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DR. GREENBERG:
When did this start?

NURSE JUDY:
Couple of weeks ago.

(Dr. Greenberg sighs)

Never a good sign when the
doctor ain't got no words.

It's just, um...

you deteriorated much faster
than I anticipated.

No shit.

Am I going blind?

Cytomegalovirus retinitis

typically causes
some loss of vision.

It's a viral infection

that causes
an inflammation of the retina.

(scoffs)

Story of my motherfucking life.

So...

...my prognosis is blindness?

Be honest with him.

For most patients with AIDS...

...this marks
the beginning of the end.

Uh-uh. No.

Nope. I'm not gonna let y'all
do this to me again.

You told me months ago
that I was gonna die, and yet...

....here I am,
well past my expiration date.

Living.

So I'm gonna continue
to do just that.

Live.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I would like
to put my clothes back on...

...so I can get back
to living my life.

("For All We Know" by Billy
Porter and Our Lady J playing)

¶ For all ¶

¶ We know... ¶

Whew.
You really threw down today.

(Pray Tell laughs)

Well, I had to do
something special

for the mother of the bride.

Oxtails,

rice and greens
is what you trying to do

to fatten me up for the wedding.

Is that what you trying to do?

Mm-hmm.

What is going on?

-A gift, too?
-Mm-hmm.

Open it.

Oh, my God.

A dress, bitch?

(laughs)

Ooh.

You really outdid yourself,
Pray.

This dress is beautiful.

Thank you.

It took me
twice as long to make,

but I had to get it right
for you.

And for me.

What you mean?

Well, when I came to New York,

it wasn't just because I was
running away from my demons...

back at home.

I had a dream, Blanca.

To launch my own fashion house.

Pray Couture...

...would storm the runways
of Paris and Milan.

-Not just the ballroom floor.
-Well...

I never feel more beautiful
than when I wear your creations.

When I was named
"Mother of the Year" in '88...

...you made that whole moment

a full-on fairy-tale fantasy
for me.

Your designs don't have to be

on some far-off runway
for them to matter.

You do know that, right?

Okay. So let this sickening gown
mark the new beginning

of the next era of Pray Couture.

Mm.

I wish it was.

It's just getting harder
and harder for me to work.

Well, it would be easier

if you took
them goddamn sunglasses off.

Oh, my God.

Pray.

I'm losing sight...

...in this eye.

It's the beginning of the end.

And I don't know how much

longer I have,
and I'm not telling anybody.

I can't do the tears

and the gloom and the doom.

(quietly):
Okay.

What can I do?

You've always been my heart.

And I need you
to now be my eyes.

I got you.

I started something.

And I need your help
to finish it.

A panel
for the AIDS Memorial Quilt.

Pray, I'm confused,
this is for people who are...

Dying.

I'm dying, Blanca.

You know one of Costas's last
wishes was to be memorialized

with a panel, and I...

just couldn't understand
why it was so important to him.

Until now.

It's about...

legacy.

Leaving something.

Just a little...

part of you behind.

You have your house
and the kids.

What else do I h-have...

-for folks to remember me by?
-Pray.

Your legacy permeates ballroom.

Hell, you are ballroom.

Oh, ain't nobody thinking
about me at a ball.

-They've all moved on.
-Hey.

They will remember you.

(crying)

Look, if-if you need

a project
for me and you to work on...

...we'll sew this damn quilt,

together, as a family.

(door opens)

(footfalls approach)

PRAY TELL:
The category is...

Live...

Work...

Pose!

¶ ¶

PAPI: The thing about baking
is that it's science.

You got to be perfect.

One more.

Boom!

No, man.

I just told you we got to...

We got to be exact, okay?

Be careful, Papa.

Now the eggs.

You know,
the first thing they teach you

in them fancy cooking schools
is how to crack an egg.

You got to do it with one hand,

and if you can't,
they give you the boot.

Can you do it, Papi?

Mm, we'll see.

Ah, pretty good.

-I could do it, too.
-Yeah?

Beto, come on, man.

What are you doing?

This not no jungle gym.

How many times
I got to tell you to be careful?

Now we're short two eggs.

I'm sorry.

Go sit down
and do your coloring. Okay?

Can I watch Nickelodeon?

You know the deal, man.

TV only when it's dark out.
Come here.

(grunts)

Now put your sweater on.

(knock on door)

Come in. It's open.

Yo, what up, Papi?

Or should I call you Daddy now?

Yo, you can call me
whatever you want, man.

You're saving my ass
coming over here.

I haven't had time
to go get nothin' for the crib.

Yo, Beto.

This is your Uncle Ricky.

He gonna be looking after you
for a little bit.

-What's up, little man?
-Hi.

He hasn't had breakfast yet,

but there's Eggos
in the freezer.

Make sure he don't go nowhere
near the windows,

'cause I haven't had time
to put the locks on 'em yet.

And, oh, watch his coloring

'cause he not staying
in the lines, bro.

Uh, aren't you just going to
the Key Foods and Duane Reade?

Yeah, so? Kids need structure.

It's nice to see how hard
you're trying at this, man.

And, of course,
nobody's surprised.

-How you been?
-I been good, man.

I'm back at Blanca's now
until I hit on the road again.

What?
You didn't tell me nothing.

One of Janet's dancers
hopped on another tour,

so they tapped your boy in.

-Hey.
-Ah, ah, ah, ah.

(laughs)

Yo, man,
I'm heading out in the spring.

That's what's up, man.

Yo, you said you were staying
at Blanca's. You seen Angel?

ANGEL:
The wedding is off.

So you gonna tell
all those girls

they can't have their moment
in their white dresses?

The amount of disappointment
you would cause.

Elektra would kill you
if you tried.

But I'm the one getting married.

Ain't I
the only one who matters?

It's my wedding.

If I want to cancel,
I should be able to.

Yeah, that's if you want to,
but you don't.

You still got your ring
on your finger.

(clatters)

Ooh.

I agreed to getting married,

not to be the mother
of some other woman's child.

What other kind of kid you want
to raise with him, Angel?

You're laying here,
having a pity party,

bitching about being
lucky enough to have a man

who wants to marry you
and have a family with you.

-A man with a job.
-Exactly.

One who loves you.

Look.

You do what you got to do

to get your mind right
about all of this.

PAPI:
You think she'll come around?

Probably, but you know
women crazy, man.

That's exactly why
I don't date 'em.

I hope she do, man.

I love her, but...

...if I got to do this
on my own, I will.

Bye, Beto.

Bye, Papi.

Yo, little dude.

You want to watch some cartoons?

("Baby-Baby-Baby" by TLC
playing)

Ooh, yeah.

¶ Now you want my love... ¶

Uh-uh, don't you call that boy.

You cancel this wedding,
you'll regret it

for the rest of your life.

I'm not calling Papi.

I'm calling my father.

I didn't know
y'all were still talking.

We never stopped.

Even when my mother died,
we never stopped talking.

Yeah.

You know, the money
I was making on the piers

helped both of us
to stay afloat.

So, you were sending money
back home,

even after he kicked you out?

He's my father.

He needed the money.

Every couple of months
we meet up,

and I give him a little cash,
but that's it.

I was just going to ask him

if he wanted to walk me
down the aisle.

But that ain't happening,
so I might as well cancel.

Uh-uh, uh-uh, don't cancel.

How many times
we get a chance to connect

with our blood relatives?

You maintain this relationship.

You still may
be walking down the aisle.

¶ I got so much love in me. ¶

(indistinct chatter)

(entry bell jingles)

(entry bell jingles)

MAN:
Carlos, let me get
a Black & Mild, too.

Damn, you fine as hell, Mami.

Oye, have some respect,
pendejo.

That's my kid.

My bad, Carlos.

Didn't know you had a daughter,
thought you had a son.

Mind your fucking business,
all right?

Hi, Papi.

I told you about coming here.

Oh, I wanted to see you.

To talk.

Pedro,

I'm heading out,
watch the register.

Come on. Let's go.

(sighs)
Ain't seen you
in almost two years.

You look different.

What do you mean?

No one would look at you
and know you was a boy.

But you look good.

I mean, all this makeup
and dress-up shit

would've still killed your
mother, God rest her soul.

I see some people
never change, huh?

(chuckles)

This ain't easy for me.

You understand how fucked it is

to see my son running around
in dresses?

That shit ain't normal.

You don't understand
how that shit reflects on me.

This...

...is why
it was almost two years.

Oh, whoa, hold up. Hold up.

You come all this way just to
give me some money and run out?

I came all this way hoping
that you changed, Pa.

I came all this way...

...to tell you that I'm engaged.

Was engaged.

And I was gonna ask if you
could walk me down the aisle.

But I realize asking you would
have been a mistake anyway.

Because you're still
the same person I ran away from

when Mami died.

Eat some food.

You need to get some meat
on them bones.

And I appreciate the help.

-So, you was gonna get married?
-Yeah.

-To a guy?
-(laughs)

Papi, why you sound
so surprised?

Well, I'm curious.

How would that work?

You know, with two dudes.

I'm a woman.

You can call yourself
whatever you want,

but correct me if I'm wrong,

your birth certificate
says you're male.

So, how does that make sense?

You're my father.

Your job isn't
to make sense of it.

I just need you to hold my hand.

And help me make it right.

I can't do that.

I ain't make the law.

You're never gonna see me,
are you?

I ain't trying to be an asshole.

Look, all I'm saying

is that a marriage between
two men ain't a real thing.

I'm trying to prepare you
for the real world.

I'm showing up for you
the best way I know how.

(sniffles)

You're right.

All these years...

I've been showing up for you...

...the best way that I know how.

Waiting for you...

to return the love
that I've been...

paying for.

And all this time,

I've overlooked the fact

that I already have that
love and support from a man.

And he's been showing up
for me this entire time.

And when he needed me most,
Pa...

I ran out on him.

I got to go.

Thank you...

...for helping me realize
my fuckup.

PAPI:
What are you doing?

BETO (laughing):
I don't know.

PAPI:
Oh, you got the giggles?

(Beto laughs)

PAPI:
Who gave you permission
to have the giggles?

BETO:
You can do it again.

PAPI:
You know about the '80s?

-Mm-mm.
-Mm-mm, no.

I figured you wouldn't.

So, in the '80s
the Mets were good,

but the Yankees sucked.

So I rode hard for the Mets.

Now the Yankees are good again,

and the Mets suck.

So we ride for the Yankees.

That's the thing
about being a New Yorker.

You got
all these different teams,

and you can always ride
with the winner.

You know what I'm saying?
You know what I'm saying.

You okay? What's up?

You're gonna be mad.

Sometimes you're gonna
have to tell me stuff

that might make me mad, but
you shouldn't be afraid of that.

Talk, papi.

I miss Mami.

Why would that make me mad?

Because when I talk about her,
I feel like I'm gonna cry.

So, cry.

You think men don't cry?

I seen Michael Jordan cry,
and he's the most manly of men.

And I cry sometimes
when I think about Angel.

Listen, in this life,

you're gonna see men
who think being a man

means wearing expensive jewelry,
driving crazy cars,

and whooping anybody ass
who look at 'em sideways,

but that ain't no man.

Don't get me wrong,
you got to be tough.

Protect yourself
and the people you love.

Sometimes
you gonna have to scrap,

and I'm gonna prepare you
for that, too.

But a real man

ain't afraid to love.

He ain't afraid to be hurt.

He ain't afraid to forgive.

A real man stays no matter what.

Okay, Papi?

That's my little man.

Yeah.

(Papi muttering happily)

(Beto laughing)

PAPI:
I got these little strawberries.

I know that's your favorite.

Now, eat your-- eat
your whatever you want to eat.

That's some really good advice
your father's giving you, Beto.

I'm so sorry to interrupt.

But I just had to meet you.

I'm Angel.

I'm your father's friend.

The one he was talking
to you about.

Beto, in this life...

...you gonna meet people

that you will love...

...who are really afraid

and who need a lot of patience.

And time.

And I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Will you forgive me?

Baby.

I am sprung on you.

I just need you to know

that if you choose all of this,
Beto and me...

...I got more than enough love
for everyone.

I know you do.

I know your heart
is big enough to hold all of us.

(sniffles)

I love you so much.

-I'm so sorry.
-It's okay.

So, we back on?

Only if Beto will have me.

PAPI:
What you think, little man?

You want some pancakes?

That's, that's,
that's what I'm...

Look at you.

That's a gentleman right there.

You can't even teach that.

You want syrup?

And the syrup, I'm telling you.

-You want some bacon?
-Uh, yes, please.

¶ ¶

ANGEL: I keep having
the same nightmare,

night after night.

I'm with Papi,

applying for
our marriage license,

and the lady
at the county clerk's office

clocks that there's an "M"
and not an "F" on my passport.

WOMAN:
Who do you think you're fooling?

Excuse me?

You're trying to commit fraud.

I'm a woman.

You're a fraud!

CROWD (chanting):
Fraud. Fraud. Fraud.

-Fraud. Fraud.
-No.

-Fraud. Fraud. Fraud.
-Stop it.

Stop it!

No!

Stop!

Fraud. Fraud. Fraud.

No!

I've held it off
for as long as I can,

and now the wedding
is a week away,

and we have to get
the certificate

or else our marriage is
not even gonna be legal.

And you know
I don't do paperwork.

So thank God
Papi filled everything out,

because I would've got
nothing done.

Who cares if it's legal?

We make our own rules.

You and Papi do not need
the city's approval

to prove your love is real.

Your wedding is meant
for you and your man

to make that commitment
in front of those that you love.

And that's it.

You do got a good point.

That's the dumbest shit
I've ever heard.

Sure, your love is real,

but so is your
extravagant floral arrangement,

your one-of-a-kind,
custom wedding gown,

your army of bridesmaids.

Oh, and, let's not forget,
your historic venue.

Thank you very much.

None of these things
are for show or symbolism.

You need to do
everything you can

to make sure that your marriage
is as real as the cold-hard cash

I put down to pay for it.

I will not settle for some
bullshit commitment ceremony.

Hold on. It is nothing wrong
with a commitment ceremony

when it's
the only choice you got.

That is absolutely fine
for our dear homo friends.

I have been to my fair share
of those ceremonies

in sad little community gardens.

But that will not do
for our pathfinder Angel.

Her marriage must be recognized.

ANGEL:
So, how we gonna pull this off?

-What are we supposed to do?
-Yeah.

You got some high-paid lawyers,
mother dear?

I have something better.

-BLANCA: What?
-LULU: What?

The mob.

-Oh, who now?
-Oh, yeah.

Surely they can doctor up
a photo ID

with a pretty little "F" on it.

Oh, my God, Ma.
That would be perfect.

No. No, it's not.

You gonna start off
your whole marriage with a lie?

Ay, Ma, you know that's not what
we're trying to say. Come on.

When you walk into
that city clerk's office

and you fill out
that application,

you're signing a sworn statement

attesting the validity
of your marriage.

If you go in there
with doctored documents,

you're putting your entire
marriage in jeopardy.

(quietly):
Fuck.

What am I supposed to do?

Girl.

Live your truth.

As you always have.

You walk in there
with your head held high

and submit the paperwork
with your legal documents.

And trust me...

ain't no court gonna worry
about that little "M"

on your passport
anyway when they see you.

All they're gonna see
is a beautiful woman

standing next to a man
who loves her.

I don't know, Ma.

I hate to admit it,

but Mother Teresa
over here is right.

That's right, girl. I mean...

they don't look at your ID
to see that you're a woman.

They're going off
of what they see.

And, baby girl,

-you pass with the best of us.
-Mm-hmm.

And your name was always Angel
anyway, so you're bulletproof.

-Damn skippy.
-Mm-hmm.

All right. Fuck it.

I ain't got shit
to hide anymore.

Now eat some of this cake
and get thick for your man.

'Cause I ain't losing
this deposit, y'all.

Oh, we can't sit
the Khans next to Pendavis.

-Don't Kiki and Lemar got beef?
-Oh, my goodness.

-Why didn't I think about that?
-Yeah.

That's a good point.

Maybe we could switch it with
Xania, 'cause Xania and Andre,

they're always kiki-ing.

Oh, and, perfect,
Kiki gets to kiki with Lulu.

And you know the other way is
gonna be a lot of... (meows)

(simulates cat hissing)

Tomorrow we got to go to the
city clerk's office downtown.

Yeah?

We gonna walk up in there.

We gonna get our license.

And that's it,
we just gonna be ourselves.

That's what's up, baby.

We got nothing to be ashamed of.

You're right. We don't.

Ooh, I got to dip.

-Where you going?
-My final fitting.

Well, wh-who-who's watching him?

You.

Papi, I ca-- You can't do that.

I ain't never been alone
with no kid before.

Baby, baby. You're so cute
when you're nervous.

Look at him, he's just a kid.
Ain't nothing to worry about.

-Bye, Beto.
-Bye, Papi.

(door opens)

(door closes)

(sighs)

You want some water?

Beto, please. No.

-I want my Papi. I want my Papi.
-Bet...

Beto! He's coming.

Please, I promise. Come on.

I want my Papi, I want my...

Bet...

-Beto, stop running.
-(doorbell rings)

Finally.

Stop it, stop it.

-(toys crashing)
-Beto, enough!

-I can't do this.
-What?

I-I'm way out of my league here.

BETO:
I want my Papi. I want my Papi.

Save me from him.

Girl, he's a child.

I think there's
something wrong with this one.

I think, maybe,

he got some psychological issues
or some-- or something.

From losing his mother.

Oh, girl, ain't nothing
wrong with this boy.

Hey, little man.

-I'm Blanca.
-Hi, Blanca.

It's nice to meet you.

Come here.
I got something to show you.

So, I thought of you today...

when I saw this.

Uh-huh.

Angel told me that you like
the Power Rangers,

and that you watch it
every time it's on.

Is that true?

-Yeah.
-Oh.

Well, that's
my favorite show, too.

Who's your favorite Ranger?

The Black Ranger's the best.

His name is Zack, and I can do
all his karate moves.

Oh, really? Is that right?

Well, here, how about this?

You take this to the bathroom,

and you come back
and show us your moves.

Sounds like a plan.
Pinky swear, though.

All right, give me a high five.

All right, here you go.

Girl, you must got some voodoo
or something,

'cause that boy ain't never
listened to me like that.

It ain't magic, girl.

It's parenting, and it takes
patience and practice.

Well, I must not be cut out
to be no kid's parent then.

Th-That's not true.

You're going to be
a great mother.

Hey, remember back when
we first moved into Evangelista?

What did I tell you?

That if I won trophies
for the house,

I wouldn't have to clean it.

Girl, no.

I told you,
you was gonna be my heir.

That you was gonna have
your own house someday.

Raise your own kids.

Well, y'all outdid my prophecy.

Never did I imagine
that you and Papi

would have a baby.

One that you could raise

the way you're supposed to.

That boy is precious,
and he is yours.

I'm scared.

I don't want to fuck this up.

You know, I ain't never had
nobody look out for me

until I met you and Elektra.

My own father's
not coming to my wedding.

Look.

I'm sorry your parents
didn't see what a gift you are.

Despite them all...

...you're here.

And you've been given
so many gifts.

Papi and Beto.

He's lucky
to have you as his mother.

You think so?

My word is bond.

It's Morphin Time!

Ooh. Oh, cartwheel, too.
Okay. Come out here.

-Boom. Boom. Boom.
-Oh. Oh.

-Ooh, a punch. A punch.
-Ooh, oh.

-He came ready.
-(shouts)

Aah!

(door opens and closes)

Who gave
your fine ass permission

to look this good while working?

Hi, baby.

What's up, babe?

Give me a kiss.

Mmm.

-Babe.
-Hmm?

Where is your suit at?

You was supposed
to pick one up for the wedding.

I thought it was called off.

No, I told you it was back on.

Oh.

You think I'm stupid, huh?

I know you high, Jerome.

I ain't doing this
with you today.

Where you going?

I don't want to hear you
bitching and complaining.

Baby, come on, w-wait a minute.

Look at all of this.

Elektra got this for us
to build a life.

I was good where I was at.

And I didn't ask for
no bougie-ass apartment neither.

No, no.

No.

You can't do that in here,
Jerome.

I made a commitment, all right?

I made a commitment
to stay clean.

And I promised myself
I was done with that shit.

I can't end up
lying next to Candy.

I love you.

I do.

But I got to start
loving me more.

-So it's like that?
-It's like that.

You either get clean,
or you got to go.

Fine.

(scoffs)

Aren't you forgetting something?

My keys.

-(keys hit floor)
-(scoffs)

Sorry ass.

¶ But if only
you could see them ¶

¶ You would know
from their faces ¶

¶ There were
kings and queens ¶

¶ Followed by
princes and princesses ¶

¶ There were future
power people ¶

¶ Throwing love
to the loveless ¶

¶ Shining a light ¶

¶ 'Cause they wanted it seen ¶

¶ Well, there were cries... ¶

-Let's just blend in.
-Let's do it.

¶ Of why not ¶

¶ Can I reach out for you ¶

¶ If that feels good to me? ¶

¶ And the riders
will not stop us ¶

¶ 'Cause the only love
they'll find ¶

¶ Is paradise ¶

¶ No, the riders
will not stop us ¶

¶ 'Cause the only love
they'll find ¶

¶ Is paradise ¶

¶ Paradise, yeah. ¶

WOMAN:
I can help you over here.

Hi, ma'am. How you doing?

Good.

We, um, need a marriage license.

Oh, well, you're gonna have
to fill an application first.

Oh, we filled it out already.

Mmm, I see y'all gonna make
my job real easy today,

-huh?
-That's the point, ma'am.

We've been engaged
for three years now

and we're ready
to make it official,

-if you know what I'm saying.
-I do.

Esteban,
you have identification?

Uh, yeah.

It's coming. Here you go.

Angel, your license.

Um, we brought her passport.

-Yeah.
-Mm-hmm.

Yeah, we was gonna
honeymoon in the DR

in one of them
resort-type places.

I ain't been since I was a boy.

You Dominican?

Claro que sí, mami.

¿Cómo que no soy dominicano?
Coño.

Ay, disculpa.

Yeah, we can't go just yet
'cause our son got preschool.

You know?

-Oh, a boy.
-Mm-hmm.

What a blessing. How old?

He's five.

He's, uh, named after his papi.
Take a look.

Look at this little cutie.

Pow. The fresh haircut.

Ay, que guapo.

Thank you.

We're gonna go to, um,
Disneyland in the summer.

Make our honeymoon
more like a family adventure.

Right, babe?

We love watching
Disney movies together,

as a family.

That sounds nice.

Oh.

I almost missed that.

Sign here, hon.

All right. You're set.

-Felicidades,
Mr. and Mrs. Martinez.
-Thank you.

ANGEL AND PAPI:
Thank you.

(laughs)

Thank you.

-We did it.
-Yeah.

We did it.

Ah!

-Be still.
-I'm sorry.

Jesus Christ.

Always moving and fidgeting.

-You losing weight?
-Yeah.

I'm determined to be the most
beautiful mother of the bride.

Well,
you don't have to work so hard.

You know...

I've been figuring out
how I was going to repay you.

You don't owe me anything.

Nah, I do.

What's this?

Since you came up with
the design for my gown...

...I decided to make one, too.

For the quilt.

It's perfect.

-I love you, Pray
-Oh, I love you, too.

So, is this...

What's that, a mirror ball?

Yeah, that's what it's called.

-I forgot.
-(laughs)

Well, we gonna need...

¶ They can come true... ¶

Look at this opulence.

Very old New York.

Girl, I don't care.
I wonder what's on the menu.

¶ You know you got
to have hope ¶

¶ You know
you got to be strong... ¶

Oh.

Girl, how much
you think Elektra paid for this?

Child, who knows?

Budget is not
in that bitch's vocabulary.

(laughs)

PRAY TELL:
There you are.

Come on.
We're going up to the suite.

Why pay down here,

when we can order
room service on Elektra?

The prices are so high,

they have to check themselves
into Betty Ford.

(laughs)

Pray, it's 2:00
in the afternoon.

What's with the shades?

Oh, fuck, Pray.

Uh-uh.

I refuse to allow
anything to distract

from the mountain of joy

that is about to tumble down
upon all of us.

I may need some help
getting down the aisle...

but nobody needs to know why.

You hear me?

No.

Don't you dare.

Today is about Angel and Papi.

Understood?

Yes, sir.

Good.

(sighs)

(sniffles)

What you got there, man?

My vows.

Why you stressing?

Angel's always bragging

on how you constantly
saying sweet stuff to her.

(laughs)
That's-that's my problem.

I got to take it
to another level.

These are my wedding vows.

The most important words
I'm ever gonna say to her.

You done raised the bar
too high for yourself.

Exactly.

Well... (sighs)

throw away the bar, then.

Think outside the box.
Try something new.

Surprise her.

RICKY:
Come on. Let's go upstairs, man.

Uh, not yet.

Um, three of your best whiskeys,

and a cranberry juice
for Mr. Sobriety over here.

Thank you.

Um...

I want to say something.

First, thank y'all
for putting y'all's shit aside

to be here together today,
'cause...

Oh, child, please.

We buried that hatchet long ago.

Life's too short.

-Amen.
-Amen.

PRAY TELL:
Amen and amen.

Second.

You'll notice today,
the groom's side is pretty thin.

Latinos talk a lot about

how important family is,

but only
if you color in the lines.

And...

the crowds I ran with
most my life

didn't create bonds that stick.

I never had men
that would stand for me.

Stand by me.

Until I met y'all.

Y'all gay, and the whole world
thinks you less of a man.

But...

...y'all taught me
what it means to be a man.

Y'all are real men.

'Cause you got to be tough

to love who you want

when the whole world tells you
something's wrong with you.

And...

there is no way
I could love Angel right

without y'all showing me the way
and accepting me.

I love y'all so much.

And thank you
for being my brothers.

Cheers.

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

Cheers.

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

All right.

Now I got some goodies for you.

Oh, shit.

I got some goodies for you.

Gimme.

-And I got some goodies...
-I can smell it from here.

Ooh, not for you,
'cause, you know...

-Mmm... I can.
-Ah...

You ain't supposed
to inhale anyway.

I puff 'em.

I love that.

(Lulu gasps)

Girl, you look sickening.

BLANCA:
Stunning, I tell you.
Just stunning.

Mm. One more coat
of gloss will do.

Come on, the shinier they are,
Papi gonna think she trying

to work the piers again
to pay y'all for this wedding.

LULU (laughs):
Exactly.

Now, our dear Angel.

There's a time-honored tradition
of gifting the bride

something borrowed,
something blue,

something old and something new.

May I have your arm, darling?

-Come with me.
-Yes.

They say these items
provide luck, prosperity,

and a lifetime of happiness.

So, each of us wanted
to present something to you.

I'll start.

(Blanca sighs)

-My mother's cookbook.
-(gasps)

It's your something old.

When I was a kid, I loved being
in the kitchen with Mami.

We connected over food
because food is love.

So please use the recipes
in this book as I have,

so that you can
nourish the belly

and soul of your husband,

your baby...

...and your loved ones.

I don't want to mess up
this makeup of yours

'cause it's gorgeous.

And now your something new.

Barneys?

What? Ma.

(gasps)

-Oh, my God.
-Feel that.

(gasps)

(Angel giggles)

When I left my mother's home,
I was penniless.

I had nothing more
than the clothes on my back.

I spent many cold winter nights,

just like this one,
on the piers.

I shivered,

dreaming of the life
I deserved to live.

Saving every dollar I made.

I had not one single piece
of furniture in my Harlem studio

when I sashayed into Barneys

and bought my first real fur.

A bone-white mink coat.

It kept me warm,

gave me comfort,

and reminded me that if I dared
to go after my dreams

and I worked hard,
in service of my desires,

I will never be poor.

Let this be a reminder to you

that you are deserving
of everything

the world has to offer.

I love you, sweetie.

I love you so much.

Thank you.

It's my turn.

Oh, my goodness.

-Angel.
-Yes.

You are fearless.

You are loyal,

and you are so wise
beyond your years.

When Candy died,

you pulled me through.

Always there with a helping hand

and a shoulder to cry on.

And when I started using,

you never judged me
or left my side.

No matter how messy I got.

You have shown me

the kind of life
I'm deserving of living

just by living yours.

I just want to thank you
for inspiring me

and for showing me the way, sis.

That's why I wanted this
to be your something borrowed.

I know it isn't much.

Lulu.

This is a one-month chip.

Yeah.

It's perfect.

I'm so proud of you.

(sniffles)

I know how hard
you worked for this.

Thank you.

My darling daughter,

I am so proud of you, too.

I love you, Lulu.

I love you, too, Mother.

Your something blue.

Whew, okay.

Candy.

(Mendelssohn's "Wedding March"
playing on piano)

¶ ¶

¶ ¶

That hammer...

...has seen a lifetime, child.

The stories it could tell.

The rough trade it's bashed.

Let this be a reminder...

...that a real woman...

...protects her own with
every ounce of fight she's got.

I can't. I can't take this.

You can and you will.

'Cause you know those Dominicans
have smart mouths.

Lil Papi step out of line,

pop that motherfucker
in the kneecaps.

Show him who's
woman of the house.

Protect you...

and yours...

...and ours.

But it's not fair.

That I get to live...

my dreams.

Listen.

All this survivor's guilt

ain't gonna do nothing
but waste time.

So get over yourself

and go on and live.

Marry that man.

Raise that baby,

and do the absolute most...

...with the life you got.

Promise?

I promise.

(kiss)

I am so lucky

to be part of this sisterhood.

I love y'all.

OTHERS:
We love you, too.

Now, before you go out there...

Yeah.

Thank you.

Hand in hand, we ask
that you protect our Angel

and place a seal over her heart

as she becomes a wife
and a mother.

Guide her and Papi,
and bless their union.

May the family that they create
always be a place of safety.

May they never take each other
for granted.

And may the world
forever be better

because they chose
the pathway of love.

Amen.

ALL:
Amen.

-LULU: You ready, girl?
-I'm ready.

LULU AND BLANCA:
All right.

ELEKTRA:
You getting married!

(all cheering)

ALL:
You getting married!

-I'm getting married.
-You getting married.

ALL (chanting):
You getting married.
You getting married.

(string quartet playing
"Save the Best for Last")

¶ ¶

¶ ¶

¶ ¶

¶ ¶

¶ ¶

(string quartet stops playing)

(string quartet playing
Wagner's "Bridal Chorus")

¶ ¶

¶ ¶

You look beautiful.

Thank you, Papi.

You may all be seated.

We are gathered here today

to celebrate the marriage

of Angel Vasquez

and Esteban Martinez.

To see them off unto
a courageous adventure together

to share life's joys and sorrows

and its many twists and turns.

You all have been
uniquely invited here

because you hold a special
meaning in their lives.

You will be the ones who,

when they are going through
times of struggle,

will remind them of this day,

of what you witnessed,

of the bond
you watched be solidified.

This ceremony
is not only about them.

It's about us.

Your presence
is your commitment to them.

So I ask you to declare

your intent to be bound to them

and show up
when they need you most.

My question is...

Will you?

ALL:
Yes.

-Somebody say "Amen."
-OTHERS: Amen.

-Yes.
-(laughter)

Amen and amen.

Now,

mindful of these declarations,

Angel and Papi
have written their own vows

that they will
share with you now.

It's been a journey to get here.

And, baby, I wouldn't
have made it without you.

I fucked up a lot.

And you never went nowhere

no matter how much
I dared you to leave.

I am the best version of myself

only because I want to be
the partner you deserve.

You've given me a sense of peace
that I have never known.

You are my best friend,

my biggest supporter,

my ride or die.

I stayed up a lot of nights...

...wondering
if I could marry you.

If-if I could be your wife.

Because I never had an example
of what true love looks like.

My mother and my father...

they didn't know
what they was doing.

They left me out there
all alone.

(crying)

And I had no one
for such a long time.

I'm-- I'm sad they're not
here today, but-but, baby,

look who is.

I always thought
I was doomed to fail,

but now I know
I am blessed and highly favored.

We both are

'cause we got about a...
a hundred examples

of unconditional, true love

right here in this room.

So today

I promise

to pick you up
when you are down

and to protect you
with my whole being

and to be the best mother
that I can to our baby,

as we grow our family.

And I promise to always know,

in the deepest part of me,
that you are a prize.

Grand prize, my love.

And because words cannot do it,

I promise to show you

for the rest of our lives
how much I love you.

(sniffles)

So, Esteban, with this ring,

I take you...

...as my one and only,

forsaking all others,

forever and ever.

PAPI:
Dear Angel.

Baby girl.

I'm sorry,
shorty looking good today.

(laughter)

-Ain't that right?
-Right.

(whooping)

(whistling)

I see the questions
in your eyes.

I know what's weighing
on your mind.

You can be sure I know my part

'cause I stand beside you
through the years.

You'll only cry
those happy tears,

and though I'll make mistakes,
I'll never break your heart.

Is this brother reciting
the lyrics to "I Swear"?

I don't...

I can't do this.

Papi.

Baby, what's the matter?

What... what do you mean?

You got this.

¶ And I swear ¶

Yeah, he is.

¶ By the moon and
the stars in the sky ¶

¶ I'll be there ¶

¶ And I swear ¶

¶ Like the shadow ¶

¶ That's by your side ¶

¶ I'll be there ¶

(string quartet playing along)

¶ For better or worse ¶

¶ Till death do us part ¶

¶ I'll love you
with every beat ¶

¶ Of my heart ¶

¶ I swear ¶

¶ I'll give you everything ¶

-¶ I can ¶
-¶ I can ¶

¶ I'll build your dreams ¶

-¶ With these two hands ¶
-¶ These two hands ¶

¶ We'll hang some memories ¶

-¶ On the walls ¶
-¶ On the walls ¶

-¶ And when ¶
-¶ And when ¶

-¶ Just the two of us ¶
-¶ Two of us ¶

-¶ Are there ¶
-¶ Are there ¶

¶ You won't have to ask ¶

¶ If I still care ¶

¶ 'Cause as the time
turns the page ¶

¶ My love won't age ¶

¶ At all ¶

¶ And I swear ¶

¶ By the moon and
the stars in the sky ¶

¶ I'll be there ¶

¶ And I swear ¶

¶ Like the shadow
that's by your side ¶

¶ I'll be there ¶

¶ For better or worse ¶

¶ Till death do us part ¶

¶ I'll love you ¶

¶ With every beat of my heart ¶

¶ I swear ¶

¶ ¶

Do your thing, Papi.

¶ And I swear ¶

¶ By the moon and the stars ¶

-¶ In the sky ¶
-¶ In the sky ¶

-¶ I'll be there ¶
-¶ I'll be there ¶

¶ And I swear ¶

¶ Like the shadow
that's by your side ¶

-¶ I'll be there ¶
-¶ I'll be there ¶

¶ For better or worse ¶

¶ Till death do us part ¶

¶ I'll love you ¶

¶ With every beat of my heart ¶

¶ I swear. ¶

(applause)

That's my boy!

With this ring...

...I take you...

(sniffles)

...as my wife,

forsaking all others

so's long as I live.

(crying)

PRAY TELL:
Well...

ain't nothing left to be said.

Go on and kiss, y'all!

(cheering and applause)

(Mendelssohn's "Wedding March"
playing)

PRAY TELL:
With the power vested in me,

I now pronounce you

husband and wife.

(both whoop)

(crowd cheering)

("Wedding March"
continues playing)

(whooping)

We're going to Disneyland!

PAPI:
Yay.

(car alarm chirps)

Wait, what the fuck?

You know I couldn't forget you,
Esteban.

Well, go on.

Y'all got your own
family journey to embark on.

I love y'all with all my heart.

ANGEL:
I love you, too.

-Bye, sis.
-Bye, little mama.

Bye, Mom. I love you.

(cheering)

(crowd continues cheering)

Buckled in?

(engine starts)

(cheering)

Bye!

("Wedding March" playing)

(crowd continues cheering)

(children shouting playfully)

BETO:
Mom, I did it.

(Angel whoops)

Look, watch this.

MAN:
Hey, man.

They yours?

Yeah. We're, uh, we're
honeymooning from New York.

Nice.

Those are mine.

(girl giggles)

Beautiful family.

Nothing better, right?

Ain't that the truth, baby.

Ain't that the truth.

Daddy, come on.

Have a good one.

Hey.

Daddy's coming, baby.

-How you doing?
-Good.

Oh, my goodness.

-You did this?
-Oh, my goodness.

Did this by yourself?

-Me and Mami did it.
-(Papi babbling)

Look, Papi.

It's-- that says
"Angel, Beto and Papi."

I saw that on the way in.

I'm proud of you.

(conversation continues
indistinctly)

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