'm glad you came, Frederica.

You know,
I really misjudged you.

No hard feelings.

I would really love to know

exactly how you mounted
such a production.

Do you think we could talk,
businesswoman to businesswoman?

Yeah, why don't you come over
to my nail salon tomorrow.

I'll give you a free mani/pedi
on the house.

Tomorrow's not good for me.

How about I treat you
to dessert?

Well, if you're paying,
I want a three-course meal.

Perfect!

That's two hours
of great conversation

-with my new girlfriend.
-Awesome.

Kiki!

(indistinct whispering)

So, what kind of stuff is there?

That bitch.

PRAY TELL:
Hello?

What does a bitch have to do
to get a drink around here?

Aw, Mr. Pray.

Mr. Tell. You know Mother say
you can't have no booze.

She said you could have milk.

You want some milk?
You want some milk.

You know you can't stop me
from drinking

when I walk up
out of this place.

Yeah, but my voice gonna be
in your head before you do.

And where's the
arroz con pollos?

-And the frijoles?
-DAMON: Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

We are putting you
on a butter diet.

-LIL PAPI: Mm-hmm.
-DAMON: Spaghetti with butter

and crescent rolls with butter.

We gonna get that AZT
right out of your system.

Butter's what's gonna
flush that gut out,

and it's gonna make you
gain some weight back.

Hmm.

(sighs):
Oh, it's so good to be home.

(choking up):
It really is.

Aw.

-Well, eat up
before it get cold.
-ANGEL: Damn, Mother,

that witch really played you.

That's crazy, she really
kept you held back

just so she could
close up the shop.

I filed a lawsuit at the
New York Housing Department.

-Nice.
-That could take months,
even years.

Well, that's why
I've been taking

what I learned
from those Act Up protests.

Starting at 8:00 a.m.
in the morning,

ending at 6:00 p.m.,
we gonna go out there

and protest in front
of my nail salon

she closed down.

And that's what's gonna create
some noise, you hear me?

We gonna shame her ass
into backing down.

That bitch don't want
to see our faces

next to hers on "Page Six."

You get 'em, killer diller.

Now, let me ask you something.

You couldn't put
some parsley in here?

-Or some salt and pepper?
-You really gonna judge my...

-Well, that's because
it's for you.
-There are seasonings...

-Seasonings are okay.
-It's not for anybody else.

(chanting):
A crook! A crook!

Frederica is a crook!

A crook! A crook!

Frederica is a crook!

A crook! A crook!

Frederica is a crook!

-Well, are you having fun yet?
-No.

I think that a real protest
needs real people.

-You're so right.
-Look over there.

HOUSE OF FEROCITY (chanting):
A crook! Frederica is a crook!

A crook! A crook!

Frederica is a crook!

And look over there.

HOUSE OF WINTOUR:
Frederica is a crook!

A crook! A crook!

Frederica is a crook!

A crook! A crook!

-A lot of people.
-(chanting continues)

I thought maybe about...

50 people or so
would get the news out.

Which is the only reason
I showed up.

This outfit has to be seen
by the world.

ALL (chanting):
A crook! A crook!

Frederica is a crook!

A crook! A crook!

Frederica is a crook!

A crook! A crook!

Frederica is a crook!

A crook! A crook!

Frederica is a crook!

-Shit.
-A crook! A crook!

Frederica is a crook!

A crook! A crook!

Frederica is a crook!

A crook! A crook!

Frederica is a crook!

A crook! A crook!

(dog barking outside)

*

Bitch, you ain't
supposed to be here.

I'm not hallucinating anymore.
Get out.

Oh, Miss Thing, get ready,

'cause I'm about to haunt
your ass from now on.

Jesus.

I guess I did die and go to hell
in that hospital.

Nah, you ain't dead yet.

You didn't accept my invitation.
It's okay.

That's why I'm here,
to remind you.

The invitation stays open,
whenever you're ready to RSVP.

Every dark night of your soul,

Candy's gonna be there,

tempting you to leave
all this pain behind

and come along with me.

So, you my travel agent now?

To the ultimate destination.

Well, you can cancel
my reservation,

'cause I ain't going nowhere.

I have plenty of fight
left in me.

(Candy chuckles)

Go ahead.

Keep haunting me.

I'm telling you now, and I'm
gonna keep on telling you.

It's not my time.

*

Captioned by
Media Access Group at WGBH