Original subtitles

- Okay, Florida wig!

You got your passport? - Mm-hmm.

Retirement starts now!

(laughing) Rodrigo!

- I'm here. - Jesus!

You need a bell or something.

- That-that's a good idea.

(sighs) - Mom.

- Hmm.

Little girl, I am so proud

of the woman that you are becoming.

And I would've never aborted you,

no matter what Grandma said. - Hmm.

- Could you imagine if I aborted you?

- No! But that would be your choice,

although I literally wouldn't exist, so.

- Look at you considering a woman's right to choose.

- Okay, Mom. Bring it down a couple notches.

'K? I beg you. - Okay.

(laughing) Okay.

The time has come.

This is it. - Okay.

Bye, Maman. This won't be forever.

I'll come visit you guys at Christmas.

- And you are gonna Facetime me

so that I can help you decorate.

- Right, I mean, who else would agonize

over an accent colour for my feature wall.

- That's right. (Bria chuckles)

I love you, little girl.

Oh. - I love you.

- Oh! - Yeah.

- Bria, I have one more thing.

To make your afternoon go smoother,

I have decided that my car

is my housewarming gift to you.

- Wait, what? - Yes.

- Seriously?! - Ba-na!

- Madre, thank you! Oh, my God!

- You're welcome. - Oh, my God.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

- Oh, okay. I love you.

- I love you, too.

- My turn.

- All right, come on.

Ugh, okay.

- Thanks fi yuh patience driver, wi soon ready...

- Okay.

(door slams) - What?

All cheese snacks and gum you have back here.

- Oh shit.

(chuckles)

- Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey, look.

(laughs nervously)

Shh.

(gasps)

- I approve, I approve. (giggles)

Thank you, Rodrigo, for everything.

- Thank you. And best of luck.

- Yeah, yeah. Thanks. - Oh, look at you two babies.

Okay, this is goodbye for real, Bria.

Be safe, drive safe. I love you.

Oh, and another thing, um, you've officially aged out

of our dental plan, so if you can figure tings out.

Your teeth pretty, you want them to stay pretty.

Eh? - Okay, Mom.

- All right, Roddy! Let's make like geese and head south!

- Bye! Bye! - Bye, Bria!

- Bye! (car door closing)

- Let's go! - Love you, Bria!

Imma daughter dem Bria... - Bye!

- ...live on her own! (chuckles)

(phone ringing)

- You've reached the newly independent Bria Mack!

How may I help you? (laughs)

- Bria?

- Shit, sorry, Dawn.

Um, I-I didn't recognize your number.

- I was wondering if you'd be able to come in for a meeting today?

- Today? I'm actually moving today, remember?

- I understand. But something has just come to my attention

and this is quite time sensitive.

Is there any way you can make some time?

Say 1:00 pm? - 1:00.

Uh... (phone vibrating)

Yeah, uh, 1:00, 1:00 could work.

Can I ask what the meeting's about, though?

- It's policy not to discuss such matters over the phone,

so it'll have to be in person, dear.

Talk soon. (call beeps off)

- Ooh!

You about to lose your job. Right?

You definitely about to lose your job.

- Thanks. - Yeah.

- Thank you. - Should've seen this coming.

- Wow. (Black Attack pops away)

(bicycle rattling, approaching)

Girl, seriously?

(bicycle bell ringing) - Yo, say less.

It's Bria? - Omar?

- You know, it's funny, I thought it was your crib too.

Geez, long time, no see. Wah gwan?

Yo, come give me a hug. Why you standin' over there like that?

- Oh! Okay. - Mmm.

(laughing) - Oh! Okay.

Uh, Omar uh, what are you doing here?

- You tell me.

Unc sent me here to do a moving job.

- You're the mover?

(chuckling) - Duh!

(chain jingles)

- So, this is what you're doing now?

No more pro? - Nah, you know how it goes.

I was training for the Argos. (clicks tongue)

My ACL did me dirty. But it's soft though.

I'm making beats with Trey now. I just do this on the side.

What's new wit you? Where you moving to?

- I mean, I got a new job, so I'm moving downtown.

- Hey, hey! Boss lady living that 6 life.

That's bless! I'm proud of you, Bria!

- Thanks. - So, what, you gonna get

one of those spots with the exposed brick?

Liberty Village life.

You about to be one of those Apartment 200 girls, eh?

My boy's a bouncer there so let me know. I got you.

- Okay, okay, this has been fun and everything,

but we have shit to do, so let's uh,

load up this bookcase 'cause I gotta get going.

- All right. I mean, you know, this is it?

(chuckling) I mean...

The bed's not packed yet, though.

(chuckling)

I mean, you should just come take a seat for a likkle.

- Stop. - What're you sayin'?

- Chill. - Come sit down.

Let's talk. - Omar, relax.

- I mean, why you rushing?

We have time. - Omar!

(smacks lips) - For a likkle, come here.

- Chill out.

- Look how cute smile though.

- Whatever. - Geez. Look how sweetie.

- Shut up. (chuckling)

- Oh! - Oh, my God!

- Oh, right there! - Oh, my God!

- Oh, shoot! - Okay.

- Oh, it's been a while. - Careful, careful, careful.

Okay. - All right.

- Fuck! - Yeah.

- Okay. Careful, careful, careful.

- You got it? It's a good thing I have this.

Yeah. (grunts)

- Okay. All right, let's load this into the truck.

- Yo boss lady, where's... where's the truck?

- What do you mean?

- Like, the physical vehicle where we're supposed to like,

load all this stuff into? - No, I-I know what you mean,

but... Never mind. Omar, you didn't bring a truck?

How are we supposed to bring everything downtown?

- Unc's told me that you booked the basic package.

That's one mover.

I know you seen me pull up on my bike.

Wait, you didn't expect us to move everything out,

drive downtown, then move you in for $200?

(Omar laughs)

- Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Okay, okay.

- Bri-Bri, you funny. - Okay, think. Think, Bria.

Baby, think. Okay, all right, all right.

Okay, uh, how about we move everything back inside,

and then I-I go meet with Dawn. - Oh, that's a good one.

- And then, come back and deal with this shit later.

Okay, yeah. Uh...

Fuck.

I have to feed the fucking cat.

- Why don't we just put everything into your whip?

- Oh shit! Okay.

I mean, I got a whip! Okay, yeah!

I got a fucking whip.

- I see I still make you smile there.

Come on, Bri-Bri.

(chuckling) - Don't touch me.

- Ah.

(Omar laughing)

- Come on, let's go! - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Boss lady, we got a problem.

- Fuck!

(horn honking)

- It's okay, boo. You doing good.

Don't worry. The cars will just go around us.

(car rumbles past)

- Thanks for making me feel better.

- No problem. I got you.

I mean...

(honking)

If you want, we could pull over to the side.

I could clear your mind a little bit.

Rawr. - Ew, girl, no!

All right, enough is enough!

(chastity belt clangs)

- I know! - Do you?

(Black Attack pops away)

(sultry music plays)

- Yo, yo, ah!

(Omar thuds to ground)

(rap music)

(chuckling)

- That's right. (chuckling)

Ooh! Okay, lumbar support!

Ooh! Okay. That's how we feelin'. Okay.

(chuckling)

(muffled thud)

(thudding continues)

What the hell is that?

Construction or something?

(thudding continues)

Ah. Something's up. It's nothing.

(smart hub): The time is now 12:46 pm.

- Shit!

Feed this fucking cat.

Okay, thiothixene anti-psychotic feline.

Please approach Bento with caution

if he hasn't yet as his meds as he can become feral

without them and will begin to bang against the wall.

(loud thud) (Bria gasps)

(Bento meows)

(thudding continues)

(meowing continues)

(panting)

In the name of all that is good and pure,

I banish the demons out of you! (cat hissing)

In the name of all that is good and pure,

I banish the demons out of you! (Bento growling)

- In the name of all that's good and pure,

I banish the demons out of you.

In the name of all that is good and pure,

I banish the demons out of you.

I banish the demons out of you!

(screaming)

(alarm sounding) - Fuck, I'm late.

- Oh, hey! - Oh, hi.

(button clacks)

(ominous music builds)

- Oh, Bria, you made it.

Dawn's waiting for you in the boardroom.

I just brought in some water for your meeting.

I can get some tea or coffee, if you prefer?

- Um, no thanks, Cheryl. Water's good.

(Cheryl whistles away)

- Allan's being weird. Ami hasn't replied to your texts.

You're meeting in the boardroom.

And now, Cheryl is being nice to you?

Bitch. You're absolutely getting fired.

- I'm absolutely getting fired. - Bria!

Glad you could make it on such short notice!

(sighing)

- I'm so sorry that I was late. I-I got a flat tire.

And I know it was probably unexpected to hear

that I was at the retreat, but Ami from HR said

that they needed extra support.

And I know that doesn't excuse the drinking but--

- Take a breath, Bria.

- Sorry. (chuckling)

(exhales) Sorry. Uh...

I just want you to know that I do take this job very, very seriously.

I just moved into my own place.

And it'd be terrible if I got fired, like right now.

- You're not getting fired, Bria.

- Oh.

- I would have liked to know that uh,

you were applying for an internal job,

but uh, at the same time,

I understand why you didn't tell me.

You can't always ask for permission.

Sometimes, you just have to go for what you want.

Took me too long to learn, so good for you.

- Oh! Uh, thanks. (chuckling)

I'm-I'm glad you're not upset. - Oh, no. Not at all, dear.

Rather, um, I must say,

I'm quite impressed by your ambition.

That's why, though unexpected,

when I got the request to approve you leaving

the accounting department, I was happy to give my support.

Congratulations. - What?

Wait.

I got the job? - We got the job?

- Oui!

First official day is lundi.

- Oh! - And your new boss, Sharon,

seems very excited about your addition to her team.

It's been a pleasure working with you, Bria.

- Oh. Thanks.

- Bonne chance.

- Yeah. Uh, thanks.

Wow.

- What?! Ah!

Yes! - Let's go.

- Ugh! You gonna say something?

- Meh, not worth it.

- Ah, bastard.

Fuck you, buddy! - Fuck you!

- Ah, ah, ah! Fuck! Fucker!

- Fuck you!

(Black Attack pops away)

(gentle music)

- Girl, you don't like mushrooms?

- Hate mushrooms. - Ladies!

- Ooh! - Thank you!

- No, of course!

All right, come on, come on. - Okay, okay.

(all): Cheers!

- To Bria! Woo! - Oh, thank you.

(moaning)

- That's so good. - That is good.

That's good. - Should be.

It's like $375 a bottle.

It's a vintage, so. - Ooh. Vintage.

- Anyway, keep going. - Yeah.

- Do you get a raise? - Yes, okay.

So, $47,000 to $55,000 and I get year-end bonuses.

(exclaiming) - Wow. Wow.

- Oh, my God, Bria. That is amazing!

You could put that all towards your student loans!

I've used every raise I've ever gotten

to pay off mine and it is nice to be almost debt free.

It's kinda why like, my husband, kid, and I

are still living in the basement unit of my parents' house though.

(chuckling)

You know what? That doesn't matter.

Because just a few more payments

and we can finally start to think about buying a house.

- Right. - Oh, my God,

that shit is so depressing. - Girl, I'm glad you said it.

- Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

- You know, I don't know what I'm gonna treat myself to just yet,

but them student loans are absolutely gonna keep getting

that minimum payment for the foreseeable future.

- Yes. Yas, girl.

- You know, isn't that considered like,

good debt or something? - I think so.

- Yeah. - Oh, my God, no. Bria.

What are you talking about? - Anyway, girly babes,

girly pop, what's new with you? - Wow.

- Okay, well, I'm back on the job hunt.

- Okay. - Oh.

- I recently lost my job due to the faculty's inability

to see the progressive approach I took to my job as a positive.

(both): Oh.

- But I know I did the right thing.

So, no love lost. - Oh, shit.

I'm so sorry, Gemma. I know what it's like

to feel like you're being penalized for doing the right thing.

What kinda jobs were you looking for anyways?

Didn't you work in like,

the registrar's office, or something?

- Yeah. My dad got me the job as soon as I graduated.

- Oh. - So, he's pretty pissed

that I lost it. But whatever.

It's-it's time for me to do my own thing, right?

- Mm-hmm. - Get some independence

from my parents. And their money.

- Okay, Lena Dunham. (chuckles)

- Oh, my God, thank you.

I always thought of myself as more of a Marni-Shoshana cross,

but I take the comparison as high praise nonetheless.

- Yeah. - Oh, my God, no.

No, no, no, no that was... No. That's not really a compliment.

Like, no. - I'm gonna toss these.

- Oh! Oh. Excuse me.

Absolutely not.

(Bria and Ami laugh)

- It's just trash.

- Oh, my God. What are you talking about?

Those are her garbage bags. Come on.

- Ha! Right.

Right, okay. The garbage bags.

- Oh, my God, I thought like everyone had like,

a bag of bags under their sink?

- My mom had like 100 under her sink.

We counted that shit. - Yeah, legit, like trash bags.

- Right. - I have tons for trash.

- Exactly. For trash. - Yeah.

- Gemma, what do you use?

- Oh, you know, just what everybody else uses.

(chuckling) - Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Gemma, you've never even dealt with your own garbage before, have you?

(Bria chuckles)

Marni-Shoshana cross. - Marni-Shoshana.

(Bento meows) Jesus!

I gave you your meds. What else do you want?

- Oh, my God! Bria, you didn't tell us about this little guy.

(chuckling) - Oh, it's so cute.

- Gemma, honey, I know we're still getting to know each other and whatnot,

but if you ever wanna be invited to this condo ever again,

you will take that cat back to its room and you'll do it now.

- Bria, chill! Do you not like cats?

How could you not like cats?

Look at this little cutie patootie.

- It's so cute. - Girl, can you get her?

- Oh, my God. Okay, uh Gemma, babe, you gotta take him out.

You gotta take him out. (Bria): Sorry.

Get!

- Bye!

- Chill. It's chill!

- Okay. Damn. - It's chill.

- Thanks for helping me unpack and for the champagne.

That shit was amazing. - Oh, no worries.

I lifted it from my parents. - Oh.

- Oh, and let me know if you need any help redecorating your space.

I go sailing with one of the Property Brothers, so.

- Oh. Yeah, no I-I'm good.

(chuckles) But tonight was really nice!

I mean, I still can't believe you've never taken out

your own garbage before. (laughs)

But nah, nah, nah, it was, it was nice to hang out,

so I really do appreciate your help.

Have a good night. Okay?

- Okay, you too. - Bye, girly pop.

- Okay, good night. - Bye.

(button clacks) (sighing)

- Oh, my God. She totally thinks

you're some kind of basic bitch princess.

Do you think she hates us now? - I don't know.

She's so hard to read sometimes. Fuck!

I feel like she was just letting me in.

We need to go home and we need to take out the garbage.

(both): Tonight.

(sighing)

(alert pings)

- 27 minutes?

Fuck it. I don't mind a nice little walk.

Let's get it.

("A Thousand Miles" - Instrumental plays)

(elevator chimes)

(orchestral music)

(chuckling)

(sucking teeth)

- That felt intentional.

Hey, Sharon! - Hey, Bria.

(elevator chimes) I'll meet you all on the roof.

- Girl, I am so excited to be here.

I'm ready to do whatever you need, okay?

Roll up my sleeves, get my hands dirty.

- Hmm. I bet.

So, you're Allan's little spy.

- Wait, what? - What?

You think I wouldn't hear about that little stunt

you two pulled at the retreat?

- Oh, no, no, it wasn't like that at all!

Allan just-- - Allan just put in

an extremely good, suspiciously good word for you

to get a job in this department,

despite only working at Smith & Tanner

for just over a month.

I wouldn't play ball with him, so he found someone who would.

So, tell me, what's it like... being the token Black?

- Damn!

(rap music)

(♪)