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(curious music)

- Ooh! Are those mine?

- Hey, ch-ch-ch-cha. Sit down.

(sighing)

(chuckles)

So, do you wanna talk about last night.

Oh, morning, Bria.

You're up early for a Saturday, huh?

- Mm-hmm. Yes, Rodrigo.

I am up early 'cause I'm so excited about my new apartment!

How did I find a new apartment so quickly, you wonder?

Easy. Through hard work. That's right, I can get things done

because of my far-from-lazy work ethic.

- Wow. - Hmm.

- I am so, so happy f... for you.

- So, Rodrigo, I forgot to show you pictures of our new pool.

I just can't wait to move to Florida because I love relaxing.

(phone buzzes) - Ha!

(laughs)

Oh, I'm sorry. Was that too loud?

You know, I was just texting a new work friend.

We'll be working at the company's executive retreat today.

You know, I thought I can go above and beyond

and work on a Saturday because I have a work ethic.

(phone buzzes)

(alert chimes)

- Well, I guess I'll go back to bed.

You know, I'm just excited to do nothing because I love relaxing.

Roddy, come relax.

- Yeah, I... I love relaxing, too.

- Roddy! - So much.

(footsteps tap away)

(indistinct chatter)

- Oh, Bria! You made it!

(laughing)

Welcome to Smith & Tanner's annual executive luncheon.

Also known as the great white circle jerk.

- Ooh, girl, don't oversell it. - Yeah, well, on the up and up,

it's a great chance to meet all the decision makers.

- Hmm. - You see that guy

standing next to Allan? - Yeah.

- Okay, that's Galen Mattamy.

He's the clown you need to impress.

- Oh, so is that why you're here?

I thought it was for the overtime and free leftovers.

- It one hundo P is, but fun fact on the farm,

Mr. Diwali, Frank, is retiring next year and I want his job.

- Okay, maybe I should ask him for help too with my marketing coordinator application.

- That's actually a really good idea now that like,

Trevor applied for that job, too.

- I'm sorry, what?

- Oh my gosh, Bria, yeah, I thought you knew.

Sorry. Trevor's got like, four years seniority over you,

so yeah, maybe the Galenator over there can help us both.

(sighing)

- Hey, Bria. Didn't expect you to be here.

- Ami, uh, invited me to come help out.

- Good idea, Ami. - Oh, BRB.

A waiter's teefing gift bags.

- Oh, actually Bria, it's good you're here.

- Hmm? - How would you like to do me a favour?

- Yeah! Sure, what's up? - Well, I'm in a bit of a pickle

and I need someone... new. - Mm-hmm.

- Uh, to talk about the new changes at S&T.

Think I can call on you as a new hire?

- Yeah! Is it like a, like a wingman situation?

I mean, no problem! Do I need like notes or cards or something?

- Oh, no, no, you just have to be yourself.

Talk about how you like your job at the company.

You know, that kinda stuff.

- Okay, well, sign me up! - All right then!

(both laugh) Thank you!

- Get ready for what's coming!

Whoa, you okay? - Mm-hmm.

- You have the same face my kid does when they're taking a dump.

(announcer): And now, time for an executive luncheon favourite,

the jazz scat stylings of...

- No, uh... Yeah, I mean, I-I think I'm fine.

- Three, two, one.

(jazz music playing) (Cheryl scatting)

- Oh, no way! (laughing)

- Yes way!

You can't make this shit up.

♪ Roses are red, red, red, red ♪

♪ Violets are blue, blue, blue, blue ♪

- Yo, something's up, man.

(laughing)

(Cheryl continues scatting)

- Bitch, I think we're high!

Uh, what, gimme this.

There's weed in these.

(Bria laughing)

Rodrigo makes edibles.

- Ooh, okay, Rodrigo!

Yo, this whole time I thought he was odd,

but he coulda been my nigga!

- Girl, will you shut the fuck up?

- Okay. - You can't be yelling "nigga"

and laughing at this decibel, all right?

We don't need Allan and Logan Roy over there seeing us act stupid.

- If I was high, could I do this?

(Cheryl continues scatting)

(Bria laughs) - I don't know, maybe.

- Ugh! Okay, fine, fine.

Look, we'll get some food in us, and we'll be fine.

Okay? Don't worry about it. - I need water.

- Okay? Okay, come on.

Excuse me!

- Hey, y'all having a good time, Smith & Tanner!

(cheering)

- Okay, I think I'm down from a 10 to a 5.

Back to our usual high.

- Yo, they may not be able to season for shit, but damn!

White people know how to make a mean salad.

This green goddess dressing slaps, for real.

- Girl.

All right, I'm gonna try to find Ami.

- I'm gonna take a nap! - Yeah.

(clears throat) (car door closing)

- Oh, uh, can you wash your hands?

I just got a new paint job.

(ominous music)

- Now, I reckon she believes you a valet!

I know of a passage. Come with me. Run!

(both panting)

(Gemma's Mom): Valet!

Valet!

(Cheryl singing) (both whimpering)

♪ Help me Jesus, freedom ♪

(continues singing)

♪ Help my brothers, freedom ♪

♪ Help my sisters, freedom, freedom ♪

(both whimpering, panting)

(continues singing)

- This way!

(panting)

(gasps)

Here it comes. Jump on! - What?!

- It's the underground railroad! Get ready!

- But the underground railroad wasn't actually a train!

- What?

- They didn't tell you that?

- Well, huh. That's confusing.

(Allan): Oh, Bria, there you are.

I've been looking everywhere for you.

- Oh yeah? For what?

- You're due on stage for the speech.

- I'm sorry, speech? - Yo.

Yo, um, maybe we should like,

press abort on whatever this is

'cause like, maybe we're still too high to speak to shareholders.

And by maybe, I mean definitely.

- Hey, do I have any crumbs? - Look, Allan, I misunderstood.

- Okay, I'm gonna introduce you, then you take it away.

- I misunderstood. I can't...

- Good afternoon, everyone. How're we all doing?

I am so excited to demonstrate to you...

- Hey, where you'd go? - You gotta help me.

- Okay, Allan came out of nowhere

and I thought it'd be a good idea to one-up Trevor,

but I ate some weed cookies accidentally.

- What?! - And now I'm pretty

fucking high and I don't think I can do this.

- Do what? (Allan): ...please welcome to the stage, Bria McFarlane!

(applause)

- Fuck.

- It was a great idea inviting Bria.

Oh, we can credit you for this.

- No, you don't have to do that.

Fuck.

- Hi. (chuckling)

Um... (clears throat)

My name is... is Bria.

And I'm new.

Um... (man coughing)

Working at Smith & Tanner, um,

I mean, it's, it's wonderful.

It's... it's great!

Uh...

So much is um, changing.

Um, like, like diversity, um, in this workplace environment.

Uh, for example... (indistinct chatter)

Uh... (clears throat)

(chair rattles)

...change committee! Yeah!

Yeah, the change committee, which I am a part of.

- Who's bright idea was this?

- Um... (microphone feedback)

Okay, can we just be honest for a second?

Look around the room.

Who don't you see?

People like me.

People like me.

Uh, that's right.

(chuckling) People my age.

(woman): Thank God. I thought she was gonna say Black.

- I mean, do you remember what it was like being 25?

Frank, Frank, what did you wanna do when you were 25?

- Uh, um, me? Okay. - Yeah.

- Uh, well, I wanted to sail around the world.

(woman): Oh. - Which I did not do.

'Cause there just wasn't enough time.

- Wow, wow. Wow. See? This.

This promise of-of work now and do what you want later

is a sham, and my generation isn't having it!

And you know what? I know what you're probably thinking.

That this generation is too lazy,

that we-we don't know the meaning of hard work.

You know, that we have no work ethic, but, eh, you're wrong.

(laughing)

We want to apply ourselves to something.

We are dying to.

(gentle hip hop music plays)

Look, if Smith & Tanner

is serious about hiring better, they need to offer better!

You gotta show some interest. Not just collect it.

Ya feel me? (crowd laughs)

Help employees pay off student debt.

I mean, hell, this is a bank, right?

Interest-free loans.

Double new employees' annual paid vacation days!

You know what? In fact, triple it!

Show us you really understand. Look, look, okay.

Can we just stop pretending that retirement at 65 is still a thing?

Come on! (giggles)

Oh, don't worry, sir you're... you gotta be close.

You'll be fine. (crowd laughs)

I know Smith & Tanner wants to like,

be the bank of the year,

but why settle for bank of the year

when you can be the bank of a generation?!

(applause)

- Congratulations.

- This is Ami.

(fingers snapping)

- Stop.

- Okay.

(sighs) There's nothing left to prep in here.

- Hey, I have some tools I borrowed from Mr. Phung.

I'm just going to return to him, okay?

- Wait, wait, wait, I wanna go with you.

There's nothing left to do here. - No, no, I got it.

- But there's nothing left to do here.

- Well, well, this a good time

for you to relax, babe. Hmm?

Just... relax, like you wanted. I love you.

I'll see you later.

- Relax. There's nothing left to...

(door closes)

- Bria, that was amazing.

I can't believe you did a spontaneous speech like that.

- Hmm. Me either. Actually, that's not true.

I'd be lying if I said that was my first time winging a speech.

(chuckling) - Well, it was a huge success

all around, okay? I got to make a good impression with Galen.

Even Allan, as a bonus, too. You, you won Galen over.

- True, but let's hope he pushes for us both.

- Hmm. - It would defy everything

I know about white men but, still I hope.

(chuckling) (glasses clink)

Hold up, Bridlepath!

Oh! Yo, look at this little colonizer!

- What? - Yo, I know this girl.

We went to uni together.

She's the one who put me on that apartment that fell through.

Come to think of it, she actually got me that interview with Smith & Tanner.

- This one? - Yup.

- Wow. - Yup!

Yo, hold on, hold on, hold on.

(call rings)

(Gemma): Hi! It's Gemma. Leave a message.

(voicemail beeps)

- Yo, Gemma, I'm standing in front of a picture

with a little girl and a pony

and she's giving big Swiftie energy!

(laughing)

- Um, you better not be hating on Taylor.

- What... the hell. - Wow.

- Sorry, I was just on my way to the stables

and I overheard your conversation.

I knew exactly the pic

that you were looking at.

(Ami chuckles nervously) - Uh, Ami this is Gemma.

- Hey. I've heard a lot about you.

- Really? - Hmm.

- Oh. Wait, are you girlies here

for the annual Smith & Tanner retreat?

- Exactly. - Yeah.

- So, we should probably get back to it.

- Mm-hmm. - Um, sorry about the call.

I was just messing with you. Um, I'm just kind of out of it.

- Actually, Bria, um, can I talk to you real quick?

- Oh, no, I... Yeah, I... - What is that, Frank?

Oh! You know what? I'm gonna go check on Frank.

- No, I-I actually, no, don't...

- Yeah, he has to wish me a happy birthday or some shit.

- ...leave.

- So, I've been thinking about it a lot lately,

and I'm really embarrassed about what I said in my office.

Calling myself a minority?

Sometimes, I put my foot in my mouth

and I think that that was definitely one of those times.

So, I just wanted to say that I-I'm sorry.

And I've been reading a lot about white fragility.

So, I'm not even sure if I'm supposed to be apologizing right now,

but I just wanted to anyway,

in case that that was something that I should be doing.

Do you hate me?

'Cause I honestly really can't tell.

- Oh. What? Nah. No, uh...

(clears throat) You're good.

We're fine.

Um, you know, it's actually funny that you think

that's the only time you put your foot in your mouth.

But nevertheless, thank you for apologizing.

- Phew! All right!

'Cause I was like, can I get a blink, a raised eyebrow?

Give a sis something. - Okay, stop.

You're gonna continue to dig yourself a new hole to climb out of.

- Okay. Yeah. - Let's not do that.

- Okay, ladies, sorry to break this up,

but I only have one hour of freedom left, so let's not waste it.

You blow off your plans, join us.

The bar awaits. 'K? - Okay, yeah.

I could wrap... Oh!

That is an old hookup I definitely don't wanna run into.

- Um, how do you know Trevor?

- Well, his family's one of the founders of the club.

(ominous music)

- Wait, Trevor's a rich kid?

- Yeah. There he is.

- Wait. Wait, he's related to Galen Mattamy?

- Mm-hmm. His favourite nephew.

Sort of like the son he never had.

- Well, there goes my marketing job.

- Oh, my God, yeah. Bria that sucks.

I'm so sorry. - Hmm. Fuck it.

Let's drink. - Hmm, okay.

(Bria's phone buzzes)

- Uh, hold on. Okay.

This is Bria's phone.

(Marie): Bria, I'm a need ya to help...

- Wait, wait, uh, what happened? What's going on?

- Somethin wrong, I think mi a dead.

- Wait, should I call an ambulance?

- Mi not know, just come home, please.

- Yeah, no, of course. Uh, I-I'll be right there.

I promise.

Sorry, guys. Something's wrong with my mom. I have to call a car.

- Oh my gosh, I'll call you an Uber.

- No, it's okay, I'll drive you.

I just have to grab the keys from my mom.

Mom! I need the keys.

- I'm sorry, that's your mom?

- Oh, my God, did you meet her?

What did she do to you? Actually, you know what?

It doesn't even matter. I'll just apologize for whatever it was.

Look at me out here trying to break the generational cycle.

- Goddamn, Gemma, you are exhausting.

- I know. I'm sorry.

- Can we just fucking go?

- Yeah, I can. Let's go. - Okay.

- Here you go. - I can't believe you!

- Anyway...

(Bria): Mom, you good? Mom?

- Bria. - Oh, my God, are you okay?

What's going on? - My mouth feels so dry.

- Oh, my God, Mom, are you high?

- Mm-hmm. - Oh, my God.

- Roddy did go out and I wanted to prove

that I can chill like yuh two a owna.

But I think I'm doing this wrong.

Feels awful.

Feels like I'm floating in a de ocean without one life jacket.

- All right, you're gonna be fine,

you just have to go with it.

- I just want it to stop.

You were right, mi can't relax. I'm no fun.

- No, no, I never should've said that, okay?

I was just angry. I didn't mean it.

But I promise, if you just lean into it, it...

- Ma mouth, ma mouth.

Bria, ma mouth, ma-ma mouth.

- Hmm. - Ginger beer.

Me want, ginger...

- Okay, I will get you a drink. (rambling)

Okay.

(continues rambling)

All right, getting it.

Gotcha!

All right!

(laidback funky music)

Well, well, well, Rodrigo.

- Bria!

I, uh...

Let me explain.

- Don't bother. Okay? - Whoa, no, no.

- You're already caught!

I spent the day completely baked

off of your cookies, and now, my mom's the same.

- Oh shit, the cookies! I'm... I'm so sorry.

I should've said something. I saw you eating it

and I got distracted because you girls were fighting and...

- Mm-hmm. - Is she okay?

- Hmm, let's just say she's still not a fan.

- Okay, I should check on her. - Nah, you're good.

She's passed out on the couch. - Oh.

- What's all of this? - This? Oh.

- Mm-hmm. - This is my little setup

for when I wanna relax.

Was just having one last celebratory smoke

before I pack everything up.

Wanna join? - Nah, it's okay.

- Come on, are you sure? - Mm-hmm.

(reggae music playing)

- And then, I said... - Yeah?

- "You don't have to be the bank of the year,

you could be the bank of a generation!"

- Whoa! - And then, everyone went fucking wild!

(laughs) - That's amazing!

That's amazing! Have you told your mom this?

Have you told your mom, or you... girls, haven't made up?

Oh.

Ah, you two.

You both try so hard not to disappoint each other.

But you actually both don't know what's going on.

(chuckling)

You gotta keep it real.

So you can lean on each other.

Other people would kill for this kind of love.

You take it for granted.

I'm trying to make amends now, but...

I lost a lot of time with my son.

- You have a son?

(Marie): Ginger beer!

(Rodrigo sighs) - I got it.

But I might be back for more details on this son.

- Okay.

(chair rattles) - Wait, can you get that?

Yeah, okay. Yeah. (chair clangs)

(Marie sighs)

(exhales strongly)

- Bria, likkle girl.

I am so sorry about our fight.

And I do not think that you are lazy,

I just worry so much beca mi love you so much.

You know that, right? - No, I do. I do.

Um, and I'm sorry, too.

It's just been like, a whirlwind of a few weeks

and I know I was out of order and I'm really sorry about that.

- Did I push this move too fast? Are you scared?

You can tell me. - No, no, no, I'm fine,

I'm fine, I just...

I want you to know that I appreciate everything you've done for me.

You're a great mom and a role model.

- Ah, Bria.

- I guess I am a little bit nervous about, I don't know,

what it'll be like without you here.

- You are going to do absolutely fine on your own.

'K, likkle girl, you are my first love.

You're my likkle heart beat.

Mi love you like cooked food, like stew peas,

like oxtail, like curry goat.

But Bria, how come me feels so peckish?

(footsteps approaching) (clearing throat)

- You two busy?

I have an idea.

(♪)

(all moaning)

- To the end of an era.

(Marie): Florida, here we come!

- Salud! (bottles clink)

- Mm-hmm. - You know,

you're all right, Rodrigo.

- More than all right.

(sucks lips)

- Ew, guys, stop.

- We love our ginger beer, Bria.

- Mm-hmm.

- Oh, pinky's up, huh? - Mm-hmm.

- That's the only way.

(Marie and Bria laugh)

(♪)