You won't believe what happenedlast week on Blindspotting.
Let's go.
[upbeat music playing]
[kid] His daddy in San Quentin.
My nigga, your wholefamily with the shits?
Hey, I'm with the shits now.
We'll deal with that tomorrow.
[Miles] Ashley Reynolds,will you marry me?
Yes.
[Rainey] There's this 48 hour
weekend visitation program
for married couplesat San Quentin.
- Sex!- ♪ Sex in jail ♪
After you and Sean dothis first weekend,
I thought maybe Iwould take the next one
to get a little time with Miles.
Really catching me off guardwith this shit, Rainey.
[Rainey] We moms get tokeep our secrets, don't we?
[indistinct loudspeakerannouncement]
Only linens in here, right?
Yes, sir.
Okay. Right throughsecurity, please.
[indistinct radio chatter]
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
Don't be scared, baby.
[growls softly]
I'm good.
♪ ♪
[alarm buzzes]
Come on, come on!
Is this where we'regonna be staying?
I can't believeI'm gonna see Dad!
- Come on, come on!- What's up, man?
- Dad!- [Miles] What's up?
Big hug! Big hug!
Hey, baby.
Damn, you lookgood as hell, girl.
Oh!
I'm gonna go pick my room.
Beat it.
[Sean trilling]
Well, what are we gonnado for 48 hours alone?
I wonder, I wonder.
- Wait.- [Miles] What?
- What, what, what? No.- Baby, wait, wait, wait.
What is so important that you...
[Ashley] Turns out,
if it's under $100,
you can wear your wedding ring.
[soft music plays]
♪ ♪
You know I love you, right?
I love you too.
[Sean chatters indistinctly]
[Sean] Dad, what's the Wi-Fi?
Um, there is no Wi-Fi here,my man, unfortunately.
Damn, this place kindabusted, my nigga.
- What?- What?
[soft dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
[upbeat organ music playing]
[Rainey] No, I'm not staying.
I was just walkinghere with Nancy.
It was really niceto meet everyone.
[Nancy] I'll walk her out.
[churchgoer] All right.
You said it wasn'ta Black church.
[Nancy] It's not.
Everyone in there is Black.
I don't want to be the onlywhite person in the room
talking about my problems
when everybody elsehas my problems too,
but they're also, you know...
- Black.- Yeah, it's a Black church.
- It's not. Now...- It's right in the name.
Moses the BlackEpiscopal Church.
It's not "Moses, theBlack Episcopal Church."
The saint's nameis Moses the Black,
and then it's a church.
I appreciate you looking outfor me, Nancy, I really do,
but I'm fine.
And if I wasn't, myfirst stop isn't church.
I love to paint.That's my happy place.
Let's go paint then.
Because you seem... off.
I'm not off.
And I would loveto paint with you.
- Fine.- Fine.
[Ashley] That is an adult word.
You are not allowedto say that word.
Only mommy can say it.
- Not Dada?- [Miles] Oh, boy.
Ugh, no.
You cannot say that word.That's all that matters.
But why?
Okay. Baby?
I think this may be oneof those teachable moments
that AOC talks about.
So, uh, take it away.
[Ashley scoffs]
Why do I have to explain it?
Well... you're Black.
[Ashley] Oh.
Okay, well, yourpeople made it up.
I think we shouldstick together on this.
Yeah, okay.
You just can't say it.
You just can't, my bruh.
[upbeat music playing]
♪ ♪
[Rainey] No... fuck!
Motherfucking goddamn stool!
Motherfucker!
This yo' happy place?
Yes, Nancy. I'm justout of that tea now.
Okay, look, whileI stand by the idea
that you should comewith me to group,
I apologise fordragging you there.
I just don't do the Jesus thing.
I wish. I really do.
It seems way better.
I just can't do it.
Okay, I'ma get a rag.
I'm fine.
- We're gonna smoke.- [Nancy] Okay.
But you chant. You meditate.
You got some God stuff going on.
Nope, no God.
[Nancy] No God?
Not a single amenuttered earnestly.
Shit.
Miles wears a cross on his neck.
Nah, he just likes the shape.
He says it's a T for Turner.
But if it's a bad wordand it hurts people,
then why does Auntie Janellesay it, and Tía Trish?
Well, Black people cansay it to each other
because it meanssomething different.
But it doesn't matterbecause you can't say it
until you're older.
But why?
- Miles, we are not doing this.- He's asking.
- No, he asking.- We're not doing it.
Um, well, it's hurtful
when white people sayit to Black people
because of slavery and,uh, systemic inequality,
generational trauma, my bruh.
But Black people...
Adult Black people.
Adult Black people
have reclaimed the word,
and it can now be aterm of endearment,
like "bruh," my bruh.
Okay, all you needto know is that
you cannot say thatword until you're 14,
and then we can revisit it.
Understood?
Okay.
Strong mama.Strong mom energy.
Just momming thewhole situation.
What's Satanic geometry?
I think you mean systemicinequality, my bruh.
Um, why don't you go
get that box overthere in the corner
and, uh, clear off thebig table over there,
because Papa needs to doa little bit of explaining
in a fatherly way.
Come on.
Okay, let's justassume for a moment
that Jesus was even a real man.
You sure you want to have thisconversation without weed?
I just don't trust the church.
I mean, I go to church,
but I don't necessarilytrust "the church" either.
Look, if you grew upin Arkansas in 1920
like my mother,
you could get killedon the side of the road
for no reason at all.
So your faith hasto be unshakable,
even if it was foundedthrough the only religion
we were allowed to practice,which didn't quite fit.
Amen, or preach, orwhatever you people say.
- Uh...- [Rainey] You church people,
not you Black people.
Oh, my God, fuck everything.
[Dauntes] Can I say something?
[Rainey] Of course.
Rainey, it's totally fineand okay to be angry in life.
We all get angry sometimes.
You just need to letit out on a cup of tea
till you figureout where to put it
so it doesn't get in your way.
[both chuckle]
Thank you, Dauntes.
Where have you been hiding that?
[Miles] It's timefor Gold Rush Hour.
[sweeping Western music plays]
Okay, now that theboard is nice and level,
give me all your gold.
Give me all that gold andgive me all that gold.
- No, this is my gold.- Right here.
- You're not taking it.- Move the gold.
I'm trying to teachthe boy a lesson.
- No. No...- [Miles] Uh-uh, come up off it.
Come up off it.
Phew. Do not lookat this board.
This board, this isan old, old game.
This is very racist.
Cover these up. [chuckles]
All right, Papa goes first.
I'm gonna be the boot.
Uh-huh.
One, two, three,four, five, six.
I struck gold.
That's gold rush, baby!
Gimme that bag right there.
That's my haul.Give me my haul.
Give me my haul. Allright, we got that.
Now I'm gonna goahead and go again.
[dramatic music plays]
Oh, struck gold again!
Give me that.
Ah, ah.
Gold!
Come on, give it tome. Give it to me now.
Oh, look at all this gold.
Look at this whole stackof generational wealth.
I'ma throw thisover my shoulder.
I'm gonna go starta family empire.
Oh, yeah.
Is it my turn yet?
No.
And that, my boy, issystemic inequality.
That's one of the many reasonswhy you can't say that word
we were talking about, okay?
This game takes place in 1849.
It's not gonna beanother 16 years
before you're even in the game.
And when you're finally init, it's still totally rigged.
I wonder if theyhave Monopoly here.
'Cause if they do, Ican use that to explain
redlining to him whenwe get up to the 1930s.
I mean, I'm gonna makemy way there slow...
[Ashley] Okay, okay,okay, we get it.
You've been reading.
Bedtime. I'm takingall this gold.
Taking it back from theman trying to hold us down.
[Miles] That's not howwhite privilege works.
We're going to bed.
This is a... this is anew world you're building.
[Ashley] Pack it up!
[whispering] Justlet me touch it.
[Miles] No, we can't. He'sstill... he's still up.
Let's just wait a little.
[Ashley] Oh, I don't care.
[Miles] Okay, whatif he's scared
sleeping in the other room?
Oh, oh, hey... Ooh,girl, cold hands.
- Cold hands, cold hands, okay.- [both laugh]
- Okay, let's just go for it.- Oh.
Let's just go...
[Ashley] Just...
[door creaks]
[Sean] Can I sleep with you two?
I want to hang with Dad.
[whispering] No, no.
No. No.
You want to hang with Dad?
[whispering] He wantsto hang with Dad.
[whispering] Fuck.
[normally] Yeah,man, climb in.
Climb up.
- Oh.- Oh, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no. Uh...
Go over. Go over.
- Over, kid.- Come on. Come on.
Okay, I'll justturn out a little.
Okay.
Sleepover.
Let's go, kid.Sure, sure, sure.
You don't wanna, you know,sleep in your own room
or in the livingroom with the TV?
Nah.
[both sigh]
Cool.
[quirky music plays]
♪ ♪
- [sighs]- [grunting]
[exhales deeply]
[alarm blaring]
[Miles sighs]
[soft dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
[alarm blaring]
♪ ♪
[alarm blaring]
♪ ♪
[soft music plays]
♪ ♪
[walkie talkie crackling]
Hey! [laughs]
♪ ♪
[seagulls calling]
[Ashley] Ooh, bugs.What's your favourite bug?
[Sean] It's a scorpionfly. It's really cool.
[Ashley] A scorpionfly? Does it sting?
[Sean] It actuallydoesn't sting.
But it has thebutt of a scorpion
and the face of a fly.
Isn't that wild?
Ooh, I was in that pillow.
What time is it?
It's noon.
Noon?
- [sighs]- [Ashley] You slept in.
It seems like youneeded the rest.
I can't believe they wake youup at 5:00 a.m. like that.
[Miles] We wasted so much time.
Why don't you... whydidn't you just wake me up?
- Fuck.- Baby, chill out.
We're all here now.
Your son is telling veryinteresting stories.
And we've got plenty of time.
Dad, are you gonnahave waffles too?
[Miles] Waffles?
Yeah, well, if I'mgonna have waffles,
we gotta have wafflesthe way I made them
when I was growingup, all right?
In order to do that,I need two waffles.
Hit me.
First thing we're gonna do,
little bit of peanutbutter on each side.
'Cause we don't wantthat jam sogginess
to mess up the delicacy here.
Then gonna put a little bitof jam just on one side.
We're gonna grab a banana,
put some of those banana slices
all up in the middle.
Then we're gonnatake both sides,
we're gonna smoosh 'em together.
And then withchef-like precision,
we're gonna cutthat thing in half.
Sha-blow.
Breakfast PB andJ... for lunch.
- What say you to that?- [giggles]
I-I want one.
[Rainey] Hey, Nancy.
Sorry. Sorry.
Mine are sitting rightby the door, I know it.
It's okay. Whatare neighbours for?
Doesn't Trish have a key?
Yeah, it's tooembarrassing to call her.
Thank you.
Oh, there's no reasonto be embarrassed.
I lock myself outtoo, plenty of times.
It's not necessarily dementia.
- Okay, don't say it.- Okay.
You don't have to say the word.
Sorry. Sorry.
The D word.
Why don't you walkwith me for a while
till my date picks me up?
You know, I getflustered and forgetful
when something isreally bothering me.
Is there anything...
Ashley won't let me come withthem to family visitation
to spend the weekendwith my own fucking kid.
Well, that came right out.
And she knows about the D-word.
[Nancy] Well, you need tosit her ass down and be like,
"Little girl, I'm comingto the next visitation."
And just sign yourself up.
She is not in charge.
Yeah, but she is, though.
To her, I'm justcrazy old Maurice.
- Bonjour!- Bonjour!
- [laughs]- Whoa.
- Whoa.- Oh.
You okay?
[Rainey] Yes. [clears throat]
Yes, I'm fine.
Okay. No, no. Youneed to sit down.
- Come on.- [sighs]
[light percussive music plays]
♪ ♪
[all gulping]
[all sigh]
[children chattering]
I wish the boys were five again.
So many great child memories.
Collin ran thatmaze so many times.
He peed himself andjust kept on running.
Little nasty-ass boys.
Remember when they tookthe sailing classes
over at the boathouse?
I'm still boycotting that place.
They wouldn't let Trish signup for the teen sailing program
'cause they claimedthey caught her
teaching the othergirls how to...
- [chuckles]- Whatever.
- We can't support that place.- Oh.
I say this with love, buty'all are hella stubborn.
Why hold a grudge for a decade?
Someone fucks with you,
it's the only poweryou have left.
You can't win a grudgematch with Ashley.
Or prison, or time.
Sometimes it just iswhat the fuck it is.
And you gotta getright with that.
[dramatic guitar music plays]
♪ ♪
[Miles] All right, youhandsome scoundrel,
this town ain't big enoughfor no yellow-bellied bandito.
And I'm the quickest draw
this side of theSierra mountains.
Now you put those pistols down!
Never!
- Fine! Blaow!- [gunshots ringing]
[all mimicking gunshots]
[alarm blaring]
Pause, everyone.
Count. Just thecount. [grunts]
Time out, family.
[Ashley] Hey, Sean,you want some cookies?
Can we have... ice cream?
[Ashley] I'm sorry, baby.
We're not allowed tohave that in here.
Wow, this place is busted.
[Miles] Hey, enough chitchat.
Now, I got five in the chamber.
And I aim to use 'em. One,two, three, four, five.
It's time for thefinal showdown!
Ahh!
[yelling]
- [gunshots]- [both mimicking gunfire]
[Miles] Come on!
Oh! Oh!
[grunting]
- Blaow!- Oh, no!
Fake-out. Oh.
[Sean] Blaow!
Pow.
[laughs]
But the boy was a zombie cowboy!
[Ashley] Not zombie cowboys!
[all yelling]
- Zombie cowboy!- [screaming]
- [Miles] I'm alive again!- [Sean] Zombie!
[all yelling]
Good night, baby.
Night, kid.
I'm still thinking about thatword you said I can't say.
Like, why?
Why is it so bad?
There's plenty ofother bad words.
- [Miles] Mm-hmm.- Why is it badder than f...
You better not.
Fudge?
[laughs] Well played, sir.
Okay. Um...
[soft music plays]
We are going to tell you
a very, very, very long story.
You might notunderstand all of it.
But... we're gonna try.
[somber music plays]
♪ ♪
[laughing]
♪ ♪
[auctioneer shoutingindistinctly]
♪ ♪
[muffled laughter, chatter]
♪ ♪
Sold!
♪ ♪
[muffled laughter, cheering]
♪ ♪
[policeman shouts]
[sirens wailing]
♪ ♪
[shouting]
[music intensifying]
♪ ♪
No!
- [distant gunshots ring]- [all shouting]
♪ ♪
So your people didthat to my people?
[sighs]
Um...
I am your people, man.
I always will be.
You are my people too.
But it is complicated.
So till it makes alittle bit more sense...
you can't use that word, okay?
It's like Voldemort.
Oh!
[both laugh]
[Miles] Hit me.
My man, give me a hug.
Ooh!
I love you.
Love you too, Dad.
Go to sleep.
We'll talk aboutthis more later.
"It's like Voldemort?"Really? Okay.
- Well, it worked, didn't it?- Baby, come on.
Get out of here beforehe does something else.
[door creaks]
Earl?
Rainey?
- Is this how you know Nancy?- Eh...
Everybody's at thisfucking church but me.
- Well, I don't think...- Let me ask you something.
Do you considerthis a Black church?
It's a very Black church.
- It's hella Black.- I know.
But it's not... It'snot my shit, though.
I just deliver trays here.
The pastor, heorders food from me
for, like, events and stuff.
And I just say a prayer onmy way out the door to myself
so I don't feel terribleabout the in-and-out.
So no God for you either?
This is my theory.
God...
God is like the N word to me.
Both were given to us unwanted,reclaimed, reappropriated,
and now they're whateverBlack people need 'em to be.
So you do pray on the way out?
Well, my kind of prayer, yeah.
I just say what's on my mind.
And as long as I'mhonest about it,
then I feel like I'm givingan adequate amount of faith.
Doesn't sound entirely terrible.
I'm walking yourway. Wanna come?
No, I'm just gonna havea seat for a few minutes.
[Earl] Okay.
Later, Rainey.
[low rumbling building]
[rumbling stops abruptly]
[sighs]
Hello.
I'm me.
I will suppose a you, I suppose.
I think I am... hitting a wall.
Or boiling over or spilling out.
It's gotten heavyis what I mean,
this relentlessdread of uncertainty
draped like a cape.
I can smell the metaland bleach still
from the floorswhere blood and spit
and love and death fall,
and my son is behindthe looking glass there.
[soft dramatic music plays]
I am a vagabond
of hollowed wisdom I can't share
and a growinganger I can't bear.
All the many who's, you know?
Who puts a mother's heartbehind a jagged wire?
Who traps memoriesin the desert heat?
What might evaporatebefore I get him back
laughing in our kitchen seats?
What can I feed an angerenough of to make it weak?
What truth to thispowerful powerlessness
can I speak?
Because it has made me weak.
I feel angry
at this... weak.
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter on TV]
[Ashley] I just checked on him.
He's out.
Out out?
Mm-hmm.
[Miles] Shit. Come here.
- Let me get this.- [Ashley] Oh.
[Miles] Shield children's eyes.
Mm-hmm. Some of that.
Okay, okay, take-take this off.
Okay.
- Oh, ow!- Shit. Sorry, sorry.
Sorry, sorry,sorry, sorry, sorry.
Okay, okay.
Oh.
Let's see, let meget my pants...
Oh, shit, thisdrawstring's real tight.
- [Ashley] TV up.- [TV chatter grows]
- Okay.- [sighs]
[both breathing heavily]
[both whispering indistinctly]
Okay.
[soft music plays]
♪ ♪
God damn.
God damn boy, yo' mom fine!
- Shh!- [laughs]
♪ ♪
[both breathing heavily]
[whispering] I love you.
Oh, shit.
[moaning]
♪ ♪
Okay, let's go to sleep nowso I can be in a deep sleep
before the "bzzt"at midnight, please.
Nah, come on.
I made coffee.
I got all of Sean'ssnacks out here.
We can just stayup and eat 'em all.
Come on, stay up with me.
It's our last night.
Baby, I can't. I'm exhausted.
I have to go to work tomorrow.
Okay, well, if the buzzer'sgonna keep you up anyway,
what's one tired nightevery three months
so we get a littlebit more time?
Come on, just havecoffee with me, eh?
- Come on.- [Ashley laughs]
Baby, I don't wanna have coffee.
It's gonna make it impossiblefor me to go to sleep.
Let's just lay in bed together.
[Miles] I don't want to lay.
I did that lastnight, all right?
I overslept.
I want to spend some timewith you and me, just us.
He's asleep.
Can we hang out, please?
My eyes are half-closed already.
It's my sex ritual,sex and sleep.
Are you gonna make mefucking beg you right now?
Miles, chill.
Okay, we can just wake upearly tomorrow morning.
Don't tell me to fucking chill.
Don't tell me to fuckingchill in here, all right?
We don't have tomorrow.
You go to work, and I stay here.
We don't have tomorrow, okay?
- This is almost over!- Miles, lower your voice.
[alarm blaring]
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
[knock on door]
You hiding out up here?
Uh, I got home from work.
Just been laying here.
Well, I'm playingbones with Sean,
who keeps saying he'splaying Dad rules,
so I don't get a turn.
I need a break.
I brought you some tea.
Yeah, I know he's a handfulright now, I get it.
No, I'm glad you guys hada great family weekend.
I'm happy you're both back.
It's a big house.
[Ashley] Thanks, Rainey.
We did have a happy weekend.
You're welcome.
Good.
What's that?
Oh, it's Nancy's paintingof Collin and Janelle's dad.
No! No, no, no.
[upbeat music playing]
♪ ♪