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You won't believe what happened last week on Blindspotting.

Let's go.

His daddy in San Quentin.

My nigga, your whole family with the shits?

Hey, I'm with the shits now.

We'll deal with that tomorrow.

Ashley Reynolds, will you marry me?

Yes.

There's this 48 hour

weekend visitation program

for married couples at San Quentin.

- Sex! - ♪ Sex in jail ♪

After you and Sean do this first weekend,

I thought maybe I would take the next one

to get a little time with Miles.

Really catching me off guard with this shit, Rainey.

We moms get to keep our secrets, don't we?

Only linens in here, right?

Yes, sir.

Okay. Right through security, please.

Don't be scared, baby.

I'm good.

Come on, come on!

Is this where we're gonna be staying?

I can't believe I'm gonna see Dad!

- Come on, come on! - What's up, man?

Dad! What's up?

Big hug! Big hug!

Hey, baby.

Damn, you look good as hell, girl.

Oh!

I'm gonna go pick my room.

Beat it.

Well, what are we gonna do for 48 hours alone?

I wonder, I wonder.

Wait. What?

- What, what, what? No. - Baby, wait, wait, wait.

What is so important that you--

Turns out,

if it's under $100,

you can wear your wedding ring.

You know I love you, right?

I love you too.

Dad, what's the Wi-Fi?

Um, there is no Wi-Fi here, my man, unfortunately.

Damn, this place kinda busted, my nigga.

- What? - What?

No, I'm not staying.

I was just walking here with Nancy.

It was really nice to meet everyone.

I'll walk her out.

All right.

You said it wasn't a Black church.

It's not.

Everyone in there is Black.

I don't want to be the only white person in the room

talking about my problems

when everybody else has my problems too,

but they're also, you know--

- Black. - Yeah, it's a Black church.

- It's not. Now-- - It's right in the name.

Moses the Black Episcopal Church.

It's not "Moses, the Black Episcopal Church."

The saint's name is Moses the Black,

and then it's a church.

I appreciate you looking out for me, Nancy, I really do,

but I'm fine.

And if I wasn't, my first stop isn't church.

I love to paint. That's my happy place.

Let's go paint then.

Because you seem... off.

I'm not off.

And I would love to paint with you.

- Fine. - Fine.

That is an adult word.

You are not allowed to say that word.

Only mommy can say it.

Not Dada? Oh, boy.

Ugh, no.

You cannot say that word. That's all that matters.

But why?

Okay. Baby?

I think this may be one of those teachable moments

that AOC talks about.

So, uh, take it away.

Why do I have to explain it?

Well... you're Black.

Oh.

Okay, well, your people made it up.

I think we should stick together on this.

Yeah, okay.

You just can't say it.

You just can't, my bruh.

No--fuck!

Motherfucking goddamn stool!

Motherfucker!

This yo' happy place?

Yes, Nancy. I'm just out of that tea now.

Okay, look, while I stand by the idea

that you should come with me to group,

I apologize for dragging you there.

I just don't do the Jesus thing.

I wish. I really do.

It seems way better.

I just can't do it.

Okay, I'ma get a rag.

I'm fine.

We're gonna smoke. Okay.

But you chant. You meditate.

You got some God stuff going on.

Nope, no God.

No God?

Not a single amen uttered earnestly.

Shit.

Miles wears a cross on his neck.

Nah, he just likes the shape.

He says it's a T for Turner.

But if it's a bad word and it hurts people,

then why does Auntie Janelle say it, and Tía Trish?

Well, Black people can say it to each other

because it means something different.

But it doesn't matter because you can't say it

until you're older.

But why?

- Miles, we are not doing this. - He's asking.

- No, he asking. - We're not doing it.

Um, well, it's hurtful

when white people say it to Black people

because of slavery and, uh, systemic inequality,

generational trauma, my bruh.

But Black people--

Adult Black people.

...Adult Black people

have reclaimed the word,

and it can now be a term of endearment,

like "bruh," my bruh.

Okay, all you need to know is that

you cannot say that word until you're 14,

and then we can revisit it.

Understood?

Okay.

Okay.

Strong mama. Strong mom energy.

Just momming the whole situation.

What's Satanic geometry?

I think you mean systemic inequality, my bruh.

Um, why don't you go

get that box over there in the corner

and, uh, clear off the big table over there,

because Papa needs to do a little bit of explaining

in a fatherly way.

Come on.

Okay, let's just assume for a moment

that Jesus was even a real man.

You sure you want to have this conversation without weed?

I just don't trust the church.

I mean, I go to church,

but I don't necessarily trust "the church" either.

Look, if you grew up in Arkansas in 1920

like my mother,

you could get killed on the side of the road

for no reason at all.

So your faith has to be unshakable,

even if it was founded through the only religion

we were allowed to practice, which didn't quite fit.

Amen, or preach, or whatever you people say.

Uh-- You church people,

not you Black people.

Oh, my God, fuck everything.

Can I say something?

Of course.

Rainey, it's totally fine and okay to be angry in life.

We all get angry sometimes.

You just need to let it out on a cup of tea

till you figure out where to put it

so it doesn't get in your way.

Thank you, Dauntes.

Where have you been hiding that?

It's time for Gold Rush Hour.

Okay, now that the board is nice and level,

give me all your gold.

Give me all that gold and give me all that gold.

- No, this is my gold. - Right here.

- You're not taking it. - Move the gold.

I'm trying to teach the boy a lesson.

No. No-- Uh-uh, come up off it.

Come up off it.

Phew. Do not look at this board.

This board, this is an old, old game.

This is very racist.

Cover these up.

All right, Papa goes first.

I'm gonna be the boot.

Uh-huh.

One, two, three, four, five, six.

I struck gold.

That's gold rush, baby!

Gimme that bag right there.

That's my haul. Give me my haul.

Give me my haul. All right, we got that.

Now I'm gonna go ahead and go again.

Oh, struck gold again!

Give me that.

Ah, ah.

Gold!

Come on, give it to me. Give it to me now.

Oh, look at all this gold.

Look at this whole stack of generational wealth.

I'ma throw this over my shoulder.

I'm gonna go start a family empire.

Oh, yeah.

Is it my turn yet?

No.

And that, my boy, is systemic inequality.

That's one of the many reasons why you can't say that word

we were talking about, okay?

This game takes place in 1849.

It's not gonna be another 16 years

before you're even in the game.

And when you're finally in it, it's still totally rigged.

I wonder if they have Monopoly here.

'Cause if they do, I can use that to explain

redlining to him when we get up to the 1930s.

I mean, I'm gonna make my way there slow--

Okay, okay, okay, we get it.

You've been reading.

Bedtime. I'm taking all this gold.

Taking it back from the man trying to hold us down.

That's not how white privilege works.

We're going to bed.

This is a--this is a new world you're building.

Pack it up!

Just let me touch it.

No, we can't. He's still--he's still up.

Let's just wait a little.

Oh, I don't care.

Okay, what if he's scared

sleeping in the other room?

Oh, oh, hey-- ooh, girl, cold hands.

Cold hands, cold hands, okay.

- Okay, let's just go for it. - Oh.

Let's just go--

Just--

Can I sleep with you two?

I want to hang with Dad.

No, no.

No. No.

You want to hang with Dad?

He wants to hang with Dad.

Fuck.

Yeah, man, climb in.

Climb up.

- Oh. - Oh, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no. Uh...

Go over. Go over.

- Over, kid. - Come on. Come on.

Okay, I'll just turn out a little.

Okay.

Sleepover.

Let's go, kid. Sure, sure, sure.

You don't wanna, you know, sleep in your own room

or in the living room with the TV?

Nah.

Cool.

Hey!

Ooh, bugs. What's your favorite bug?

It's a scorpion fly. It's really cool.

A scorpion fly? Does it sting?

It actually doesn't sting.

But it has the butt of a scorpion

and the face of a fly.

Isn't that wild?

Ooh, I was in that pillow.

What time is it?

It's noon.

Noon?

You slept in.

It seems like you needed the rest.

I can't believe they wake you up at 5:00 a.m. like that.

We wasted so much time.

Why don't you--why didn't you just wake me up?

- Fuck. - Baby, chill out.

We're all here now.

Your son is telling very interesting stories.

And we've got plenty of time.

Dad, are you gonna have waffles too?

Waffles?

Yeah, well, if I'm gonna have waffles,

we gotta have waffles the way I made them

when I was growing up, all right?

In order to do that, I need two waffles.

Hit me.

First thing we're gonna do,

little bit of peanut butter on each side.

'Cause we don't want that jam sogginess

to mess up the delicacy here.

Then gonna put a little bit of jam just on one side.

We're gonna grab a banana,

put some of those banana slices

all up in the middle.

Then we're gonna take both sides,

we're gonna smoosh 'em together.

And then with chef-like precision,

we're gonna cut that thing in half.

Sha-blow.

Breakfast PB and J... for lunch.

What say you to that?

I-I want one.

Hey, Nancy.

Sorry. Sorry.

Mine are sitting right by the door, I know it.

It's okay. What are neighbor's for?

Doesn't Trish have a key?

Yeah, it's too embarrassing to call her.

Thank you.

Oh, there's no reason to be embarrassed.

I lock myself out too, plenty of times.

It's not necessarily dementia.

- Okay, don't say it. - Okay.

You don't have to say the word.

Sorry. Sorry.

The D word.

Why don't you walk with me for a while

till my date picks me up?

You know, I get flustered and forgetful

when something is really bothering me.

Is there anything--

Ashley won't let me come with them to family visitation

to spend the weekend with my own fucking kid.

Well, that came right out.

And she knows about the D-word.

Well, you need to sit her ass down and be like,

"Little girl, I'm coming to the next visitation."

And just sign yourself up.

She is not in charge.

Yeah, but she is, though.

To her, I'm just crazy old Maurice.

- Bonjour! - Bonjour!

Whoa.

- Whoa. - Oh.

You okay?

Yes.

Yes, I'm fine.

Okay. No, no. You need to sit down.

Come on.

I wish the boys were five again.

So many great child memories.

Collin ran that maze so many times.

He peed himself and just kept on running.

Little nasty-ass boys.

Remember when they took the sailing classes

over at the boathouse?

I'm still boycotting that place.

They wouldn't let Trish sign up for the teen sailing program

'cause they claimed they caught her

teaching the other girls how to--

Whatever.

- We can't support that place. - Oh.

I say this with love, but y'all are hella stubborn.

Why hold a grudge for a decade?

Someone fucks with you,

it's the only power you have left.

You can't win a grudge match with Ashley.

Or prison, or time.

Sometimes it just is what the fuck it is.

And you gotta get right with that.

All right, you handsome scoundrel,

this town ain't big enough for no yellow-bellied bandito.

And I'm the quickest draw

this side of the Sierra mountains.

Now you put those pistols down!

Never!

Fine! Blaow!

Pause, everyone.

Count. Just the count.

Time out, family.

Hey, Sean, you want some cookies?

Can we have... ice cream?

I'm sorry, baby.

We're not allowed to have that in here.

Wow, this place is busted.

Hey, enough chitchat.

Now, I got five in the chamber.

And I aim to use 'em. One, two, three, four, five.

It's time for the final showdown!

Ahh!

Come on!

Oh! Oh!

- Blaow! - Oh, no!

Fake-out. Oh.

Blaow!

Pow.

But the boy was a zombie cowboy!

Not zombie cowboys!

Zombie cowboy!

I'm alive again! Zombie!

Good night, baby.

Night, kid.

I'm still thinking about that word you said I can't say.

Like, why?

Why is it so bad?

There's plenty of other bad words.

Mm-hmm. - Why is it badder than f--

You better not.

Fudge?

Well played, sir.

Okay. Um...

We are going to tell you

a very, very, very long story.

You might not understand all of it.

But... we're gonna try.

Sold!

No!

So your people did that to my people?

Um...

I am your people, man.

I always will be.

You are my people too.

But it is complicated.

So till it makes a little bit more sense...

...you can't use that word, okay?

It's like Voldemort.

Oh!

Hit me.

My man, give me a hug.

Ooh!

I love you.

Love you too, Dad.

Go to sleep.

We'll talk about this more later.

"It's like Voldemort?" Really? Okay.

- Well, it worked, didn't it? - Baby, come on.

Get out of here before he does something else.

Earl?

Rainey?

- Is this how you know Nancy? - Eh...

Everybody's at this fucking church but me.

- Well, I don't think-- - Let me ask you something.

Do you consider this a Black church?

It's a very Black church.

- It's hella Black. - I know.

But it's not-- it's not my shit, though.

I just deliver trays here.

The pastor, he orders food from me

for, like, events and stuff.

And I just say a prayer on my way out the door to myself

so I don't feel terrible about the in-and-out.

So no God for you either?

This is my theory.

God...

God is like the N word to me.

Both were given to us unwanted, reclaimed, reappropriated,

and now they're whatever Black people need 'em to be.

So you do pray on the way out?

Well, my kind of prayer, yeah.

I just say what's on my mind.

And as long as I'm honest about it,

then I feel like I'm giving an adequate amount of faith.

Doesn't sound entirely terrible.

I'm walking your way. Wanna come?

No, I'm just gonna have a seat for a few minutes.

Okay.

Later, Rainey.

Hello.

I'm me.

I will suppose a you, I suppose.

I think I am... hitting a wall.

Or boiling over or spilling out.

It's gotten heavy is what I mean,

this relentless dread of uncertainty

draped like a cape.

I can smell the metal and bleach still

from the floors where blood and spit

and love and death fall,

and my son is behind the looking glass there.

I am a vagabond

of hollowed wisdom I can't share

and a growing anger I can't bear.

All the many who's, you know?

Who puts a mother's heart behind a jagged wire?

Who traps memories in the desert heat?

What might evaporate before I get him back

laughing in our kitchen seats?

What can I feed an anger enough of to make it weak?

What truth to this powerful powerlessness

can I speak?

Because it has made me weak.

I feel angry

at this... weak.

I just checked on him.

He's out.

Out out?

Mm-hmm.

Shit. Come here.

Let me get this. Oh.

Shield children's eyes.

Mm-hmm. Some of that.

Okay, okay, take-take this off.

Okay.

- Oh, ow! - Shit. Sorry, sorry.

Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.

Okay, okay.

Oh.

Let's see, let me get my pants--

oh, shit, this drawstring's real tight.

TV up.

Okay.

Okay.

God damn.

God damn boy, yo' mom fine!

Shh!

I love you.

I love you.

Oh, shit.

Okay, let's go to sleep now so I can be in a deep sleep

before the "bzzt" at midnight, please.

Nah, come on.

I made coffee.

I got all of Sean's snacks out here.

We can just stay up and eat 'em all.

Come on, stay up with me.

It's our last night.

Baby, I can't. I'm exhausted.

I have to go to work tomorrow.

Okay, well, if the buzzer's gonna keep you up anyway,

what's one tired night every three months

so we get a little bit more time?

Come on, just have coffee with me, eh?

Come on.

Baby, I don't wanna have coffee.

It's gonna make it impossible for me to go to sleep.

Let's just lay in bed together.

I don't want to lay.

I did that last night, all right?

I overslept.

I want to spend some time with you and me, just us.

He's asleep.

Can we hang out, please?

My eyes are half-closed already.

It's my sex ritual, sex and sleep.

Are you gonna make me fucking beg you right now?

Miles, chill.

Okay, we can just wake up early tomorrow morning.

Don't tell me to fucking chill.

Don't tell me to fucking chill in here, all right?

We don't have tomorrow.

You go to work, and I stay here.

We don't have tomorrow, okay?

- This is almost over! - Miles, lower your voice.

You hiding out up here?

Uh, I got home from work.

Just been laying here.

Well, I'm playing bones with Sean,

who keeps saying he's playing Dad rules,

so I don't get a turn.

I need a break.

I brought you some tea.

Yeah, I know he's a handful right now, I get it.

No, I'm glad you guys had a great family weekend.

I'm happy you're both back.

It's a big house.

Thanks, Rainey.

We did have a happy weekend.

You're welcome.

Good.

What's that?

Oh, it's Nancy's painting of Collin and Janelle's dad.

No! No, no, no.