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Previously on The
L Word: Generation Q...

Do you really

live in L.A. again?

I live in a one-bedroom in
Koreatown with five other girls.

Well, if you ever need some space,

I think there's some extra
bedrooms in the back.

- Who's that?
- My wife.

- Sophie Suarez, will you marry me?
- Yes. Yes, yes, yes.

Today's Alice's day
to drop off the kids.

Oh, sh... I'm sorry.

Did you want to take them?

Oh, no. It's fine.

That's not the point.

Would you want to grab dinner later?

Sounds fun.

Yesterday, during a forum,
a man publicly accused

mayoral candidate Bette Porter

of having an affair with his wife.

- Is that correct?
- That's correct.

Shame on you!

Ms. Porter. Bette.

Do you know how humiliating
it is to be your daughter?

- Are you high right now?
- We vaped.

Give me your phone.

- You're grounded.
- I am damn good at my job.

But I want to work for
someone I believe in.

And I came here today
because I believe in you.

You've started your professional
life in a compromised industry.

If you want to win,

I think you need me.

_

Oh, fuck.

Okay.

Yeah.

What the fuck?

- Who's that?
- What is that? What is that?

- Did you order Postmates?
- No.

Oh, oh, Amazon.

- Amazon comes late. No?
- No, I didn't order anything.

- Okay.
- I'll check it out.

Are you... Okay. All
right, I'm gonna come.

Maybe I should call the cops.

No. We'll just go check it out.

What if they see us?

I'm just gonna peek.

Nat?

I know you're in there.

- Just open the door.
- Ah, fuck.

You didn't need to change the locks.

I just want to talk to you.

Can... Hi. Can you come here, please?

- Nat. Nat, hey. Could you...
- It's, uh, my ex-wife.

- Oh. Great. That's great news.
- Can you at least look at me?

- Nat?
- I thought we were about to get murdered.

Is somebody in there? Who is that?

- Who are you talking to?
- Go home, Gigi.

Are you fucking kidding me?

- I said, go home.
- Oh, my fucking God!

- Should I be scared?
- No, she's mostly harmless.

You fucking bitch!

- What is she doing?
- Not entirely sure.

- She's back.
- Wha... Is she... ?

- Does she have... ?
- She's holding...

Bitch!

Fine, you won't...

Okay, yeah, no, that's
a hammer. It's a hammer.

- I'm calling the cops.
- No-no-no-no-no-no.

She's... it appears she's
returning her wedding ring.

There.

You happy?

- I hope you're fucking happy.
- Wow.

She's really dramatic.

- She an actress?
- Fuck you!

Wow. Okay, she's fucking scary.

I am so sorry.

This is not at all how I
expected our first night to go.

Yeah, no, it's fine. It's fine.

- Should I go?
- No. No. Please don't go.

So you were married to that person?

Yeah. She's a really great mom.

Oh.

- Should we... ?
- I mean, I don't see why not.

Oh, my God. Okay.

I'm inviting my whole family
to the engagement party...

aunts, uncles, cousins, second cousins.

I mean, you know, it's
last minute, so, you know...

I, uh, pray to God that
they don't all come,

but when there's free
food, odds aren't great.

Should I invite Alice?

I can't decide what's less
weird for her, you know?

I have to tell you something.

What is it?

I got a new job.

- Oh.
- I'm going to run

PR for Bette Porter's campaign.

I get to be a part of something
that I actually believe in.

Well, you should've talked to me first.

Oh. I thought that...

I thought that you'd be happy for me.

And I thought that we were slowing down.

Settling into our lives together.

- I know I am.
- We are, but...

Yeah, but we talked before
I took the job with Alice.

Why should this be any different?

Guys, listen, I'm
taking José to Topolino

for our first date.

You know that fancy place near La Mill?

I haven't actually told him this yet,

but I got this gift card, you
know? So I just thought, like,

I might as well just use
it on this really cute guy

and have, like, a great date.

'Cause it wouldn't make sense
for me to go with you guys,

'cause I'd be, like, a third
wheel, and that'd be weird.

And... shit, that's really
dumb, isn't it? That's dumb.

- No, no-no-no, it's not that.
- Now I'm thinking

that we probably shouldn't have
our engagement party this week.

Of course we should still have it.

Yeah, but it might be too much, though.

Okay, it smells like stress
sweat in here. Is it me?

- No.
- Yeah.

Hey! Morning.

You're still here.

Yeah. You want some breakfast?

I, uh, I picked up some
things from the dollar store.

Oh! And, um, also got you coffee.

There you go. How about that?

Thanks.

It's from one of those packet things.

Good, right?

So, I heard three voices

coming from your room last night.

- How wasted were you?
- I wasn't.

Seriously, though,

no judgment.

I don't think I've ever had sober sex.

I need that liquid courage, you know?

Or, like, I can't even
tell if someone's into me.

Well, just try listening,
and they'll tell you.

That's deep.

I think there...

there may have been...

a little miscommunication.

You want me to get it,
or can I finish my sando?

All right, yeah. Your house. You get it.

What?

Yeah, delivery for Shane McCutcheon.

No, she's not here.

Who was it? What'd he want?

Just was curious how
long you plan on staying.

One week. Two max.

You know what, let's
not put a max on it.

You needed to see me?

Yes.

How do you like your new office?

This place is beautiful.

If you need anything
special, ask Hector.

He'll get you anything you need.

Thank you, Pa.

Hey.

You deserve it, cariño.

You raised me well.

Thank you.

You raised me to do what's right

and to be an independent thinker.

And I've worked for you for
every day of my adult life,

and I couldn't be more grateful.

But...

Bette Porter offered me a position.

She wants me to run PR for her campaign.

Can you please say something?

What do you want me to say, hmm?

You want my blessing, my permission?

You're not gonna get it.

If you think she has
something to offer you

- that I haven't given you here...
- Dad.

Take your things.

I'll make sure someone walks you out.

I proposed to Sophie.

So that's good news, at least.

That's a lot for one morning.

Dad.

- Dad, wait.
- We're finished here.

Just because you have a day off

doesn't mean that I have
a day off. Good morning.

I could have taken care of myself.

Well, you've actually proven
that's not entirely true.

Good morning.

Oh, look, that's for me.

- Thank you so much.
- You're welcome, Ms. Porter.

Oh, fantastic.

Okay, so, it's mailer day.

So, you sit here,

and you're gonna put the...

- Sorry.
- Okay. You're gonna put

these labels on these mailers.

Okay, how long do I have to do this for?

Until they're finished.

Can Jordi come help?

I don't really want you hanging
out with Jordi right now.

Why? I didn't ditch because of her.

Look, if you want to call one of
your classmates to come help you...

I hate everyone at that fucking school.

Well, then, I guess you're on your own.

Okay.

And do me a favor?

Take it easy on the
fucking f-bombs, okay?

Thank you.

It just rubbed me the
wrong way, you know?

I feel like she proposed,
and then she fucked up.

Are you guys both gonna
wear, like, dresses?

Why you got to say it like that?

I don't know. I'm grossed out.

Fuck.

You know what's scary?

I've never actually seen what
a good marriage looks like.

My dad left the day my sister was born.

Well, my parents kicked
me out of the house

and sleep in separate beds,

so that's one way to do it.

Network's here.

- What?
- Well, we went rogue.

- Won't they be pissed?
- They can't be. We crushed it.

Aren't agents already e-mailing you

trying to get their clients on the show?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

See? They're probably here
to celebrate me. Come on.

You got this.

It's all you.

And this is all me.

If Porter stands any
chance of winning this,

she needs to give voters a reason

to look past the Felicity Adams scandal.

If she can do that remains to
be seen. Her favorability...

Dani. Hi. Great to see you.

Excited to be here.

Yeah, look, so, I'm just
gonna throw you right in.

We got a meeting in Bette's
office in five minutes.

- Okay?
- Okay. If you'll just point me

to my office so I can put my
things down, I'll be right there.

Just take any open desk. It
is not that kind of party.

Whoa, sorry.

No, that's okay.

It's incredible, right?

Judy Chicago loaned it to me.

I've always loved her.

I'll never forget the first time
I saw The Dinner Party.

She's always had such a clear mission.

You know, like she never
deviated from the goal.

It's inspiring.

- Don't you think?
- Yes.

Shall we?

Bottom line is,

and I hate to be the bad guy here,

but you can't change your
interview guest at the last minute.

You can't just interview
your friends, right?

Well, I thought it went really well.

- Didn't you?
- You got lucky.

When we bought your
podcast, we bought a brand.

A poppy, fun, palatable lesbian brand.

We want to build off that.

I do, too. I really do. I...

It's just I'm a very... curious person,

and I think my audience is, too.

And I just want to give them
a little credit. You know,

I think we have a real
opportunity to make an impact.

And we will always be completely open

to your ideas.

But we got to stay true to
our season one audience, right?

But they might be interested
in something more substantial.

It's unlikely.

I'm... I... Is there... ?

This is Drew Wilson.

- Oh.
- Big fan.

Drew has written for Seth, Sarah

and all the Jimmys.

We want you to get to know him,

see where he might be useful.

Take some of the pressure off you a bit.

Let him help maintain the brand

that your audience
has come to love, okay?

I am so sorry to interrupt,

but, um...

Uh, hmm. Yeah, I don't, I
don't know what that means.

Oh. Ri... uh, his school called.

- Whose school?
- Eli's. Your, uh, stepkid?

Oh. Oh.

Yeah, he's sick and, uh,
Nat's in session with clients

and Gigi's away, I guess?

So, um...

So...

- so, me, then?
- Uh...

- Looking like it, yeah.
- Okay.

Everything okay?

Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Um, it's a, it's, like, a sick kid.

Oh.

Family comes first.

Well, it... They don't h-have to, if...

Well, it's not a problem.

- Uh, Drew will fill you in.
- Yeah.

Um, cool. Well, I am gonna go to school.

Thanks. Thanks. Okay.

All right, look, you got to call Shane,

- 'cause I am not doing this alone.
- Copy that.

- And he better be really fucking sick.
- Copy that.

Uh, so, where were we?

I absolutely hear you.

We should not have gone over your
head. That won't happen again.

But we're getting some really
interesting interview requests.

And we're excited about
that, but you can't take

big swings like that
without our approval.

Well, Lena Waithe wants to come on.

- She's perfect.
- And fun.

Uh, maybe we could, uh,
play a game with her.

Uh, Alice and Lena could,
uh, play a drinking game.

- We could do it blindfolded.
- Yes, yes, yes.

Yes, and she and Alice could
have an honest conversation

about the importance of
queer representation in film.

- Well, sure, sure.
- Yeah, yeah.

Uh, Drew will fill in the details.

- Mm-hmm.
- Great get, Sophie.

I think we dodged a bullet.

If we bring up the affair again,

it becomes a self-inflicted wound.

I think it's best if we
focus on our town hall

- at the LGBT Center.
- I hear you.

I'm concerned if we don't
take control of the narrative,

it'll bite us in the ass.

And what do you propose we do?

Get an on-the-record
statement from Felicity Adams.

She and a mediator are
available to come in today.

Wait a minute, you already reached out?

Sorry, I thought I was
taking point on this.

Wait, why would she agree to come here?

Well, I offered a neutral location,

but Felicity seemed fine to come in.

I can push back if you want,

but I do prefer that
we do it on our turf.

No, it's-it's fine.

Bette's already given an
account of what's happened.

Yeah, But Felicity hasn't.

We want to get ahead of
any potential discrepancies

in your stories.

We need to protect this campaign.

Okay.

Let's circle the wagons.

- Bring her in here.
- Okay.

And, uh, take her up the back stairs.

I know how to be discreet.

But do you know where
the back stairs are?

No, I don't.

I don't want Angie to be
here when she comes in.

Kacey is taking a group out to canvass,

so she can go with them.

Great. Thank you.

And, looking ahead,

is there anything else I need to know?

Meaning?

Is there anything else
people could use against you?

You are scheduled to be
at Glassell Park Elementary

for a photo op in 45 minutes.

- Please have the car waiting.
- You got it.

Um, okay.

Well, I spent a night in jail.

Uh, civil disobedience.
The charges were dropped.

Okay.

I cheated on my ex-wife.

Does she know you were unfaithful?

Yes. She knows.

- Anything else?
- A friend of mine

died by suicide on my property.

She drowned in my pool.

- Her name?
- Jenny Schecter.

S-C-H-E-C-T-E-R.

- Good luck.
- Hey, thanks.

- Call me if you need me.
- I will.

Except you won't hear from me at all.

Okay, I'll see you.

Nobody likes the new guy, right?

But I am excited

to be here with you ladies.

I'm just here to be helpful.

Sure.

I'm gonna go find my office.

Ah, I-I think it's that way, boss.

Definitely not that way.

Yeah, that guy's a real bag of dicks.

Mm-hmm.

I don't want to talk to Dani.

I think I need a drink.

I'll hang with you.

Uh, that's okay.

I'm-a call my sister. All right?

- Okay. All right, I'll just...
- You take care, buddy.

No worries. I'll hydrate.

All good here.

Okay, okay, buddy.

Okay. All right. Come on, Alice.

- The door, get the door.
- Alice, focus.

- Yeah. What do you need?
- Can you get me a bucket? Please.

- Like, a what? Like, a...
- A bucket, Alice.

- A bucket. What's a bucket? Are you okay?
- Okay, yeah, yeah.

It hurts! Alice!

Come on, Al, hurry up.
Please, this is not a drill.

He's gonna fucking blow any second.

- I'm gonna puke.
- Oh, a Crock-Pot?

- Would a Crock-Pot do it?
- Yes, a Crock-Pot!

I don't care. Just get me
something. Jesus Christ.

- Not my jacket.
- Oh, God.

Not my jacket, not my jacket.

- Oh, God.
- Oh, my God!

Okay. Oh, God.

- Okay...
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, God, that smells so bad.

I want Mama.

Oh, yeah, no, I want her, too.

I know, I know, I know.
Can you get me a rag?

Oh, yeah, that's a good idea. Okay.

- For the fucking kid, not for you.
- Oh, yeah.

You okay? It's gonna
be all right, all right?

It's gonna be all right, all right?

Mommy's gonna come home tonight.

Yeah. Your mommy's
gonna come home tonight.

Did you get it all out?

- Did you get it all out?
- What are you doing?

- I-I, I d-don't know.
- You want to go lay down?

Yeah? All right.

You show me your favorite
spot on the couch, all right?

- Okay.
- Here, just...

Yeah, mm-hmm. Okay.

All right. Uh...

- Is... who is that?
- Hmm? Oh, he loves it.

- He loves it.
- Yeah? Okay.

All right.

There you go. How's that?

- Oh, yeah. That's good.
- Is that good?

All right.

All right.

You okay?

How are you doing this?

- It's crazy.
- I mean...

kids are people.

But they're not. They're,
like, they're, like, half-sized.

They're, like, half-people.

Well, I'm glad you called me, Al.

You should have had kids with Quiara.

You're really good at it.

I'm surprised she didn't convince you.

She didn't.

You miss her that bad, huh?

Oh, I'm okay.

Alice, I'm so sorry.

Yeah, that's never fun.

Yeah, but the Crock-Pot,

that was a, that was
a creative solution.

Yeah, you know I would come,

I just, I'm-I'm still
here at the office.

I'm waiting to see how this goes.

Yes. She's here.

- Thanks for coming in.
- Don't be silly. I'll be fine.

Let me know if you need anything else.

What?

Yeah, no, I'm... no, I'm
here, I'm here. Yeah. Go on.

Sophie, where do you
and Dani keep your good wine?

There's a bottle in the fridge.

Oh, my God, girl,

I can't believe you're getting married.

I know.

No, no, no.

- Para mi, sí. Gracias.
- How did she propose?

- Hmm.
- Did she get down on one knee?

I love a good proposal.

You're gonna look so
good in a white suit.

What do you think I
should do with my hair?

Ay, niña, anything is better
than what Tía Nancy did

- at her wedding.
- Oh, my God.

- Horrible.
- Ay, dios mío.

Que mal gusto. So, what
are you going to do with your hair?

Oh, I don't know.

Well, wait, what do you
mean, you don't know?

I don't know. I don't know
what I'm-a do with my hair.

- What's wrong?
- What?

Noth... Why are you
calling me out? Nothing.

- Mamita.
- I don't know.

I know you. What's wrong?

- I'm just scared.
- Of what?

I'm just scared that she's gonna keep

making decisions without me.

Let it go, mi'ja.

Yeah, so what?

You're gonna have a big fun wedding

- like rich people.
- Yes!

- Oh, God.
- You'll figure it out

- after the wedding.
- Yes.

Or if things don't get better...

You can always get divorced.

That's not funny.

So, what do you want
me to cook on Friday?

Please do not make corn.

What are you doing?

Oh, shit. Hey.

Uh, I thought, if you
didn't want to buy stuff,

maybe we can build it.

Sick, right?

It's actually not bad.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

You gonna stain it?

Oh, I thought I'd leave that up to you.

Since you pay to live here and all.

Ah. That's thoughtful.

So, what's up? You
want to go out tonight?

No.

Well, uh, I'll buy.

Okay, you'll buy.

But, uh, I did pick up some
toilet paper from work,

so you can't say I'm not contributing.

- What's this?
- Oh. I don't know.

It came for you earlier.
I signed for it.

So really,

that is two ways I'm
contributing to the household.

Shit. Did I do something wrong?

No.

Let's go.

Does that mean we're going out?

Oh!

Hold on, I got to put
on my good pants, though.

Thank you very much.

Thank you.

Wow. This place is nice.

You know, I would've been
happy to go to Garage Pizza.

No. I wanted to go somewhere with forks.

Oops.

Yeah, that was funny. You're funny.

I have my moments.

Look, um, I don't think
I can make it all the way

through dinner without
telling you something first.

- I...
- I know. You're trans.

- I saw you on Grindr.
- I've got a gift card.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

- Oh, my God.
- Yeah. It's...

- I-I am so sorry.
- You hate, you hate the gift card?

No. No.

I feel so stupid for
saying the thing I said.

Oh, no. No, no, it's okay. It's-it's...

- No. No, no, no.
- That's so rude of me.

I did this lecture at L.A.
City College last year,

and they paid me in this hundred
dollar gift card and I've just,

I've been waiting for the
right person to use it on.

Now that I say that out loud, though,

I-I kind of want to take it back.

Okay, okay, hold on, hold on.

All right. Here's what we're gonna do.

We just need to get as many
things as possible for 80 bucks,

so that we can leave a tip and
then just not pay for anything.

We could also just bail and get coffee.

You can get me coffee tomorrow morning.

Oh.

Okay.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Oh, it's, uh, venison and foie grass.

Expensive.

I don't know if you're
saying that right.

♪ My charm, my charm ♪

♪ But I'm so grooved
since I lost my cool ♪

♪ I ain't want to cause
emotional harm, hey ♪

♪ Look at that girl in the sundress ♪

♪ And how it get stuck between ♪

♪ All right, look at that
girl in the sundress... ♪

So, uh, what was in that envelope?

♪ Sundress... ♪

Nothing.

Okay.

I just want you to know,
I'd help you hide a body.

That's all I'm gonna say about that.

♪ For the night, that's
you, baby girl... ♪

Hey...

What if you just put
that down for a second,

looked around?

- Hmm.
- Just a thought.

You're right. Gonna have to go live.

Excuse me, can I get two
shots of your cheapest tequila?

- Sure thing.
- Thank you.

Once I get my liquid courage,
all a numbers game.

Watch and learn.

Hi. I'm, um...

um... you're busy and
way out of my league.

I'm gonna go scout some local talent.

Oh. Okay.

Mmm. Disgusting.

- Thank you.
- That'll be, uh, $18.

Mama's buying.

Kids.

Hey.

How are you? Uh, Finley.

- Can I, um, get you a drink?
- I already have a drink.

- Oh, boy. Here you go.
- Copy that.

- Keep it open?
- Yeah, sure.

I'm-I'm Finley. Do you, uh,

- want to have a drink with me?
- Hey, Shane.

- Copy that.
- Hey, how you doing?

I'm good. It's been a while.

It has. Yeah.

I was wondering...

Not tonight.

Hello. How's it going over here?

You guys need another
one of these, right?

Amstel Light?

Yes, that's right,
and some more of those.

I'll be right back.
How's it going over here?

- You guys need another one of these, don't you?
- Hey. Uh...

- No.
- Great.

Another round here? Yeah, yeah, yeah?

Yeah, yeah? How about you?
How's your night going?

Over here playing hard to get, huh?

No, no, no.

No, but really, I'm glad
you're here. I'm Tess.

- Shane.
- Girl, I know who you are.

Everyone in the city knows who you are.

- You're, like, a living legend.
- No, no, no. No, I'm not.

How adorable is that?

You don't like that reputation.

Oh, come on, girls must love
that wall that you've built.

- Thanks, babe.
- Table 14.

But seriously,

I'm stoked that you're here.

I wish the whole bar was
filled with girls like us.

Party time, boys. Whoo!

- Can I get you something else?
- Who is that woman?

That's Tess. My girlfriend.

She's, uh, she's good with people.

Not always with me.

Hey, can I get a beer?

Sorry.

Poor thing, he's exhausted.

Well, I'm sure; he puked everywhere.

Oh, that's why the
Crock-Pot's out on the curb.

Oh, yeah, that ship has sailed.

Thank you again for taking care of him.

I know it must have been hard.

Well, yeah.

I mean, I-I left a
really big meeting today.

Well, I'm so sorry. It's
not gonna happen tomorrow.

I called Gigi, and she'll
be here in the morning.

Oh. Okay.

What are you feeling?

I'm feeling like a babysitter.

Okay, that's not a feeling.

Oh, no, trust me, it is.

Alice.

- Alice...
- Mm-mm.

Come on, talk to me.

Mm-mm.

Alice.

Okay, okay, you can't have it both ways.

You can't ask me to be
more a part of their lives,

and then call in Gigi when you feel like

I can't handle something.

You're right. Those
are confusing messages.

Can you please tell me
what you're thinking?

'Cause you really sound
like a therapist right now.

I'm sorry, okay?

I don't want you to
feel like a babysitter.

Well, thank you.

Okay, but I also need you to be clear
with me about what you want.

I want you to want me to help.

I hear you.

And I hear you.

Alice, do you want
to watch Eli tomorrow?

No, but thank you for asking.

Okay.

- Okay.
- Okay.

- I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry.

Okay.

- I love you. Okay.
- Love you, too.

Can I tell you about my shitty day?

- Yes. Tell me everything.
- Okay.

So, um, his name is Drew.

- I hate him already.
- Mm-hmm.

Hi. Uh...

I'm Finley.

I just watched you walk
up and introduce yourself

to, like, five other women in this bar.

Oh, I'm very friendly.

- Is that what it is?
- Yeah.

So... you want to have a drink with me?

- I'm already having a drink.
- Please?

All right, why not?

You, uh, have a tab open?

Is that... is that how it works?

Well, I'm a P.A., so...

I mean, what do you do? You got a job?

You know what, I'll-I'll buy.

- Okay.
- Here.

- But you have to go do it.
- Deal.

Don't steal my money.

I can't believe I just handed
a stranger my wallet.

What am I doing?

- I need to get another fucking drink.
- Bro, you're good.

Hey, do you have any more,
uh, whiskey back there?

Ten's enough, buddy. You're cut off.

- Come back tomorrow, all right? Go home.
- Come on.

Come on, bud. No, no, no.

- Don't be a buzzkill.
- Come on, dude.

- Give me some whiskey!
- Whoa!

- Stop, stop, stop.
- Let go. Oh, my God!

What the... ?

Come on. Let's go.

- Let's go!
- Fuck you, man!

I thought this was fuckin' America!

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

- Babe, you good?
- Yeah, I'm g... Yeah.

- I'm so sorry about that...
- No, no, don't apologize.

- It's not... it's no one's fault.
- You sure you're good?

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay.

Yeah, there we go! What's up?

Whew!

- Oh, my God, that was amazing.
- No, it's fine.

Thank you. Let me get you another drink.

Um, hey, can we get a... a bourbon.

It's on me.

- Oh, God.
- I'm s... I'm so sorry

that this place is so fucking douchey.

Yeah, I hadn't noticed.

I'm sorry.

This used to be a gay
bar, though, right?

Yeah.

- Years ago.
- Wow.

Damn, times have changed.

Yeah, Tess is always trying
to, um, buy out the owners,

turn it back to what it used to be.

- She should.
- Yeah.

Yeah, what we could do is
just rip the fucking TVs out,

switch the menu up
and clean the place up.

You know, it would be
the only lesbian bar

in the city? Only one.

Well, then someone should just
buy it and you guys run it.

Yeah. Yeah, they should.

No, I'm serious.

Hey, another round, please?

I'll be back.

I feel pretty honored you
used your gift card on me.

You definitely proved yourself worthy.

That single espresso at the end...

never seen anything like it.

- $78.50.
- And a 21% tip.

Very impressive.

I probably should tell you,
that was not my first gift card.

How long ago did you transition?

About five years.

Were you always with guys?

No. But...

I don't really talk about before.

Oh, of course.

I'm sorry I asked.

I want to tell you everything

about my whole life, I do.

It's just I-I haven't
met a lot of people

who don't squint and...

try to imagine what I used to look like.

So I just don't talk about it.

But now I'm kind of
afraid to look at you.

You can look.

I'm not squinting.

Not there.

I got it.

God, you are so beautiful.

No.

Okay.

You okay?

Yeah. Yeah.

Mm-hmm.

Uh-oh.

Ooh...

Mm-mm.

Um...

- are you okay?
- Mm. Mm-hmm.

I'm just... spinning.

- Oh. Okay.
- Mm.

S-Sorry, I just, um... hmm.

Do you want a glass of water

or anything?

So, why would you call off the press?

This was supposed to
be a huge public event,

and you don't need
another staged photo op.

Yeah, but without the press,
there's gonna be, what,

- 50 people here, tops.
- Yeah, but they're all young.

They'll have phones.
Someone's gonna post it,

and I'll push that.
This'll be better publicity

than anything the press would give you.

- It's risky.
- People want authenticity.

Well, I hope you're right about this.

Jordi.

I didn't know you were coming.

Hi, Ms. Porter.

Um... I just wanted to
apologize for the other day.

You know, uh, my family has
a different set of values,

so I didn't really realize

it was gonna be such a big issue

for Angie to skip school, but...

it won't happen again.

And I just want you to know

that you have a really
wonderful daughter,

and I love spending time with her.

Well, thank you, Jordi.

I appreciate that.

And the next time you want to spend time

with my wonderful daughter,

I'm gonna ask you to
ditch the pot, okay?

And do it outside school hours.

Absolutely.

Love the swag.

Okay.

Our community is
disproportionately affected

by homelessness in this city,

and in every city across the country.

And you have to ask yourself: why?

Why is that?

Well, our parents, our
parents kick us out.

Religious leaders shame us.

And our so-called "friends" abandon us.

So nearly half of all
homeless youth are one of us.

I want to help.

When I'm elected, I will be

the first lesbian mayor of Los Angeles,

the first woman,

and...

But in order to be effective,

I need to know what matters to you.

So please, tell me, tell me who you are,

what you're thinking about.

Anyone?

Yes?

Um...

first off...

thank you.

I never saw nobody that looks like you

call herself one of us before.

And...

n-not even my own mother

thinks I'm part of her.

So...

I don't know.

Politicians are full of shit.

Excuse my French.

No, they're completely full of shit.

It'd be... really great

if you weren't...

because it'd be cool to have

a lesbian and a real trans ally...

with actual power.

Well, first of all, I
want to say that I'm...

I'm really sorry about your mother.

Okay? That's her loss.

Really.

And...

I'm not gonna pretend that our
circumstances are identical,

but there are a lot of similarities.

My father never accepted me.

Ever.

Till the day he died,

he called my partner, the woman
that I love beyond measure,

he called her my "friend".

As if our love was less than.

And our love is not less than.

But it was painful.

- You know? It still is.
- Yeah.

Shit hurts.

Come here. Come here.

Come here.

You okay?

Your mom's pretty cool.

Yeah, she's not that bad.

Does anybody have any...

anything else they want to share?

This is what she's missing.

She needs to be more personal.

Yeah, but she won't do it.

It's too painful.

Why?

Yeah. Me, too.

What are you gonna do about it?

You still don't know why
she's running, do you?

No. I guess I don't.

These kids and these goddamn phones.

"By winter a crane with a wrecking ball

was parked outside.

Mama gathered everyone to
watch from our front window.

In three slow blows,

that building was knocked
into a heap of pieces.

Then, workers took the rubble

away in a truck and
filled the hole with dirt".

Hey.

Hey.

You leaving soon?

Yeah, in a minute. How you feeling?

- So shitty.
- I'm so sorry.

Kids are like walking germs.

Mm, sorry. Sorry.

Sorry. Just need to get that.

You want some tea?

Uh... nah.

I already made some.

All right.

Thank you.

I didn't poison it.

That's... That's
not what I was thinking,

but, um...

did you put a laxative in it, though?

Because I've always wanted
to do that to someone.

No.

It's a good trick.

You should sit down.

I should sit down.
Fucking kid made me sick.

Eli hasn't been sick like
that since he was a baby.

One time, he got so sick
he just stopped eating.

It was so fucking scary.

He was dehydrated,

and we had to bring him to the hospital,

and they stuck an IV in his little foot.

Oh, that sounds awful.

- Nat never told you this story?
- Mm-mm.

That was actually the
beginning of the end of us.

Well, I love a good
lesbian breakup story.

Eli was calling for Mama,

and we were both standing
right there, so we kept saying,

"We're here, your mamas are here".

And at a certain point,

Nat realized he was calling for Mona,

who was... well, at the time,
she was just a friend of ours,

- but...
- Oh.

So you and Mona were doing it?

We were.

- And then the baby threw you under the bus?
- He did.

Well, I am surprised you
could ever forgive him.

Yeah, right?

Ah, that's the thing about these kids.

They forced me to be
honest about who I am

and how I hurt people.

- Mm.
- But...

maybe this is a little too deep

for... us.

No, it's fine. It's-it's nice, actually.

Between the, uh, those horrific cartoons

and the fever dreams,

I didn't even think I could
have an adult conversation.

Do you remember that night

- that I showed up here with my wedding...
- Hammer?

Yeah, uh, you know I do.

Not my finest moment.

I thought you...

had lost your mind.

I thought I'd lost my family.

You make Nat really happy.

Thank... That's... Thank you.

What about you?

What?

Any good breakup stories?

How much time you got?

Auntie!

Hi.

♪ Sweet, that feeling when
you know you're hooked... ♪

♪ Sweet, that feeling
when you're skating down ♪

♪ The avenue of love, sweet,
I was checking on your phone ♪

♪ Because this sweetness
is drugs, sweet... ♪

Get out of here. Scram.

♪ Not giving up, sweet ♪

♪ That feeling when you know ♪

♪ You know that you
can't fight the rush... ♪

- Sophie!
- Sophie!

How are you?

Oh, Ma, I told you not to bring nothing.

- I couldn't help myself.
- She went nuts with the corn.

Of course.

Hi. Thank you for coming.

- Dani!
- Ay, Mama!

- I'm so happy you're here.
- Of course.

Hi, Mamita.

My new sister!

Oh, my God. The real reason I proposed.

I know, I know.

Where's your dad? He must be so excited.

- Uh, he couldn't make it.
- Oh.

Well, that's okay. You got us now.

Yeah, we're family.

♪ Bide my time, on my way ♪

♪ Been so long, now
you're here to stay ♪

♪ Bring your friends,
I'll bring mine, too ♪

♪ Holiday every afternoon... ♪

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

- Come with me.
- What? Where?

♪ How you been, good looking? ♪

- Take a seat.
- Okay.

I have something for you.

What is it?

It was my mother's.

Your great-grandmother Anna

wore this from the day she got engaged

to the day she died.

Then she left it for me in her will

and told me to give it
to the first grandson.

But I don't think she'll mind.

Gracias, Mama.

But if you give it to her,
make sure you mean it.

I know.

I will.

Look at me.

You're not your father.

I know that.

We raised you to be strong.

And you're strong enough
to leave if you need to.

You know that.

But it takes...

- it takes true strength to stay.
- Hmm.

This is a celebration time.

Let's go to the party. Come on.

Dude, Sophie's grandma can cook.

Yeah.

Hey, hand me a napkin?

Oh, shit. I didn't think
she was gonna text me.

- That's cool.
- Who?

Girl from last night, Rebecca.

Fuck, I should've invited him.

Dude, next time.

- These have to be our last ones.
- Yeah, you're right.

I want to be drunk,
but not like dizzy drunk

for this girl, you know?

Salud.

Mmm.

Catch you on the flip side.

Hey, everyone. Everybody.

Uh, if I could get,
uh, everyone's attention

for a second, um...

Thank you so much for
being here tonight.

You are all so beautiful
I could just cry,

but I won't.

My two favorite people in the
entire world are getting married

and rather than, uh, butcher this moment

with my own very questionable wisdom,

I dug up something

by one of Sophie's
favorite poets, Alix Olson.

- I love you.
- "Living, we have learned,

can be both sloppy and precise.

And so, you choose your careful witness

to your silly little life.

You begin to trace
each other's journeys,

you begin to chart each other's pace.

You start to notice all the sweetness

and the details of their ways.

Because loving seeks
a language of solace.

It speaks volumes about tomorrow

when you are fluent in forgiveness.

Sometimes familiar becomes magic.

Sometimes magic needs distance.

Sometimes space is what shapes it.

And the shape is not instant.

Sometimes the horizon's surprising.

And the view is worth risking.

And the risk is a long wait,

but this girl is persistent.

Sometimes a future just means

that each day is worth finding.

And this day is a presence,

and this moment is shining.

Sometimes her prayers
are just... soothing.

Sometimes her face is just lovely.

Years, years spent searching.

Sometimes people get lucky".

So, cheers to Dani and Sophie.

We are all

so happy for you.

Love you guys.

Opa!

I love you.

Come on, give me a little turn.

Show me.

Thanks for meeting me.

I'm glad you called.

I miss you.

I miss you, too.

Lena, this is Bette and Alice.

Really good to meet you both.

- Stop.
- I didn't say anything.

- What's better than this?
- Nothing.

And then she is like,
"Oh, I gotta go to church",

on a Tuesday.

I'm happy to compromise with you.

I'm just not about to
compromise with your dad.

You and Nat, could go get coffee.

Did she tell you to say that?

She misses you.

I brought two best
friends back together.

Two or twice?

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