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(Gemma): Come on in, girlie.

Just take a seat.

(sighs)

It is so wild seeing you.

How have you been?

- Well, um, I got an email saying that my diploma's

been put on hold. - I thought we were in the same year.

How are you just graduating now? Did you do a masters or...

- I switched my program a couple times before I finally settled on marketing.

- Oh. Seven years for an undergrad?

- I mean, I did graduate as valedictorian, so.

- Wow! Yas, queen.

We love a redemption arc!

Oh, my God. Did you know Sarah?

She's like, this huge social justice influencer now.

And it's really funny 'cause it all started

when her and I went on this mission trip to Africa.

It was through my church, but it wasn't churchy like that.

(echoing): Oh, my God, Bria,

it was so inspiring to be in the motherland.

(muffled): So we said we were gonna start this like,

Instagram account to share our journey,

but then when we got back, I got food poisoning like, right away,

so I had to miss our first official meeting,

so she just went ahead and started the whole thing without me.

(clear voice): It was the first time in my life

I truly felt like... a minority.

- Oh.

Okay, everyone, let's do this for real!

And action!

- There's a grave national crisis.

Are you aware?

Hi. Black Attack here.

With recent inflation and the downturn in the economy,

fewer and fewer white people ages 18 to 30

have been able to find the financial means

to take a journey like Gemma's.

(sighs)

Look at that face.

So blissful. So ignorant.

Almost as if she has no idea how useless an unfinished house

is for a community like this.

For only $4 a day, you too can help send a young white woman

to Africa to experience what it's like to be a minority.

- Cut! (laughs)

Anyways, uh, this email?

- Oh yeah, right, sorry.

Um... okay.

So, it looks like you still owe the school $843

before you can technically get your diploma.

- Wait, what, for what?

- Um... uh, mostly miscellaneous purchases.

- Okay. - $800 at the campus Timmies.

- Those iced capps did have me in a chokehold.

- Huh. - Okay, so um,

that can't just be added to my student loan balance?

- No. So, these charges come directly from the school to me.

- Mm-hmm. - And it's my job to get you

to settle that balance before you leave my office today.

(clicks tongue) - We need to go harder

for the reparations conversation.

One sec. Hmm.

(phone clicks)

(numbers beeping)

So, I-I really have to pay today, huh?

I can't just get an extension or something? (chuckles)

Or I mean, what would happen... if you deleted it?

(tense music)

(both fake laugh)

- Uh, girl. - Yeah.

- The ally in me wishes! - Mm-hmm.

- Trust. - Hmm.

- But unfortunately, Bria, that's really not something

that I could even begin to consider.

- Oh, my God, Gemma!

Girly babes, I was just kidding.

(laughing) - Oh, my God!

- Don't worry. You know,

I didn't think you'd actually do it.

(chuckling) - Okay.

- That's some like, next-level radical allyship,

and you know, you're just on the beginning of your journey,

and that's okay. I mean, we do need radical action

to combat racism in this capitalist society,

but entry-level allyship matters, too.

- Entry level.

- Anyway, so I can't get an extension, at least?

- Y-you could but... well...

- Well?

- Well, I mean, you're right. - Hmm.

- I could just delete it.

People leave these balances outstanding for like, decades.

And it's not like the school needs the money.

University should be free anyway.

Especially for marginalized folks.

So, you know what? Yeah. Okay!

I will just delete it.

Be the change you wish to see.

Am I right? - Uh.

- You ballsy bitch! You're a fucking genius!

(Bria chuckles) 'Cause even the Bible says,

"Ask and you shall what?" (both): Receive!

(chuckling) - And... done!

$843 in reparations coming right up.

Ha! Wow. That felt great.

- Let the church say "amen"!

Good job! Acre by acre, we gon' get that mule.

(chuckles)

Wow. Wow, Gemma, thank you. I really appreciate it.

- I am so happy

to help you, girl. - Hmm.

- Oh, and if you haven't already,

I would totally start applying for jobs, like ASAP.

- Mm-hmm. - Companies are really looking

to diversify with people of colour.

Especially Black women. Can I say that?

I can say that. It's true. Especially in marketing.

Everyone's trying to avoid their own black square backlash. Ha.

- You were so close, bitch. So close. I almost liked you.

(sucks teeth) Yo, you give 'em an inch,

they take a mile. Wrap it up.

- All right, I gotta go!

- Oh! Of course!

- Yeah. - Go slay, girl!

Oh, and BTDUBS,

I have full access to the alumni job bank.

Right here. So, if you need help

on your job hunt, just hit me up.

- Yeah. Hmm. - Or if you wanted to like,

grab a drink or something, I'd be totally down.

- 'K. - Bye, queen!

(laidback funky music)

(birdsong)

(Black Attack): Ah, I missed the smell of the suburbs.

(car doors closing) Okay, let's run the mom speech.

(Bria): I don't want to. - Uh, ya need to run it

from the top. - Okay, but I don't want to.

- But you know she's gonna ask! Okay? Exactly.

Come on, baby girl, hit me with the thesis.

Let's go. - Okay, okay, okay.

All right, all right. I don't know how to put it exactly.

- That's okay. - 'K?

- Figure it out. - But um, all right,

what if my mom ran so that I could walk?

- Huh... - Right?

With kinda like this unspoken rule

for every immigrant kid to pass a baton

from those that were here before them.

And then, we're like, "Hell with it."

- But what if it wasn't? - Right!

Everybody's on this "follow your dreams" type shit, right?

But it's like, how are you supposed to follow your dreams

if you don't have time to dream them up?

- Yes! Oh, my God! Facts! Yes!

- So, it's like, why rush into some random job

that I don't even know

I would like? - Why?!

- Girl, I'm burnt the fuck out. - Yes.

- Okay, so I think the best play for me right now

is to work smarter, not harder. - Yes.

- I don't even mind if I go broke for a little bit.

- You already are. - Okay, but as long as I'm home

trying to figure out exactly what I actually wanna do...

- Yes! - My mom told me

she would never charge me rent! Right?

- Right! Pow! - Ah, ah, ah, ah!

It would take six months. - What?

- A year! - Stop!

- Rest, recharge, right? - Mm, mm, mm.

- Re-enter the world with purpose and passion!

- Right! Okay, so why don't you just say that?

- Girl, I can't just tell my Black, Jamaican,

self-made mother that her top performing,

university graduate daughter, who graduated as valedictorian.

- Yes, you did. - Wants to what,

microdose retirement now?

- Oh, micro... Okay, I like that.

Okay, listen. All I'm saying is you are not asking for a lot.

You're not. It's nothin'. - Right, right.

I mean, it's just a little break, right?

- A brain vacation.

- An emotional nap, if you will.

- Yes! Okay! - Right? Yeah.

- Now you are thinking. - Okay, yeah.

- Okay, so now, it's all about the timing.

- Right, right, right. - So, you wanna hit her

before her nightly mint tea, but after...

- After she's watched "Family Feud"!

All right! - You know she loves Steve Harvey.

- You're locked in.

Yo, my mom is always chill after "Family Feud".

Cup a tea, ah, she's good to go.

(romantic music)

(lotion squelches)

(sucks lips)

(chuckling)

- Uh...

Are you nervous?

- Okay, babe, a little bit, yes.

Yeah. I just want Bria to really like me, you know?

To like, have a relationship.

You know, I've been living here for a while now,

but it's not like she's home a lot.

- Well, it's going to be fine.

- Every time I talk to her, it's awkward.

Very awkward.

Remember that Christmas when we first met?

(thumbs tapping on phone)

(♪ Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy ♪ plays)

- Feliz Navi... Oh! (Bria screams)

Feliz Navidad.

(laughs)

Babe, I thought we were not going to laugh at this anymore.

That's not funny.

- But I told you, Bria's very skittish.

You fe see her around Mr. Phung's puss.

I mean, the cat. She's afraid bad.

So, listen, do not overthink it. - Okay.

- I will talk to her tonight

when I give her the news! - Okay.

I just don't want her to associate me with bad news.

- Why would it be bad news?

Bria is a smart, on-the-ball kinda girl.

This is not gonna be some surprise to her.

- Hmm, okay. Let's just get this over with

before she gets home, okay? - Okay.

(chuckles) (Rodrigo growls)

- All right. Take time, take time.

- Are you ready? Vamo. - Ready.

(wax strip zips) (screaming)

Welcome home! - Welcome home!

- Oh, that did hurt, honey. Ha!

(Rodrigo): Welcome home.

- Hmm.

- You see, babe?

Awkward! - No, Bria moody.

(Bria): Yo, word!

Girl, not the fried permed ends. Damn.

(gentle knock on door)

(door opening) - All my graduating

independent ladies say, "Yea-ah!" Ba-ba-ba-ba.

Hey!

- Well, if it isn't little miss nasty!

So um, do I get a cut of that sex tape money

or do I have to pay for therapy myself?

- You love to make jokes eh?

So, glad to be done?

Ready to take the job market by storm?

- I don't know about storm, but yeah, no, I'm... glad to be done.

There's just a lot I need to figure out, though.

- Right. What dis, Bria?

Blunty... Cu...

- It's funny.

- Well, I'm excited for whatever is going to come ahead.

You know, that is the fun part, Bria, you know.

Going on the job hunt, move out on your own.

- Moving out? What do you mean move out? I'm not moving out.

- You're not? - Why would I be?

- Why wouldn't you be? - I literally just graduated.

- Yeah! As valedictorian!

A big tings that, Bria!

Yuh spend mussi 7 years for get that degree.

Mi dat ting say. Mi dat ting say

you da race like Shelly-Ann to get outta here.

- Oh! I mean, if you want me to move out I can always--

- No, no, no, no. You have a plan. Tell Mommy the plan.

- Just say it! Say it! Microdosing retirement.

- Have you watched "Family Feud" yet today?

- Hmm? - Huh?

- What? - Hmm?

Um... nothing.

You asked me about my plan.

(Marie): Mm-hmm. - Um... I dunno.

You know, I-I might take a break.

Uh... or do nothing for a bit.

- Do nothin', Bria? You can't sit down and do nothin', Bria.

All fall and winter you wanna sit down and do nothin'?

- Oh, you gonna get cussed out. Abort. Abort!

- You need fi strike a iron while it's hot, Bria.

Mi say hot, like ssss, hot.

I'm going to remind you 'bout one $76,000 loan

you owe the government for an education

that didn't even give you the ability for do your own a taxes.

Mi still a do them for you.

- No, you don't need to remind me. Love you.

Um, but you know, speaking of taxes.

- Mm-hmm. - Uh, did you get my text?

Yeah, yeah, you said that my return would be

deposited in my account in like three to five days,

but I shtill haven't got anything so.

- Oh, merciful Saviour. Bria, 3 to 5 business days.

Business. No Saturday, no Sunday.

Business days.

- Oh.

- Okay, bless. - No, Bria, no bless.

I no bless if you're gonna take your money spend it on online foolishness.

Look at the foolishness,

a whole room full of foolishness.

- Okay, bye, Mom. Love you! - Mm-hmm.

- Can you close the door on your way out?

- Which door? My door. You're not buying a door.

Hallelujah, help with it, Bria.

- Thank you!

(door clunks shut)

(upbeat music with Spanish lyrics plays)

(scissors snip)

(fingers snap)

(door opening)

- Okay, so she's still looking for an assistant.

That's amazing.

- Hey! Hey! - Hang on.

- Baby, did you tell her? - No.

Uh-huh. - What does that mean?

Hey, babe! - Yeah, I'm thinking

of recommending Bria to Sandra.

You think she'd hire her, right?

(lighter clicks, paper sizzles)

(phone buzzes)

(alerts chiming)

(call rings)

- Hey, Jackie-ackie-ackie!

- Ah! Brie cheese, wah gwan?

I miss you. How's everything since grad?

- Yo, girl, my mom immediately got on my ass about jobs,

and now my quarter-life sabbatical is over.

Any my burnout continues, but blasé, blasé.

Girl, how are you? I feel like I haven't spoken to you in forever.

- Oh, yeah. Sorry, I keep missing our weekly phone call, boo.

I'm trying to spend more time making content so I can finally fucking monetize my page.

- Wait, what happened with teaching?

- Oh, it's still happening. Don't worry.

The kids are outside on recess.

- I love how I asked how you're doing

and you tell me about your social media empire.

Bitch! How are you actually?

- Tired as fuck. But it is what it is.

- Yo, dead ass, I fucking miss you.

Bitch, when the fuck are you coming home?!

- When are you gonna visit me, bitch?

- And with what money will I be purchasing

this international flight with, may I ask?

- Hmm, why don't you ask your mom?

- Oh, right, yeah, so she can what,

remind me of the grand she lent me two years ago?

Bitch, you know immigrant math does not track with inflation.

(laughs)

(phone buzzes)

- Fuck, I thought I was on Wi-Fi.

Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

(alarm honking)

(phone clicks on)

(cash register chimes)

♪ Money, money, money ♪

(Bria squeals)

♪ Yeah, I love my money and my money loves me ♪

♪ All the coin in the bank make the livin' easy ♪

♪ Yeah, I love my money and my money loves me ♪

♪ More buck for the bang say cha-ching-ching, uh ♪

♪ Money loves me ♪

♪ Yeah, money loves me ♪

♪ Money, money, money ♪

♪ M-money, money, money, money ♪

♪ Money, money, money M-money, money, money ♪

(Marie): Bria, you up?

- Well, good morning, dear mother!

- Good morning, my daughter. I have some news.

- Okay, before you say anything,

I already planned the day out, okay.

I'm gonna do a little shopping,

pay some bills, and then I'm gonna apply to some jobs.

What is it? - I got you a job!

Ba-na-na-naaaa! - Wait, what, seriously?

- Well, it's an interview for a full-time job,

but it's basically yours. - Okay, uh, there's a lot

resting on "basically" there, Mom.

- My old co-worker, Sandra, is looking for a new assistant.

It's for an insurance firm,

so you have to interview for it.

She's gonna call you at 4:00.

(clicks tongue)

- Well, I uh...

- Listen, I know it was presumptuous of me,

but I know how daunting the job hunt can be.

And so, I just wanted to give yuh a likkle help.

- So, an assistant at an insurance firm?

- Yes. An assistant at an insurance firm.

What Bria, you're not excited

because it's not one of those "work from home" jobs?

- All right, fine, fine. - Fine, she says!

(chuckles)

(British accent): Thank you for your consideration,

Your Royal Highness, Bria. Lady, Bria.

Shall I bring you the tea and the crumpets?

- Very... very dramatic. You know, it's not my fault

you came to this country to give me options and opportunity!

Also, thank you!

♪ I love my money and my money loves me ♪

(card reader beeps)

♪ Money loves me ♪

♪ Yeah, money loves me ♪

♪ Money, money, money ♪

- Okay, with a payment of $276, you're all settled up.

- I'm sorry, uh... (chuckling)

How much of a payment? - $276.

(eyes fluttering)

- No, no, I'm... I said I wanted to pay my past due.

That's like 70 bucks.

- It's company policy to collect the full balance

due from delinquent customers.

- Oh. - It's not a good idea

to have outstanding payments.

It's not good for your credit score.

- So?

- Like, I said... - Like I said?!

Like I said? Are you dumb, bro?

- Girl! - Uh...

- I am in public.

(sighing) Okay?

- Hmm. - We gotta chill.

I got this. Shh. - Don't!

- Okay.

(exhales)

Hi! - Hi.

- David! (giggles)

- Yeah. - My current financial uh...

portfolio, if you will,

isn't quite where I need it to be.

Made some investments that didn't really pan out.

I mean, raise your hand if you've ever been personally

victimized by the GameStop squeeze of 2021.

Am I right? (laughs)

But that being said, I'm wondering

what we could do to uh, cancel this transaction?

- Yeah. - Unfortunately...

- Mm-hmm. - ...once a payment is made.

- Yeah. - ...it can't be reversed.

- Yo, let me clear this guy, please!

Buddy!

- Hmm. Can't be reversed.

You know, I'm actually curious

to know how that even went through?

Hmm, if memory serves me correctly um, as an anti-theft,

anti-fraud measure, you can't tap for more than $100.

- The regulations... - Uh-huh.

- ...were updated two years ago. - Okay.

- So, now stores set their own limit.

- Is there paperwork to support this?

- Look, I feel you.

- Oh yeah? - Very much.

- Oh, nice.

- Receipt?

(Black Attack pops in)

- I want my money!

(keyboard smashes)

Hey!

Hey.

Yo! Woosah! Woosah!

- Yo, I just fucking hate that.

- "Technically, company policy"

bureaucratic bullshit.

Yeah, I know, girl.

You basically just got robbed by a third-party mobile company.

- Right? Like, what the fuck, man!

- Yes, you know, your money's gone, but you know,

you did manage to get everything done.

Look! You even got your nails did!

Huh? What? Ah!

Okay, good news is we still have food to eat,

we got a place to sleep, and we got this little mac daddy we can schmokey, schmokey, ah?

You like? Let's just shake this shit off!

Let's shake it off!

(lighter clicks) - Yo, shit, wait, hold up.

- Hmm. - I got an interview at 4:00.

What time is it? (phone clicks on)

All right, I'm blessed. Yeah. - You blessed, okay.

(Bria snoring)

(phone buzzing)

(phone clicks on)

- Hello? (Sandra): Bria?

This is Sandra. I've been calling since 4:00.

I almost gave up, but I'm so glad that I got you.

I don't have much time and Marie says you're fantastic, so the job is yours.

I have a flight in the morning,

but I can't pick up my dry cleaning before then.

Can you do it tonight? - Uh, tonight?

(continues indistinctly) - Bitch, it's already 6:30.

And do you really wanna work for a lady who thinks

you can clean clothes dry? Heh, drop the call.

(Sandra): Queen and Jarvis. I hope it's that one. Anyway...

- Uh, Sandra, you're actually break...

You're break... - Bria!

- Eh... - Bria, are you there?

- Eh... - Hello?

- Yo. (chuckling)

- That was pretty fucking good, right?

- Yeah, it was great. - Eh-eh-eh.

(laughing) That was pretty good, right?

- You're slimy!

(Marie): Bria? - Yeah, Mom?

Fuck!

Hello, Mother.

- You never hear mi a call yuh?

- Ooh! Plantains.

(plantain crunches)

(upbeat Latin music)

Wait, what's with the shirts?

- Well, my dear daughter, I... I mean, we have some news.

(laughing)

We are selling the house and moving to Florida

to live beside Auntie Sophie!

(Rodrigo laughs) - Florida?!

- In six weeks! - Six weeks?!

- Yeah! Uh, I know, unexpected,

but a good kinda unexpected, right?

I mean, you've always known I wanted to retire at 50,

and uh, when this house became available,

I said to myself, "Self, why not?"

I'm headed to Florida tomorrow to close on the new place

and this house is already listed.

But don't worry, we're gonna take a look at your finances

and confirm how much you can afford for rent.

And it's gonna be doable, because now,

you're working with Sandra. - Well, I hope you got

your raincoats ready 'cause we're looking at a stormy five days!

(Marie): And we're gonna have to get things in order.

Finish the drywall. Fix the sink.

- Yeah. - We started with a bright

and sunny morning, but don't get too comfy!

Hurricane Marie is gonna be a big one!

- Uh, Bria, where you going? - Um... I just need

to lay down, so. Huh.

- Well, viewing starts soon, Bria,

so I need you to clean that room.

And I mean, really clean it!

(continues yelling)

(thunderclap) (Black Attack): So, by now,

you're seeing the after effects of Hurricane Marie

as the heavy downpour heads our way!

So much for that quarter-life sabbatical!

No job, no money, and no home.

Forecast says we're fucked.

Oh!

(thunder crashes)

(laidback funky music)