This is Dante Bosco,and you wouldn't believe
what happened last weekon Blindspotting.
[blade swishes]
[laid-back music plays]
[both] Whoo!
Yo, who's Mustafa?
I was married in Bali.
I became a stepmomto his daughter, Tiarre.
And we was a family.
You said that he didn'tdouble down for you.
It seems unhealthy.
Well, I don't thinkthat healthy
is your areaof expertise lately.
- I'm Ashley.- I'm Teena.
[Ashley] My husband's doinga bid out there.
[Teena] Same.
It all goes downhillfrom here.
But I just wanted some of myown time with my son.
Can you just back off?
Oh, my God. What a bitch.
These are my tax returnssince 2010.
I don't have any before this,
but I thinkthe statute's passed.
And they can't come after us
for some shit I did in 1998.
Uh, Mom...
- Okay, this is--- It has to be you.
Trish can't handlethe paperwork.
I'm not sayingyou have to take over.
I just want to catch you upon the house,
my life insurance, my will.
These are my passwordsfor my laptop,
my phone, my e-banking logins.
Oh, Mom,why are your online passwords
on a piece of paper?
[Rainey] Security.
That's not how that works.
This is a little crazy.
I'm in prison.
I can't even keepthis stuff here.
I know.I just want you to be familiar,
so you can be the point personif something happens.
You know who would makea great point person?
Ashley.
She's gonna knowabout all this anyway.
We don't keep secretsfrom each other.
I mean,why don't you just cut out
the incarcerated middleman here
and just go right to her,please?
We're on a little bitof thin ice, the two of us.
One wrong word,and I'm in danger
of catching frostbitein the living room.
Frostbite? Really?
I just don't want hermaking decisions for me.
Okay.
Did something happen?
Do you want me to talk to herabout it?
[Rainey] No. No, no, no, no.
I just want to enjoymy visit with my son.
It's never long enough.
Well, why don't you cometo one of the weekend
family visit things?
Great. Yes.
Okay, good. Yeah.
Talk to, uh, Ashley about it.She'll set it up.
Just tell her you wanna comethe next time.
Sure.
Okay.
Let's talkabout something else.
- Anything else.- [Miles] Great.
Um, how is Nancy?
[laughing] Oh.
You won't believe what shehas fucked around and done.
♪ ♪
[Janelle coughing]
Damn, Mama.
You was watchingthe Santeria documentaries
again, wasn't you?
Funny.
You having a chill night in?
No, I'm going to Luka'swith Ashley.
Uh, why you got your oldkeyboard in the kitchen?
You should make ita fancy night out.
Get all dressed up,and put on that nude lipstick
you just bought--you know,that nice kind of rouge color.
The rouge color?
- Mama--- [Nancy] Yeah.
No.
Why? What for?
It is Luka's.
Well, you never know
who you might bump into.
I'm only going 'causethat fucking Teena girl--
yeah.
She invited Ash.
And you know Ash been on one,drinking and shit,
so I'm just goingto babysit her.
[Monophonics' "Find My WayBack Home" playing]
I tried.
[doorbell rings]
Oh. Uh-uh. Uh-uh.
Don't try to beat meto the door.
That's what it is.You got a new man coming.
Okay.
Yeah, let me seewhere y'all going.
[singer] ♪ On the telephone ♪
Mustafa.
Hi.
- Bye.- Bye.
[Nancy] Take care of my baby.
- Take care, Mama.- [Janelle] Mama!
What...
♪ ♪
[singer] ♪ That woman's love ♪
♪ Hey, that woman's love ♪
♪ Helps me find my wayBack home ♪
♪ Help a man findHis way back home ♪
♪ ♪
[Teena] So when's y'all'snext family visit?
[Ashley] Actually, they gave usanother slot for next weekend.
Can't believe we gota second one so quick.
[gasps] Do those say Oakland?
Yup.
I like these.
Thank you.
God, I haven't been herein so long.
My squad used to come hereall the time.
Well, it's easy, cheap,
and the niggasare always thirsty,
- so we will never be.- [Ashley laughing]
Fuck, it's cold out here.
I was just trying to be cute.
You really don't get out much,do you?
Yeah, well,I spent 12 years with a man
whose coat I could just steal.
- Mm. True.- [phone dings]
Damn,of course Janelle is bailing.
She came back from Bali100 years old.
Okay, well, fuck her.
You got me, and I do go out.
So just do as I do, bitch.
A'ight.
[Teena] There that nigga is.Come on.
- [Ashley] Huh?- DNAS! Hey!
- Hey, what's good?- [DNAS] Hey, what's up, Teena?
Hey, can we slide in?
All right, but I don't wantno shit tonight, Teena.
[Teena] Nigga, come on.
I don't want you giggingon the bar.
All right.
- All right, come on.- [chuckles]
- What?- What?
[crowd shouting, grumbling]
Sorry, y'all.
Gentrifiers last.
- Let's go.- Okay.
[crowd booing]
Eh-eh-eh. [laughs]
You thoughtyou about to get in here.
Go back.
[Janelle]Why are you here, Staf?
I came to surprise you.
Okay, and what would leadyou to believe that I
wanted you to surprise me?
You've been texting mefor weeks.
You've been telling meyou miss me.
You send nudies.
What about my booty says,
"Fly your asshalfway across the world"?
I mean, have you seen it?
Stop.
What it was saying was,keep your lonely ass in Bali
and never forget howgood you had it...
and that I'm doingbetter than you.
I mean, it was nice,how we were texting, right?
Yeah.
So maybe we can enjoyeach other while I'm here.
See how that feels?
The fuck?
Not keeping up with yourmartial arts training, I see.
Shut up.
I wasn't ready, obviously.
These right here...
best green tea candy in Bali.
I missed these.
I missed you.
Um... [clears throat]
What's all this about, huh?
'Cause you ain't staying here.
This is my Airbnb.
You lying.
Stafa.
[Teena] Shots all night.
[party music playing]
Ooh! Yikes. Okay.
So anyway, bitch,what I was saying--
can we get two more? Mm-hmm.
I was running at Dolores,and this bitch
thinks that she can pass me up.
I'ma start placingthe 200, bitch.
Let me tell you right now.
We like three snakesin the Garden of Eden.
[Teena] Okay, sir, now you knowthat makes no fucking sense.
- Just stop. Okay.- [chuckles]
It wouldn't be properof me to pass you by
without a proper hello.
Not proper at all.
- We're married.- Hell, yeah!
No, not to each other.
- Stop. Stop.- Oh.
They here?
[young man] Hey, yo, uh, Pops.
Listen up now, man.
Yeah, come on, man.Leave them be.
[older man] Damn.
Sorry, young blood.
Sorry, pale young blood.
I didn't realizethey was yours.
Carry on.
So I guess you owe mea drink now, huh?
Wait, what was that?
I said, you owe me a drink.
I let you say you could pullme, so where's my drink?
[young man] All right, come on,I got you.
Okay. Go ahead.
- No. Oh.- Oh.
[both laugh] Hi.
- Oh.- Ah... hello.
Hey, listen, um, look,my friend dragged me here.
He wants to make sureI have some fun,
but I'm not great at this.
Can I buy you a drink?
- Please?- [Ashley chuckles]
Sure. A Beautiful.
Yes, you are.
[laughs] No, I'm talkingabout the drink.
- The what now?- The- the drink?
A Beautiful?
Two parts Hennessy, one partGrand Marnier, in a snifter.
- All right.- Warmed up.
- You got it.- And- and a cherry, please.
[young man]Hey, can I get a Beautiful?
With a-with a cherry.
- [Teena] Oh, yay. Yay.- Yay.
[Janelle laughs]No, you did not.
She's too young to bebringing boys home anyway.
- Oh, my God.- I had to at least scare him,
you know.
How was I supposed to know
he didn't knowhow to land properly?
Staf, oh, my God.
Ah, he'll be fine...
in a few weeks.
Uh-uh. Uh-uh.
- Ah, look at Ti.- Aw.
I miss Tiarre so much.
She still talksabout you all the time.
I don't get you, Staf.
I was there.
I was so readyto make a life with you.
Janelle, my daughterbarely got to know
her mother before she died.
I wasn't asking youto let me replace her mother.
I was asking for you to makea new space for me.
I was asking you to fightfor me in your life, for us.
I-
[soft music plays]
♪ ♪
- Janelle.- Don't.
♪ ♪
Your form was a bit wilder, no?
No.
My parries are fine, strong.
Nah, it felt sluggish, slow...
like you haven't been training.
Oh, well,big surprise there, huh?
Nothing I do is enough.
And let's be very clear.
I'm as sharp as ever.
[energetic drum music plays]
You were always enough.It wasn't that.
No? What was it, then?
I can't explain it.
But it just hurt the first timeshe called you "Mom."
Well, I love her.
I can't helphow she felt about me.
I wasn't ready to hear hercall you that.
I'm sorry.
But I never thought you'd leaveus.
I had to leave.
You were shutting me out
and pretendingthat you weren't.
[grunting]
Are you okay?
Oh. Okay.
So hold up.
What was your planwith this grand gesture, huh?
- What?- 'Cause I noticed you
didn't bring Tiarre with you.
That means that youcame here to, what,
to fuck and thendisappear again,
or relive some shitthat I didn't already bury?
No, that's not it.That's not-that's not true.
- No? No?- "That's not true? No, no, no?"
- That's not true?- That's not it.
Okay, then show me your visa.Mm-hmm.
'Cause if you staying herelonger than 30 days,
you gonna need a visa, playboy.
Where that's at?
♪ ♪
You're right.
I didn't come to Oaklandto move here.
I want you to come backto Bali.
Be my wife again.
You saidI never fought for you.
Well, here I am.
I'm here to fightfor your love.
[soft dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
Bring it, then.
[shouts]
[grunts]
Hey. Y'all smoke?
Oh, yes, God, please.
I know it's a little fancy,but--
No, I could do fancy.
I like nice things.
[laughs]
Shit, it's fucking coldin here.
I got my jacket over there,if you want to wear it.
Wh-what?
My jacket! It's over there.
Oh. Uh, nah.
Nah. [laughs] I'm good.
All right.
[Teena] Two more, please.
Whoo!
Girlfriend, girlfriend,girlfriend, go.
[young man] Okay!
Hey, hey, let's go. Whoo!
Shots!
[singer] ♪ Hyphy, hyphy,Hyphy, hyphy ♪
[Tia Nomore]♪ Came to get it popping ♪
♪ Like it's bubble wrap ♪
Actually, you know what?
Um, can I... can I getyour jacket?
Oh, okay.
Thanks!
♪ Been stealingniggas' jackets since '99! ♪
The patriarchy owes us, okay?It's a tax.
[laughs]
[grunts]
[upbeat drum music plays]
Oh.
Oh, you just goingto get on up, huh?
Not Nancy's stuff.She'll kill me.
♪ ♪
What?
Oh!
[grunting]
[gasps]
♪ ♪
Fuck, it feels so goodto be out doing
some normal-ass shit, girl.
I needed this.
Oh, yeah, no, anytime.
["N.E.W. Oakland" playing]
[Mistah F.A.B.]♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, look ♪
[Teena] Whoo! It burns!
[Mistah F.A.B.] Hey, man,it's your boy Fabby Davis Jr.
of the Mack Pack, man.
You know what I'm saying?
And, uh, niggas be hatingon the Town, man.
So we can really show y'allhow that shit go, man.
Look.♪ I got the North ♪
[all singing along] ♪ Got theEast got the West with me ♪
♪ So I suggest you niggasDon't mess with me ♪
♪ You need to be cool 'causeyou don't wanna squabble ♪
♪ 'Cause we could dothe fool ♪
♪ But you don'twant a problem ♪
♪ Put that on somethingI put that on fathers ♪
♪ Put that on somethingI put that on mamas ♪
♪ Put that on somethingI put that on grandcitas ♪
♪ You run up on me,Get your man beat up ♪
♪ Bushrod, Gaskill,6-deuce, Goldenville ♪
Ah!
[dramatic music plays]
Come on.
Ladies first.
Bet.
♪ ♪
[chorus] ♪ Real high ♪
[Haiti Babii] ♪ These niggasWanna speak down on me ♪
♪ I'ma slay 'em with my fire ♪
♪ With my fire, my fire ♪
♪ Hot like lava,what do you desire ♪
♪ I'm on fire ♪
♪ You you can't can'ttrust me bitch ♪
♪ I'm about my dollar ♪
♪ That's the reasonWhy I'm rich ♪
♪ They try to slanderMy name ♪
♪ But I won't let 'emGet this close ♪
♪ Oh, Lord, oh ♪
♪ Listen to me ♪
♪ Listen to my story,Story, story, story ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I kept it a flamma ♪
♪ And I ride with my banga ♪
♪ I was thugging,Twisting my fingers ♪
♪ All my niggas,They so dangerous ♪
♪ Can't ride with us ♪
♪ We're taking flights ♪
♪ If I say jump,Would you do it? ♪
♪ What would it takeYou to prove it? ♪
♪ Fuck it, I mightPull up with a choppa ♪
♪ And chop your partnerLike steak and lobster ♪
♪ Pull up with a thermometer ♪
♪ Extended clipLike a helicopter ♪
♪ We can get hekka traffic ♪
♪ While traveling throughAfrica ♪
♪ Faker denI thought you was ♪
♪ I thought you wasA conqueror ♪
♪ Fucking up your facultiesActually causing casualties ♪
♪ But everybody dies, BI'ma hustle ♪
♪ It reminds me of a nigga inThe '90s ♪
♪ With a mack on my lap ♪
♪ Slander my name ♪
♪ But IWon't let 'em get this close.
♪ Oh, Lord ♪
♪ Oh, listen, listen to me ♪
♪ Listen to my story,Story, story, story ♪
♪ Oh ah ♪
[grunting]
Stop it.
We love each other.We can do this.
Don't do that stuff.Don't try to read me, okay?
I ain't seen youin almost a year.
[grunting]
What kind of form is that?
Town.
Town?
Oakland. My true form, okay?
I had to come home.
I was scared.
I needed to be with my family.
Titi misses you.
I miss you.
I wasn't readyfor her to call you Mom
because it felt like it was...
erasing something about her,
something about me.
When you left,there was this love,
this great indescribable lovethat I lost,
and Tiarre lost it too.
We've lost so much already.
I can't lose you too.
We are family.
No shit, Staf.
Why you didn't just text that?
[laughing quietly]
Because I feellike the delivery is key.
[plays keyboard pensively]
♪ ♪
♪ I hope I don't go back ♪
♪ To slanging yayo ♪
♪ Slanging yayo ♪
♪ To get my mail, oh ♪
♪ I hope I don't go back ♪
♪ To slanging yayo ♪
♪ Slanging yayo ♪
♪ To get my mail, oh ♪
You learnedmy favorite E-40 song?
♪ Been a hustler since birth ♪
♪ Mama selling dinnersFor the church ♪
♪ Red-handed, caught meStealing money out of purse ♪
♪ Got branded, permanentWhip scars on my back ♪
♪ I used to get beatWith racing car tracks ♪
♪ But now me got wealth,Holding a conference call ♪
♪ In my hands-freeCar telephone ♪
♪ Looking like I'm talkingto myself ♪
♪ Shooting the breeze,Cutting it up real tough ♪
♪ Like chopping it upLike a true businessman ♪
♪ Talking about, by the way,B, what we doing this week ♪
♪ On SoundScan? ♪
♪ I hope I don't back
♪ To slanging yayo ♪
♪ Slanging yayo ♪
♪ To get my mail, yo ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ ♪
I love you, Staf.
I love you more.
♪
Oh.
No, no, no, no, no.
Go away.
Hey, but I thought that--
Move!
Hey. But... But...
[Ashley] Oh, time to go, bitch.
- Get up!- [Teena] What?
- [young man] Wait, wait?- [Teena] Wait, no, call me!
- [young man] What the fuck?- This bad. This bad.
[Teena] 696--
Get the fuck off me, bitch!
I'm trying to help you.
[Teena] What are you talkingabout?
Handleyour Saturday night nigga,
and I'll handle mine, okay?
I have a husband,and so do you.
Where? Where is he?
Chri-Chris? Chris?
Chri--oh, that's right.
He's doing ten yearsin prison, Ashley.
That's not funny, Teena.
"That's not funny, Teena."
So this is what you doon the weekends, huh?
I brought you here to getyour mind
off of the truth, okay?
Miles doesn't belongto you anymore.
He belongs to them.
You can't stand hereand tell me
that you don't seethat fucking shit.
Nothing is ever the fuckingsame after this shit, Ashley.
You are just like me.
You know what the fuckwe're doing here.
You think I didn'tsee you in there
kissing that pale-ass nigga?
[laughs]Come on girl.
You came out here in that tightass dress
thought you weren't gonna getany attention.
I know what you want.
I know that you want this.
You wanted hin to come and feelup on you, didn't you?
[grunts]
[laughs]
[yelps]
Bitch!
Get off.
Shit.
What the fuck?
Get off of me!
Ow.
Oh, shit.
Fuck.
It fucking burns.
[sighs]
You wanna go to Caribbean City?
What? Why? Now?
Well, bitch, my night'snot over.
- We just fought.- So?
- "So?"- So friends fight, okay?
Now I know I gotta back up
if I'ma roast you or something.
Girl, I gotta go home.
You sure?
Yeah, I'm sure.
Okay.
[sighs]
Yikes.
Right there.
Hey.
I know you thinkI don't miss him.
But I do.
Every fucking day.
You didn't see anything.
Okay?
Night, Ash.
[heavy music plays]
♪ ♪
♪ This is the balladOf the broken ♪
♪ Eulogy of the bruisedThat spews unspoken ♪
♪ on a poorly-lit corner of WestOakland, ♪
♪ Where new whites drive byOn fixed-gear bikes ♪
♪ And old town shit diesBy the light ♪
♪ Of another liquorStore closing ♪
♪ And I am a vagabondof afterthoughts ♪
♪ Manic in the pageantry of anImpossible plastic posture ♪
♪ Pressured by a rottingPrecedent of my Babylon ♪
♪ So before you begin,Let me remind you ♪
♪ These motherfuckers wish IWas who they never could be ♪
♪ Wish they did what it doesWhile I do it begrudgingly ♪
♪ I am most in the mud ♪
♪ It's made thick in my blood ♪
♪ And I misstep occasionally ♪
♪ So fucking what? ♪
Fuck!
♪ I trip right on the gun ♪
♪ Fuck, I mixed lightsWith the rum ♪
♪ And flew a bit tooTight to the Sun ♪
♪ A Bay girl getsNo license to run ♪
♪ I got to be dirty asA Magdalene ♪
♪ And holy to these-Holy to these- ♪
♪ Holy to these niggasas a nun-as a nun ♪
♪ And down like a clown,No matter the sentence sung ♪
♪ Or grip on my lungs-grip on my lungs- ♪
♪ Grip on my lungs ♪
♪ But what if I'm comingUndone? ♪
♪ What if-what if-what ifThey got me coming undone? ♪
[laughs] Fuck, I'm not the one.
I'm not the fucking one.
Nelle.
[doorbell rings]
[Janelle] Okay, I'm coming.
Shit, knocking on my--
shit, Ash, you okay?
You look cute but fucked up.
Yes.
Ooh, girl, is that Mustafa?
[Janelle] Mm-hmm.
[Ashley] He looksmore handsome in person.
I like the facial hair.
[Janelle] Okay. All right.
Why don't you come on inside?
No, no, no, no, no.
I want to...
- What? You what?- mm...
I just came to saythat I love you, Janelle.
And I love you so much.
[Janelle] Oh.
Oh.
Okay.
I love you too.
Uh-huh.
Girl, he's cute.
[Janelle] Mm-hmm.
You should hold onto himreal tight.
He is fine, ain't he?
Yeah.
Oh, I'm-I'm sorry.
[Janelle] Yeah.
I shouldn't be here.
Okay, um, just act like...
act like I wasn't here.
I'm a magic-I'm a magician.
Shh.
Shh, okay.
Please text mewhen you get home.
Okay.
Mm-mm.
She seems nice.
Mm-hmm.
And has a great eyefor how handsome I am.
Shut up.
Give me my blunt.
[soft jazz music plays]
[door opens]
♪ ♪
[Rainey] Hey, party girl.
Wild night?
Huh?
Oh. Um, yeah.
Is Sean asleep?
Out like an adorable log.
It looks like you lostan earring.
- Honey, are you--- I can't.
Um... I can't be around youright now, Rainey.
I'm sorry.
Good night.
And frostbite.
♪