♪ Sup ♪
♪ Fam? ♪
♪ Mmm... ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
♪ On the day ♪
♪ We arrived on Fairfax ♪
- ♪ Fairfax ♪ - ♪ Blinged-out ♪
♪ Stepping into the sun ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Well, there's more to be copped ♪
♪ Than could ever be copped ♪
♪ More drip than could ever be dropped ♪
♪ It's the circle of hype ♪
♪ And it moves us all... ♪
♪ And it moves us all ♪
♪ It's the circle ♪
♪ Of hype ♪
♪ The circle of hype ♪♪
♪ Oh... ♪
- ♪ Waitin' for the... ♪ - ♪ Drop ♪
- ♪ Waitin' for... ♪ - ♪ The drop ♪
- ♪ Waitin' for the ♪ - ♪ Oh... ♪
♪ Waitin' for the ♪♪
[indistinct chatter]
Ooh!
Take it in, Dale.
The Fairfax Flea Market.
- [squawking] - I know I always say nature sucks,
but this is an ecosystem I can get behind.
[growling]
[monkey screeching sounds]
- [snarling] - [Dale] Wow.
I-I always thought fleas were where you got furniture made out
of license plates, but this is like a hypebeast Disneyland.
[chuckles] Yeah. Minus the racist log ride.
Oh, and the racist Jungle Cruise.
Oh, and the racist little people world.
Wait. Uh-uh.
This place is famous, Dale.
All the legends found their look at the Fairfax Flea.
Yeah, it's where Billie Eilish found
her double-XL Gucci shorts.
And where Tupac found his bandana!
And where Melody gets her sense of entitlement!
- [chuckles] Ooh. Savage. - [chuckling]
Super savage. [chuckles]
- [giggles nervously] - No. - Mm-mm. Mm-mm.
Damn, D, Melody still got you all up in your feelings?
She's messing with my head, bruh.
That's why it's time for a little retail therapy.
I'm gonna find a jacket that tells that two-faced biotch
I'm not interested.
Unless she changes her mind. Wish me luck.
A'ight, Dale, you ready to flea?
[chuckles] Oh, yeah.
And I got a little something something
I've been saving for a special occasion.
♪ ♪
The 1969 GT California Radio Flyer.
Less than a hundred were made.
I spent three years restoring this wagon.
It is my life. It is my love...
It is only gonna slow us down.
This shit is lame as hell.
What? No way.
Think of all the Latrine gear we can fill this puppy with.
Touché, Dale.
Now you're thinking like a real dealer.
Yo, Tru, you coming with?
My boy Rico just got in a hot new batch
of vintage Latrine gear.
Not today, boys. I got a shopping list longer
than a CVS receipt.
Yah. [chuckles] I got to up my production game.
'Cause there are full-blown seven-year-old auteurs
making Chrissy Nolan movies on TikTok right now, man.
[Benny] Suit yourself, Tru.
Let's roll, Dale.
Don't forget to hydrate, boys.
It's a scorcher today.
Ooh! Hey, Ms. Rubin, what's with this boomer vape?
Is this how y'all got lifted during the Great Depression?
[laughs] No, baby, that's my talk box.
It's like, uh, Auto-Tune's dad.
Go ahead. Say something into it.
♪ I once saw Damien Chazelle at Yoshinoya ♪♪
Whoa, this is sick.
[hawk cries]
Hmm, where is it? Where is it?
[groaning]
What the...?
Ugh. [grunts]
Hey. Out of my way, Sergeant Thick.
Sherman.
Hmm.
Weird. We should have hit my boy Rico three Gucci booths ago.
All this Off-Brian shit's messing with my head.
Ooh, maybe he's this way.
♪ ♪
- Hmm. - Dale, no!
That's the Shady Side.
We don't go that way.
We stay in the sun, where the good good is.
But how can one side be good and another be bad?
I don't make the rules, cuh. The culture does!
And that's where the old brands go to die.
But it's so hot out.
A little shade sounds kind of nice.
[groans] Okay, just this once.
But stay close.
It's mad shady on the Shady Side.
[cawing]
Hmm.
[gasps] Mmm!
- Looking for something special? - [gasps]
We got Daisy Dukes that solve your BFF beef,
band tees to deal with your daddy issues
or how 'bout some vintage Nudie jeans
that are guaranteed to make your ex cry?
Yeah, I'm actually thinking more along the lines
of a "reinvent myself post-rejection jacket."
The section behind the stack of hangers
should have what you're looking for, girl.
Uh...
Yo!
Holy shit.
♪ ♪
That one screams "new you."
Ooh, yeah!
Elle Fanning white, fresh-ass fringe.
- I'll take it. - You sure you don't want a bag?
- It's really hot. - [chuckles]
I know, right? I'm never taking it off.
It's who I am now. Bury me in it.
♪ Molly Percocet, Molly Percocet ♪
♪ All my grandma's underpants are beige ♪♪
Oh, that was inspired, Tru.
You sound like Peter Frampton.
But sad, like Frank Ocean.
Took me back to my Percocet days.
Just kidding! [chuckles]
No, I'm not. Mmm.
Truman, these are my girls,
Jan, Barb
- and Other Barb. - [Truman] Hold up, Trini.
- Are you in a mom band? - [chuckles]
No, no, no. We just jam together on weekends.
You want to come jam with us?
You're a pretty good improvisor.
Uh, you know, that sounds fun,
but I-I just got a lot on my plate right now.
- [laughing] - Jesus. - What?
Being a writer/director's a full-time job.
Truman, no one has more to do than a freaking mom.
- Am I right, ladies? - That's right. - [laughing]
Come on! Come play with us!
Screw it.
♪ I'm in ♪♪
[cheering, laughing]
[Other Barb] You guys, I'm half-empty.
[groaning]
- [screeches] - [gasps]
- [groaning]
[gasps] Benny, look!
Prehistoric porn!
[grunts] Don't touch that, Dale.
- That's how you get HPV. [gasps] - Yo, yo,
I got a pair of drop crotches with your name on it.
Shoo! Get away!
- Hyah! Hyah-hyah! - [clanging]
These are vile creatures. Don't make eye contact with them.
Scuse me. Hi there. Dale Rubin.
Love your fanny collection.
- [whimpering] - Would you be so kind as to point me
in the direction of the Latrine booth?
Latrine, you say?
Okay, let me ask someone.
- Hey, Doris! Tandy! Jeremiah! - What have you done?
[Fanny Lady] We got a little somebody over here
- looking for a La-Trine? - Move, move, move!
Go! [panting]
Gah!
My wagon!
Damn you, shoddy terrain!
Fuck, Dale. I told you that shit would slow us down!
Hey! Fuck off, flea people!
I got an EpiPen and I'm not afraid to use it!
[whirring]
- Aah! - [man] Oh, yeah.
[Benny and Dale whimper]
Looks like you got a busted wheel, my man.
Name's Lorelai.
I got a few hover spares back at base camp
that might do the trick.
Whoa, what happened to your legs, mister?
Christmas, 2018. Faulty battery.
Boom! Blew my legs clean off!
And you're still riding them?
Oh, hell yes.
Boarding is my life, man.
I'd sooner die than stop hoverin'.
Yep, I've repaired over 300 boards in my day, man.
And I can sure as hell
help you out on that Oregon Trail wagon of yours.
Oh, that would be amazing. [chuckles] Thank you so much.
[quietly] Hey, these people are fucking shady, Dale.
I'm just gonna say it... they seem pretty cool to me.
Ugh, fine. But as soon as it's fixed,
we hit the road back to the Sunny Side
before all that good shit is gone.
[Lorelai] All right, gentlemen,
right this way.
Welcome to base camp.
Whoa.
Oh...
[♪ Darude: "Sandstorm"]
[grunts]
[video game blipping]
Wow.
This place rules.
[Lorelai] Yeah.
Pretty sweet, right?
Are you insane?
Don't compliment these street urchins.
[gasps] Benny, look!
[gasps, grunting]
Latrine?
On the Shady Side?
- Hu... - [chirping]
No, no, no, no...!
- [♪ Alice Longyu Gao: "Karma is a Witch"] - ♪ Money, money, geez ♪
♪ Pay me money, money, pay me money, money, money, money ♪
♪ Pay me money, money, pay me money, money, p-p-pay ♪
♪ Karma is a boss, karma is a witch ♪
♪ I'm the pretty Sailor Moon princess ♪
♪ Coming to you now, gonna make you ow ♪
♪ Watch out for this, cut you with a big kiss ♪
- Mwah! - ♪ If you want to fake, then you're never safe ♪
♪ In the name of love and justice...
That girl looks like she's never been rejected.
[laughs] What if I haven't?
♪ Punish you...
I'm from Tween Vogue Japan.
Can I snap this outfit?
You'll make lots of girls jelly.
♪ Pyun-pyun-pyun, pyun-pyun, pyun-pyun-pyun-pyun ♪
- [panting] - ♪ Pyun-pyun-pyun, pyun-pyun, pyun-pyun-pyun-pyun! ♪♪
Huh?
Hmm.
♪ Punish you ♪
- ♪ Pyun-pyun-pyun, pyun-pyun, pyun-pyun-pyun ♪♪ - Yeah. [strained gasp]
This doesn't make any sense.
Yep. Sorry to say, my man,
but the writing's on the wall.
The circle of hype is running its natural course.
Off-Brian's taking over,
and Latrine is all but cooked.
But it ain't all bad.
Take Tiff, for instance.
She's waited patiently,
and now she's finally moving on.
Wh-What do you mean, "moving on"?
She's headed back to the Sunny Side, baby.
Off-Brian did a collab with Abercrombie.
Next thing you know, Crombie's cool again.
♪ ♪
You see, Benny?
Latrine might be cool again.
[growling]
In, like, 20 years.
Oh, I think I'm gonna be sick.
- [grunts] - Okay, okay, you're gonna be all right.
Here, sip on one of these bad boys.
- Help you take the edge off. - [groans]
This is bullshit.
What can I say, man?
Fashion's a fickle mistress.
But now you got to do as the circle of hype dictates.
And...
- die? - [Lorelai] Don't think of it like death.
Think of it as freedom, man.
Now go! Bask in the shade of your fellow ride-or-die'ers!
Oh...
Huh?
- [cheering] - Oh, wow.
Oh.
Whoa.
- Huh? - [Lorelai] Uh-uh-uh.
You got to let him hover solo on this one.
Besides, we got a wagon to fix.
♪ Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh ♪
♪ Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh ♪
♪ Oh, yeah, oh, yeah ♪
Oh! [laughs] How do you feel?
I feel like Bruno Mars, but taller, cooler...
♪ And without a felony possession ♪
♪ Expunged from my record ♪♪
- All right! - [Other Barb] Boom!
Yeah. Killed it!
Hey, hey. Yes, Truman!
[laughter, whooping]
Oh, shoot. We're on in an hour!
- Wait. When you say, "On in an hour..." - Yeah.
We're performing behind the food truck at 4:00 p.m.
Pretty sweet, right?
But I thought we was just jamming!
[chuckles] This is the pre-jam before the jam.
It's all good, Tru.
Performing is a different game, Trini.
I got to be honest. We're not ready.
Not even close!
Seriously, it's super chill.
We're on after a damn ventriloquist.
Okay, okay, we need costumes, makeup, lighting for sure. Wait.
- We don't even have a name. - Yeah, we do.
Trini & the C-Sections.
♪ That is a very invasive surgery ♪♪
[panting]
[slowly] Hey, girls.
Super hot, right?
Whew. Yo.
I need water.
[groans]
Yikes, Der Bear.
You're scaring away the customers.
I'm just kidding. I-I don't have any customers yet,
but are you okay?
Don't be jelly, Grant Bear.
I just need an ice-cold lemonade.
[gasps] Hey.
♪ ♪
[♪ Louis the Child & EARTHGANG: "Big Love"]
[applause and cheering]
♪ Here and now, I'm-a say it real loud ♪
♪ It's a new day, 'nother spin gone round ♪
♪ Look around, we alive right now ♪
♪ Stackin' up big love till it's over ♪
♪ Get high, we don't care if it's legal ♪
♪ I see the beauty in the little things ♪
♪ Hear the music when the wind blows ♪
♪ Turn these moments into memories ♪
♪ Don't overthink it, keep it simple ♪
♪ Spread love like a miracle ♪
♪ Here and now, I'm-a say it real loud ♪
♪ It's a new day, 'nother spin gone round...
- [groaning] - Ouch! Ouch!
Barb, if we want to shine, we're gonna have to do something
to distract from that frizzy-ass bob.
Ladies, I don't hear you playing.
♪ ♪
Uh, uh, uh, uh.
If this was a film set, I'd shut us down
because we are not ready!
Other Barb, do you want to take this seriously or not?
How many times do we have to tell you? Not!
[laughter]
Listen, Tru, I brought you into the mom band
because I thought it'd be fun for you,
but you're harshing the vibes.
Even Other Barb's bugging, and she can't be shook.
She was in labor for 46 hours.
No epidural.
Uh, I hear you, Trini,
but performances aren't supposed to be chill.
They're choreographed, they're focused, they're coordinated.
That is how greatness is achieved.
No offense, but I'm not trying to be a backup singer.
- [gasps] - Go on.
I mean, that might have been fine for you,
but I'm trying to be Prince.
If we're not trying to be God level,
then why are we even here?
I don't know why I wasted my time with y'all.
You know what? I quit.
[groans]
Ugh!
[hissing]
[Lorelai] Do the honors, my mini boarder.
♪ Hey now! ♪
Wow! It is bitchin', Lorelai.
I can't wait to show Benny.
Hey, speaking of which, has anyone seen Benny?
- Over here, brah. - There you are.
Look, uh, today was a great cultural exchange,
but my mom's performing soon,
and if you want to cop some good stuff, we got to go now.
- Uh, I'm not going anywhere, Dale. - What?
Don't you see? This is the good stuff.
I'm a man of the shade now. These are my people.
I no longer have my finger on the cultural pulse,
- and I've never felt more alive. - [chirping]
But you are Mr. Sunny Side.
Can't fight nature, brah.
I've taken a wife. I've made a home.
We already have a baby that's actually a cake.
[Dale sighs]
Mmm. Mmm! Fuck, that's delicious.
- Just promise you'll never forget me, Dale. - [Dale] But...
- No buts. Go on. - Ah.
- Get! Get out of here! - [whimpers]
Just text me when you guys are leaving.
[gasps]
Where am I?
You came to the flea market for some retail therapy.
Tell me, Derica, what's going on?
Oh, where do I begin, Dr. Jacket?
You do have a PhD, right?
Girl, please.
Well, things have been confusing
with this girl I'm crushing on.
[echoes] You mean Melody?
How'd you know?
I'm a figment of your imagination.
Oh, right. [yelling]
[groans]
Well, she opened up to me, then totally shut me out,
and I don't know anymore.
- Mm-hmm. - I just feel like an idiot.
You zipped up your emotions for too long,
turning your collar to the world
while you play it cool.
I know. It feels good to stay buttoned up,
but if you don't open up every once in a while,
you'll never feel...
[echoes] the breeze.
Damn. That's a deep pocket, Dr. J.
And look, if Melody isn't the right fit, forget her.
There are plenty of other jackets on the rack.
[grunts]
Gosh dang it, come on! Ugh!
[overlapping chatter]
"Brake." "The."
Yup, yup, I got it.
Break the circle of hype.
Okay, let's do it.
So great doing business with you, ma'am, and by the way,
my flea colleague Susan over there has some
beautifully rhinestoned jeans if you'd like to peruse further.
- Okay. That's it. - [customer screams] - Oh.
- Hey, Dale. - It's time for some serious fanny talk, mister.
Just because you found some Latrine shirts on the Shady Side
doesn't mean there isn't a place for it in the sun.
Face it, Dale. Latrine isn't the shit anymore,
and neither am I.
You're gonna have to find a new sherpa.
- Bullshit! - [others gasping]
That's right. Dale Rubin said "Bullshit."
It's hot, and I haven't napped today.
You want to cozy up in one of Pierre's Snuggies?
- Oui? Oui? - [Dale] No!
They're just backward robes, and everyone knows it!
Oui. Oui.
I'm sorry. Again, have not napped.
Okay, look, the Benny I know would never
just lay down and die like my dad's vape coozy business
probably eventually will.
The Benny I know would freaking fight!
You're the tightest kid I know, man,
and Latrine can still be tight, too.
It's only trash if you let it be trash.
Dale, you're devaluing some of my favorite words,
but damn it, you're right.
For once in your sweet, sheltered, Boy Scout life,
you're right. We got to do something.
[groaning]
How you doing, Mr. Artist?
Not good. Now I got to add tape to my list.
I just don't know why
the C-Sections can't take this more seriously.
'Cause it's okay to fuck around every once in a while.
Look, Tru, you think Prince was born Prince?
Prince wasn't shit when he started out.
Actually, Trini, Prince signed a record deal at 19,
and played all 27 instruments
on his 1978 debut album, For You,
and he negotiated owning his own masters, so...
Doggone Wikipedia.
The truth is, being shitty at something
is the only way you get good at it.
Aren't you embarrassed to be performing
with a bunch of winos?
Like, for real, Other Barb has a problem.
I do it 'cause it's fun, not 'cause it's good.
There's value in that, too.
Damn! How did you get so wise, Trini?
[gasps] Did you pick that up from Prince?
Nope. It's a mom thing,
but he did teach me how to make a French omelet.
Hold up. Did you and Prince, uh, smash?
Boy, if you don't get the hell out of here.
You think I'm talking to you about my sex life?
Ugh. Okay. Listen, if you want to have some fun,
we'll be waiting for you.
If you want to take care of your little movie list,
that's cool, too.
I don't know, Dr. J.
I mean, what if it's a sample sale,
and all of the good jackets are taken?
Here's the thing, Derica.
Jacket DesJacket said that jackets are generally
- jacket by jacket. - [Derica] What?!
Yo! Come on. This is fucked up!
- [distorted chatter] - [screaming]
Aah! My arms!
[Derica whimpers, gasps]
Hey, you okay? You passed out from heat stroke. Here.
[gasps] Hi. Thanks.
We had to cut your jacket off.
Oh, no! Stop! Don't look at me!
I'm nothing without my jacket.
[laughs] I don't know.
I think it looks pretty sweet as a vest.
Ah.
Thanks. [laughs] I'm Jacket.
I mean, I'm Derica.
Harmony.
Flea people,
friends of the shade, Slim Shadys,
played-out, Lion King DVD peddlers, lend me your ears!
We've been told our time in the sun would come!
We've waited patiently. And for what?
For Selena Gomez to show up at the VMAs wearing our shit?!
[overlapping crowd chatter]
We don't need Selena to tell us what's dope!
- We know what's dope! - [shouting in agreement]
Tell 'em, little bruh. Tell 'em!
Fuck the circle of hype.
- [applause and cheering] - It's time we take action.
Today, we reclaim the sun! Now who's with me?!
- [applause and cheering] - Yeah!
Let's show the world
that our brands won't go down without a fight!
- Fuckin' kill em! - Yeah!
And I'm taking these Playboys with me.
♪ ♪
[whooshing]
Okay, guys, let's fuck some shit up!
[applause and cheering]
How we doing, flea market?
We're Trini and the C-Sections!
[whooping and applause]
And proudly, on backup Talk Box, me, Truman!
Ey, sorry I'm late, y'all.
I couldn't get through the entrance
with that big-ass chip on my shoulder, but we good now.
- You ready to rock with me, Fairfax?! - [applause and cheering]
Here's a buttery chard for all the mamas out there.
[band plays upbeat tune]
[rumbling]
- [shattering] - Huh?
What the hell?!
[crowd gasping, yelling]
Oh, my God!
Die, Sunny Siders!
- Charge! - [yelling]
Yeah!
Oppa Gangnam Style!
Aah! Please don't kill me!
Dale, look. With the hot swag being sold next to old shit,
all of the booths have lost their value!
I have no idea what anything's worth anymore!
Aha! We did it!
Nothing can stop us!
[rolling thunder]
Shit! Rain! Cover your wares!
[shouting and screaming]
Dale, this way!
Don't be a stranger, guys.
Goodbye, Lorelai!
See you on the Sunny Side.
Thanks for saving me, Dale.
No sweat.
Guess who just made $20?
Who wants to rock out to some tunes and get absolutely soaked?
♪ Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh ♪
♪ Oh...
[laughing and whooping]
- Rock out! - [cheering]
¡Que rico!
[both vocalizing]
♪ The block is hot ♪
♪ ♪
♪ The block is hot ♪
♪ ♪
♪ The block is hot ♪
♪ ♪
♪ The block is hot ♪♪
Chirp.