All language subtitles for Love.Life_.US_.S02E07.1080p.WEB_.H264-GGEZ-NHI

♪ ♪

You wanna do the stamp?

Approved or denied?

Mm.

Uh-huh.

Your homework done?

Good.

Well, you can...

balance my checkbook.

What?
This check's gonna bounce.

This one too.

No.

Thanks, baby.

Hello.
Leon, it's Suzanné.

Hey.

I need
a couple hundred dollars.

I paid my child support
this month.

Yes, you completed your
court-ordered bare minimum,

but I had to spend extra money
for Mia's birthday party,

which is tomorrow, by the way.

I know when it is.

Just--I'm a little
strapped this month too.

You know what?
Don't even bother coming.

Hold on. Hold on.

I'm sorry you had
to hear that, baby.

Dad really can't come
to the party?

It would be better
if he didn't.

Your father's trifling.

But you know what?

Your birthday party's
gonna be so fun, Mia.

We're gonna go skating,

and I got ice cream cake,

and all your friends
are gonna be there.

It's gonna be
the best one yet, baby.

♪ Working on
this dream with you ♪

♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Wanna spend
my life with you ♪

♪ Oh, baby ♪

So, how did I do?

Oh.

Hell yeah.

Hang on.
Stay right there.

Okay.

This is for
the permanent memory file.

I am sending this to the cloud.

Wait,
what else is in the cloud?

Don't worry about it.

Wait,
don't take a photo here.

That's not funny.
Why'd you come

all the way over here then?

♪ You've got a woman ♪

♪ ♪

Mia Hines had
never had much faith in men.

And for the most part,
men had proven her distrust

to be well-founded.

Suzanné Hayward had drilled it
into her daughter

that men were
not only unreliable,

but superfluous.

As an adult,
she projected those qualities

onto her boyfriends,

whether or not they fit
that description.

Marcus was the exception.

He had been an eerily
perfect boyfriend.

♪ ♪

Maybe too perfect.

♪ Trust in me,
I'll set you free ♪

♪ Come along and follow me ♪

Hi, Mom.
Hey, baby.

You have a minute?

Yeah,
I have a couple minutes.

Marcus is actually
on his way over.

Again? Oh.

He's practically
living over there now.

Okay, well,
we split our time

between both apartments
like a normal couple.

Mm-hmm.

Whatever.

How are you?

Oh, yeah, fine.

Except...

I lost the house.

Oh, um...

I'm sorry, Mom.

Yeah, but we knew
this day was coming, honey.

How did this happen?

I thought your Mom
worked at a bank.

So what, Marcus?
She has unlimited cash flow?

This may come
as a surprise to you,

but not everybody's parents
are, like,

responsible black professors.

That's--
that's not what I meant.

No, I know.

My mom's never been
responsible with money.

Her philosophy has always been,
"I should be making more."

Not,
"I should be spending less."

Anything I can do to help?

I can come down if you want.

I honestly have been
taking care of my mom

since I was 10, and...

I got it.

Well, I-I know you got it.

But you shouldn't be
taking this on all by yourself,

and...

I wanna help.

You're sweet.

Just let me go down there
and assess,

and then I'll let you know.

Okay?

Okay.

♪ ♪

Though she came home
regularly,

the house Mia grew up in
now more closely resembled

an art installation.

One that would soon be
broken down and boxed up,

relegated forever
to the halls of memory.

Mia?

Baby. Oh.
Hey.

I'm so glad you're here.

Yeah, it sucks it's under
these circumstances.

No, it's fine. It's fine.
It's all gonna be fine.

My art's the only stuff
I wanna keep.

The rest, just leave it.

Let the new owners
deal with it.

Wait. What about my stuff?
Well, yeah.

Take your stuff too, Mia.
Of course.

To my studio in Brooklyn?

Are you mad at me?

No, Mom.
Did you buy a new car?

I had to do it before this
showed up on my credit report.

Are you gonna remember
to make the payments?

I pay my bills, Mia.
I'm not an idiot.

I was underwater on this place,
sweetheart.

Remember when I refinanced
to have money

to help you through college?
Remember that?

Well, I borrowed too much,
and then they never

gave me the promotion
they promised me.

Mom, I'm sorry it just--

it sucks
that you're losing the house

and Dad still has
a fast-food empire.

Well, I wouldn't call it
an empire.

Yeah, but he still has money.

And I'm happy for him.

Damn, Mom.
Where are you going?

Houston's.
With who?

Nunya.
Nun--

oh, you still doing Nunya?

You're still doing that?
Nunya business.

I see you found
the fruit punch.

Don't act like you
didn't put this out for me.

Hey, babe.
Hey, Marcus.

H-hi, Miss Hayward.

Come on, Marcus.
I told you to call me Suzanné.

I know.

I'm old-fashioned, I guess.

So old-fashioned
that you're shacking up

with my daughter, huh?
Mom.

Uh, I mean, we--

we don't--
we don't live together.

Babe,
don't even worry about it.

She's messing with you.

I am.

Kinda.

All right, honey.
Muah.

Good to see you, Marcus.

You too, Miss Hayward.

Bye, Mom.
Bye-bye.

She's in a good mood
for someone losing her house.

Yeah, well, that's because
I am doing everything.

I can still come down.
No, it's okay.

I'm using up all my sick days.

I'm gonna try to come back
soon anyway,

but I'll call you later.

Okay, um, bye.

Okay. Bye.

♪ ♪

Dad?

It's just--

What's going on?

Um...

Well, I--I came to see you,
sweetheart.

♪ ♪

No, I didn't follow you
into the drug store.

I just happened to be going
to the same place.

Okay, I did follow you.

But if you had talked to me
when I pulled up to you

at the red light, then none
of this would have happened.

In that big red car of yours?
Mm-hmm.

I looked good, though.
You did.

You did.
So did you.

You were very persistent.
I'll give you that.

Mia, your father
was such a player.

Ew.
What?

Mia, how's, um--

how's New York?

It's good.

Great. Mm.

All right,
I'll leave y'all to it.

Come here, Mama.
Okay, Daddy.

All right.

Bye, sweetheart.

What the fuck is going on?

Mia, don't be upset.

Listen, honey...

Your father and I
have been seeing each other

off and on
for the last few months.

Is that what
this is all about?

When were you gonna tell me?

Mia,

I'm on a journey.

You're always on
some journey, Mom.

Oh, my God, is he the guy
you met up with at Houston's?

This is all my fault.

I conditioned you
to hate your father.

Mom, I don't hate him.

I don't know him.

I only saw him, like,
two times a year my whole life.

That's partially
my fault too.

Mia, honey.

He just wants another chance.

My mom is fucking my dad.
What?

This is, like,
the most self-destructive

shit she's ever done.

Are they back together?

I don't know. I hope not.

I'm sorry, but my mom
just has these cycles, and--

And she's an adult.

I'm sure
she knows what she's doing.

Jesus.

If your mom
can forgive your dad,

maybe you should
give him a chance.

Hey, the TaskRabbit
just pulled up.

I gotta go. I'll call you back.

Mia, wait.

Akil?
Yeah.

The sight of her
mother and father together

lingered in her mind.

For the past 23 years,
Mia had dutifully supported

and coddled
her eccentric mother

and their united front
against Leon remained intact.

But now her mother had caved,

and Mia couldn't help
but feel betrayed.

Hey, if it's in a bag,
take it.

So, 60?

Yeah.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Those were, uh--

Some good old-fashioned
cleansing tears, you know?

If you say so.

Can I bum one?

Yeah.

Thanks.

You should
take my number down.

I mean, just in case
you need me again.

You don't have to use the app.

Can save us both some money.

Sure.

Take care of yourself.
Thanks.

Mia hadn't had
a real conversation

with her father
in about seven years.

The "out of sight,
out of mind" method

had been working well for her.

But now, thanks to her mother,

she was forced to face him

and all of the memories she
had spent years repressing.

Hey, honey.
Hey.

Enjoy.
I can't believe my daughter

deals Birkin bags.

I told my sister about your job
and she asked for a hookup,

and I was like,
"Well, you better

hook up about 25 grand first."

Try 100.
What?

Yeah.
Who's got that kind of money?

Your mom tells me
you have a boyfriend.

Sounds like she's really
filling you in, huh?

She has.

I'm really proud of you.
Always have been.

Do you remember when you
picked me up in that Corvette?

Yeah.

Suzanné went off of me.

She almost
didn't let me take you.

Then you took me
to McDonald's

and I wanted to order
for myself,

but you said we should share.

And then you let me have
two bites of your burger

and four French fries.

Then I dropped one on the floor
and you got mad at me?

Baby,
I think you're misremembering.

No, I'm not.

Then you drove me
to your girlfriend's house

and you left.

And then finally,
after an hour,

I told her how hungry I was.

And then she took me to Denny's
and the movies.

Which girlfriend?
Valerie.

Oh, Va--

Val always liked you.

And you liked hanging out
with her as I recall.

Well, Val was nice to me and
she tried to get to know me.

I didn't try?

I mean, what--

What about
all the good things I did?

I bought your prom dress,
and your textbooks.

The piano lessons.

I cut that $5,000 check for you
when you moved to New York.

Yeah,
but you were never there.

Every visit from you
felt mandatory.

Every single nice thing
you did felt like

it was on some checklist
of things you could do

to not be considered
the absolute worst dad.

Hm.

And I know some of that
is on my mom.

I do.

But even when you were around,
you were a selfish asshole.

And now you are sleeping
with her,

and you're confusing her,

and I'm fucking caught
in the middle of it again.

I was an asshole.

I wasn't mature.

I'd come to get you and...

it was like I was with
little Suzanné.

I could feel her judgment

and her disappointment
through you.

I ended up distancing myself
from you.

I did that.

And I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

You know...

I borrowed that Corvette
from your Uncle Carl.

I thought that was a lease.
No.

I couldn't afford
anything like that back then.

Your uncle worshiped that car.

And I knew it was my ass

if he found as much as
a crumb in that thing.

So I have Uncle Carl to blame
for my childhood trauma?

Hey,

I fucked up.

And believe me when I say
I want to fix this.

He doesn't have time
for a wife

that's always
creating drama?

Okay.
You weren't kidding.

I went to the garage

and I saw that you threw
everything away.

You do not need an Ebony
magazine from, like, 2003.

Has there ever been a cover
without Shemar Moore on it?

Yeah,
but my Morris Chestnuts?

Him too.

Larenz Tate, honey.
Come on.

That's just wrong.

So I hope you had a good time
with your dad.

Yeah, Mom,
why are you seeing him?

I don't know.

He reached out
to me a while ago

and he wanted to talk to you

and I didn't want him playing
with your feelings.

So I guess I was
vetting him for you.

Do you think he's changed?
Like, really?

I do.
Don't worry.

I'm not trying to be
with him again, though, okay?

You know there's other guys
out there, right?

I never found one.

Dang, Mom. What's all this?

Just a thank you
for everything, honey.

All right. I gotta go to work.

And your dad's gonna come by
at some point

and get that piano, okay?

I told him
he could coordinate with you?

Yeah, that's fine.

I like having you home.

Sure you don't wanna move back?

What,
and be your personal assistant?

Uh, no.

And so Mia waited
for her father for hours.

Just like old times.

Hey.
Hey, your mom keeps

hassling me
to come get that piano,

but I don't think
I'm gonna make it over today.

No, uh, don't come.
I think I wanna keep it.

Oh, that would be great,
baby.

I owe you one.

W-what are you
gonna tell your mom?

I'll figure it out, Dad.
I always do.

All right, baby.
I love you.

narrator:
Mia searched for a response

to get out of
that uncomfortable moment.

There was only one.

I love you too.

Hi, you've reached
Marcus Watkins, please--

Hello?

Thanks.

Yeah.

You want a beer?

So you ever gonna come back
for this stuff

or am I gonna see it
on "Storage Wars" in a year?

Uh, yeah, I got that bill
set up on autopay.

So even if I fucking
never come back,

I will not lose that.

Wow, autopay.
Yeah.

That's sexy.

That's my dream.

Are you laughing
at my dreams?

No, it's just--

It's cute.

You think I'm cute?

No. I said it's cute.

You heard me.

Nah. Nah, nah, nah.
Yes, you did. Yeah.

I heard I'm cute.

Mm, no, you didn't.

You didn't.

♪ ♪

I have a boyfriend.

I feel like you say
that a lot.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Sweetheart, I wish
you weren't leaving so late.

Mom, I'll be back in Brooklyn
in a couple of hours.

I can't believe that man
didn't show up.

I'm gonna let him have it.

I think you gotta
leave him alone.

All right,
well, tell Marcus I said hello.

Can't wait to meet him, honey.
He sounds like a good one.

Of course,
my bar is pretty low.

I'm sorry I didn't find you
a better father.

Oh, Mom.

I love you, baby.
I love you too.

I'm proud of you.

I'm proud of you.

All right, I'm gonna text you
when I get back.

Okay.

Drive safely.
I will.

♪ ♪

Mia was certain
Marcus would know

what she had done,
and that once he found out,

he would leave her,
just like she deserved.

But when it became clear
that Marcus suspected nothing,

Mia locked her secret
in a black box

and buried it deep.

She would only hurt Marcus
by confessing.

I hope it's okay
that we're just having

a chill dinner
for your birthday.

♪ ♪

It's perfect.

♪ ♪

I missed you.

I missed you too.

♪ ♪

I'm sorry
I've been such a bitch.

No, no, no. It's okay.

I'm--

I'm just glad that you got
everything worked out.

♪ ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ My darling ♪

♪ Oh, sweet darling ♪

We always go
to this fucking place.

I know,
but it's just so damn tasty.

Tasty?
Mm-hmm.

It's damn tasty?
Damn tasty.

crowd: Happy birthday!

Oh, my God. Wow. Hi.

Oh, my God.
It's so nice to see you.

We got you.

You the man. You the man.

Thank you.
Hey, Janet. Hi.

I know, exactly, like--

You two.

This is amazing.

Well, this--
I mean, this makes me feel like

something good
came out of me marrying Magnus.

'Cause you--I mean,
you came to my wedding

with Magnus' coworker

and now you're with
my old coworker.

That--that's funny.
Yeah.

Maybe that's not funny.
I don't know.

No, no, no. I mean
maybe they'll get together.

Oh, God. No, no.
I wouldn't wish that on her.

I hope he rots. Um--

No, but this is--
this is so beautiful.

Amazing.

Can I get another
of this, please?

You good?

Fuck yeah, babe.
All right.

My birthday. Wow.

Hell yeah.

Hey, everybody.

Thanks for coming. Um...

I would be remiss not to toast
the birthday girl--

woman, um,

who has brought
so much love into my life.

It's, uh--

it's an honor
being by your side.

I am--I am grateful
to know you.

Thanks for being born, Mia.

Happy birthday.

I love you.

Kiss her!

Eat your tiramisu, y'all,
shit.

Kids,
you know what I'm saying?

What are you talking about?

Anyway, man,
we gotta go though, all right?

She charges double
after midnight.

Like,
babysitters is going crazy.

No. We can afford it.

I was gonna see
if y'all wanted to go to

the Dave & Buster's in Midtown.

Oh--
Oh?

No. I'm actually--

I'm really tired. So--

Yeah, it's--it's--
it's probably a little late

to be going into the city.

He told you to say that--
Damn right I did.

Come on.
Stop begging my friends

to go to damn Dave & Buster's.
It's as weird as hell.

It's fun!
Oh, God.

Anyway, happy birthday, Mia.
Aw, thank you for coming.

Party was amazing,
my brother.

Call you tomorrow.
Hey, all right, man.

Happy birthday.
I'll see you soon.

See you soon.
Get home safe.

Get your butt over here.
Come on.

Whatever. You ain't no fun.

You wanna go to Dave--we'll
go to Dave & Buster's tomorrow.

Okay.
Yeah. Psyche!

Come here real quick.

Okay.

I still need to give you
your present.

Are you serious?
You just threw me a party.

I don't need a present.
No. I mean, come on.

Like, a party isn't a present.

I mean, this isn't either
really, actually,

but, uh, I can't believe
I'm doing this.

Don't propose.

Um...

I just wanted you to...

have a key to my place,
but I guess if I had proposed,

I know what my answer
would've been.

Sorry, it was the--

the reaching into the pocket.

Oh, so it's my fault
that you screamed,

"Don't propose" at me?

I would never propose
this early.

I mean, I've already learned
that lesson,

but...

I mean, I do think about...

marrying you.

I mean, I do think about our--

our future together.

Should I not be?

I--no, I-I think about
our future too.

And, like--fuck, um...

I don't know.

Okay?
Like, if you knew me,

you'd know this party isn't me.

Wait. I'm-I'm sorry.

If I knew you?

You know what? Um...

This isn't working for me.

Sorry.

I don't know what the fuck
is wrong with you.

♪ ♪

You should go.

♪ ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh,
ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh,
ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh,
ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh,
ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Lonely little love dog ♪

♪ That no one
knows the name of ♪

♪ I know why you cry out ♪

♪ Desperate and devout ♪

♪ Timid little teether ♪

♪ Your eyes set on the ether ♪

♪ Your moon in bella luna ♪

♪ And howling hallelujah ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Nameless you above me ♪

♪ Come lay me low
and love me ♪

♪ This lonely little
love dog ♪

♪ That no one
knows the name of ♪