[♪ SZA: "Drew Barrymore"]
♪ ♪
[Camille] Across all cultures,
mating is very often a dance of deception.
In the name of sex, love, and everything in between,
perceptions are played with
in order to enhance or hide certain realities.
♪ ♪
♪ Why is it so hard to accept ♪
♪ The party is over ♪
Camille, I'm engaged.
♪ You came with your new friends ♪
♪ And her mom jeans and her new Vans ♪
♪ And she's perfect and I hate it...
- Pretty girl at the party. - Mira.
That's her name, but yeah.
I just...I was waiting for the right time to tell you.
Before you kissed me would have been great.
Well, I mean, you kissed me.
Really?
You're looking for a technicality?
Okay, fine. Yeah.
I leaned in first, but you didn't pull away.
And only one of us knew about the engagement.
- Yes, it was a mistake. - You think?
Look, Camille, I feel bad about this.
I feel...
...like an idiot.
Come on, Camille.
No, please don't.
♪ Warm enough for ya outside baby, yeah...
Goodbye, Ian.
♪ It's warm enough here for ya ♪
♪ Warm enough outside ♪
♪ Inside me, me, me, me ♪
♪ I get so lonely, I forget what I'm worth ♪
♪ We get so lonely, we pretend that this works ♪
♪ I'm so ashamed of myself ♪♪
- Told y'all. [both] Damn.
Guys, I'm fine! I'm seriously fine.
Girl, you know we don't believe you, right?
You have rainbow sprinkles in your hair.
Guys, this is completely normal.
In all ancient cultures, they would feast after death.
And I think getting this close to a promotion
when Robin is fired is exactly the kind of grief
that deserves a sundae in bed.
- Mm-mm. - Okay.
Girl, all this ain't just about work.
And you are giving me serious 2016 déjà vu.
And we're not gonna let you disappear for weeks over Ian
like you did the last time.
Nope! Out of bed. We're going out.
You guys don't understand. I was this close to full-time.
Which means benefits and a nice raise.
And I was finally on track for tenure.
And yes, fine, Ian being engaged was a surprise too.
When you saw her at the party, did she look pregnant?
- No, Angie. What the fuck? - Why would you ask that?
Why else do people get married?
Because they love each other?
Ooh. Okay, that's worse.
You know, I prefer my ex marry some ho he knocked up
rather than know he for real fell in love
with someone who isn't me.
- She's not helping. - I know.
Never.
I ended things with Ian so that I could focus on my career,
and that just blew up.
[sighs] Do you guys think if I went with him to Paris,
that'd be me instead?
Oh, honey, you cannot think that.
Yes. You chose you.
Men do that shit all the time with no regrets.
But what if I do have regrets?
When we kissed...
- [Quinn gasps] - [Tye] What?
Hold up. He's engaged and he kissed you?
I know. I know. But it was like what you said.
It felt like...
like the universe wants us together.
So win him back.
Call ICE on that British bitch.
No, it's not even about her.
It's just, I had a plan
and none of this is a part of it.
Fuck.
[sighs] Just fuck!
[Quinn] Oh, no. Baby. Come on. [Angie] No!
[Tye] What do you want to do, Camille?
We don't have to go out.
I...I have my Forbes interview tomorrow anyway, so...
Oh, she went five minutes without saying Forbes.
Excuse me for being proud.
I think fresh air will help, won't it?
[Angie] Yeah, Camille.
I cleared my schedule...
Of what?
Ain't no magazine interviewing you.
Okay, unnecessary shade.
- No, because you started it. - No, you started it.
Okay, we all started it, and now we're going to end it.
[all] No!
[♪ Don Elektron & TT The Artist: "Go Bananas"]
[Quinn] See, Camille?
Doesn't it feel better to be out?
Sure.
The ride is nice.
Thanks for getting the Uber, Ang.
Uber Black, bitch. And you're welcome.
Wait, how can you afford that?
Did you get back on my account?
Quit putting my business in these streets.
- I thought you got a new job. - Fuck no.
I can't take that wack part in that wack show.
I'm aiming higher.
In show business, perception is reality.
If I say yes to being in the background of Get Out,
then I remain in the background.
Yes, but where are you now, except in my Uber?
Uber Black.
♪ Go bananas ♪
♪ Roll it, go bananas ♪
♪ Shake it, go bananas ♪♪
[sighs]
Oh, my God, Daniel just texted that he misses me.
Oh, shit. I'm sorry, Camille.
No, no, no, no, no. Don't...don't do that.
You deserve love.
If this is gonna be fun,
you can't keep checking in with me.
Do we know who Daniel is?
He's the guy that I met on this Prestige app.
I still don't see how she got accepted and I got kicked off.
[Tye] Kicked off? - Why?
They said my profile pic was too "vulgar."
Honey, it is called Prestige.
What's more prestigious than my tits?
Look, look, look, look. Look how cute he is.
Ooh, girl, he is so fine.
He has an MBA from Wharton.
We text all day.
Mm-hmm, y'all been texting forever.
Why haven't you seen him in person yet?
Because he says that anticipation is old-fashioned.
Convenient.
Okay, can we just fast-forward to the part
where we find out you got catfished?
I'm sorry. That sounded bitter.
We were all thinking it, though.
[gasps]
[dramatic music playing]
- [applause] - [weakly] Yay.
Let's go, ladies!
Ladies, this isn't black magic.
This is Black Girl Magic!
[laughs evilly]
Quinn, what is this?
It was 10% off at Groupon.
Black girl magic.
Let's light this up!
- Oh. - Oh!
[♪ Saucy Santana: "Shake What Ya Momma Gave Ya"]
♪ Shake what ya momma gave ya ♪
♪ Now get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it ♪
♪ If you ain't throwin' cash, why the hell ya came, bruh ♪
♪ Shake it for a nigga with a trick or double digits ♪
♪ Bald-head scallywag, doo-doo brown...
And now the human chandelier.
♪ Clapping hands, they gotta make a sound ♪
♪ I'm finna show y'all hos how we get down ♪
The fuck?
♪ Bust it, baby, ooh...
Black girl ma...[screams]
[all scream]
I can't decide if that show made me feel better or worse.
I already forgot what we saw.
Aw, you guys, Daniel just texted me good night.
Mm, dick pic.
Ew. No.
- No, I just got a dick pic. - Oh.
And look at this brother's ashy knees.
If you got one hanging this long,
moisturize your motherfucking knees
or, you know, crop the shit out.
Okay, that's my cue to leave.
Oh, but the food hasn't even come yet.
I know, but I need to get a good night's sleep
- before my... [all] Forbes interview.
[laughter]
Well, call us after.
- I shall. - Break legs, bitch.
[Quinn] Proud of you. - Mwah!
Our girl's gon' be in Forbes.
I'ma be in Forbes. I'ma be in Forbes.
[all cheer]
[laughter]
See, here I am sad about an ex.
What happened to me?
I did better when I wasn't thinking about men.
Preach. Fuck Ian.
Keep doing you.
You're right. [scoffs]
Ian who?
I'm about work. I'm about career.
And tomorrow, I'm gonna introduce myself
to the new department head
and make her fall in love with me.
- Yes. [Angie] Yes!
That's my baby!
See?
I've been healed by Black girl magic.
- Yay! - Oh, gosh.
[laughter]
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
Oh, my God.
Dr. Pruitt?
From Yale?
You're the new department head?
I'm such a fan of your work.
I've read all three of your books at least a dozen times.
I quoted your research heavily in my dissertation.
Wow!
Um, I'm one of the adjunct professors,
Camille Parks.
I'm teaching Anthropology of Sex and Love this semester.
Can I call you back?
[caller] Yeah, that's fine, Dr. Pruitt.
I'll talk to you later.
- Sorry. [Dr. Pruitt] Thanks.
Sorry I just kind of bust in here.
I was excited.
Yes, you did, Camille Parks.
I've heard a lot about you.
It's nice to put a face to the reputation.
Uh, reputation?
Do you mean, like, good or...
not bad?
Did you come in here for a reason?
Yes, um, to, uh, say hello.
Hello. [chuckles]
Hello.
Take care.
Right.
Yes, um, you...you take care.
Um, and if you need anything, I'm here. I'm your girl.
- Are you free this afternoon? - Yes.
Yes, I am definitely free this afternoon.
And even if I wasn't, I would change my schedule
because I've given up dating and I really want
to hone in on my career goals.
Um, I really want to make it about...
- Camille. - Yes?
- I'm a big fan of boundaries. - Okay.
So I need you to just press pause
and come by my house for tea.
- And we'll talk then. [Camille] Okay.
That sounds like fun.
Great.
Uh, well, I'm gonna go.
Um, I will see you later.
Um, yeah, okay. Well, I will see you later.
- See you later. [Camille] Okay.
♪ Yo, shee ♪
♪ Look, whoo, yo ♪
♪ Top gyal, top gyal, top gyal, top gyal ♪
♪ Top gyal ♪
♪ Top gyal, top gyal...
- Quinn? - Yes.
That is the name on the account,
so that is me, Quinn.
Your chariot awaits.
Let's get you to the ball.
[♪ Soaky Siren: "Top Gyal"]
Or, uh, Duane Reade in Tribeca.
♪ ♪
So we're gonna pass, like, 50 Duane Reades on the way.
I don't like those ones.
The one by me never has blue Gatorade.
The one on Lennox's lights don't work in the back,
and that's just rape-y.
Oh, and someone said something bad about Obama in that one.
The one on, uh, 129th and ACP...
[both] Smells like mop water.
[laughter]
Girl, you something else.
Oh, you don't know the half.
♪ I need a, yo...
Anna Sharpe from Forbes is here.
Send her in.
You are the boss, bitch.
You got this.
[both] Oh.
[both moaning]
[both chuckle awkwardly]
Please, take a seat.
Don't worry. This isn't awkward at all.
Did you know who I was when...
Of course not.
I'm freelance, last-minute filling in for the usual guy.
Oh, okay.
Well, we fucked.
- [awkward laughter] - No biggie.
Let's just keep it professional.
Of course.
So...
what was the drive behind creating your app, Q?
I saw a hole, and I filled it.
It's pretty hard to believe
that before Q, there hasn't been a dating app
specifically dedicated to the queer POC population.
But there is a demand?
The over $5 million invested should answer that question.
We're using Camrose,
the most advanced programming language out there.
We took the most accurate personality tests--
Myers-Briggs, Love Language, Fisher Temperament--
all to guarantee the most precise matches.
Yes, the app's tagline is "Love guaranteed."
That's a bit misleading, isn't it?
- How so? [Anna] For one,
it's hard to guarantee someone finds love.
Even harder when you eliminate an entire demographic of people
from your app. How do you justify that?
I justify it because QPOC are the most vulnerable
and overlooked markets.
And they need to feel safe when dating.
Have you ever had a relationship with a non-POC?
In the past.
Would you say you're against interracial dating?
No, not at all. People can do what they want.
But you yourself are uninterested
in dating a non-POC?
I'll rephrase.
Let's say you and I met at a bar, had a great time,
and I asked you out on a date.
What would you say?
I am currently not interested
in pursuing relationships with non-POC folks.
But given your history, you are interested
in having sex with non-POC.
It's a bit hypocritical, don't you think?
Excuse me?
If I were to say I were only interested
in having sex with people of color
but uninterested in anything romantic,
one might call that a fetishization.
Wouldn't you?
I'm sorry. What was the question again?
[Angie] I have to go get fake smart girl glasses
for an audition.
- Ah, you're an actor? - I'm a legend.
Sometimes I sing, and sometimes I act.
[laughs]
So we both paint pictures with words.
I'm a...a poet.
I thought poets were old.
More Love Jones, less Langston Hughes.
Hmm.
An ad agency wanted to hire me, but...
I don't use my art for capitalism.
Capitalism is bullshit. That's why I don't do jobs.
Yeah, gotta stay true to the art.
Yes! You get it.
So I was offered this shitty role
in Get Out: the Musical.
So I had to turn it down.
It just wasn't inspired.
A true artist will never compromise her soul.
Mm. That's deep.
Hey, hey, you know what?
Um, I'ma head back uptown after I drop you off.
- Mm-hmm. - [Emmanuel] If you want,
I can keep this carriage waiting for you.
My treat.
Oh, I would like that very much.
[hip-hop music]
Verdict?
[Quinn gasps] Oh, my God. Girl, you look good.
Okay, like Black Chyna going to court good.
I'm gonna change.
But you know what? Honestly, I feel good.
The new anthropology head? A sista.
No. Oh, my God, that's amazing.
Yes, girl. She is Black.
And she's already invited me over for tea.
[Tye] That's what's up!
You see, we need to pull each other up.
That's what all these dudes are doing in tech.
Yesterday, I was so down, you know?
I mean, you saw me.
- Oh, we did. - Tragic.
I thought that losing Robin meant
that I had to start all over again,
but having Dr. Pruitt as a mentor
is, like, a game-changer.
I mean, having her cosign
is pretty much being guaranteed tenure.
You see? Girl, I don't know.
Maybe Ian coming back in town might have been good luck.
[Camille scoffs] I'm not even thinking about him.
I'm all about work now.
[Tye] Ha! Sure, you are.
Okay, I think that this one
is perfect for tea with the doctor.
Y'all don't think mine is too swaggy for Forbes?
[Quinn] Honey, no! - No.
Stop playing. Please look at yourself.
Okay? Look, this is a photo shoot.
You're supposed to be the swaggier version of yourself.
I mean, look, this jacket is making a statement.
- Mm-hmm. - Is it a statement?
Or is it more of a confused question?
I want to look professional.
Since when did you care so much about that?
Since Forbes!
And since I fucked the interviewer.
You fucked on the record?
Before.
Y'all remember that thirsty chick
from the club who ate my food?
- [gasps] Wait! - No!
That girl writes for Forbes?
Who would have expected that shit?
I mean, she was cool at first,
and then she started asking me all kinds of shady questions.
Is this gonna go bad?
I don't need any bad press, not right now.
- No. - No, no, no. It's okay.
It's okay. You know what? You just reach back out to her.
You know, me and Dr. Pruitt got off on a really weird foot,
but then I fixed it.
And then she invited me over for tea.
Okay, so like an interview part two.
- Yes! - The remix.
- Yes! - [cell phone ringing]
Oh, my God!
It's Daniel.
- Remind me...Daniel? - Who?
Daniel. Wharton. Entrepreneur.
We talked about him last night. The guy from Prestige.
[both] Oh, that catfish nigga.
Okay, I've never seen him before in real life,
so I mean, how do I look?
- You look ama... - Hey, Daniel!
Wow, you are even more beautiful
- than your pictures. - Thank you.
And you are the same man in yours.
What? Did you think
I was catfishing you or something?
- No. - [both] Yup.
[Daniel] Well, I think it's time for a face-to-face.
- Are you free... - Yes!
- I mean, when? [Daniel] Tonight, 7:00 p.m.
- Uh, do you like... - Yes. I mean...
- I mean, what? [Daniel] Lobster?
Yes. I love lobster!
Great. I will see you tonight at 7:00.
[Daniel] Cool. Cool. Cool. Cool.
- I'll text you the address. - Okay.
[Daniel] Okay. - Okay.
[Daniel] Okay, bye. - Bye.
- [line chimes] - [squeals shrilly]
Yes! He is real!
He is real! Oh, my God!
Yes! Quinn is back, bitches!
Y'all better hurry the fuck up.
I got a date.
Congrats?
I mean, he did seem real.
It's a sad day for society
when all a man has to do is exist.
Touché, my sista.
Mm.
[♪ Aminé: "Blackjack"]
And I thought she was allergic to lobster.
You know that bitch is.
♪ I just bought a new grill...
[Emmanuel] You are not auditioning for them.
They're auditioning for you.
That's not really how it works.
Yes, it is.
You said no to that other part
so you can get this one.
And if not this part,
then it'll be the next one.
Even on the cloudiest day,
the sun is also above you in the sky somewhere.
You got some pretty words, Emmanuel.
Thank you, Quinn.
[Amine] ♪ I'm on a high ♪
♪ They on a low ♪
♪ You killin' my vibe ♪
♪ Get out my zone ♪
♪ Said I'm on a high ♪
♪ They on a low ♪
♪ You killin' my vibe ♪
♪ Get out my zone...
Wait! I didn't get your number.
Fuck.
What do you bring to tea?
I mean, if I bring flowers, is it gonna seem
like I feel like we're on a date?
I just want her to like me.
She's Black. You're Black. She has to like you.
- That's the rule. - Is it?
Because there's definitely some Black people we don't like.
Ooh, French cuisine.
- Fuck that noise! - I mean fuck that noise.
[Tye] I can't believe they did this to Ray's.
That was our spot.
[Camille] It's all white.
That's the new soul?
Oh, yeah. There's definitely gonna be a protest.
Oh, hell yeah. There needs to be.
Should we go?
[both] Uh... - My grandmother is sick.
I can't really be marching. My knees are bad.
[Quinn] But you should go. You have a voice, Camille.
And you're really passionate about this kind of stuff.
Yeah, but I mean, I do my thing on the intellectual side
with my research and writing.
That's true. That's true.
[Camille] I mean, you start talking in front of a crowd,
the next thing you know, you're fired.
- I mean, look at Robin. - I don't know, girl.
I mean, I feel like Black people are
a little bit more forgiving.
- Um... - Look at Kanye.
He's out here wearing MAGA hats
and then he's ranting incomprehensibly
about Star Wars housing for the homeless.
And we still let him preach in church.
Nah, Quinn.
Black Twitter, Instagram, NewsOne,
the Breakfast Club, all of them will drag your ass.
We can't have our girl Camille canceled
before she even gets started.
Yeah, and I don't want to be labeled
the Uncle Tom bed-wench who brought kale to the cookout.
- Ooh, no. - What's wrong with kale?
Were her parents the only Black people she grew up with?
No, girl. You add a little bit of garlic,
some butter, girl, you add some bacon.
Ah-ha! It's poppin'.
- Bitch, that ain't kale. - That's greens.
- Is it? - Yeah.
[Tye laughs]
So it's a work in progress,
but, see, the front is all Michelle Obama.
Good, strong girl vibes, right?
But spin around, and the back screams...
Hell yes, I'll blow you in the coat closet before dessert.
Oh, my God, no, I was just going for a little sexy.
I don't blow in a coat closet or eat dessert.
Should I put on something else? Oh, wait, wait, wait.
Okay, makeup.
Eye shadow, lipstick.
Does it say future CEO's wife or basketball wife?
Angie, what's wrong?
I met a guy who gets me.
Like, really gets me.
Oh, my God, honey.
This is amazing.
You deserve a good guy.
Just like my Daniel.
Sure, except my guy's, like, you know, real.
Bitch, Daniel is real.
He is video-verified.
Until he's not.
Please, just support me.
I do. But, girl, come on.
Your dates are never just dates.
They always come with some fucking
weird asterisks or caveat.
[groaning] I know!
And I hate it, okay?
God, I just want simple.
I just want sweet.
I have been looking for love,
real love, for so long.
And it has to be my turn.
Universe, hear me manifest.
Daniel is the one.
Okay. Daniel is the one.
Maybe my guy is too.
If I ever find him.
Why wouldn't you find him?
'Cause he was a driver in a...subway...
subway driver.
And he was an artist also, like me.
And we vibed so hard.
And now I am kicking myself for not getting his number
before he drove... I stepped off the train.
Girl, so? You know the train.
Go back to that train again
and again
and again until you find him.
Oh, my God! [squeals]
This is like a real meet-cute,
like out of a Kate Hudson film or something.
I don't know who that is, but it sounds lovely.
Thank you, Quinny.
Girl, go find your man. Go find him.
- And you claim yours. - I will.
[giggles]
Oh wait, hold up. Makeup?
Yes to the eyes. Hard no for the lips.
- Yeah. I can do that. - [♪ Saweetie: "Tap In"]
♪ Tap, tap, tap in ♪
♪ Wrist on glitter, waist on thinner ♪
♪ I'ma show you how to bag...
Come on, Emmanuel.
See me.
Cancel.
Request.
Cancel.
Request.
Okay, this is the one.
Come on, God. Work with me.
Bring me Emmanuel.
♪ End up on the Dateline... ♪
Fuck no.
Request.
Cancel.
Request.
Cancel.
I just want love too!
Okay, request.
Come on, Emmanuel. Come on, Emmanuel.
[groans] Cancel.
[whimpers] Oh, maybe.
No.
[gentle jazz music playing]
♪ ♪
[light chatter]
- Professor Parks. - Nora. Hi.
What...what are you doing here?
Dr. Pruitt wanted someone to show her around campus,
and I guess they were like, "Nora Longbone because
she's always available," because I don't have a life.
- Oh. [Nora] Anyways,
she sent me the e-vite as a thank-you.
- There was an e-vite? [Nora] Mm-hmm.
This place is so cool.
The bathroom has a porcelain bidet.
Um, do you think she actually uses it?
Or is it just for show?
I have no idea, Nora. Excuse me.
[Dr. Pruitt] My appointment here at Columbia
could not have come at a better time.
You know, I've just started a new project
involving the thriving free Black settlement
that was destroyed in 1850s to make room for Central Park.
Oh, Seneca Village.
That is so interesting, Dr. Pruitt.
Enlighten me.
Camille.
Cam...Camille Parks. We met...met this morning.
Ah, yes. The one that loves to tweet.
[clears throat] I actually did my thesis on gentrification.
And Seneca Village could be considered
one of the first gentrified Black urban sites in New York.
So if you are looking for a research assistant...
Then I am available to start ASAP.
[Dr. Pruitt] Okay.
Well, thank you both.
It's just, as the other Black woman in the department,
um, it's such a...such a personal subject to me...
[Nora] Exactly, Camille, and when I think
of the sacrifice my people made in this city...
- Aren't you from Oklahoma? - I'm Lenape.
My people were forced to relocate
from New York to Oklahoma.
We truly thank you for your ancestors' sacrifice.
You know, recently, I did a 23andMe
and discovered I'm 3.6% Japanese.
I used to wonder why I gravitated
toward sushi and calligraphy.
And it all made sense.
Really gives new meaning to the word "Caucasian."
That's a lot to unpack. [chuckles]
Right?
It's crazy.
I heard you have a bidet.
Thank you so much for coming back.
Okay. I thought we covered everything
pretty well the last time I was here.
No. Get your little recorder thing out.
I want this on record.
Mm-hmm.
Okay, so your "fetish" argument doesn't work in the reverse.
This may come as a shocker,
but as a white woman on a dating app,
you're not a part of the vulnerable class.
You're actually the most highly desired and sought-after
of all ethnic groups, straight or queer.
And regardless of who I may sleep with
or have relationships with,
this app is necessary for the thousands of people
who want to date without having to explain why.
Today people still shouldn't be wearing blackface
on Halloween or answering ignorant-ass messages
from people who just "have such a thing for Black women."
Now, off the record,
you're the one who left in the middle of the night.
You didn't text.
And you ate my beef and broccoli.
I don't know which one I'm more upset about.
Still off the record, I didn't think we needed
to pretend it was anything more than it was.
You weren't exactly sending "let's do this again" vibes.
Now, on the record,
you're absolutely right.
Your app is necessary.
But I'm a journalist.
And it's my job to ask the tough questions.
Like, might you be willing to let this non-POC woman
take you out?
Off the record. On a date.
What?
Well, at the very least, I owe you a beef and broccoli.
That, you do.
Ah, you must be Quinn.
Daniel's expecting you.
Please come in.
Oh. Um, are...are we... are we having dinner here?
Yes, food is provided.
Perfect timing, Quinn. We're just getting started.
Help yourself to a lobster roll.
Okay.
Now, what if I told you that in just one year,
you could all own a Park Avenue penthouse?
Well, when you sign up to be an Herbal Wonderkind sales rep,
you are taking a step closer to that dream.
- Thank you, Pam. [Pam] You're welcome, Daniel.
- Isn't this exciting, ladies? [Quinn] Oh, my God.
Are you fucking kidding me? A pyramid scheme?
Does the date happen after this?
Oh, sweetie.
Dr. Pruitt.
Before I go, I just wanted to say
I'm so very happy that you're here.
You know, honestly, this is my first opportunity
to work with a Black woman since I got here six years ago.
To have someone like you mentor me,
I mean, someone who really understands my struggle, girl?
Enlighten me, Camille.
You tweet witty barbs about injustice all day long.
What struggle?
- Um, well, I... - It's a rhetorical question.
Yeah, yeah.
It's called social media for a reason,
'cause it's a great place for people to come and talk.
But let's be clear:
that's all it is.
Now, if you want to talk about struggle,
you got to get off your phone and get out into the field,
because to study culture is to be in it.
Not to observe it from the outside
but to actually live in it.
Do you understand what I'm saying?
Yeah. Yeah.
Good. Good night.
We have a protest coming up, actually.
- I mean, I...I do. - By yourself?
No, I am a part of the GentriWhy movement.
It's a coincidence.
I was thinking that I need to do more in-person work,
so that's why...um, yeah, that's why it's happening.
Well, great. And good night.
And I'm giving a speech. A great speech.
It's gonna be so good.
I hope it goes well.
- This is your coat, right? - Yeah.
- [door slams] - Shh, I'm sleeping.
Oh, my God. I am so sorry.
It's just that it's Quinn.
Your best friend who managed to hit an all-time low
in her tragic dating history.
Only to wait for the A-train for maybe an hour
before they said it wasn't running.
And then I got ignored by every single cab on the street.
So I got to enjoy a brisk walk
all the way home in freezing rain
because my Uber account has been suspended
due to excessive cancellation fees.
Would you happen to know why that is, Angie?
Yes.
But it's your fault for giving me love advice
from a woman who sells overpriced yoga pants.
- What? [Angie] Yes, bitch.
I looked her up. Kate Hudson movies lie.
There is no meet-cute in real life
for a Brown girl in Manhattan.
Amen.
- [doorbell rings] - Oh, good!
Those are the cookies that I ordered on my walk home.
I thought you didn't eat dessert.
Bitch, new me. Just answer the door.
[Emmanuel] Insomnia cookies.
- [squeals] Emmanuel! - Quinn!
[Quinn] Angie?
I thought your name was Quinn.
- What's going on? - I'll explain later.
- [grunts] [Angie] How are you here?
Postmates. I brought your cookies.
It's fate. I can have a meet-cute too.
I feel like Kate Hudson.
Ooh, Quinn.
It's my poet from Uber.
Okay, great. Can he get my account unlocked?
Maybe if he unlocks me first.
[Angie moaning]
♪ Never let the money go ♪
♪ I put it in a air lock...
- [gasps] Hoo! - Fuck!
Oh, that was amazing.
And unexpected.
I just couldn't wait.
So can we go to your place now and fuck like adults?
Oh, we're here.
I know.
I mean can we go up to your place
and, you know, finish what we started?
No, I mean this is my place.
You live in your car?
Like, you live in this car
we've been riding around in all day?
Like, this is your home?
Well, uh, poetry doesn't really pay.
And I mean, you get it. We're artists.
- Jesus. - We don't chase coin.
We chase inspiration.
Mm, sure. In theory.
But no, fuck that.
An artist also needs to eat.
We are not the same.
I don't even have a car to live out of.
Shit! I have to call that director.
I am doing Get Out. I fucked up.
I can't do this.
[all] GentriWhy! GentriWhy!
GentriWhy! GentriWhy!
Oh, God, please don't let this get crazy.
The Black man invented food
when we were pharaohs in Africa.
And now the white man thinks he can come to Harlem
and teach us how to eat?
[crowd] No! - What in the hotep?
To that, I say, "Why?"
[all] GentriWhy! GentriWhy!
Now I'd like to turn the mic over
to Miss Dr. Camille Parks...
"Miss Doctor"?
...who's got a few educated words to say.
[cheers and applause]
Uh...
thank you, DaKwame.
Um, maybe I should clear up a...a few things first.
Uh, all humans ate food.
And, uh, most Black Americans did not descend from pharaohs.
We are West African.
Uh...what else?
Um...
did you know that pharaohs used to marry their sisters?
It was crazy, right?
Um...
Sometimes with deceptions in the name of love,
we can lose ourselves,
forget who we actually are.
If you're here today,
it's because Ray's meant something to you, to Harlem.
And it meant a lot because it was ours.
And, for real, we don't have a lot that's ours.
So when it's gone,
a piece of us goes too.
So I stand here today not to say "GentriWhy"
but "GentriWho."
- Not us. Not anymore. - [crowd cheering]
So stand with me, Harlem, as we boycott Chalmette
and let them know, not us.
- Not anymore. - [crowd cheering]
[all] GentriWho! GentriWho!
GentriWho! GentriWho!
GentriWho! - Right on, Miss Doctor.
[Camille] But eventually, we find our way back...
Thank you.
...for better or for worse,
to the truth.
- Hi. - What the fuck, Camille?
- What? - Come here.
I'm the head chef here.
What the fuck?
[hip-hop music]
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