[mellow percussive music]
♪ ♪
[Camille] No one knows exactly who coined the term
"strong Black woman"
or even exactly when the term originated.
What we do know is the trope is uniquely American
and has been germane from slavery to the present day.
In comparison to white femininity,
which is valued for beauty,
vulnerability,
and maternal softness,
Black women have been valued for their labor,
both literally and figuratively.
A strong Black woman suppresses her emotions,
never letting anyone see her sweat.
She is ambitious,
but still makes time to be supportive,
even carrying her mate, her friends,
and her family when necessary.
Being labeled a strong Black woman
is a rite of passage.
She is resilient, independent,
and capable.
[sighs]
But what if she isn't?
It's been four fucking hours since the doctor has been here.
Do you know what I could do in four hours?
We could have binge-watched Roots by now.
- You ever seen Roots? - Mm-mm.
Not even a remake with T.I.?
Definitely not.
Tch, Black people kill me not Blacking.
You seen it?
Nah, but it's still on my DVR.
- [both laugh] - Bitch.
Oh, fuck.
Yo, whatever it is,
it needs to happen quick.
I have my flight to AfroTech in the morning.
You are not getting on a plane in this condition.
Oh, I am not missing AfroTech.
It is the Mecca for Black techies.
And there's gonna be mad, blerd chicks to holla at,
and did we forget...
[both] Your girl is a keynote speaker.
Mm-hmm, but if you do not make your health your focus,
I'm gonna be the keynote speaker at your funeral.
See, this is why I don't tell people when I'm sick,
because it becomes a thing.
And then the next thing you know,
everybody's acting like you got six weeks to live
when it's just a damn runny nose.
A runny nose does not cause you to pass out
on a disgusting subway floor.
By the way, we should probably have them check you
for hepatitis A and B and C.
- Is there a D? - Whatever.
My point is, I don't like to be treated
like I'm weak sauce.
Or petted like a damn dog.
Quinn, you didn't tell anybody, did you?
Oh, my God, for the millionth time, I didn't.
Good, I don't need Camille in here
tracing stomach pain
back to the Middle Passage or some shit.
And Angie would be up in here
stealing hospital supplies as reparations.
Oh, God, the doctor said he would be right back.
I'm gonna fucking lose it.
See, this is why my family doesn't fuck with doctors.
They don't treat us anyway.
The most they do is experiment like Tuskegee.
- The Relf Sisters. - Mississippi Appendectomy.
- Henrietta Lacks.
Well, hello, dear.
So you're anemic.
Let's get you a blood transfusion,
get your numbers back up.
Okay, and what about her back and her pelvic pain?
Ah, that's just Aunt Flo being a tough houseguest.
When your cycle's over in a few days,
the pain will subside.
What if it's been more than a few days?
I've been on my period for 11 days now.
What?
[Doctor] Well, every woman is different.
Well, as a woman, I would say that 11 days
deserves a far more aggressive approach
to her diagnosis than Aunt Flo.
And the Tylenol ain't cutting it for the pain.
Ah, so you're here for drugs?
I'm here because I passed out on a damn subway.
We have a very strict policy against
prescribing opioids in this community.
Well, from what I hear, this community
isn't the one that you need to be worried about.
Now, my friend is in serious pain.
You have not done any ultrasounds,
- Any checks, any... [Doctor] As a doctor,
I have her bloodwork and that tells me all I need to know.
Have you tried relaxing, meditation?
This could all just be stress in your head.
I'll have the nurse get started on your blood transfusion.
Ooh.
O negative, universal donor.
You should consider getting on a regular donation schedule.
A lot of people could really use your help.
I'm sorry, did you just tell her
that she needed a blood transfusion
and then asked for her shit back in the same breath?
I can see we're a little upset.
I'm gonna go.
The nurse will be by.
We're upset?
Shit.
Thank God you can go home after this transfusion,
but 11 days, Tye?
Why you ain't tell me?
I don't wanna lose you.
Lose me, Quinn?
Wow.
Great work, Camille.
Of course it is, Nora.
And that's "Dr. Parks."
Well, since Dr. Pruitt asked you to assist me,
I thought we were more colleagues.
And remind me, where did you get your PhD?
Like I said, Dr. Parks. Thanks.
Do you know a Dr. Amina Reynolds?
I know of her.
Well, I met her earlier today
after she interviewed with Dr. Pruitt.
She seems really nice. Who knows?
Maybe next year I'll get to take her class.
She was interviewing for the associate professor's position?
Not sure, but probably.
Well, have a good night, Dr. Parks.
[sighs]
[whispers] Fuck.
[phone ringing]
Hey, hey, hey, beautiful, I was just about to text you.
I'm thinking Zoma or Pisticci tonight.
[Camille] I'm sorry, babe, I can't do dinner tonight.
I just found out that Dr. Pruitt is interviewing
outside candidates for the associate professor position.
[Jameson] For tenure track?
- I thought that was all you. [Camille] So did I.
Now, I need to update my CV, gather my materials,
and compose my mission statement
to present it to Dr. Pruitt, like, yesterday,
and you know it's gotta be tight.
[Jameson] And it will be. Look, you got this.
And if, you know, if we have time,
we can meet up later for a nightcap.
Okay, wait, you wanna hear something funny?
So in middle school, I used to think that
nightcap was slang for condom
'cause you put it, like, on your head, get it?
I do get it, um, but don't tell anybody else that.
- [line beeps] - Hold on.
Oh, shit, um, I need to get this.
It's my therapist, but I will see you later.
[Jameson] All right.
Rebecca, hi.
I am so sorry that I missed our session earlier.
I got caught up at work and...
[Rebecca] This is the third session
- you've missed this month. - Yeah.
[Rebecca] If you don't wish to continue your therapy...
No, no, no. I do, I do.
Do you have anything tomorrow? Please?
I will work with whatever you have available.
[Rebecca] 1:30. - Okay.
1:30. I will be there.
Yes.
[quietly] Yes, okay.
[mellow music]
[exhales] Mission statement.
[exhales]
[singer] ♪ Things always getting in the way ♪
♪ Finding things hard enough to say ♪
♪ I want you but the feeling ain't the same ♪
♪ I try but I fight with myself ♪
♪ I be everything you need, yeah ♪
♪ Sun go down, I can't even sleep, yeah ♪
♪ You make me weak, yeah ♪
♪ I can't even sleep, yeah ♪
♪ Make me weak, yeah ♪
♪ Got something over me, yeah ♪
♪ On and on ♪
♪ Keep going, we just let the feeling keep going ♪
♪ On and on ♪
♪ Keep going, we just let the feeling keep going ♪
♪ On and on ♪
♪ Keep going, we just let the feeling keep going ♪
♪ On and on ♪
♪ Keep going, we just let the feeling keep going ♪
♪ Party calling lately I've been feelin' it ♪
♪ Might be what I want but I don't need it ♪
♪ I just hope that I'm not misleading ♪
♪ 'Cause you and I have something to believe in ♪
♪ And I'm sorry that I am not down for no settling ♪
♪ Got too much already invested in ♪
♪ It's evident ♪
[upbeat piano melody]
♪ My white liberal parents ♪
♪ Have the right liberal stance ♪
♪ They would've voted for Obama for a third term ♪
♪ If they had the chance ♪
♪ They always listen to Lizzo ♪
♪ Not just "Juice," like every song ♪
♪ My family's great ♪
♪ We celebrate ♪
♪ Black history month like all year long ♪
Yeah, pretty much from the age of six,
I could tell you that the traffic light and peanut butter
were both invented by Black men.
Also how about that Harriet Tubman?
♪ My white liberal parents hit the right liberal notes ♪
♪ Their Oprah's Book Club faves are Maya Angelou ♪
♪ And Ta-Nehisi Coates ♪
♪ They'll want your opinions, you're a real life POC ♪
♪ Share your ruminations or apparitions ♪
♪ Spill that diversity ♪
♪ They'll want your P-O-V ♪
♪ And, oh, when football's on TV ♪
♪ The anthem plays ♪
♪ They take a knee ♪
♪ They take a knee, they take a knee ♪
♪ We're with you, Cap, my ♪
♪ White liberal parents have the right liberal view ♪
♪ They love the Blacks and have their backs ♪
♪ They've marched like 20 times with you ♪
♪ Not to mention our pug is black ♪
♪ My dolls were brown ♪
♪ An invite to the cook out? ♪
♪ They'd be totally down ♪
♪ Look, I get you're frightened ♪
♪ Of limelight ♪
♪ But they support BLM ♪
♪ You'll blend right in this family ♪
♪ Your family ♪
♪ My Black hot-as-fuck boyfriend ♪
♪ Her very articulate boyfriend ♪
♪ With my white liberal parents ♪
♪ White, white, white liberal parents ♪
♪ My Black hung-as-fuck boyfriend ♪
♪ With my white liberal parents ♪
♪ And me! ♪
♪ Wakanda forever ♪♪
[all] Yeah!
Ugh, seriously?
[Mark] And, scene. Kate, you okay?
This marking tape is so ghetto.
It's like barely stuck to the floor.
[Mark] Hey, okay. We'll take care of it.
No, Mark. It's not just the tape.
Like, what is up with this whole ghetto set design?
Is she pronouncing "Get Out" weird,
or calling everything ghetto?
Kate, to be honest, you were a little late on your mark.
Yeah, no shit, Mark, but how am I supposed to tell?
I'm so over this ghetto production.
Kay, why do you keep saying "ghetto?"
- What? - You keep saying "ghetto."
- What do you mean by that? - [laughs]
Are you calling me racist?
Depends on how you answer the question.
[scoffs]
- Oh, my God. - White girls gonna white.
Mark, can we move on to a number
featuring those of us without a ghetto work ethic?
- Kate! - Good.
Those of us in the "Sunken Place" number,
front and center.
Ain't nobody got time for that today.
[grunts] Mm.
This is the second time I've stayed the night
at your house,
and the second time you've stayed up all night working.
I'm sorry. Sorry.
There's just never enough time to get everything done,
but I promise that I will make time for us.
Don't apologize.
Most people just talk about going hard,
but you, you actually do it. [laughs]
Yeah, well, while y'all sleep, I grind.
I love that.
Yeah, but even the grind can't outrun time.
I think I'm gonna have to cancel my class so that
I can get everything done for this meeting with Dr. Pruitt.
Cancel your class? You might as well cancel your tenure.
Cam, how are you going to show
you can be a tenure track professor
if you cancel class every time you need a few extra minutes?
Damn, you're right. You're right.
I know it's tough.
But remember pressure is what turns coal into diamonds,
and you, my dear, are a diamond.
You know, I'm so used to the men in my life
always saying that I take everything so seriously.
It's kind of dope having someone
that pushes me to be my best.
I mean, come on, as the great poets once said,
"You and I gots to do for you and I."
Exactly.
[singer] ♪ Let's just try to win ♪
[upbeat music]
[Quinn] Hey, Mom.
I need you to take in this dress 2 inches.
Three weeks on keto.
- You look good. - I look outstanding.
Maybe you should try keto.
Mm.
Busy as usual.
Actually, I am designing a wedding dress.
For $25,000.
[Patricia] I love this color, lilac.
And she's recommending me to all of her friends.
[Patricia] What you call that pink color?
- "Mohv"? - Mauve.
And after getting the deposit,
the store is officially in the black
for the very first time.
[gasps]
I think you're gonna have to come in 3 inches.
Oh, keto, where have you been all my life?
Uh, Mom, did you hear what I just said?
Yes, but talk to me
when you can go more than 30 days
without asking me and your father to keep the lights on.
Mom, all businesses operate at a deficit in the beginning.
But yours remain there--
the juice bar, the spa.
Well, this is different.
This is what I was supposed to be doing all along.
Mom, I've been trying really hard to turn a profit.
The least you could do is acknowledge that.
Acknowledged.
And you should acknowledge that one wedding dress
does not a successful business make.
What size do you think I am now?
I don't know. Six?
I am 10 cauliflower pizzas away from a four.
Then you'll be my size.
Interesting, considering
I have had two children.
[♪ St. Panther: "Highway"]
♪ ♪
[singer] ♪ All right ♪
♪ Please don't tread on me ♪
♪ ♪
[clears throat]
Kate is asking for a little more time
before she can rehearse.
See, this that 53% of white women bullshit right here.
We better still get paid for this.
- Okay? - I want us all to remember
that we are a family when we're all on this stage.
When one of us makes an insensitive comment to another,
it hurts the production as a whole.
Mm, say that.
We have to be careful with our words.
That's right. Watch your mouths up in here.
...because words can hurt.
I mean, I wasn't really hurt.
More like, "What the fuck?"
But I get what you mean.
Shit wasn't cool.
- Angie. - I ain't like it.
Can I see you for a moment?
Sure.
Okay, good luck.
I need you to apologize to Kate.
Ex-fucking-scuse me?
She should be apologizing to me.
Shit, to all of us.
She says something fucked up nearly every day.
Look, she's really upset
and she won't come back to rehearsal
until you apologize.
I guess you need to cast another Rose then.
I know some talented white girls who know how to act.
You want me to make some calls?
- Angie, come on. - Why?
Why am I the one who has to come on?
She over here making some offensive-ass comments
and somehow she's the victim.
Come the fuck on with that shit.
Angie, you basically said that she was racist,
and we both know that isn't true.
One, if it looks like a microaggression
and talks like a microaggression,
then it's fucking racism.
Two, nigga, who is "we?"
You can cape for Kate all you want to,
but leave me the fuck out of it.
Angie, you know, I feel you, girl,
but sometimes you gotta be Michelle Obama
and go high when they go low.
When they go low, I go basements.
She's ignorant, Angie,
and we have to teach ignorant people.
I am tired of niggas forgiving racist shit.
To what end?
'Cause racist motherfuckers ain't sorry.
Okay, obviously, tensions are running a bit high.
I think we could all use a break to cool off.
Let's reconvene after lunch!
Wait, till my girls hear about this shit.
If she can knock it over, I can knock it over, too.
Equality, bitch!
Come in.
You're early.
How refreshing for you?
Well, I told you that I am usually on time.
What can I do for you?
Well, prior to you taking over
as chair of the department, which, may I add,
I think is the best decision...
Camille, less brownnosing.
Right, um,
so when Dr. Goodman was the chair,
she was planning to endorse me
for the associate professor position.
And so I just wanted to request your support.
Here's a copy of my CV,
my transcripts from undergraduate
through doctorate.
Here's all my published articles,
and my mission statement.
And this is a presentation
highlighting my social media presence.
And I know that we initially got off on the wrong foot,
which is 100% my fault.
I just wanted you to know why I am perfect for this job.
No.
What?
No.
I will not endorse you for this job.
Okay.
Camille, aren't you the least bit curious as to why not?
I just don't think you're ready.
Well, Robin thought I was ready.
Matter of fact, she thought I was great.
Yes, well, a seven shines in a room of fives.
Doesn't make her a ten.
This is the Ivy league, and we're Black women.
There's not that many chances for us.
So if you should fuck this up,
it's gonna reflect badly on not just us,
but everybody behind us.
Yeah, but what if I don't fuck this up?
I'm not willing to take that chance.
But it's...
that's it?
It's just over?
Look, Camille, I really do
want you to succeed.
I think it's great that you have
a presence on social media.
And I think it's great that all of your classes
have waitlists,
but your field work is lacking.
You have the minimum amount of research possible.
Now, you have articles in popular publications,
but only two in academic journals.
So if I was going to endorse someone,
I would endorse somebody
who I knew could swim with the sharks.
And everything I saw that you've done
tells me you're barely swimming with the guppies.
So no, Camille.
You are not ready for this.
[somber music]
♪ ♪
Is there something else, Camille?
No, there's nothing else.
♪ ♪
[Tye] Brad, I just made it to the airport.
I feel fine.
Listen, make sure you build my schedule
around the top players at all times.
I'm talking blue checkmarks,
100,000 followers and up.
Okay, okay, I'll call you when I get to the gate.
Shit. Fuck!
♪ ♪
117 over 92.
Pretty good, dearie.
Did I miss AfroTech?
I don't know what that is, but probably.
You had a ruptured ovarian cyst.
The doctor had to do an emergency surgery,
but everything went well.
He'll be by to check on you during his rounds.
Do you know where my phone is?
[percussive music]
[singer] ♪ Don't stop it, babe ♪
[Angie] They got me fucked up.
I hate that white fragility shit.
I mean, they just always try to be oppressed.
How do you do it, Cam?
You're the only one out of us
who's managed to work for somebody else all these years.
Well, it definitely takes a toll.
Mm, I don't do tolls.
So I should just half-bake that shit, right?
It's like, "Fuck you, fuck you. Fuck you!
You're cool. Fuck you. I'm out," right?
Yeah, but the fact that you're even asking the question
says that you know the answer.
And yes, it sucks unwashed ass,
but sometimes you have to apologize to keep your job.
You don't have to mean it. You just have to say it.
See, this is why I don't like working for people.
Bitch, you don't like working period.
[laughs] She ain't wrong.
Okay, but, Angie, look at the big picture.
Is blowing all this up right now
worth sacrificing why you took this play to begin with?
I know it's just a stupid play
and I would get paid more working fast food,
but I really do love getting up every day
to sing professionally.
And I gotta say it, Ang, you have been happier
in these last few weeks than I have seen in a while.
Probably since you had that record deal.
So to get a chance to sing in a dumbass play,
I gotta eat some shit that's not even my fault?
Who came up with this brand of bullshit?
- Welcome to being an adult. - Exactly.
When you've got bills to pay and goals to reach,
sometimes you gotta eat shit.
And yeah, that shit is not fucking fair
and nobody has your fucking back
and it is all the way fucked up.
Ain't that the truth.
I mean, I just hate having to ask my mom for money.
I mean, she's always throwing that shit back in my face.
Girl, I wish asking my mom for money
was my biggest problem.
Hell, I wish my mom even had money to loan me.
No, it's bigger than the money because it's...
And you know how I was supposed to be
getting that promotion to associate professor?
Yes, girl, give me good news.
- Not happening. - What? Why?
Evidently, as a Black woman,
I have to come out the gate already as the best.
Meanwhile, there's white boys walking around
with half my resume who already have tenure.
I just don't understand
why can't I grow into the role like everyone else?
See, I've been saying that this whole Black excellence movement
was a tool of oppression,
but y'all don't listen to Angie.
And yes, yes, okay, so I had a few missteps,
but now that defines my career, defines me?
I just don't understand why someone else
gets to tell me what I am ready for.
I mean, it's so fucking unfair.
My mom does that same shit to me.
I can't even...
And it's like, I don't even understand how everything
went so bad so quick.
It was fine just a month ago.
Now I'm playing second fiddle to a frigging undergrad.
And my ex is walking around with his fiancée,
flaunting her in my face.
And no sooner than I get in a relationship,
he go and text me talking about,
"Are we making a mistake?"
How the fuck am I supposed to know?
Breathe, Camille, breathe.
We got you, okay? You gonna get through this.
Damn, Cam, I wish I had some answers for you,
but this is some "Iyanla, Fix My Life" level shit.
You need a professional, babe.
Oh, shit.
I'm late for therapy.
Oh, whoa, wait, wait,
I didn't even get to tell you about my mom
and what she's...
Girl, we all know Mrs. Pat don't hold back.
I got to go too. Thanks for lunch.
[somber pop music]
♪ ♪
[singer] ♪ Yeah ♪
Thanks.
[men vocalizing]
♪ ♪
I have 10 minutes left in my session
and I'd like to use it.
I'm surprised to see you.
[clears throat] I'm sorry that I'm late
and that I missed my last few appointments.
It's been more than a few, but who's counting?
- Other than your insurance. - Right.
It's just work has just been so crazy
and I had to sacrifice something.
Have you ever considered sacrificing work for therapy?
Or do you only take care of yourself
when your work schedule permits?
Well, I thought that I could handle everything.
Tell me about everything.
[sighs]
It's just,
this is not how I pictured my life.
I thought by now I'd be a renowned,
tenured anthropologist that little Black girls
will want to dress like for Halloween.
I figured that Ian and I would be married,
living in a single family brownstone.
And I'd be enjoying two more years before having kids,
but none of that has happened.
And yes, there's this new guy, Jameson,
and he's smart and nerdy.
And he really pushes me, but then Ian,
who I'm finally over--
I'm just helping him put together his restaurant--
he sends me this text.
"Are we making a mistake?"
That--that is a part of no plan.
So now I'm just left with a bunch of confusion,
my edges, a rent-controlled apartment,
and a bunch of student loan debt.
When did you come up with your life plan?
[sighs] 18.
Yeah, my entire adult life dedicated to a plan
that has fallen completely apart.
Would you say that you're the same person you were at 18?
Well, no.
[Rebecca] So you've changed.
So maybe it's okay for your plan to change too.
But to what?
To whatever you want.
Or here's an idea: no plan at all.
Just take life as it comes.
Either you can play the hand you're dealt
or mourn the one you've lost.
Different doesn't always mean bad.
[sighs]
You're good. You should be a therapist.
[chuckles]
You should show up more.
Yeah.
Angie,
you have something you want to say to Kate?
Yeah, I do.
Fuck you, Kate.
Fuck your microaggressions.
Fuck your white tears that you use as a weapon
to distract from your racism.
Fuck the history of white women like you
who got people who look like me harmed or killed
because you were too weak
to admit your own fucking shortcomings.
Fuck you for being another Black man
complicit in some racist bullshit against a Black woman.
Fuck you for engaging in respectability politics,
which we all know has never and will never get us to equality.
You cool, sis.
And fuck you for asking me to forgive this shit.
Does anybody ask Jewish people to forgive the Nazis?
No, because the Nazis were fucking wrong-ass,
vile-ass pieces of shit.
So fuck all y'all!
Fuck this bullshit production!
I'm out!
Angie,
you have something you want to say to Kate?
Sorry.
Oh, I forgive you.
[sighs] It's what Buddha would want.
Mm.
See, and that is what "Get Out" was all about.
No, it wasn't, like, at all.
Did you even see-- you know what?
I got to go.
We still have two hours left.
I've just got a text and my friend is in a hospital.
[softly] I want this job. I want this job.
I need this job.
[phone dings]
Oh, shit.
My friend really is in a hospital.
I have to be more careful with what I say
or intentional.
My friend is going to be okay.
I have a million dollars.
I have a loyal, rich boyfriend with a big ass dick.
Ooh, I have a bomb-ass natural hair wig
made with 4-C human hair.
Tye, I'm so sorry.
I was in therapy. I just got your message.
Oh, no worries. It's all good.
You're in a hospital bed. It is not all good.
I cannot believe that she needed surgery
when that asshole doctor
wouldn't even give her a fucking pain pill yesterday.
Yesterday?
[crying]
- No, no, no. - Oh, damn.
You know it's bad when Tye is crying.
Never thought I'd see the day.
I'm sorry, y'all.
I'm trying to be strong, but this shit is scary.
[Quinn] Oh, honey.
Why you trying to be strong in a hospital bed?
Yeah, being strong is so overrated.
- [sobbing] - Oh.
- [sobs] [all] Oh, no!
Sorry.
There's just-- there's a lot going on.
Everybody, stop apologizing.
[Tye] Yes.
[crying] Why do we always have to be the ones
who apologize when we're hurting?
I am sick of this shit, y'all.
[all sobbing]
Thank you, Quinn.
You're the only one of us who's not a mess.
[Quinn] That's not true.
I am a mess.
[all] Oh!
But I'm just not allowed to talk about it.
Y'all think I'm whining every time I talk about anything
just because I come from money.
But fuck that money.
That money obviously couldn't buy me
a decent relationship with my mom.
And I know it's not the same as, like, having a surgery
or losing a job
or putting up with white tears,
but it still hurts.
And I don't want to pretend that it doesn't
just because it doesn't seem like a big deal to y'all.
No, you don't have to pretend.
- I'm still talking, Camille. - Sorry.
I will always be here for you guys,
but maybe check in on me too sometimes.
Yes.
I'm sorry, Quinn.
I apologize on behalf of all of them
'cause I always ask about you, babe.
I'm sorry, Quinn.
You've been by my side during this whole ordeal.
See, it's like I always say.
"You've got to check in on your strong friends."
Wait, you didn't make that up.
That's like on 95% of the internet.
Right, but I always like it and retweet it,
- so it's the same. - Oh, gosh, Angie.
No.
- I got you, my baby. [Tye] Stop it.
What--what are doing?
I am trying to hook you up.
She's in a hospital bed, Angie.
You ain't got to look like what you've been through.
- I'm just saying. - [all chuckle]
[Camille] While the "strong Black woman" insignia
charades as a compliment,
it really pardons the rest of the world
of their responsibility
to view the Black woman as vulnerable,
able to experience pain,
capable of weakness,
worthy of support,
and unconditionally lovable.
Until the Black woman is allowed to reject
this demand for strength,
she'll never truly experience her own humanity.
Oh, good to see you awake and in good spirits, Tyesha.
Ooh, not the full government name.
Tye is fine.
I had the surgery, so I'm all good, right?
I mean, I know there's gonna be recovery time.
Unfortunately, not quite.
That cyst was just the tip of the iceberg.
You have several medium and large
fibroids and polyp on your uterine lining.
The good news is that we can take care of everything at once
with a hysterectomy.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Damn, that's a bit drastic, don't you think?
Of course it is.
Well, I get the feeling
you're not interested in giving birth,
and it really is the easiest and most effective treatment.
[scoffs] Easiest for who?
Just because I'm masc doesn't mean I'm not a woman.
And nobody asked you for your feelings.
[pager beeps]
That would be the rest of your labs, hang on.
I am so sorry, Tye.
I hate to be the voice of reason, sweetheart,
but maybe this is something that we should all discuss
before we rule it out completely.
I know I said I don't want to have kids,
but there's a difference between not being able
to have a baby and not wanting to.
True, and you know what?
Who knows what the future holds?
You don't have to make a decision
with how you'd like to resolve
the rest of the issues right away,
but sooner is better.
Your labs look good enough so I'm going to release you
with some medication and post-op instructions.
Why don't you go home and talk it over with your husband
and get back to me in a week or so?
- This nigga. - It is not 1950, okay?
A woman does not need to talk it over with a man
when it comes to making a decision about her body.
I'm her husband. Now what, asshole?
Uh, you know what? [chuckles]
I am more her husband.
Bitch, please, you're my wife, and everyone knows this.
Then who's husband am I?
- Girl... - I'm sorry.
I don't want to mis-pronoun anyone.
Who is Brandon Jones?
Nobody.
That's the name that's listed here on her HIPAA form
and who gave us permission to proceed with the surgery
- while she was unconscious. - What?
What? Oh, okay.
So y'all are mixing up paperwork now?
I'm gonna have to call my dad's attorney.
This shit about to be called Tye Memorial.
Well, no, "Memorial" is like when you're dead,
- so maybe not that. [Tye] Thank you, Camille.
Don't undermine my point in front of company.
[knock on door]
Hi, Tye.
It's been a while.
Huh, but who this, woman?
Hi, Brandon.
Uh, Brandon, these are my friends.
Friends, this is Brandon Jones,
my husband.
[hip-hop music]
[singer] ♪ All my life they making me crazy ♪
♪ All my life they calling me baby ♪
♪ All my life they wanna come save me ♪
♪ All my life ♪
♪ Men ♪
♪ Fuck men ♪
♪ We comin' for their throats like what ♪
♪ Now you wanna gloat like what ♪
♪ Thought you was a gold boy, sure ♪
♪ We don't need a man like you ♪
♪ Insecure, insecure, insecure ♪
♪ Go check on that bitch, ego drip like a click ♪
♪ Selfish, secretive, obsessive, condescending ♪
♪ Even when I come, I'm pretending ♪
♪ I'm not crazy, you was cheating ♪
♪ You not famous, you a fetus ♪
♪ You checked in on me like you Jesus ♪
♪ Don't they make you wanna keep us? ♪
Ah!
♪ All my life they making me crazy ♪
♪ All my life they calling me baby ♪
♪ All my life they wanna come save me ♪
♪ All my life ♪
♪ Men ♪
♪ Fuck men ♪
♪ Oh, you wanna leave him but you can't get past it ♪
♪ Oh, you wanna tell him, well, you should ♪
♪ Just shove it ♪
♪ Why you keep believing that he's gonna change from it? ♪