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Yes, but why? Why did you do that?

And why did she let him? OK.

Briefly speaking...

You won't believe what's going on with my crazy family.

It's just... head off.

PREVIOUSLY IN THE SERIES

As you can see, I'm on the bunk.

Ashley decided until he tells Sean where I am,

so I lied that I was at work.

In Montana.

I'm still here to roam and roam, and he keeps asking questions.

How to tell a six year old that papa won't come back?

So, baby, what are we watching today?

"The Princess and the Frog"?

"Wiz"? "Trial of Akila"?

"Cool turns"?

How about a second Paddington?

"What... dington"?

Is this about an English bear?

- Yes. - Do you want to watch a black film?

Black movie?

A movie where black people play.

What color are you?

Honey brown.

Ambush.

BLIND SPOT

SERIES 6 "GHOST DAD"

"SHAN - SMALL HONEY BROWN GENIUS".

Not everything in life is black and white

only good or only bad.

Sometimes you're sad and happy

and you don't know what it is right away.

About something they will say - "this is bad", and it's not like that at all

sometimes they say - "everything is fine" and it's a complete mess.

Sometimes things change

worth a look from the other side.

The main thing is not to agree to lies for half price.

But the truth is not always nice picture on the wall.

The truth is when mom and dad were on the wrong side.

Is not...

It's not a movie, baby.

It `s music,

that doesn't play to the beat. It's a crazy dance, it's...

Girlfriend, what are you wearing?

No, don't even think about it. You have to tell the little one about your father.

Let's not dance metaphors.

I want to understand how can I do this.

He gets scared and I don't want to

that he thought his dad was a bad person.

Bunny, come here.

I know. It's hard.

Listen, we're quiet today. Loading - 30 percent,

I'm sure I can handle calls

and you seem...

...in discord, to put it mildly.

I suggest you end your shift early

and formulate your speech better. Gather your thoughts.

And how will you collect thoughts?

I'll smoke.

And I thought we decided to quit.

No, I mean smoke.

Chic coat.

I'll go for a walk.

Outdoors.

Are you with me.

I listen and obey.

Crap. I forgot my flash drive.

Sean doesn't know he's black.

What makes you think he doesn't know?

I asked him directly.

Yes, but how did you ask him?

He doesn't know what a black film is.

And why did I decide what can I work?

Earl remind me to export latest podcast.

Frets. And what is it about?

Sean.

What are your favorite films?

John Wick, John Wick 2

"Paddington", "Paddington 2"

and "Are you afraid of the dark?".

Thank you.

See? "Black Panther" and does not smell.

He needs to see black in every sense of the film.

- Wiz! - White screenwriter.

What?!

- Nah, Quincy Jones script. - No, music.

- He wrote music. - Wiz and Bobby Caldwell?

- Crap. - White majority

pushed Quincy Jones,

and his work in this film remained unnoticed.

- What am I talking about! - Stop.

There is a 100% black film.

- Well? - Well?

"Meteor Man".

What what?

Judge, please.

Possibly the darkest film of all time.

Robert Townsend, superhero fantasy,

forerunner of Black Panther. Look, there hasn't been Blade yet.

There was no "Djinn called", there was no Bobby and Whitney.

Obama. I'm serious.

James Earl Jones, Cypress Hill.

Come on. "Man-Meteor", his mother.

- Best movie. - Say what you want, but my choice -

"Five hot hearts".

You know I love Eddie King!

It's too early for him to watch pseudobiographical films.

Pseudo?

Are you saying there was no such group?

Didn't OJ's hand fit into the glove?

I suggested "Steep Turns".

Jamaican. Type.

White screenwriter, white director.

Shut up!

Crap.

Do you want to make your life difficult? Make everything as hemorrhoids as possible,

swerve straight ahead? - Leave me alone.

Gotta lick.

Lick, like this.

Trim. And then turn using the palm of the other hand.

Are you all? Here.

- Yes. - Briefly speaking...

Like this.

In general, baby

it's full of holes.

It can't be smoked.

Or should I play this joint, how about the flute?

You play while you smoke.

Anything from P Diddy.

Quiet! Do not tell anybody!

Only I didn't tell you that.

Would you hear as he said "honey brown",

like he's the only one.

Let's say mom. But how did you phrase the question?

Am I in court? I know how to get the truth out of a child.

Sean, come here.

Look, three knuckles in one four to another.

And you put it like this. But you need to do it without stress,

like you've been all my life just busy with it.

This is black magic.

Its identity has nothing to do with how he holds his knuckles.

- Now my turn? - Yes.

I want it to have a foundation

from which to recede. - Clear. Look Sean

now i will tell you about the black base.

I am the chef's son but those spicy Cheetos are another matter.

It's in the blood.

Ugh! Sharp!

It's worse than I thought.

- Quiet, quiet. - Go drink some water.

- Spit it out. - Wow easy.

Look, he's mixed race.

He doesn't have that attitude. to black culture, like ours.

You're just too young. We are all mixed race.

But I do not want, so that he considers himself the best,

just because it's lighter. By the way, you didn't say "15".

- She blinked. - Well, write it down.

It's already late. Go.

Ma, he just has less black experience.

Stop what? What are you talking about?

Proportion of black experience depends on the foulness of life?

- No... - All blacks are different, but all are equal.

I'm about what Sean's experience is in this world

different, for example, from mine.

What then is "black experience"?

Stink sticks, crab figurines, plastic tablecloths?

- Didn't understand. - No offense.

You look. A little bit of spice and it broke.

Well, everything is alive on the floor!

- Crap! - Here! That's what the hell is!

Left the door wide open like you are white.

Who didn't close the door?

Sean, bunny, let's go home let's see a movie?

- Paddington 2? - What? No!

- Wait. We... - Can I have popcorn?

- Paddington? - Yes!

Do you remember when you went into labor?

and you said:

"Yeah, fuck it.

I don't want to give birth. I have changed my mind".

And I'm like this: "Baby, well, like, it won't work anymore,

head appeared.

I can actually see the little one's head!"

Yah...

When Sean was born, it got better.

Yes. I'm not saying it will be easy but it just so happened

and it will get better.

I still hear your mom call and yelling on the phone

that hospitals are evil

and what i really need give birth in the bath. What the hell, Rainey?

Well, she's a hippie.

And I also remember

you should have played me a song so that I don't freak out. Which one, by the way?

- What? - I don't know...

Come on, you've been given one task!

I do not know! And it didn't work out!

I remember when I arrived at the hospital

and sat in a wheelchair.

And there was a dude who got hurt.

He was just pulled out of the ambulance. He yells, I yell too

and I think like this:

Damn, which one of us is in pain right now?

Along the way, me.

Well, he did not roll scandals.

The father leaned in.

Damn.

- Yes. - Yes.

Well, I ruined it.

He didn't mess with us that day.

You were so cool back then.

Just...

...power!

- I don't know anyone better than you. - I gave birth.

I couldn't. I would give it back.

You became a dad.

- Yes. - Did you cry.

I cried. Sobbed.

Like...

I didn't have a father

and suddenly I am him.

Yes. Then you said so.

And my mother came.

Yes.

Said he looked like her father.

Sean was only a year old when she...

It was tin.

Real tin.

Yes.

End of the pre-Shoon era.

pre-Shoon era.

Times before Sean.

Time before the baby!

Crap. Now he walks

and says

and asking questions

and knows so much.

I want it to be like before.

Go hang out on New Year's Eve.

Dress nicely. And that you dress well.

That day has come, Ash.

What will we tell our son?

Just being black is an experience.

And the boy has less experience that's all.

Not less.

- It's a different experience. - Yes. I said so.

And some blacks

more privileges than others. - Black privileges?

How is that in general?

No, I understand Janelle.

Proximity to Eurocentric privileges.

- Yes. - Sean, what exactly?

did Nancy's mom tell you? Don't ask him, he's confused.

He wants answers, not questions.

Yes mom, but maybe did you phrase it weird?

In terms of?

Listen, what are you driving?

Sean is local.

He's black, okay?

Not half black.

There are many shades of black.

He's from the west. His dad is in jail.

He's like, in our trend.

Well, I don't know how our trend here in the topic.

- Yes. - It's different. These are circumstances.

And identity does not depend from circumstances.

But some circumstances pure black.

- Yes. - Tochnyak, tochnyak.

Long story short, nigga who grew up with a bubble in Piedmont

and went to private school also black,

but not as black as us. He can't play spades

can't play dominoes, and... - Stop, stop,

I can't play either in "Spades" and in dominoes.

- I tried. - What? Really?

Yeah, I can't play Spades, Earl.

But she's talking about something else it's about life in the area,

but this is altogether different.

Wait, you mean to say that life in the area has nothing to do with it?

Like you don't decide how black is a person

depending on the region? Yah!

And this is interesting.

Yes, I messed up with the conclusions,

because you can't play spades.

Lord, the main thing is

how others see blacks, well!

Yes, I know what you mean. But I want to say

that black is black

yeah? - Yes, let's say.

Yes. And then your upbringing and environment

makes you more or less black.

Nonsense. I'm black as hell.

I'm official, real certified...

Long story short, I'm black in DMV.

- Yes Yes. - Do you understand?

And I'm from the east, but from that part which is richer.

Are you cutting? My parents are fine. Love each other.

They even have money set aside for retirement.

Daddy drives a Mercedes. Am I less black?

Yeah, man, but you did time for drugs.

- And now I'm black? - Well...

Post-jail black, like?

No, I mean...

No what you say this is ultimately bullshit.

You know?

You are generally brighter than me,

you have no right to decide and tell me if I'm black or not.

How do you like that?

Well, Nancy is lighter too.

She has a white grandmother.

And what, she's not black now?

- Yes, stop. Well, isn't she black?

So, are you taking care of your grandmother now?

My mother is from the old lighter blacks.

- Quite another matter. - Yeah, that's enough. Dot.

First, I'm not old.

No, it's all logical. 40 years ago it would have been better

but Nancy is still out of the category Rosa Parks.

And you are the light one from 2018.

Like, from the Dodge Cat category.

Crap.

- How old do you think I am? - Answer honestly?

- Yes, a second! - Stop-stop-stop-stop.

Do I really look like Doju Cat?

Fuck. Fuck.

Here, that's what I'm talking about.

When we were small, everyone said

Ashley is pretty, right? Everyone said

she has gorgeous hair. They wanted to know what else was in her blood.

Everyone was showing off because they are half-breeds.

"And do you know, I have Indian blood."

"And I'm actually almost Filipino."

And so I am, I stand with my afrobufs,

and everyone around looks like you

and say what I need straighten your fucking hair.

So let's slow down for a second,

my educated young friends,

because i was black a very long time.

Well, not that long.

But longer than all of you. And I came here

when you were not in the project yet and when Auckland was still

the same place where black people

any black people

fled the southern states.

It was a black city.

It was built by the Black Panthers.

And then the FBI turned him to crack town.

Then because of the red line we couldn't buy houses here,

and now we are out of here new white loot

and white loot of the past generation, like we didn't even exist.

So this is our conversation - already a black privilege.

And I love it.

Keep talking.

By the way, for nothing. And I'm late for a date with a Chinese,

that's where the progress is.

All good luck.

And show Sean "Visa"

and "Five hot hearts", ducks.

- Bye. - Crap.

No, stop, stop, really. One more question.

Just one question.

- Well? - What?

Do I really look like Doju Cat?

Damn, you got it.

- I can't tell him the truth. - Nope.

He will hate you for that you are not.

And you're already mad at me for What's happened.

I think about it all the time.

You probably...

You must be so mad, right?

Maybe you hate me.

Maybe.

But like I always say

I am a grown man. And I decide everything myself, I'm so used to it.

- So that. - Well...

I hope this philosophy of yours doesn't let you down.

And maybe you're afraid too tell Sean

and therefore do not insist too much to see him.

- May be. - Yes.

Yeah, maybe you shouldn't tell him. - Well!

“Fathers leave all the time. - Well, yes.

And nothing.

My father is gone. Fuck, I'm fine.

Yes, we'll tell him when I'm out. So let's do it.

Great plan.

You didn't have to say that.

I was afraid that you would think...

Bring me my son, traitor!

Yes. That's better.

- Continue. - OK.

If I had stayed free

you wouldn't have to doubt in my devotion.

Notes! You miss meetings

don't bring my son

and don't even tell him where I am, fuck!

Don't you dare doubt me!

- You know I'm not like that. - You and I have a son!

We understood each other! We decided what will we do together!

We decided so!

And we decided - no matter what happens, we will overcome everything

the main thing is to be together! - I know!

I'm not going anywhere! But it's like a fucking tornado!

I need to breathe gotta figure it all out!

It's hard to love a ghost!

I'm not dead, Ash.

But you're not around.

You are in the cell at the Oakland County Jail,

and I'm at the top of the mountain

and yell at myself

because you did me a favor.

Here it is.

Here it is.

Guilt.

Because I was silent.

You don't owe me anything, honey.

Nothing.

Well, of course you would say so.

DRIVE OR DIE E M

Wow.

I forgot how beautiful Auckland is.

You say that every time.

Do you know what I love the most?

But how.

When the fog falls in the morning

and envelops the whole city.

It happens every night.

The most reliable what is in this city.

The fog won't let you down.

I love fog.

Others love the sun but I think,

sort of fog...

... more interesting.

More difficult.

Well, here it is.

He, too, must love the mist.

In my life.

Understand what it is in people.

That he is in us too.

I wouldn't do it.

Maybe not worth it talking to our son...

... about dad?

Does it have to be today?

I'm not here at all

so it's up to you

but the fact that I'm still here, tells us two things.

First -

You know, that I should have told him a long time ago.

So like this.

And the second?

You crave me

Can't stop thinking about me.

- That's how? - More like you want.

And I understand.

I'm a treasure.

I'm in jail but whatever you think

I'm here.

Because you want me. You lust.

I just miss.

That's all.

You are my other half.

Ash?

Yes?

Why am I dressed like Gatsby?

Don't know.

But why not?

OK.

Yes.

Guys when it comes before wedding planning

you and your fiancee will surely have to make compromises with each other.

But as for the engagement ring, Here the girl is in charge.

- Hi all... - Hey, come on, sit down.

We show Sean "Visa".

Sean saw him. He said he didn't see.

Sean, remember that movie with Michael Jackson?

- "In life lightly." - Here!

He does not know, what is the white "Wizard of Oz".

Damn, you know what... I think it's all because

like mom asked. Hence the confusion.

- How... - That's how it was.

She said "coloured".

No I think you decided to mock me.

No! You know mom.

- It's all her. - OK.

It's time to take you home.

We need to talk about dad.

Oh damn. OK.

Well, if anything is needed, we are there, are you aware?

Thank you.

- Ready? - Yes.

- Bye, little one. - Come on, dude.

- She said... - Shut up. That's just...

Hey.

It's time to sleep. Brush your teeth.

Right into bed! I'll get up now.

A PRISONER

Hey. Come on, lie down.

Everything is fine?

Yes.

I want to talk to you about dad.

Sean, your dad until he gets home.

Why?

Your dad...

Your dad...

He was sent...

...to jail.

Do you remember what it is?

Your uncle was there.

Well, now dad is there too.

He didn't want it to be like this. and he loves you, and...

...you can see each other once a week.

But for a while he will have to be there.

Why is he in prison?

What did he do?

It's complicated here, son. He...

...wanted to do the right thing

but the time was not right.

- But he's a good man. How long will he be there?

- Five years. - But it's taking so long, Mom!

- He'll miss my birthday! - I know. I know I know.

But we will go to him,

and he will call.

And we will remember him.

Until he returns.

I miss.

I know.

I miss you too.

But I love you.

Do you want to read?

Super.

"The Day Daddy Went to Jail"

"This is my "before" drawing.

"Before" is before when dad went to jail.

Dad and I didn't catch anything.

But we had a lot of fun.

Daddy calls me Mazilka because I love to draw.

Miss Sanchez, school psychologist,

says the drawings help me Express feelings.

I guess I have a lot of feelings.

That evening was different...

Hey, did you even watch... - Crap!

- What the hell? Have you ever watched Paddington 2?

- What? - It's about a bear,

who lived in the white area, and they set the cops on him

they put him in And then he became a chef!

This...

I'm Paddington!

This is a fucking black movie!

Sean is small honey brown genius!

I am going to sleep.

Have you seen my notebook?

You put it there.

Thank you.

Do not forget

export something there somewhere there. You asked me to remind you.

Oh yes, exactly.

Of course I forgot. Thank you.

Yes, yes, for nothing.

Crap! I hate making marmalade too!

This...

Marmalade is the worst!