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Previously on being Mary Jane...

I am tired of all you grown-ass people

laying around this house

waiting for me to pay the heat.

What does that plan look like, niecy?

_

You guys are gonna stay in here, okay?

Don't beat yourself up.

You are allowed to take twice as long

untangling your heart from
him as you spent loving him.

This morning when I woke
up, I had peed in the bed.

Mary Jane, you know what?
You're stressed.

Are you with
her because you love her,

or are you with her because
she's having your baby?

- Ahh!
- Hey.

Good morning.

I thought I took my key back.

Yeah, you did, but it's just breakfast.

Here.

You try.

- What do you think?
- I think I just gained five pounds.

Yeah, well, as long as you gain them
in the places I like, it's all good.

- Oh, you got something.
- David.

You're right. Habit.

I'm sorry.

You know what? I'm sorry.

For everything,

giving up on you and our baby and...

stealing your sperm and
two or three other things

you don't even know about.

- Well, I'm no Saint, so...
- Yeah, you think?

Would you mind if I kissed you?

Are you sure?

You tell me.

Who's that?

Come on, Mary Jane, don't act
like you don't know about Andre.

Ahh!

Ooh, yummy.

Hey, so, you don't hear
Isabelle in there screaming?

Oh, she's fine; I just looked
in on her a few minutes ago.

She has to cry through it.
That'll teach her independence.

And who's teaching you independence?

Breakfast is almost ready.

Banana pancakes, mmm.

My le creuset.

Your what?

My French oven, you let it burn.

Not really.

I scraped most of it off, and
right now, I'm letting it soak.

Oh, God. Oh.

Auntie, it's fine.

You should have saw it
a half an hour ago.

It'll come off.

I need a minute.

_

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♪ I've gotten down
to my last pair of shoes ♪

♪ Can't
even win a nickel bet ♪

♪ because ah them
that's got are them that gets ♪

♪ And I ain't got nothin yet ♪

_ ♪ I'm sneakin' in and
out duckin' my landlord ♪

♪ All I seem to do is stay in debt ♪

♪ Because ah them that's got,
yeah are them that gets ♪

♪ And I tell you all, I
ain't got nothin' yet ♪

♪ That old sayin them that's
got are them that gets ♪

♪ Is somethin I can't see ♪

♪ If ya gotta have somethin'
before you can get somethin' ♪

♪ How do ya get your first
is still a mystery to me ♪

♪ I see folk with long
cars and fine clothes ♪

♪ That's why they're
called the smarter set ♪

♪ Because they manage to get ♪

♪ When only them that's
got supposed to get ♪

♪ And I ain't got nothin' yet ♪

♪ That old sayin them that's
got are them that gets ♪

♪ Is somethin I can't see ♪

♪ If ya gotta have somethin'
before you can get somethin' ♪

♪ How do ya get your first
is still a mystery to me ♪

You spent 300 dollars on a pot?

Well, it's not just a pot, Patrick.

It's a signature brand
porcelain-enameled French oven,

so... you understand. Look, never mind.

Bottom line, I don't
like people in my house.

That guest room, it's
like a show room to me.

It looks best untouched.

Sometimes I go in there,
and I just stare at it.

It looks like it belongs in a magazine,

and I'd like it to stay that way.

What?

Hey, hey, no, hey, it's your house,
and that's the way you want it.

Good, I'm glad we're on the same page,
and you understand the need for urgency.

I'm making some progress with mom.

As a matter of fact, I plan
on talking to her later

to see what I can do about
getting niecy back over there.

- Well, you know it's not just about that.
- I know, I know, I'm working on some things

- to get niecy and the kids with me.
- How?

Honey, you live in a dark, dank closet.

See, why do you always feel the need
to highlight, underscore, bold, and...

Oh, snap. Excuse me.

- Boy, what did you do?
- Oh, no. Okay.

- Niecy. Niecy. Oh, my God.
- Trevion, what are you doing?

Patrick: - Niecy, I told you to watch him. Niecy:
- No, trevion, no, no.

What's wrong with you?

Don't you got some coloring
books or something?

I don't get it.

Right now, in this moment, she's free.

- Why doesn't she just run?
- And go where?

Anywhere but back to that motel.

Well, what people don't realize, it's not
her body that's enslaved; it's her mind.

She looks
like one of those dogs,

you know, that's, like, chained in the
yard, except her leash isn't there.

Yeah, yeah, she
tells herself she loves him,

she'll do anything for him.

"I know I called, mister officer,

but he did not hit me."

"But you're bleeding
profusely from your mouth,

and your nose, ma'am, I mean"...

"I fell, mister officer."

That, and worse, every day.

And those are the, uh,

those are the pg stories,
once they're sold.

Now, see, this one looks like
she's been sold a time or two.

How can you tell?

She jumps every time
somebody walks by and drives up.

The new ones usually stay up
underneath their boyfriends.

See, when we do our raids,

the ones we can usually save are the ones

who just got in the game.

The ones that have been bought

and sold and bought and sold,

they're the ones keep slipping
through your fingers.

According to my research,

the buying and selling of girls

is usually based on some sort

- of debt that needs to be repaid.
- Yeah.

From one pimp to another.

That, but some guys don't pimp.

Some guys are just trying
to make some money,

so they snatch them on the way to school.

- What?
- Yeah, store, church.

Just snatch them and sell
them to traffickers.

What is this, the
sequel to 12 years a slave?

Basically.

Looks like she has to get to work.

You know, I don't get it.

In this day and age, these
girls could call home,

they could send a text, they could email.

Not if they tell you
they're gonna kill you.

I have a herd of girls I
don't know what to do with.

All right, I'm coming.

- Mary Jane?
- Okay, okay.

Okay, before you guys say
anything, I know, I know,

it looks a lot smaller
than it does on TV.

Well, that's because we shoot everything

with wide-angle lenses
to give it that effect.

So who wants to sit in the anchor chair?

- Me.
- I would.

Anel, your hand went up first. Follow me.

Watch your step.

It's nothing back here. It's just plain.

I know; Sometimes I even have
my shoes off under there.

Hello, America. I'm Mary Jane Paul.

Oh, this is a cool surprise.

Ladies, I would like to introduce you

to miss Kara lynch.

Kara is our executive producer

here at talk back.

Kara is like a movie director.

Yeah.

She and I set the creative tone
and direction for the show,

and she makes sure
everything is executed.

Yes. Hello, everybody.

You ladies look so professional.

I love it.

I need to borrow Mary
Jane for just a moment.

Can I steal her for a second?

All right, you guys
take turns sitting in my chair.

Selling the dream, honey,
selling the dream.

Yes, you are.

You're gonna want to kiss me.
You found somebody to talk?

- Yes, I did. She's white, though.
- Oh.

Yeah, I know you wanted a black girl,

but my source over at the rescue center

told me they just picked
this girl up two days ago,

and she's been sold a few times.

She's been in Atlanta for five months,

and, uh, she goes

- by the street name "Polly".
- Seriously?

- A white girl named Polly?
- Yeah, well,

probably being sarcastic.

Anyway, she's 17 years old,

and it was her suggestion
to meet you in person

before going on air.

So you're gonna meet her
at the pancake house

on cheshire bridge road, and
I'll have security there

in plain clothes, okay?

We can do 9:00 or 9:30. - 9:00. Okay.

- Hey. Hey, Kara.
- Hi.

I need to speak with you.

I'm kind of in
the middle of something.

No, it's okay. You can have her.

- I'm gonna go lock this in.
- Oh, thank you. Thank you.

- What's up?
- My parents are in town.

They're on their layover
on their way to Paris,

and they want to see us tonight.

Just tell them I'm out of town.

No, I can't. I panicked, I'm sorry.

I can't be your beard tonight.
I can't. I can't.

I've got the girls all afternoon,

and then I have an interview
I can't move tonight.

And I have to go to my house and
get my "I love mark" bag...

See, yes, and I love you for that.

Thank you. I owe you. I owe you.

And you're gonna pay.

- Hey.
- Hey. What's up?

I need you to take over for me. Please?

You mean... Oh... oh, hell no.

- No, no, come on.
- No, no, no, no, no.

I am busy preparing for Thursday's
show, are you out of your mind?

I know, but I have to help a friend
with a serious personal matter;

Come on, please.

And, well, what would
that friend have done

had you not picked up the
phone, can't they do that?

But I did answer. That's the thing.

Come on, they're just a
bunch of teenage girls.

I'm having a hard enough time

with pubescent boys.

How long before you get back here?

I'm not gonna come back.

Oh, that's fabulous.

That's just great. That's fabulous.

- Thank you. Thank you.
- Please don't do this to me.

Thank you. They're gonna love you.

They're patient.

Okay, ladies, unfortunately,

this is where I'm gonna
have to leave you,

but you're in great hands with Kara.

So be inspired, okay? Good luck,

and I love you.

Bye.

Okay, well,

let's go and check out editing.

That's super exciting.
Come on. Follow me this way.

You're a 43-year old, never
married, confirmed bachelor,

whose girlfriend is
nearly always unavailable

or somewhere else or with other people.

Do you think you're fooling anyone?

Just the people that matter.

- You're an ass.
- Are you speaking literally

or figuratively, because either way,

now is not the time for this.

My parents are gonna be outside

of that door in a few seconds,

and I do not have time nor
do I feel it necessary

for me to explain my personal decisions

when it comes to my life.
- Your life?

I thought we were in a relationship.

Yes, my life.

It is hard enough being black.

Now you want me to add the
side dish of gay to my plate?

- Yes.
- For what?

For who, Eric?

We can be a relationship
from here to infinity,

and you will never understand what
it is like to live in my skin.

Neither will you until you

fully accept who you are.

Would you get out of here
with that soap opera?

Stop trying to shut me
out of the conversation

with your million man march rhetoric?

- What are you saying?
- I'm saying, don't race card me.

If you're still afraid of
mommy and daddy, own it.

I'm through with this conversation, Eric.

Mark...

Trust me.

You don't have to do this.

Do you think I like doing this?

All right, the bath and
the bedroom both look very hetero.

This place really straightens up

well, if I do say so myself.

Years of practice.

Okay, what's wrong?

Nothing, Mary Jane, nothing.

Okay.

They're here.

Will you please leave
out of the back door?

Please?

How's he gonna
get to my place without...

- I'll figure it out.
- Wow.

Mary Jane.

Remember what I told you, okay?
Confidence.

It was so nice meeting you girls.
I'm so proud of you.

You're all beautiful. Good luck.

Thank you for coming to visit.

Can I go to the movies with the girls?

You're ditching me.

No, you still have to pick me.

Please? It's the j. Law movie.

Oh, j. Law, well, then, by all means.

Okay, figure out then when,

wheres, and with whoms.
- Okay.

Okay, and I'm sure
you're gonna do great.

I'm gonna see your faces
one day on the big screen.

All right, good luck to you girls.

- Take care.
- Thank you again.
- Oh.

My daughter really enjoyed herself today.

- Aw.
- Thank you for taking the time.

I can only imagine how valuable it is.

Of course.

I'm Kara lynch, I don't think we've met.

- We did.
- We did?

Yeah, you forgot me that quickly.

I told you my daughter texted me.

She was so excited a latina was a boss.

Oh, oh.

- Anyway, thank you.
- Sure.

Oh, my...

You know what?
I completely remember you.

I am so sorry.
I did not mean to be rude.

I just met so many people tonight.

- It's okay.
- Yeah, and you're welcome.

Really. My pleasure.

Hey, do you know where I, uh,

I can get a drink around here?

A drink? Um...

Oh, yeah, no, not that place.

That's kind of nasty.

- Um...
- Oh, nothing fancy.

I just need somewhere to park

while I wait on my daughter
to watch a movie.

Oh, well, okay.

Um,

uh,

you know what? Pick a desk.

I know where the cups are.

- You like Tequila? Come on.
- Why not?

So we were just about done with dinner.

Mind you, the restaurant
was freezing cold.

My hands were like ice.

Yeah, so I'm reaching out,

like, grabbing her hands so I
can see how cold they were.

Then the violinist comes

and surrounds the table.

Playing Beethoven's ode
to joy, none the less.

Manager comes with a
cake and a bottle of champagne

to celebrate our engagement.

Oh, so let's see the ring.

- I'll tell them. I'll tell them.
- Okay, okay, okay.

So that's the punch line, dad.

It was for the table that was next to us.

So embarrassing.

We were sitting there like, "what?"

Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no, too soon.

Exactly. And the manager
was so nice, though.

He gave us a bottle
of champagne for our troubles.

So do your parents approve of mark?

Of course, yeah, they love mark.

They are like a broken record with mark.

"Where's mark? How's mark?

Mark, mark, mark, mark, mark."

I think they love mark
more than they love me.

Well, you two have been a
couple almost two years now.

When do you intend to marry her,

or at least buy her the real ring?

Well, you know, we've talked
about it from time to time.

- Mm-hmm, yeah.
- Yes.

Our schedules are very busy, so,
you know, hard to try to...

No one's that busy, mark.

Oh, the canapés.

- Yes.
- All right, let me go get them.
- Stop it.

- Just stop it.
- Stop what?

Mom... mom, let me go get those

before they burn. I'll be right back.

So, uh, mark and I took the most amazing

snowboarding trip to Colorado last year.

We loved it. That's a lie.

Mark loved. I hated it.

Snowboarding did nothing for me.

Sounds like a death wish.

Literally, as I was
nearly going head over tail.

Well, I'll stick with fly-fishing.

Exactly.

Oh, I was just telling
your parents about our...

Our snowboarding trip to copper Mountain.

Oh, yeah, copper Mountain was good.

Yeah, you loved it.

I did love it, I must say.

Look, dad, this here, speaking of great,

- 1964 barolo, baby.
- Oh-ho-ho, sounds good.

You know, they don't serve
anything decent on those flights.

Mark, I know you're gay.

Beatrice, what the hell's
the matter with you?

What are you talking about, mom?

I gave life to you,

and I want to share
that life with you,

but I can't if you keep
hiding parts of it from us.

Just say the words.

I promise it's okay.

- Mama.
- Just say the words, baby.

What are you talking about, mom?

I'm gonna go get the wine opener.

Mark, it's in your hand.

Sit down.

Sit down.

Sit.

You're a homosexual?

You?

Yeah.

Me.

When did this happen?

I've always been gay, dad.

Uh-uh, not when we taught you to walk.

Not when you were in little league.

- Not when you were prom king,
you wasn't anybody's homosexual.
- Stan, Stan...

I'm just gay, dad.

No, I'm gay.
I'm happy as a June bug.

- That doesn't mean I go
around sucking men's...
- Stan.

- It's okay, mom.
- No, it's not okay, son.

Your mom and I raised
you in an atmosphere

where you could be honest with us,

and you've been lying your whole life.

And honestly, that's more important to me

than who is literally up your ass.
- Stan.

I tell you I'm gay,

and you make this all about you.

No, you didn't tell me squat.

Your mother just told me, and you
confirmed with a weak "yup".

Big difference, son.

And I'm not making this about me.

I'm making this about us.

Who are you?

The son we raised would
have had the courage

to be whoever the hell he is,

no matter what anybody thought
about him, including me.

But instead, you've been
running around like a thief

in the night, lying and pulling
others into your lies.

Is that who you are?

Is that the man I raised?

And you knew this whole time?

Mothers often know.

Mark is gay.

That doesn't mean he
chose to be that way.

Oh, Beatrice, stop sounding like a psa,

I don't give a damn whether
he chose it or not.

Do you I want you to live
that lifestyle? Hell no.

But whatever happened in our relationship

where you felt you had to lie about it,

where you couldn't be honest with me?

I lied to you, because
you're a homophobe.

You may not want to
admit it, but you are.

No, you lied because it was easy.

And yes, I am a homophobe.

So is damn near half the country.

But I'm also your father,
who loves and trusts that

his son would have the decency

to share a very important
part of his life with us.

Is that why you always
put your mother off

when she wants to come and visit?

Oh, um,

sorry, this is that important
interview I told you about.

Mary Jane Paul?

You're even prettier than on the set.

You must be Polly.

Yeah.

A happy meal every day
for a year and a half.

It's $2.

Disgusting.

Just made me think,

realy?

I'm not even worth $5?

I'm worth less than a pack of condoms?

Why don't you tell me about your day?

What did you do today?

Nothing. Watched TV.
Watched your show.

Thank you.

And later I took a
shower and got dressed,

'cause there's a convention
in town, mad money,

but I was on the blob, so...

I'm sorry. You're what?

- On my period.
- Right, okay.
- Tricks hate that.

Blood just freaks them out, I guess.

They get violent sometimes.

I had to keep the lights low
so they wouldn't notice.

- Am I weirding you out?
- No. Mm-mm.

No, I'm fine. Um, did you,

or do you go to school?

I'm registered at
deerfield, but I don't go.

Deerfield high school?

How old are you?

- For real?
- Yeah.

15.

Am I too old for the show?

No. Mm-mm. No, you're fine.

Well, Mary Jane's not my boss.

She's more like a partner, if anything.

Why does she have the office,

and you're in a fancy, like, open,

working area thing?

Well, that's how the news
room works, you know?

I have to be out here with
my producers and my writers

and make sure the stories are going right

and be right in the middle
of the action, you know?

Because everybody reports to me.

- Why do women do that?
- Do what?

- Oversell themselves.
- Wow.

Maybe it's because you

questioned my work area as less than?

- No, no, I was simply
asking a question.
- Oh.

Yeah, so that I could have
a better understanding.

Oh, okay. All right. Well, I mean, I...

I hate that I don't have
an office, but I doubt

that I'd ever be in it.

It is nice to have perks, though.

- Well, you have a nice view.
- I do.

I love my view. It is beautiful.

So is this...

Career peak, or are you
still on the climb?

You don't drink Tequila.

Um, the climb.

You know, it's funny; Everybody
is always congratulating me.

"Wow, you've made it," you know?

And I'm just thinking, "pssh,

I'm just getting started."

Where are you trying to get to?

I want to win an emmy for
producing nightly news.

On network. I mean, cable's cool.

But network will always
be the holy grail for me.

Was that a big part of your divorce?

Yeah.

That, and...

I was the breadwinner...

And him screwing our real estate agent.

That was a good one.

What?

Is your ex a real estate agent?

What's your ex-husband's name?

Seriously?

John lynch.

- What?
- Oh, shoot.

Wouldn't that have been weird?

You are... that was good.

My heart actually stopped
beating for a second.

That was good.

May I take you out for a
proper drink one night?

Mm...

- Mm...
- Okay, earlier I wasn't memorable.

- Now I'm not dateable.
- I'm sorry. No, no, no.

Listen, you seem like
a really decent guy.

I'm just... I'm not interested
in dating right now.

I'm just... eesh, please.

I, um...

I don't really date Latino men.

No offense.

Well, then, you shouldn't
have said anything,

because I am very offended.

- I mean...
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

No, I... Listen, I love my people.

I really do, but it's just...

It just never seems to work out.

In fact, I just dated a Mexican guy...

Carlos, the intern.

Maybe because he was the intern.

Maybe. Good point.

Listen, I'm just trying
to save you the trouble.

I don't have a lot of time,
and I don't like to waste it,

so I like to be up front and very clear.

You know, I just came out of the fog.

Why are you laughing?

- You're doing it again.
- What?

Overselling it.

Just like you want an office,

you want to see me again.

It's just easier if you
say you don't want it.

Really? Okay.

I think I'll have another drink.

Well, the movie's over.

I should get going.

Let me know if you want
to get that drink.

- Good night.
- Adios.

Gael Montoya.

Ah, mi dio.

For real?

Men are gross.

They fart.

They have skids marks on their underwear,

and their hair all greasy.

Sometimes I put a little vicks
under my nose to mask the smell.

My mom used to say,

"there's men who shower before work,

"and there's men who shower after work.

"The men who shower before work
have more money,

but they're sadder too."

Some of them don't want to have sex.

They just want me to listen to them.

They're the saddest.

Polly isn't your real name, is it?

No.

What is your real name?

I don't want to tell you that.

Okay.

Tell me why you chose Polly.

Polly was my imaginary friend growing up.

She always protected me.

So when a trick wants to...

Tie me down... Give me a facial

or a golden shower,

it's not happening to me.

It's happening to Polly.

Young girls need to hear your story.

They do.

You know how many young
girls just like you

have been kidnapped and enslaved

or beaten and drugged,

made dependent on men,

who take their power,

their souls, their freedom?

Use my show as your platform.

Tell your story.

How much do you pay?

We don't.

We're a news program,

so we don't pay for stories.

Did someone on your staff tell you
you'd be getting paid for this?

Well, no.

Um... If people like Katy Perry

get paid for their stories...

Yes, they do.

I'm not looking for $1
million or anything,

but my story should be worth something.

No, it is, and while we
can't pay you money,

what we can do is put you in
contact with social services...

Have you been listening to me?

It's always about the money.

You could save some young girl's life.

Come on. Go get in the car.

- No, wait, just wait.
- Move when I tell you to move.

Wait, hold on. Polly.

Polly, wait. Oh, okay, I'll buy her.

I'll buy her.
How much? How much?

All right, 20,000.

Okay, so, I can have her for $20,000?

Yep.

Okay, just let me get my
checkbook, and I'll be...

- Checkbook?
- I'll come right back.

Bitch, please, what you think
this is, hoes r us?

No, no, no, no, wait, just
a second, just a second.

No, if you just... Just
leave her here with me,

I will go get the money;
It's a lot of cash...

Do you have the cash now?

No, I don't have it on me,
but just leave her...

- Go get your ass in the car.
- I'm good for it.

Get your ass in the car.

Well, my first pimp,
jace, he was beautiful.

You know, beautiful, beautiful.
You don't know.

He had one of thos
real tight curly afros,

like one of those...

those guys from the black
power movement in the 60s.

Black power.

You know, he

met me outside of the
laundromat on lyndon boulevard,

and he gave me some change for my dryer.

You know, that was it.

He turned me out.

He never hit me or beat me

or made me have sex with him,

except for that one
time, you know...

- I came up short,
at the end of the night.
- Hey.

Hey, what are you doing here?

Well, same as you.

There is work to be done.

No, I mean, why aren't
you out with Eric doing what...

newly out of the closet gay men do?

Uh-oh.

- Eric and I have parted ways.
- What?
- Yeah.

- Baby, what happened?
- It was ugly.

Spending time at your place

gave him time to figure it out

and think about our relationship.

Said he and I didn't have
one, and you and I...

...did.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

How the... how the hell did I get
brought into the middle of this?

All I ever did was support you guys.

Mary Jane,

he's right.

How do you figure?

The sex was better than good.

The guy was talented,

but during the daylight hours,
we were just marking time,

sometimes getting beneath the surface,

but no real depth.

Maybe because I was straddling the fence.

But you just came out to your parents.

- Doesn't that mean anything?
- Of course.

But look who I shared it with.

Right.

So...

I am going to be pouring

a balvenie 21-year-old in my office

if you want to join me.

I will be right there.

Thanks for being my beard...

And my friend.

You're welcome.

Oh, how did your, uh, interview go?

It came, and
it went, which is now why

I'm finding her replacement.

I love how you never give up.

Never.

See you in a minute.

♪ what did you do ♪

♪ Wonder where your heart came from ♪

♪ What have you done ♪

You know, he's
like, "it's my money,"

and, uh, and then he hit me,

and I woke up in this
real dirty apartment.

It was pitch black, and he just...

He had these two guys
hold me down on the bed

while he raped me.

Dial "work in progress."

Calling "work in progress."

- Hello?
- Hey, niecy, it's me.

- I was just checking on you.
- All is well.

Your kitchen is clean, and
I just put the kids down.

- Alarm on?
- Yep.

You know, everything's
gonna be fine,

okay?
- Okay.

No, I'm serious.

You're gonna figure everything out,

and we're gonna be
right here to help you,

okay?
- Okay.

All right.

I love you.

- I'll be home in a minute.
- I love you too.

Bye.

♪ keep ♪

♪ On ♪

♪ Keep ♪

♪ The strain ♪