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Where you want it?

Tamara, Tamara,

go stand over there.

Go stand over there with them.

It's kind of dark.

Why don't you move it?
Why don't you move over there?

Can you smile really

pretty for the camera?

Aw, isn't that sweet?

And why don't y'all come around?

Why don't y'all run around,
sing, "ring around the rosy..."

Oh, papi, you know the whole song!

"Ring around..."

Okay, Joshua, get up in there.
Just get up in there.

Enjoy yourself.

All fall down!

Okay, let me just tighten
you guys up in here.

Very nice.

Would you just angle it a little bit more?

Great. Come over.

You two switches places.

Looks great.

Could you two guys in the
back switch places, please?

Sir?

Excuse me, sir?

We're working with the family right now.

Oh.

Don't you... don't you even
see the video equipment?

Why don't you just, like, wait your turn?

Okay.

Thank you. Okay.

Okay.

Oh, God.

We'll take care of it, you know.

We'll get the video done as soon as we can

and deliver it to you, okay?

Thank you.

Let me see that.

Lord.

Ooh, I love cash.

I don't like cash. I like checks,
but this will have to do, okay?

Can I use the equipment this
weekend to work on my project?

You know, this is the
third weekend in a row

you want to use the equipment,

but you have yet to shoot anything.

Uh-uh, my cut is $50 short.

You remember what Rose and
Gwen said in the "Go Fish" book.

If you want to make a film,
you gotta make some sacrifices.

And besides, we have to make
money payments on the camera,

to get to Hollywood, baby.

Excuse you.

I'm not, like, into making sacrifices

for some quote-unquote "future," all right?

I want to take Stacey out
this weekend for dinner,

and for that, I need cash today, okay?

So just give me my money.

I'll give you some money.

And cut the attitude.

I'll lend you some money.

Lend me some money?

You're gonna lend me my own damn money?

You're worse than white people in a bank.

Oh, my God.

It's raining.

I don't care if it's raining,
give me my damn money.

What does one got to do with the other?

Give me my money, Cheryl.

Don't be fronting with no attitude.

Okay, I'll give you your money.

I know you're giving it to me.

Shit.

What are you shooting, anyway?

First you're arguing with me and
now... and then you're shooting?

It's urban realism.

Come on, won't this be a nice contrast,

so these people will really know

on their day of sacred matrimony...

These people don't want to put this mess
in their video, Tamara.

Well, honey, they're paying me.

This is my impression of their wedding.

So how is your video going?

I'm going to use the equipment tonight,
if that's possible.

What are you shooting?

Come on, Cheryl, this
is the really good stuff.

This is like, urban poverty, very raw,

it's very in, very new.

I just don't believe it.

Look, I'm tired of you and your project.

"The Watermelon Woman."

Who the hell is she?

Turn off the camera.

Who cares?

I don't want this stuff to be on film.

Hi, I'm Cheryl and I'm a filmmaker.

Uh, no, I'm not really a filmmaker,

but I have a videotaping
business with my friend Tamara

and I work at a video store,

so I'm working on being a filmmaker.

The problem is I don't know
what I want to make a film on.

I know it has to be about black
women because our stories

have never been told,
so I've been renting movies...

no, I haven't been renting movies,

but I get movies from the
video store that I work at

and I've taken all these films
out from the '30s and '40s

with black actresses in them,
like, um, Hattie McDaniel

and Louise Beavers and um, in these films,

in some of the films,
the black actresses aren't even listed

in the credits, and I was just totally

shocked by that.

So, in this one film
that came into the store,

"Plantation Memories,"

I saw the most beautiful
black mammy named Elsie

and I just had to show this, so...

Watch.

Missy Barbara!

Oh, don't cry, Missy!

Master Charles is coming back, for sure!

I know he is.

Do you really think so, Elsie?

Oh, yes, Missy Barbara, I know he is.

I prayed to God all night
long that this morning,

his little angel told me
that he was coming back...

Back to you.

Her name?

The Watermelon Woman.

That's right, Watermelon Woman.

Is Watermelon Woman her first name,

her last name or is it her whole name?

I don't know, but
girlfriend has it going on

and I think I've figured out

what my project's going to be on.

I'm going to make a movie about her.

I'm going to find out
what her real name is,

who she was and is,
everything I can find out about her

because something in her face,

something in the way
she looks and moves is,

is serious, is interesting.

And I'm going to just
tell you all about her.

- Hey, Tamara, is Bob here?
- Late again?

You know, you really should
try to pick up the phone sometime

because I called you this
morning and let you know

Bob was coming in early.

Or were you at the White Dog Cafe

cruising all the cute girls again?

No, I was home, doing something
more important than this place, thank you.

You know, you don't
have to work here, Cheryl.

Sorry I got you the
damn job in the first place.

Tamara, that was two years ago, you know.

It's time to move on.

I'm a filmmaker, you know.

Anyway,
did those special order tapes come in yet?

Yes, they're over here.

I certainly hope that...

Michael Riley likes those
films as much as you do.

I can't believe you're wasting
the tape scan to order them.

I can barely stand the stuff
that Hollywood puts out now,

let alone that nigger
mammy shit from the '30s.

Oh, my God, look what's here.

A film with the Watermelon Woman in it.

Like I said, boring stuff.

All you do since you
don't have a girlfriend

is watch those boring, old films.

I'd rather watch boring old
films than black porn like you.

Okay, there is no need

to get into my personal
shit up in here, okay?

I was just kidding in the first place.

What I meant to say was,
what are you doing tonight?

Probably watching these.

You want to go out with Stacey and me?

With a four-month-old lesbian relationship?

She has a friend in from out of town.

Not another blind date, Tamara.

Oh, come on Cheryl,
I apologized for that a million times.

How was I supposed to
know that she was spiritual?

It's your turn to wait on a customer.

Spiritual is not the word.

Heavy Afro-femme centric is the word.

Remember, Sister Yefumela Eefey Indele?

You're wrong.

You wait on a customer
'cause I just clocked in.

Tired late ass getting
on my last black nerve.

How can I help you?

Yes, do you have "The Three Tenors"?

No, I'm sorry, it's out.

Thank you.

♪ So get on up on the floor ♪

♪ 'cause we're gonna boogie-oogie-oogie ♪

♪ Till you just can't boogie no more ♪

♪ Boogie ♪

♪ Boogie no more ♪

♪ You can't boogie no more ♪

♪ Boogie ♪
♪ Boogie no more ♪

♪ Listen to my bass, yeah

I think it's time for me to sing my song.

What song?

Not the one you tried to...

I mean, sang back in college.

Right.

The one I sang for the Spike
Lee audition at the Black Deb Ball.

Tell them, Stacey.
Tell them how I almost got the part.

Part?

Are you sure... are you sure
you want them to know that story?

Why not?

I'm a singer, right?

Tell them I'm a singer.

What's this about a Spike Lee audition?

She's gonna look really stupid

if she gets up on that
stage and can't sing.

It was our freshman year

in college, and it was rumored

that Spike Lee was gonna be on campus

recruiting for his new
film on black schools.

Anyway, our little black group
on campus decided to throw

a party in the hopes that Spike
would come and discover us.

And Miss Yvette shows
up with this tight-ass...

and I mean, tight-ass...
red polka dot outfit.

Outfit, man.

She goes up to the DJ,
makes him turn off the music in the middle

of a slow jam and then starts to sing.

And?

And this boy throws a drink in her face.

That was the first time
I had ever seen Yvette

go off like that.

I mean, she put the boy in the hospital.

It was the beginning of what we called

Yvette's real emotional period.

Real emotional, huh?

But she's cute, though, Cheryl.

Don't forget that.

Great.

All right, ladies.

Yvette would like to perform "Loving You."

Let's hear it for Yvette!

Yeah!

Behave.

Thank you, thank you.

I'd like to dedicate
this song to my friends,

Tamara, Stacey and Cheryl.

Great.

♪ Loving you ♪

♪ Is easy 'cause you're beautiful ♪

♪ Making love with you ♪

♪ Is all I wanna do ♪

♪ Loving you ♪

♪ Is more than just a dream come true ♪

♪ And everything that I do ♪

♪ Is out of loving you ♪

♪ La-la, la-la-la ♪

♪ La-la, la-la-la, La, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ Doo-doo, doo-dee-dee-doo ♪

♪ Ahh! ♪

♪ No one else can make feel the colors...

Um, excuse me, sir.

Can I ask you a question?

Shoot.

Uh, can you tell me,
do you know who the Watermelon Woman is?

Watermelon woman?

Yeah, she's the one who originated

what we call Aunt Jemima.

Like on the syrup bottles?

From the sound of the name,

she must have been in
early Hollywood cinema.

Watermelon Woman...

I think she's from Philly.

Is she from Philly?

Isn't she the lady that wore
the fruit cocktail on her head?

No, that's Rosie Perez, Buca.

Boy, it could have been an alias name.

Oh, child, I don't think so.

She wore the fruit cocktail
with the leaves and the...

No, no, no, uh-uh.

You know?

Is that the answer?

No.

Avocados and things?

No, no, no.

That's... isn't that Rosie?

It was not Rosie!

She was... this lady was
back in the '40s and the '50s.

Oh, well, it could have been Rosie.

She looks like she
was in the '40s and '50s.

Ooh, Rosie's gonna kill you.

Okay, well, thank you.

Okay, bye-bye.

Thank you.

Watermelon Woman.

Do you think you've heard of her?

No.

My mother was the first person

I called up because I knew
she'd have something to say

about the Watermelon Woman.

She's a collector, of sorts.

A better word for her
is a collector of junk.

She never throws anything away.

Keeps things filed away in the basement.

As you can see, her filing
system needs updating.

I mean, look at it all.

Old books, boxes of
clothing, my dance costumes,

my brother's Star Trek models.

Her dead mother and brother's stuff.

She even has boxes of
the most remarkable props

from when she used to
go to the movies back then.

You know, picture cards and magazines.

I just can't find them, is the problem.

The box was in the closet.

Why don't you listen to me, Cheryl?

Ugh, Mom!

Then the other one.

- How do I look, Cheryl?
- Oh, you look fine.

Get those earrings on, you look good.

You think so?

Yeah, this is for the
video, so don't worry.

It's not, you know, not gonna be too deep.

So, you saw lots of films

when you were growing
up in the '30s, right?

Oh, yes, uh-huh.

A lot of films.

And one of your favorite stars
was the Watermelon Woman, right?

The who?

The Watermelon Woman?

Remember, the skinny girl we talked about.

I didn't say the water... who?

I never heard of the Watermelon Woman.

Oh, come... Mom!

Look, I took off from work
to come all the way out here

to ask you about the Watermelon Woman.

Now, wait a minute, Cheryl.

You're talking to your mother.

You don't talk to me like that.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, but I specifically
wanted to talk to you about this

and you acted like you knew before.

What... did you see any movies back then?

Were there any other actresses or...

Oh, yes, uh-huh.

But I didn't see that one.

I saw Queenie.

Queenie?

Yeah, she was in "Gone with the Wind".

You mean Butterfly McQueen.

Well, okay.

- She was in "Gone with the Wind".
- Mm-hmm.

And we saw some of
these other actress in things.

Yeah.

Well, I wanted to know
about the Watermelon Woman.

She was, um, in, um,
the films by Martha Page.

Look at this box.

Martha Page is the director.

Well, look at the black
woman in the picture.

That's the Watermelon Woman.

I've seen her face before.

Where?

It wasn't in any film or anything.

I saw her a couple times at some clubs.

Really?

She was singing.

Where? What clubs?

Oh, the clubs we used to hang out at.

Oh, the Blue Note.

Showboat, Peps.

- No!
- Different clubs like that.

What... what... who was
at the clubs with you?

Oh, there was, um, Hattie and Shirley...

May.

Mm-hmm.

Jeannie. Mm-hmm.

Just the regular old gang.

You know, we'd go there.

But, um, I don't know.

Did you like the clubs?

Oh, there were weirdos.

No...

Yes, weird people were there.

Uh-huh.

Kind of sounds like my type of people.

Yes, you would have loved it.

Mm-hmm, I'm sure I would have.

♪ I feel love ♪

♪ All around me...

You know,
it's two for one Monday through Thursday.

Really?

Yeah.

I'm having a hard time deciding.
What do you think?

"Cleopatra Jones," "Jason's Lyric"
or "Personal Best"?

Hmm, well, "Cleopatra Jones" is really fun.

Why don't you do "Cleopatra
Jones" and "Carrie"?

I think the two go really well together.

I know, but "Carrie"?

I hate Sissy Spacek.

She's all weird and pale and
thin and anorexic in this movie.

I kind of like my girls
with meat on their bones,

you know what I mean?

Anyway, I just saw it.

Well, um, there's always,
uh, some sci-fi like "Aliens"

or how about "Repulsion"
with Catherine Deneuve?

She goes nuts in her apartment one night.

Oh, I just moved into a new apartment.

I don't think I need that.

Well, help yourself.

It's two for one.

Okay, thanks for your suggestions.

You're welcome.

So who's the cutie?

Some customer.

She's got nice bone structure
if you're into white girls.

You think she is or isn't in the family?

Tamara, why are you always
constantly clocking women?

We're lesbians, remember, Cheryl?

We're into female-to-female attraction.

Anyway, you're the one who's supposed to be

clocking all the girls.

How long has it been since
you've been with one anyway?

A week... remember the
emotionally imbalanced Yvette?

♪ Ahh... ♪

Come on, Cheryl, she was not that bad.

Yes, she was.

Besides, she called Stacey last
night and she asked about you.

Blah, blah, blah, blah.

If you two worked as much as you talked,

I'd have a chain of video stores by now.

Tamara, Cheryl, I'd like to introduce you

to your coworker, Annie Hinkley.

Heath.

- Annie Heath.
- Yeah, Annie Heath.

She's a Bryn Mawr graduate, right?

Right.

It's nice to meet you, Cheryl.

It's nice to meet you, Tamara.

I'll tell you what.

Cheryl, why don't you help
Annie learn the box system

while waiting on this customer?

Okay.

Miss Attitude, in my office.

Let's go.

Okay, so I'm taking you
up on your suggestion

and it's two for one, right?

Right.

So maybe I should go get the tapes.

No, no, stay here and
we'll do this together.

Okay.

Name on the account?

It's Roland, but it's a new account.

Okay, new accounts get
rung up like any other order,

except we have to get her name and address,
phone number

and I'll get her credit card.

Gotcha.

Can I have your credit card?

Thanks.

All right, so the name is Roland.

Your first name?

Diana.

And your address?

4043 Ludlow.

Thank you.

And that's your...

and your phone number?

Uh, 555-2112.

Okay, that's it.

Don't I have to sign something?

Oh, yeah, sorry.

You know, Cheryl,
I've worked in a video store before.

I mean, I just get the tapes
she wants and scan 'em, right?

Yeah.

All right.

So I'm getting "Repulsion"
and "Cleopatra Jones".

Right.

I'll get them, they're
in alphabetical order.

Alphabetical.

Can I have my credit card back?

Oh, I'm sorry, here you go.

Thanks.

Here you go.

All right, there you go.

Thank you.

Would you like a bag?

No, thanks...

Cheryl.

You're welcome.

And that's how you take a customer order.

You mean,
that's how a customer picks up an employee.

If it's that easy,
I need to get a name tag, Cheryl.

The other day, I mentioned
my project to Tamara's mother,

and she gave me this card.

Some friend of the family, no doubt.

She said this Lee character
is really into black film.

Tamara told me that when she was a child,

she saw Lee trying to hit
on her older cousin Tyrone

and Tyrone kicked him in the balls.

Well, with a background like that,

you know I had to go check him out.

I even brought Miss Tammy
along to help me film it all.

So you came to see what I got, huh?

Yep.

What's this stuff over here?

Oh, got some posters here
from some black cast films,

like this one here.

Got "Gone Harlem" with Ethel Moses.

Kind of sultry, sepia diva.

Just reclining there.

Got July Jones in "Juke Joint" here.

Got Ralph Cooper in "Dark Manhattan".

Ralph Cooper used to emcee at The Apollo.

His son still works up there.

I like this one up here.

Bill Pickett, world's colored champion,
"The Bull-Dogger".

Tough.

Hmm.

Come on in here.

Now, everything is authentic except

some of the race memorabilia
in the kitchen and this sign here.

Right up there, we have "Drama".

'Cause you know who serves
the drama in this house, all right?

Please.

What's this Royal Theater?

The Royal, the Standard, the Dunbar...

those were the places
to be in the '20s and '30s.

South Street was jumping with nightlife.

Like South Street now?

Hell no, girl.

South Street sucks now.

The Royal and the Dunbar,
those were black-owned.

Write this down.

Those were black-owned, black-operated

right up until and even
after the Depression.

Black folks wanted to see
the Hollywood stuff, you know,

with the stars and the costumes.

All that junk.

Got my little office right back here.

See, film department, voila.

Wow!

What an impressive set up.

You mean expensive set up.

Ooh, sorry there.

That's okay.

Cheryl, ask him about

the Watermelon Woman.

Never heard that name before.

Watermelon... no, no...

I don't...

Tell him the name of the
woman who directed it.

Watermelon Woman, mm-mmm.

What was the name again?

Martin?

Martha.

Martha Page.

She was a white woman director.

Martha... a woman, huh?

Um, women are not
my specialty, I'll tell you.

Of course they aren't.

Look at you.

What was that, Tamara?

Cheryl, I have some "Photoplay"
magazines for you in the basement.

I'll get them for you, all right?

Okay.

You can take them with you when you leave.

You can be so rude sometimes.

The Royal, the Standard,

the Dunbar... those were the places to be

in the '20s and '30s.

20th and South, that was it.

Everyone who was anyone
wanted to be up there, you know,

in the theater seeing the
shows and the movies.

They were really great.

If they had only played
those black cast films,

those theaters would
have gone out of business

during the Depression.

Black folks wanted to see
the Hollywood stuff, you know,

with the stars and the
costumes, all that junk.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

The black cast stuff,

or Negro stuff,

that played before the Hollywood feature.

You know, that was it
for the sisters back then,

you know, playing that domestic help.

I bet that's how

the Watermelon Woman got her start.

Oh, don't cry, Missy.

Master Charles is coming back, for sure.

I know he is.

Do you really think so, Elsie?

Oh, yes, Missy Barbara, I know he is.

I prayed to God all night
long, and this morning,

his little angel told me
that he was coming back,

back to you.

There you go.

Are the green plums in yet?

Ma'am, not until Tuesday when
all the other produce comes in.

Need anything else?

- No, I think that's it.
- You sure?

You would expect a young girl like that

to be quick about things.

What is she buying, anyway?

Be $10, please.

You want some money?

I'll pay for half of it.

No, I got it... you can buy the wine.

Okay.

Hey, it's Cheryl from the video store.

Yeah, I saw you standing in line.

I thought I'd say hi.

Hi.

Let's go, Diana.

We have a lot of errands to run.

May I help you?

Yes, carrots and broccoli.

Carrots and broccoli, right here.

Carrots...

and broccoli.

Four dollars, please.

Damn, Tamara, what's up with that?

Look, we gots to go or I's gonna be late.

For what?

Can't you see I'm just getting into it?

Dang, Cheryl, all these books.

Isn't there a limit to how
much you can take out?

20... don't you think I
asked before I came down?

I mean, it's not like I can
go and ask for information

about the Watermelon Woman.

They only have references
on black women in film.

Well, did you ask at the reference desk?

Tamara, pick up the book.

I don't think you're listening to me.

I'm not listening to you, Cheryl,

because we have to go, okay?

I promised Stacey that
I'd meet her at her house

and I want to get there a little bit early,
you know,

get us some wine, some flowers.

I'm trying to get some tonight.

Look, I just have to do one more thing,
then we can go.

Okay?

Cheryl, you're next,

come on.

I have to be there in 20 minutes.

Hi. Hi.

I'm looking for information
on the Watermelon Woman.

She was a black actress in the 1930s.

I seem to be having a bit of trouble.

Nothing comes up.

Uh, check the black section

in the reference library.

Um, well, how about Martha Page?

She was a white woman
director in the 1930s.

All this information is reference,

in the reference section.

Have you checked the reference
section of the library, miss?

Well, both were involved
in films and I thought

there was some sort of non-reference book

that could be checked
out on women in film and...

Have you tried the film section?

PN1993 to 1995.

Yes, we have.

Why does he think
we're waiting in this line?

Shut up, Tamara.

The names again?

The Watermelon Woman and Martha Page.

Watermelon Woman.

The only thing that's
coming up is Martha Page.

She is listed in several

non-reference titles on women in film.

No, no Watermelon Woman.

Check the reserve desk on the third floor.

Next on line, please.

Great news.

With my mom's help,

we went through some of
her "files" in the basement.

It took all day, but we found
info on her old friend Shirley,

Miss Shirley.

Never married,
worked in a factory most of her life.

I think she's in the family.

The Watermelon Woman?

Oh, you mean Fae, Fae Richards.

I thought her name was
the Watermelon Woman.

Watermelon Woman.

I don't know where you got that mess from.

Probably from when she
was making those movies.

Mmm.

But her name was Fae Richards.

When she sang for us,
she used her real name.

Mm-hmm.

And she used to sing for
all of us down at Butch's.

We used to stand in front of the stage

and fight for position so
that she would look at us.

Mmm.

And um, one time I
got in a fight with this girl

from North Philly who kept
popping in my space, you know.

And uh, but when Fae would sing,

oh, it was beautiful, like poetry.

Why don't you tell me what
the clubs were like back then.

Who was at these clubs and...

The clubs were mixed, you know?

The white folks owned them,
the black folks attended,

and the ofays came to socialize.

And we had a real good
time there, you know?

We really did.

Was, was, was, um, Fae
hanging with the ofays?

Yeah, Fae hung with the ofays quite a bit,
you know?

Especially with...

Martha Page?

Is that her name?

Yeah, it was some... one particular woman.

I think that was her name, Martha Page.

She was a big-time director.

- Yes.
- Movie director. Yes.

And uh, she and Fae used to hang a lot,

and I think Fae, you know,
wanted to get into movies

and that's why she hung so tough with them,
you know?

And especially with Martha.
And I heard some very ugly...

if I remember my gossip correctly...

that Martha Page was
one mean and ugly woman.

Maybe that's how you have
to be in the movie business.

Oh, no, no.

Do you have any pictures
from back then or anything...

Yeah, I got a lot of pictures.

Oh, good.

We used to save them
'cause like, back then,

we could buy the pictures in the clubs

and the performers would sign them for us.

I see.

And I kept my mirror covered
with all of these performers.

You'd like to see them?

I'd like to see them.

All right, wow!

Let's see what's in the box.

Oh...

Got any pictures of Fae Richards?

Let's just see.

I got so many pictures in
here of these performers.

Ooh, look at...

Oh, here it is, here it is.

Let's see.

Hold it up, yeah, that's good.

She was a looker, wasn't she?

Yeah, she was a looker, all right.

Can you believe it?

Fae's a Sapphic sister.

A bull-dogger, a lesbian.

Oh, my gosh, I knew something was up

when I saw "Plantation Memories".

But with Martha Page?

Hmm.

Fae was really swinging back then.

I guess we have a thing or two in common,
Miss Richards:

the movies and women.

Hey, Cheryl,
Yvette's been asking about you again.

What?

In fact, she and Stacey are
stopping by after work tonight

if you're interested.

Tamara, why'd you do that?

You know I don't like her.

You saying you don't like Stacey?

Yvette... it's Yvette I don't like.

I don't like her anything...

her clothing, her attitude,
her look, the whole...

What's wrong with the way she dresses?

I think she dresses nice.

Besides, Cheryl, she wants you.

So?

I don't care if she wants me.

I'm into dating women
with mental health right now.

See, that's what's wrong with you.

I think Yvette's got it going
on with a bip and a bang.

You go for that.

Annie.

You got a cigarette?

I'm going to go have a break.

Sure, I'll join you.

All right.

Oh, honey, I'ma have
to see some ID with this.

Cheryl, Tamara.

Did either of you take an
order for Diana Roland?

Who?

Roland... this is a new account.

I just got a call from
Big Black Productions

and they don't have
"Bald Black Ballbusters".

The rest of her order is here.

When you get a chance,
would you give her a call

and let her know that
that title is unavailable?

But "Big Black Bob" is.

Sure.

"Bald Black Ballbusters".

Isn't that funny, Tamara?

Hysterical.

You said he never checks that stuff!

I know he knows I ordered
them under her name.

He usually doesn't, but
"Bald Black Bullbusters"?

Tamara, what's up with that?

Okay, I was like, curious to see

what they'd look like without hair.

Hi, can I help you?

Oh, yeah.

Thank you.

Miss Roland.

Most of the tapes you ordered have come in,

but one of them was unavailable.

They didn't have... Cheryl?

Yeah, sorry.

Here.

They didn't have this title.

Oh... bummer.

Okay, well, um, I guess I'll
just take the rest of them then.

Can I charge it?

Sure.

Thank you.

Tamara, would you get that?

I'm busy.

We're all set here, Miss Roland.

Can I give you a bag or a hand?

No bag, but maybe a hand?

Bob, it's some woman who
says she's your girlfriend.

Uh, yeah, I'll take it, thanks.

Cheryl, would you help her out?

Thanks.

So, uh, you need a hand, huh?

Yeah.

Look, look, I'm really sorry
about what happened back there.

I mean, it's just a way
for us to get free tapes.

Free, huh?

I mean, we just special order
them under any customer's name

and then we, you know,
preview them and return them.

Who's "we"?

Some ballbuster you work with?

That's just another employee.

I mean, I'm really sorry about all this.

Well, it looks like if you
want to see the videos,

you're going to have to come to my house

because they are mine now.

What's your address and phone number?

Look it up, you have
my account information.

Well? What happened?

She wants me to come and get the tapes.

Score!

I do need a name tag if it's that easy.

Honey, if a dog collar
didn't do it for you,

a name tag won't, either.

So tell me more about this
project you're working on.

Is it for school?

Do I look like I'm a student?

I don't know, you could be.

I'm a filmmaker.

Oh, a filmmaker.

Uh, you got a big space here,
and a lot of it, too.

Yeah, I just moved in.

New account, remember?

You know,
I actually used to study film in Chicago.

Well, I studied film, I studied art,
I studied art history,

I studied law and then I just...

You just gave up, right?

Right.

I need to figure some shit out

before I waste any more time in school.

What shit is that?

What I want to do with my life.

You know, I want to do it all.

Do you know what I mean?

You know, I really wanted
to talk to you the other day

at the um, produce truck,
but things were kind of crazy.

Mmm, well, your girlfriend was giving me

these, like, looks from hell, you know?

She's not my girlfriend.

I meant to say friend.

Your friend was giving me like,
all these strange looks and...

Oh.

Do you wanna stay for dinner?

I'm actually cooking some food.

Okay, yeah.

Great, come in, sit down.

Okay.

Irene, we'll be late.

Haven't you had enough
of that white powder?

How could you, Irene?

You know how hard it
was to find these films?

It's like one of the few race
films that she ever starred in.

Really?

Uh, do you mind if I smoke?

No, go ahead.

You know what's so weird about this set up?

What?

I don't know, it just feels like,
you know, a set up.

Like, I don't know, you know?

All this dinner and...

And what?

And friendly conversation.

Well, I have to confess
that I am a little...

no, I'm very attracted to you.

What?

Um, I was just going to say
that you're really a cute woman.

I know that.

I heard what your friend
said at the video store.

You heard us?

I've had the hots for you since the minute

I saw you shelving tapes.

Can I have a cigarette?

Sure, help yourself.

Is the, um, fire in there too?

Uh, yeah, but it's a lighter.

So, um...

now that we know we're attracted
to each other, what do we do?

Um...

Don't you think we should kiss?

You're a no-good lying tramp,

that's what you are.

Committing a sin that
will surely send you to hell.

I am going to hell,

but not for being a tramp,

but for being poor
and living on the streets

like I've had to do.

Why can't I be happy
fitting into their world?

God made me this color
and He did it for a reason.

♪ I ain't afraid of ♪

♪ Where you come from ♪

♪ I ain't afraid of where you been ♪

♪ I ain't afraid of what you're giving me ♪

♪ I ain't afraid of skin ♪

♪ I ain't afraid of where you come from ♪

♪ I ain't afraid of where you been ♪

♪ I ain't afraid of what you're giving me ♪

♪ I ain't afraid of skin ♪

Between the fury and the moment,

between the time and my confessions.

Between everything and everything else,

between the vision and the madness.

Between the something
and something like that.

Between what I mean and what I say.

Between the stroke and the luck,

between exactitude and vagueness.

Between skepticism and curiosity.

Between the container and the content.

Between the book and the cover.

Between the music and the sheets.

♪ I ain't afraid of where you come from ♪

♪ I ain't afraid of where you been ♪

♪ I ain't afraid of what you're giving me ♪

♪ I ain't afraid of skin ♪

♪ I ain't afraid of where you come from ♪

♪ I ain't afraid of where you been

I'm still in shock

over the having sex with Diana thing.

I've never done anything like this before,
let me assure you.

The hip swinging
lesbian style isn't my forte.

You remember the Yvette thing?

I'm just an old-fashioned
girl trying to keep up

with the times,
but Diana just threw me for a loop.

I mean, she's not my type, but I liked it.

I don't know what to say next.

Maybe it all has to do
with this film project,

which is finally coming together.

Hollywood, the Watermelon Woman,
Fae Richards and Diana?

Well, look who it is, folks.

Hollywood's popular Fae "The
Watermelon Woman" Richards.

Taking a break from the
cameras and the lights,

Fae's back in her hometown Philadelphia

to organize a benefit for the city's

chapter of the National Association

for the Advancement of Colored People.

And get this, folks... while in the city,

Miss Richards spoke with J. Liberty Wells,

the famous film director and president

of Liberty Motion Pictures,

about his upcoming
black cast gangster picture.

Wouldn't this be the icing
on the cake for Miss Richards,

who has been in search of
a studio to make her a star?

Well, actually, the mammy figure,
um, is a great favorite

of mine, particularly Hattie McDaniel's

brilliant performance
in "Gone with the Wind".

I really am distressed
with a lot of the tone

of recent African-American scholarship.

It tries to say about the mammy that her,
her largeness

of figure is desexualizing,
degrading, dehumanizing,

and this is, to me, so utterly wrong,

where the large woman
is a symbol of abundance

and fertility is a kind
of, uh, goddess figure.

Even the presence of the mammy
in the kitchen, it seems to me,

has been misinterpreted.

"Oh, the woman in the kitchen is a slave,

a servant, a subordinate."

Well, my grandmothers,
my Italian grandmothers,

never left the kitchen.

In fact, this is why I
dedicated my first book to them

and Hattie McDaniel in "Gone with the Wind"

is the spitting image of my grandmother

in her style and in her
attitude, her ferocity.

So it brings tears to my eyes.

The watermelon seems to be another image

that has been misinterpreted
by a lot of black commentary.

The great extended
family, Italian get-togethers

that I remember as a child,

ended with the men bringing
out a watermelon and ritualistically

cutting it and distributing
the pieces to everyone,

almost like the communion service.

I really dislike this
kind of reductionism...

a picture, let's say,
of a small black boy with a watermelon,

him smiling broadly over it.

Looking at that as negative... why is that

not instead a symbol of joy
and pleasure and fruitfulness?

After all, a piece of watermelon
has the colors of the Italian

flag... red, white and green,
so I'm biased to that extent.

But I think that, um,
if the watermelon symbolizes

African-American culture,
rightly so, because look what

white middle class feminism

stands for... anorexia and bulimia.

Well, I've heard of Martha Page before.

Okay, what about Fae Richards,

the Watermelon Woman?

If she's in anything
after 1960, don't ask us.

We haven't covered women in
the blaxploitation movement yet.

Okay.

The Watermelon Woman, Fae Richards,

was lovers with Martha Page,
this white woman director.

Wait a minute.

The actress was lovers
with this famous director?

Yes.

Well, first of all, I'm stunned to hear

that the director was lesbian or bisexual.

This is news to me in the first place.

But the idea of any kind
of an interracial relationship

at this time, it's mind-boggling.

Because we can see
decades after World War II

in "Guess Who's Coming to Dinner",
you can see how charged

the question of any sort of
interracial relationship was.

So, um, it seems to me
an astounding discovery

that you have made.

Oh, well.

I guess I'll just keep on pursuing it.

Good luck to you.

Thank you, Professor Paglia.

Thank you very much.

Stacey doesn't like that Campari either.

What do you mean, either?

I mean, I don't think
that Stacey likes Diana.

I walked in there and
they're being all quiet and shit.

Oh, lord.

- Guess it's time for Plan J.
- Excellent.

Stacey loves to smoke.

A little before dinner smoke, ladies?

Oh, thank God.

Let me have a hit.

Then I said to him,
"Who do you think I am, your slave?"

That beats Cheryl's story

of having to call this snobby
white woman customer a nigger.

Yeah, it does.

So, Diana, what brings you

to our fair city?

Work, school?

Oh, no, I just decided to move.

I got sick of Chicago and I
decided to move to Philly.

The city of brotherly love.

And sisterly affection.

What?

And sisterly affection.

Brotherly and sisterly affection.

Right, Stace?

Anyway, Diana,
if you came to Philadelphia to escape

the cold Chicago winters,
don't expect it to be any better here.

Oh, I didn't leave to escape the cold.

I needed a mental health break.

Good answer.

Cheryl likes her women

to have that mental health thing going on.

Well, I like my women a
little crazy like you, darling.

So, um, Cheryl tells me you're in school.

Business, right?

I'm getting my MBA from Wharton.

My father went to Wharton.

Really.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, but when he got
out, he couldn't get a job,

so he decided to join the diplomatic corp.

He hated it, but my mom loved it.

We traveled everywhere.

I was born when we
were stationed in Jamaica.

You were born in Jamaica?

- Yeah.
- I love telling people where I was born.

But we lived everywhere.

We lived in Germany
and California and Iceland.

Iceland?

Iceland, Bangladesh, Tel Aviv.

I lived just about everywhere.

I see.

Well, honey, I gotta tell you.

I was born and bred in the US of A.

Cheryl, how's your project going?

I hear the Watermelon
Woman's getting pretty ripe.

Yeah, it is, Tammy, but
the project's doing well.

Tell Stacey how you're going to

make your big move to
Hollywood with this project.

I almost forgot, I have awesome news.

What?

My brother's mother-in-law

used to know this famous casting agent.

And?

And they know the Page
family, as in Martha Page.

You're kidding.

No, I'm serious.

Six degrees of separation.

But here it's only two.

Anyway, I called Mrs. Page-Fletcher

and she would love to
talk to us about Martha

and her life and the movies.

"Us"?

I thought this was Cheryl's project.

That's great, Diana.

You're so sweet.

Cheers. Cheers.

So why does she always hook up
with this typical white devil types?

She doesn't always date white women.

And when she does, they're just so ugly.

You know what the most

distressing thing is about this project?

It's Tamara.

I mean, in the past, she'd been,
I mean, we've been friends.

We've been friends for a long time.

We've been friends for years...

she got me the job at the store,
we've done everything together...

we're running buddies,
but somehow in this project,

something's going on between the two of us

that's just not working out.

Something is different.

I mean, something's changed.

I don't know if it's me,
I don't know if it's her.

It's just really upsetting.

I say I'm proud to be black.

I'm labeled a racist.

I can't be proud of who I am,

for I am black woman.

Black woman, I am.

- I've been abused through history.
- Damn, she's cute.

So how dare you...

Tamara, that's what you've
been saying about all of them.

Why don't you focus on
the performer for a while?

Isn't that why we brought
little orphan Annie along?

Besides,
I'm getting footage for my video project.

Come on, Tamara, we're working.

Cheryl, I help you with your stuff.

Besides,
who can resist capturing all these fine...

and I mean fine black women on film.

Can and cannot do.

After all the shit you done put me through.

Honey, quiet down.

Hey, isn't that

my native studies teacher, Greta?

Oh, I bet that's her girlfriend too.

Cheryl, are you seeing this?

Annie, you're supposed to
be videotaping the performer,

not your friends.

Sorry.

Tamara,
why don't you focus on the performer, okay?

This is the last act.

You're doing a great job, Annie.

- Thanks, Cheryl.
- Shh!

I think she's about to finish.

You tell me it's not my fault

for being who I am.

But I am black woman.

Black woman, yes, I am black...

So, what's up with you and Annie?

What do you mean, what's
up with me and Annie?

I don't like her.

Obviously.

You treat her like shit all the time.

I mean, she's just a kid
who was trying to help us out.

Help us out?

She got paid, didn't she?

I mean, she gets on my
last black lesbian nerve

with all that piercing, hair dyed business.

You gonna smoke that joint, Bogart?

Tamara, we're different too,
so what's up with that?

Yeah, but see,

we're not different amongst
a group of ritzy black folk.

I mean, we were there...

to get their business and
to be professional, all right?

We weren't there to look like

a bunch of hip-hop multicultural mess.

I mean, Cheryl, look at
what she was wearing.

She's just all weird.

I mean, that dog collar.

Her hair, her age.

I just can't get with it.

Damn, man, that's a good roach.

I wanna save that.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

It's all right.

No, thank you.

No, I don't want any.

I'm sorry, Cheryl, okay?

I guess this stuff going on

with Stacey's got me a little bit stressed.

What's up with you and Stacey?

Nothing.

I mean, she's gone frigid on me... zilch.

Well, don't you think that Stacey...

I don't know what to think.

I mean, listen to me for a second.

(Don't you think that
Stacey is a) going to school,

(b) working all the time,

(and c) you know,

might just be stressed out.

I mean, what do you expect?

A little nookie once in a while.

Okay, we've been going out for a while now

and I don't even have a key to her place.

Really?

Yeah.

Diana gave me the keys
to her place last week.

I did not invite you over here

to talk about your
wannabe black girlfriend.

Tamara, Diana doesn't want to be black.

I mean, I'm getting into her.

Can't you see that?

All I see is that once
again, you are going out

with a white girl acting
like she wants to be black

and you are being a black girl
acting like she wanna be white.

I mean, what's up with you, Cheryl?

You don't like the color
of your skin nowadays?

Tamara, I'm black.

I mean, who's to say that
dating somebody white

doesn't make me black?

I mean, who's to say anything about

who I fuck in the
goddamn first place, okay?

Well, Stacey says she
thinks Diana's into chocolate.

I mean, come on, Cheryl.

She lives in that big loft all
by herself and volunteers...

volunteers... at like, some agency

that works with not only poor kids,
but poor black kids.

- What's up with that, Cheryl?
- Tamara, you're just so fucked up.

You're just so fucked up.

See?

I'm sick of you.

Hey.

Man, Cheryl, there were all mad
cuties there. You should have been there.

- It was a really fun party.
- Hey, look, Cheryl.

It's that dyke archives I was
telling you about in New York.

Oh, wow.

I went there when I went
to that rave last weekend.

Oh, great.

So you gonna go all the
way to New York to find out

they only have stuff on white lesbians,
right, Cheryl?

Actually, no, Tamara,
there's a really great

black lesbian collection, see, there it is.

Oh, wow, there it is.

Really good for your project.

Yeah, she's right.

They have a whole black lesbian collection.

You're so helpful.

Hey, no problem.

You know, I'm going up
there next weekend too.

If you need a ride, I can give you one.

You're so helpful, Annie.

I mean, you probably know a place

to get a good clit piercing, don't you?

Tamara, why don't you
lay off her, okay?

What's it to you?

Don't worry about it, Cheryl.

She's just jealous.

Oh, right.

Look, Tamara,
just because you and I are different

doesn't mean you have to
treat me like shit all the time.

I'm sorry, did I hurt
your poor little feelings?

You suck.

Hear that, Cheryl, I suck.

What is the problem here?

Oh, nothing.

I'm just here talking to
Tamara about the work schedule

'cause I'm gonna go to the
archive with Annie on Friday

and she's gonna work for me, right, buddy?

Yep, and Cheryl...

we worked it out...

Cheryl's gonna work for
me on Saturday and Sunday.

Right, buddy?

Well, Heckle and Jekyll,

it doesn't matter to me who
is working for who as long

as you remember we open late Sunday.

Are they giving you grief?

Nah, don't worry about it, Bob.

All right, are you learning the Bob system?

Bob, I've been here for months now.

Time does fly, doesn't it?

Yeah, Bob.

Time does fly and people do change.

♪ I wanna love you constantly ♪

♪ But you keep neglecting
me and treating me so...

Hey, sister.

How you doing?

You been to the archives before?

Psst, Annie.

Uh-uh.

Leave the sister alone and come over here

and work the camera.

I think it's about time we get started.

I think M.J.'s ready for us.

All right.

Welcome to the Center

for Lesbian Information and Technology.

Actually, we're very disorganized here

but it's because we're just
a volunteer-run collective

and you know how hard it is.

Things take time.

But you know,
someday we're going to have a great system

where people are going to donate
materials and then they're going

to be logged, they're
going to be categoried,

they're going to be sorted,
they're going to be stored.

Right now they're just in boxes.

Well, um, I came to find out

about the black collection on lesbians.

Is that a separate collection or...?

It's very separate.

We received a very generous
gift from the Hysteria Foundation,

but they wanted it to be used
exclusively for African-American

lesbians, so if we have any
photographs that there are

white people in, we just cross them out.

Come with me and I'll show you the files.

For example,
you might find this very interesting.

Now, here we have, let's see,

all kinds of really great things.

Oh, look, here's a map.

This is a map of the most
popular lesbian and gay hotspots

of Manhattan in the '20s and '30s.

It's just incredible.

Wow... hmm.

Looks like there were more
dyke bars then than there are now.

Actually, there were no
exclusively female bars.

It was mostly mixed speakeasies

and then the young, white debutante crowd.

You know, they'd race uptown at midnight

for a big plate of yard birds and strings.

What?

Fried chicken and spaghetti.

And then they'd wash it
all down with a big, cold,

frosty glass of 100-proof iced tea.

Doesn't that sound great?

I'd really like to have one right now. I mean,
you know, I'm in recovery and everything,

but there's nothing wrong

with remembering the way things used to be.

Well, anyway, let's just keep it anonymous.

Um, do you have anything
on black lesbians, say,

in Philadelphia?

Yes, we do!

We have a whole box.

Now, let me just show you...

Whoa, baby!

Thank you, M.J.

This is a little disorganized
because you know,

we are an all-volunteer collective

and these things take time.

But there's a lot of fascinating material

and I hope you'll enjoy yourself.

These are photos of the Watermelon Woman,
Fae Richards!

Oh, my God.

Look, it says "To June
Walker, a special friend."

Get that, Annie, get that.

Excuse me, you do not have
permission to photograph this.

This is confidential.

This is a safe space.

Yes, yes, I'm very sorry.

Um, but I'd like to find out, like,

can I find out who donated the stuff?

I have to discuss it with the collective.

We meet every other month.

If we come to consensus,
I'll call you and let you know.

In the meantime, respect your sisters.

Yes, sisters.

R-E-S.

But this has to be documented, I'm sorry.

Get it, Annie, get it all.

This is great. I'm so glad we're here.

Aren't you glad we came?

I'm so glad we came.

Get it all.

I told you this was confidential!

Give me that!

It's time to go.

We got all we need.

Great, Annie, let's go.

Looks like I'm not the only
one interested in this stuff.

A new book on Hollywood lesbians
has appeared at Giovanni's Room,

our lesbian and gay bookstore

and "Hollywood Lesbians..."

By Doug McGowden.

I wonder if he's a lesbian.

Anyway, there's a section

on director Martha Page
and Fae's name comes up.

I'm going to show you this picture,

'cause this is the killer.

"Some folks even say that she
was once head over heels in love

"with the Watermelon Woman,
who starred as the help

in most of these early 1930 womens' films."

I wonder what kind of help she offered.

I wonder if Fae was into
Martha or Martha was into Fae.

Hmm, you know, I just
think that Fae had to have

something else going
on in her life, you know,

Something more, somebody else.

What you're watching now

is footage from an interview Diana arranged

with Mrs. Page-Fletcher,
Martha's younger sister.

The whole thing was quite disturbing.

First she started by
describing Fae all wrong.

She started talking shit about Fae

and all those coloreds
her sister employed... ha!

If that wasn't bad enough,
she made it seem like Fae

was just another actress her
sister Martha had worked with.

She said...

Martha was doing very well in

Hollywood and she encouraged
some of her former cast

to come to audition for her new picture.

My story's all wrong.

You're not trying to infer
that something went on

between the two of them?

Cheryl's doing a video

documentary about Fae
Richards, who was in...

And who was lovers with your sister.

My sister was not that kind of woman.

I've told every writer...

I think Diana knew what was up,

but she kept quiet most of the time.

I wasn't going to be quiet, no way.

I went off on that old woman.

Come on, Mrs. Page-Fletcher, look.

We know that Martha and Fae were intimate.

But, have I, um, scared
you with some truth?

I mean, come on,
everybody knew that Martha was that way.

I mean, every book and every article I read

has said this fact.

Cheryl.

It got messy after that.

She asked us to leave.

I can't believe she was
so oblivious to the fact

that her sister was lovers with this woman.

I mean, come on.

It was almost like Fae never existed.

Is there some problem, ma'am?

This is a mess.

Excuse me.

Cheryl.

Mrs. Page-Fletcher, I'm sorry.

♪ When you're near me ♪

♪ You're truly, truly scrumptious ♪

What's that, "Sound of Music"?

No, silly, it's "Chitty Chitty Bang Bang".

Sing another one.

I just can't sing something
off the top of my head.

Oh, come on.

I love the way you sing.

Okay.

♪ Love, la-la-la, together ♪

Wait, wait, wait, where
did you learn that one?

Wasn't that the theme song at your prom?

Diana, darling, remember I'm black and the,
uh, theme song

at my prom was "Sail On" by the Commodores.

My boyfriend was black
and he knew all the words.

You had a black boyfriend?

I had two.

No, actually, I had three black boyfriends.

What did your parents says?

Nothing, they're liberal hippie types.

Actually, my father's sister's
first husband was an ex-Panther.

His name was Tyrone Washington.

What is so funny?

You're such a mess, is all.

What does that mean?

Nothing.

I have to go work on the project.

The project can wait, Cheryl.

First tell me what you meant by that.

I don't know what I meant.

I just have to go work
on the project, okay?

This project is really becoming a crutch.

Diana, if you want me to stay,

you don't have to mention the project.

Just go.

I'll talk to you later.

♪ Niggas catch a fix ♪

♪ Off the blitz ♪

♪ Niggas getting blitzed
by the second hits ♪

♪ Smoke flows from their spare stick ♪

♪ Because that first little
shit ain't quite equipped ♪

♪ You grab it like a pistol,
don't even got an itch ♪

♪ Come back in 15 minutes,
I'll tell ya what you missed ♪

♪ Who fried your eyes,
I know brothers don't cry ♪

♪ But niggas know how to lie ♪

♪ It's just the high ♪

♪ I'm in no pain, I get no gain ♪

♪ I stay high to keep me sane ♪

♪ Follow epic road I
flow through the snow ♪

♪ And if I can't flow
I'll let your ass know ♪

♪ Lips so thick I might swallow it ♪

♪ Take me away, take
me away to a holiday...

Looks like one of our crackhead friends.

What are you doing?

- Just minding my business.
- Minding your business?

Boy, don't you know
this is private property?

Hey, where'd you get that camera?

I'm not a boy and the camera's mine.

Well, you look like one,
you little crackhead freak.

- Come up with some ID.
- I don't have any ID.

No ID?

And possible stolen property?

Hey!

Hello, is this June Walker?

I got your name from the CLIT archives.

My name is Cheryl, and I'm a filmmaker.

Yes, yes.

I'm a sister, yes.

A video project about Fae Richards' life.

I was wondering if you
had information on her life.

She's what?

Oh... yes.

You were together with
her for over 20 years?

Yes, yes.

Look, do you think I could
come over and talk to you?

Maybe even interview you for this project?

What?

I use smoked turkey wings,
not pork... why do you ask?

Okay, yes, ma'am.

Okay, 11:00.

With lunch in hand.

Bye.

If you're looking for Miss June,

she's not there.

Yeah, I was supposed to
meet her today for lunch.

Ah, yeah, she told me.

You're the girl who puts turkey
wings in her greens, right?

Yeah.

Will she be back soon?

No, the ambulance came yesterday
and took her off to the hospital.

No! Yeah.

No, what happened?

She'd been having like,
heart pains all this week,

so, I had to go over there and...

I had to call the ambulance for her.

But she told me to give you something.

Okay.

You gonna be able to carry that?

Yeah, I got my bags and stuff.

But could you take these?

No, that's...

Oh, come on, please?

Have you tasted greens
with smoked turkey wings?

No...

Great, thank you.
Well, you want to come in and join me?

I can't, I can't.

Do you know what hospital they took her to?

No, but she said she's
gonna call me tonight, though,

and let me know.

Well, can you take my number and, um,

let me know where she is
so I can give her a call, okay?

And please don't forget to call me, okay?

All right.
Thank you so much for your help.

Okay, thank you.

You're welcome.

Enjoy, okay?

All right.

Yeah, yeah, it's me.

You don't sound like yourself.

Guess what?

Stacey and I are going away
for the weekend to the Poconos.

Can you work for me?

I don't know, but, you
know, I went to visit...

I went to visit Fae's lover, right?

Yeah, but did you hear the
part about Stacey and me?

Tamara, you're not listening to me.

I went to visit Fae's lover.

Kool and the Gang, Cheryl, I heard you.

Anyway...

Her name is June and
she was in the hospital,

and I went there and it was just fucked up,

just totally fucked up, man.

I just...

She left me this note.

Really quick... Bob's here clocking me.

Get off the phone.

Just come by the store.

Tamara...

Hi, how can I help you?

- Do you have "New York, New York"?
- Sure.

No, no.

Take this to the back.

Can I help you?

Just want to get that movie.

Do you want a job?

Sure.

♪ Did you look out your window ♪

♪ Since yesterday? ♪

♪ Did you think you could drink ♪

♪ Those highs another way? ♪

Yeah.

♪ Did you dance ♪

♪ Did you dance like you did last night? ♪

♪ Hey...

Dear Cheryl,

you sounded so excited over the phone

that I had to write down some
thoughts before they escaped me.

All that talk about Fae...

And that white woman

got me to remember some unpleasant things
about the past.

Things that upset me and
things that had upset Fae

when she was alive.

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

I was so mad that you mentioned
the name of Martha Page.

Why do you even want
to include a white woman

in a movie on Fae's life?

Don't you know she had nothing to do

with how people should remember Fae?

I think it troubled her soul for the world,

to see her in those mammy pictures.

♪ Fascination, fascination ♪

♪ Hey... ♪

She did so much, Cheryl.

That's what you have to speak about.

She paved the way for kids like
you to run around making movies

about the past and how we lived then.

♪ Fascination, yeah... ♪

Please, Cheryl, make our history
before we are all dead and gone.

But if you are really in the family,
you better understand

that our family will always
only have each other.

I know this is a lot to be writing down,
but I wanted

to remember it for you, now,
so that the next time I see you,

we can make it right.

♪ Fascination, fascination ♪

♪ Do-do, do-do, yeah

Well, things haven't been going

the way I thought they'd be going.

Diana and I aren't Diana and I
anymore and Tamara, girlfriend...

let's just hope we can
work things out soon.

You know, I thought it
was going to be easy.

I thought I was going to be able
to use the camera to document

my search for Fae, but instead I'm left

empty-handed except
for this package from June.

You know,
I wish that neighbor of yours had given me

your phone number in the
hospital because there are

so many things I wanted
to ask you face-to-face.

I mean, I know she meant the world to you,

but she also meant the world to me

and those worlds are different.

But the moments she shared with you,
the life she had

with Martha on and off the screen,

those are precious moments,
and nobody can change that.

But what she means to me,
a 25-year-old black woman,

means something else.

It means hope, it means inspiration.

It means possibility.

It means history.

And most importantly,

what I understand,
is that I'm going to be the one who says,

"I am a black lesbian
filmmaker who's just beginning."

But I'm going to say it a lot more

and have a lot more work to do.

Anyway, what you all have been waiting for.

The biography of the Watermelon Woman,
Fae Richards,

Faith Richardson.

The first record of Fae that
I could find was this photo.

Faith Richardson,
winner of the Beachy Beachum bicarbonate

jingle contest, Philadelphia, 1922.

I know that she worked as a
maid for several years and I know

that she danced in the
chorus on South Street.

But I'm not sure how
she got into her first film.

She must have met Martha
Page at some club or something.

This one is stamped "Newark
Studios" and on the back

it says, "The Watermelon
Woman and Sandra Vincent

"in 'Jersey Girl, ' 1931."

I think this is Fae's first film with Page.

In fact, I know it is.

And from what I can tell,
this is the beginning of their

relationship both on and off the screen.

Newark Studio's biggest hit was
the 1933 film "Louisiana Lady".

Martha scored with this one
and got her ticket to Hollywood.

Fae scored too.

She was signed with Silver
Star Studio and played in several

of their movies,
usually as a household maid or cook.

"Mr. Owen Meets His
Match" with Claude Thornton

and the Watermelon Woman, 1937.

This was big year for Fae.

In 1937, she also starred in my all-time

favorite, "Plantation Memories".

This one's titled "Elsie
calls on the Lord."

I wrote to the studio

and got these glamorous
photos of Fae taken in 1938.

It looks like she was trying to
bust out of the mammy roles,

but of course, in 1938,
that couldn't really work.

Oh, don't cry, Missy.

Master Charles is coming back, for sure.

I know he is.

Do you really think so, Elsie?

1939's a big year for Fae.

I don't know what happened
between her and Martha,

but she definitely moved back to Philly.

She really worked hard
at becoming the film star

she wanted to be.

Fae no longer calls herself
the Watermelon Woman.

In all of her films at Liberty Studios,

she goes by the name Fae Richards.

I am going to hell, but
not for being a tramp,

but for being poor
and living on the streets

like I've had to do.

Why can't I be happy
fitting into their world?

God made me this color
and He did it for a reason.

Fae worked it at Liberty Studios.

J. Liberty cast her
as a lead in all kinds of

black cast films: comedies, melodramas

and even gangster pictures.

The problem is,
she never got her chance to be a big star

because black cast films
were on their way out.

So, in the '40s, Fae started
singing again all over Philly...

at the Standard, at the Dunbar, Peps.

She had quite a following.

The next picture I have
of her is not until 1957,

and it's kind of sad to
see what happened to her

because it looks like
she stopped performing.

But it's also kind of good, 'cause
she met June Walker, a special friend,

who took care of her
until the day she died.

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, don't you know
it's just another day ♪

♪ Just another day,
another day, another day... ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ It's just another ♪

♪ Another day you'll get over ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ It's just another ♪

♪ Another day you'll get over ♪

♪ Every time it rains, it begins to pour ♪

♪ Everybody's knocking at your door ♪

♪ You wanna run, you try to hide,
you've got to face it ♪

♪ It ain't going nowhere
till you chase it ♪

♪ Don't you go, get into a snuff ♪

♪ No ♪

♪ 'cause it ain't easy ♪

♪ Snuffin' is no fun, so
don't you get undone ♪

♪ You're gonna make it ♪

♪ 'cause it's just another day ♪

♪ Hey, hey ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Yeah, it's just another, just another ♪

♪ Another day you'll get over ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ It's just another ♪

♪ Just another ♪

♪ Another day you'll get over ♪

♪ Baby, don't you know you get so uptight ♪

♪ What does it take
to make it right, yeah ♪

♪ So there you go,
wearing a smile 'cause you can fake it ♪

♪ But it ain't going
nowhere till you shake it ♪

♪ Don't you know it gets better with time ♪

♪ Every second, every minute ♪

♪ Now you need to walk a little taller ♪

♪ You got to say something, then holler ♪

♪ Throw your hands up in the air ♪

♪ 'cause it's just another day ♪

♪ Hey, hey ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ It's just another ♪

♪ Hey, yeah ♪

♪ Another day you'll get over ♪

♪ Just another day ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ It's just another ♪

♪ Just another ♪

♪ Another day you'll get over ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ It's just another ♪

♪ Just another ♪

♪ Another day you'll get over ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ It's just another ♪

♪ Just another ♪

♪ Another day you'll get over ♪

♪ Oh, yeah... ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Gotta say something, then holler ♪

♪ You got to walk a little taller ♪

♪ It's just another ♪

♪ Another day you'll get over ♪

♪ Just another day, yeah ♪

♪ Another day, yeah ♪

♪ It's just another ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Another day you'll get over ♪

♪ Don't you know it's just another day ♪

♪ Just another day, just another day ♪

♪ Just another day, just another day... ♪