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(birdsong)

- There you are.
Bria, get over here!

(laughing)
Bria!

Where are you going? Bria!

I am not at all surprised you
forgot about the open house.

- How many bathrooms are there?

- Two and a half.

- Thought it was
in the afternoon.

- No, Bria, I sent you
the reminder text

and you even replied
with that stupid gif art.

De rolly eye one.

No sah! No Bria!

Me never tell you to clean up
this room before today?!

And you have packed nothing!

We leave in two weeks, Bria,
two weeks to the day.

- First of all, I did clean up.

I mean, I-I tidied up.
I-I hid all my weed stuff.

- And what about these posters?

And the bed
is not even made.

You know what? I will handle it.

- No, no, no, no!
Don't-don't touch
anything, okay?

I-I know where everything is.

I don't need you
messing up my flow.

- Flow? You can flow
in this hog pen?!

- Okay. Just leave it.
I'll take care of it later.

- Later, she says.
Well, you better because I am
not reminding you again.

(chuckles)
Any questions, just let me know.

I'll be here until 4:00 p.m.
today, so let me know.

- Okay, thanks!

(door closes)

(♪)

(phone clicks on)

(Bria sighs)

- No reply
from Jackie yet, huh?

- No. Not yet.
(sighing)

Maybe because we both know
that apartment is way too
expensive, to be honest.

- Yeah, but damn girl,
we gotta find a place.

You heard your mom,
we got two weeks!

- No, I know!
- Yeah.

- But believe it or not,
I may just call Gemma.

- Oh, okay, so now you like
Becky with the good hair?

- Girl, you know white people
always know someone

who knows someone
who has a second house

they can rent for nothing.

Just because their cousins
know each other or some shit.

- Yeah, you're not wrong.
- Right.

- But... Gemma, again?
- I...

- We're really feeding into her
white saviour complex, no?

(phone rings)

Yo, that's some
Hocus Pocus shit. I'm out.

- Gemma, hey.
- Oh, my God, Bria, hi.

I just finished up
at the stables so I thought
I'd give you a ring.

I am so sorry it's taken me
so long to return your call.

- No, don't-don't apologize.
- I've just been dealing
with a lot recently.

I actually lost my job,
which was a super bummer.

- You have voided roughly
$16,000 worth of fees

for students that you deemed
to appear--

- BIPOC-y.
- ...BIPOC.

In an effort to be...
(both): A next level ally

and make good on overdue
reparations.

- Am I forgetting
anything?

- No.

But then I remembered,
I still have my savings,

I still have my boyfriend,

and we just bought
a super nice house together.

So, not all bad.
- Nice, nice.

Uh, not about
the job though, sorry.

- But now I'm super stressed
because I have to break my lease

so I'm trying to help
my landlord, Raoul,

find someone to take it over,
otherwise, I'm on the hook

for $1,600 a month.

And he's super picky about
finding the right tenant.

- Wait. Wait, wait, wait,
Gemma, Gemma, hold on.

I-I think I may be able
to help us both.

I'm actually looking for
a place with two bedrooms, too.

- Oh, my God, Bria,
are you serious?

Raoul's gonna love this!

Okay, if you want the place,
you have to go by today.

So, I'll text him for a time
and I'll let you know! Ciao!

(call clicks off)

- So, do you think she's more
like Emma Stone in "The Help"?

- Shh! Girl, just be happy
I'm no longer homeless, okay?

Come on, let's give Allan
that old razzle dazzle.

(scoffs)
- Bitch, you was never homeless!

(chuckling)
What's she being so extra for?

Dramatic as fuck.

- We've been through this.

I would never start a speech
with "As a proud Black woman

of the Caribbean diaspora."

Would you start a speech with
"As a proud, Greek gay man"?

- Yes, that's how
I open everything.

It's on my business card.

Look, we brought you and your
team in for a lot of money.

The least you can do is speak
at the executive retreat.

There'll be a lot of eyes on us.

- My job is the rebrand.
Nothing else.

I gave up code-switching years
ago, so if I'm gonna speak,

I'm only gonna speak candidly,

and that audience doesn't want
to hear what I'd have to say.

- Yeah.

Maybe we won't need you
there after all.

- Mm-hmm. Besides,
I don't do country clubs.

It's against my religion.
- Oh, you're religious?

- Religiously black.

- Ah, yep.

- Oh, hi! Sorry.

- Oh, Bria!
What a lovely surprise.

- Hey, I just thought
I'd make you some of my
homemade spana-duc-kaduh.

- You mean spanakopita?
- Yeah, that.

- Oh!
(sniffs)

Oh, my gosh, it smells amazing.

You made this?
- Yeah.

- It's just like the one
I get from Delo's.

(curious music)

- I don't know Delo's.
(laughing)

But you know, I thought
it was just so nice

that you made jerk chicken,
so I thought you'd appreciate

a treat from your
own... people, I guess.

Yeah.

Also, I just wanted to say

that what you and the new
marketing team are doing
is just so exciting.

- Ah.
- Truly!

You know, did I tell you
I have a marketing degree?

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

- So do I!
- Oh!

You know, marketing is just such

a thought-provoking sector.
- Yeah.

- It impacts us all
on a daily basis.

So much power in it, you know?
- Hmm.

- I'm sorry, look at me
waxing poetic.

It's like I'm giving
my valedictorian address
all over again.

- Wait, you were
the valedictorian?

- Yeah.
- Whoa, damn!

(laughs)
- Yeah, I mean,

I don't like to talk
about it too much,

but yes, I was the valedictorian

for one of the top universities
in the country.

- Wow.
- Yeah.

I'm sorry, I-I should go back
to my floor,

but if you need help
with anything, focus group,

research, whatever.
(phone ringing)

- That is... that's great.
- Oh yeah.

- I'll uh, I'll keep
that in mind.

- All right. Do that.
- Excuse me. I'm on my way.

- Do that.
(chuckling)

She's still here.

(Black Attack): Yo, you need
to say something.

This is the closest
we've been to a Black woman

since we started this job.

- What do I say?
- Compliment her.

She looks and...
(sniffs)

...smells amazing.
What is that, coconut oil?

Just say something, anything.
- Mm-hmm.

Uh, up or down?

- Shit.
I didn't press the button.

Down, please.

- Yeah, yeah.
(button clicks)

(clears throat)

- I meant anything
better than that.

- Sorry.
(elevator chimes)

(background music playing)

I love your blazer.
- Oh, thanks.

I love your...

(chuckling)

Which department
do you work in?

- Um, accounting.
Yeah, it's not too exciting

but most people have been
friendly so far, so.

- Huh.
- Yeah.

- I would watch that.

They might be friendly,

but they're not necessarily
your friends.

(elevator chimes)
- Oh.

(sighs)
(indistinct chatter)

- Oh, you're here.

I'm feeling like that meeting
should've been an email.

(2 Kool Black Krew laughs)

- Shoulda. Shoulda.

(Bria and Black Attack
fake laugh)

Holy shit, they're fly as fuck!

- There's just so much
more life, you know?

So much more melanin.
You know what I mean?

- Mm-hmm.
- God!

And I bet they freely get
to talk shit up there, too.

No need for code-switching.
- Mm-hmm.

I mean, Sharon does seem like
she'd be a sick boss, though.

- I need this transfer.
- Hey, why don't you come

with me to the company retreat
Saturday afternoon?

Oh, come on, help me set up.

I don't wanna be stuck with
Frank all day by myself.

- Ah, no can do, I'm sorry.

I promised my mom my Saturday.

It's kinda this tradition.

We have patties
at St. Patty's downtown.

It's like... a whole thing.
- Aw. All right.

- Anyway, I better get going.
I gotta see if I can get out
early to view this apartment.

- What? Show me! Mm-hmm.
- Oh, yeah.

Here.
- Hmm!

- Yeah, me and my high school
bestie, Jackie,

are each gonna take a room,
so I'm amped.

- Oh, I love that.

So nice that you two
are still friends.

It is hard to make friends
as an adult.

- Yeah, for sure.

- Happy Rosh Hashanah, Ami!

- I'm not Jewish, Frank!

- Ami, I am!
Toot, toot!

(chuckles)

- It's... interesting.

- Every holiday.
Every holiday, he's on it.

- Damn!
48 hours for real?

(footsteps click past)

(devious music)

(footsteps clack, approaching)

- Bria!
- Hey!

- Oh, I just got your
end of quarter report.

And a day early?
Thanks for being on it.

- It was my pleasure.
- And I must say,

your Excel skills
are quite impressive.

Your pivot tables
are wow, beautiful.

- Wow. Thank you
for noticing, Dawn.

And can I just say, your
feedback is very motivating.

- Oh. I live to inspire.

- Oh! Is that perfume
you're wearing?

That smells lovely.
- Oh, mais oui, merci.

- Oh, de rien. De rien.

(chuckling)

Um, you know, I was actually
wondering um,

because I did submit my report
early, if I could um...

duck out to view an apartment?

Yeah, my mom is selling
our family home and, you know,

I don't really have much time
to find a place.

And you know, I-I actually
did read the handbook.

- Then you know that time off

requires 48 hours notice,
no exceptions.

Rules are rules, Bria. Sorry.

- Right, right. Got it.

(Dawn whistles away)
Thanks anyways!

- Hmm.

Rules are rules, eh?

(echoing): Rules are rules, eh?

(radar beeps)

- Rule B4.

- That's a miss, mademoiselle.

B4 only applies to employees

who have been here
for at least six months.

(gasps)

- Uh, try A7.

- A7, I can leave if sick.

- That's for employees
with chronic illnesses

verified by physicians.

Ha! Try all you want, Bria!

(laughs evilly)

- There's gotta be something.
- Girl, come on!

You gotta give me something.
We're down bad.

- I've got it!

(both): E10.

- The office has
a scent-free policy

and anyone in violation
of it should be reported
to HR immediately.

- Looks like we're both trying
to bend the rules, huh?

- Yeah.
- Me with my time off request

and you with that hideously
outdated perfume.

(gasps)
- You said it was lovely!

- We lied.
(both laugh)

- Sacré bleu!

- Huh, okay, we're really gonna
need a sob story

if you wanna try to beat
all these people.

I'm thinking we go with the
angle that you're pregnant,

and maybe the pregnancy
has been stressful while
you're looking for a place.

Maybe. I don't know,
you gauge where you wanna land
with that morally.

But I mean, we're looking
for a two-bedroom apartment

under $3,000, west of Ossington,

east of Roncey, north of Queen,
and south of St. Clair.

So, it's like, what,
do you wanna be right with God

or do you want a nice place
to kill your plants?

There's two options.
Only one right one.

- Thank you for coming.
You guys come with me.

- Yeah, sorry, we're ready.

(tense music)

- It's been one hour,
32 minutes,

and two milliseconds since
your journey in the line began.

My question to you is,
what brought you here?

- Well, I was living
with my sister

and then her at-home business
selling hoodies

with very common phrases
on them took off

and she needed my room
for inventory.

- Ah.

- I've been moving
from couch to couch,

searching for a place
for a while now.

It's been hell.

How can a bachelor
with no kitchen

and just a microwave
cost $2,200 a month?

(cries)
- It's rough.

Detect a little bit
of an accent.

Guatamatelco?

- Si, senor.

Raised, not born.

- Ah, sí, yo también.

He estado aquí durante
quince años ya.

- Quince años?
- Si.

- Really miss those empanadas.

- Oh.
(laughing nervously)

- Yo, you need a story!
Child of divorce, job loss,
dead roommate, something.

Come on!
- Okay, okay.

(clears throat)
- What's your story?

(sighing)
- Well, my mom

dropped some
pretty big news on me

that turned my life upside down.

It's been rough.

Real rough.

So, I've been looking
for two weeks and--

- Uh, hold up.

Looking only for two weeks?

- I've been sleeping
on couches for months!

- Yeah, we're also expecting
a baby, okay? A child.

- Oh, oh, oh, please!

Hey, I heard you workshopping
your story in the line.

(laughing)
(indistinct chatter)

- 17 musty loveseats
I've slept in since June!

17!
- Was it 17?

- I don't care,
I'm having a baby.

(overlapping chatter)

(immunity necklace rattles)

- I know what you're
all about, buddy.

- I know...

(tense music swells)

...Gemma!
(all exclaiming in frustration)

- Great.
(both chuckle slyly)

- So... You know Gemma?

- Yeah, Gemma referred me.
- Great.

I prefer personal references.
- Hmm.

- So happy to offer you
the apartment.

I just need your first
and last month's rent

and your uh,
completed application.

- Yeah! Yeah, of course um,

but I just wanted to confirm um,
it is $1,600, right?

- No, it's $2,500.

- Uh, but-but Gemma
said it was $1,600.

- Nope, sorry, lady.
No can do.

$2,500 is still pretty fair
for the market.

So uh, take it or leave it.

- Yeah, okay.
Um, just give me five minutes.

- Okay.

(phone chiming)

- You're fucking lying.

- This is fucked, right?
- Yeah, like did she
give a reason?

- Yo, some shit about
her job or something.

I don't fucking know. Like,
I didn't ask you to move in,

so why wait 'til I find
something to back out?

- Seriously.
Like, what the fuck?

Yo, like not her sending you
décor mood boards

this whole time she knew she was
gonna fucking bail?

- Yo, for real.
- Yeah.

- I should cuss her stink.
Like, what the fuck?

- And she's been missing
your weekly calls, too.

Basically, she never makes
time for you anymore.

- Yo, that's true.
- Yeah.

- I'm gonna text her.
- You should text her.

Yo, let her know what's up.

(laughs)

I know that's right.

Uh-huh.

(sighing)

Yo, just "okay"?

- Yeah, the way I'm feeling
right now,

if I text her, we're not gonna
be friends anymore.

(phone rings)

(scoffs)

- Oh, Bria!

You can't say hi?

- Sorry, Mom. Long day.

- I have got great news!

We sold the house for
$50,000 over asking!

And I already
made reservations

for our St. Patty's Day
celebration!

- Wow! Congratulations.
I'm-I'm happy for you.

- Uh, Bria, that's it?

I-I got champagne.

Well sparkling, but...

- I'm sorry, I need a minute.

I've been running
around all day.

I need a nap. Um, but
I'm excited for St. Patty's Day.

(chuckles)

- Oh.

She want take nap.

(ominous music)

(sighing)

- What the fuck?!

Mom!

Mom!

I told you not to touch my room.

- Well, mi tired fi ask.

So house is sold,
we need to get moving.

- Okay, but I was getting to it.

I was just out doing stuff
like, oh, I don't know,

trying to find an apartment so
I can get the hell out of here,

like you asked.
- Oh, so you can't plan

your time like everyone else.
- Of course I can plan my time.

- Oh, well, you're acting
like you can't.

And you're acting
like your life and your schedule

are the only thing that matters
and no one else's,

and that is selfish, Bria.
- Selfish?!

- Yes, selfish, Bria.

I...I don't know what is
going on with you

and why you can't get yourself
together but you--

- But what?

- But you used to be so
on the ball, such a hard worker.

That's what.
- Well, maybe I'm not interested

in being that person
anymore, Mom!

That gave me nothing
but burnout!

I prefer to work smarter,
not harder.

- Oh, I hate that saying, Bria!

That is nothing more than code
for scamming the system!

- Oh, my God, no, it's not!
- Bandulu business, Bria.

- That you have to work twice
as hard to get half as far?

Shit, you used to tell me
that's for the birds!

That's what society
is trying to tell us

so that we keep knocking
on doors while other people

are jumping through windows! I'm
not trying to scam the system,

the system is a scam!

- What a way you sound like
your dead stock puppa.

Full of nothin but debate
about Blackness and liberation

and interested in nothin'
but short cut.

Bria, how do you think
I got here in order to give you
the life that you're living?

And since when is hard work
beneath you?

- I never said it
was beneath me.

- Oh, you basically did!

You ever stop to think
that maybe you can work smarter

because I already work harder!
- And I understand that, okay?

And I'm grateful!

But I don't wanna just waste
my life away playing some game

that was never designed for us
to win! I'm sorry!

And I'm sorry that
I don't wanna clock into
some soul-sucking career

just to say that I have shit.
And I'm sorry that I don't

wanna wait 'til I'm almost 50
to learn how to fucking relax!

- All right, just a gentle
reminder your mom's Jamaican

and you can still get slapped.
- Oh, relax.

So that's what this
is all about.

This whole take a break
business again, huh, Bria.

- Seriously, Mom?

When was the last time
you took a vacation?

I mean, you haven't even been
back home to Jamaica.

- Okay, Bria.

You can say anythin'
you want say.

But all I hear right now
is you hopping on the bandwagon

of that pipe dream all
you owna unno young people have

where unno can do anything
yuh want and yuh never have
to work for it.

All I hear right now Bria
is laziness and fuckery.

(chuckling)

- Laziness and fuckery.

Cool.

And I knew you wouldn't get it.

Yeah, I don't even know
why I came back here.

- Devil busy today.

(tense music)

- Are you okay, baby?

Sh-should I call her
for the cheers?

(door opens)

(sighs)

- I come in pea...

Oh, yo, I know you mad,

but your outside clothes
on your bed, though?

(sighs)

- You know I... I've never
done that before.

Think I went too far?

Hey, it felt good, though.

- Oh, yo, I bet it did!

But hey...

Do you think that
maybe you kinda blew up
at the wrong person?

That maybe some of that
was meant for Jackie?

Look, don't get me wrong...
(sighing)

You needed to have that talk
with your mom

and it was foul as fuck of her
to pack up your shit like this.

For real. But...

maybe you wouldn't have
gotten so hot

if you just told Jackie
how you were really feeling.

You know or told your mom
how you were really feeling
after graduating,

that that break was about you
being burnt out, not lazy.

- Look, I just gotta focus
on what I need to focus on.

And that's get
the hell out of here.

Okay, boom. Look, one bedroom.
Recently renovated.

- That's a parking garage.

- Oh, shit.

Okay. Okay, okay.

Um... Okay, how about
this place?

One bedroom.
It's above a bar.

Old as hell, but um,
it could be fun.

- Single, nah! Look,
and it's described as cozy.

And you know that means rats.
(clicks tongue)

- Okay um, all right,
look, look,

this condo has one picture,
a really nice picture, though.

Um, $800 a month.
Roommate situation.

But looking
for immediate move in.

Okay.
- Okay, okay.

- It does mention
a special setup though.

Not sure what that means.
(inhales)

- That could be sex trafficking
or diamond in the rough.

No harm in checking it out.
- Yeah.

- Or a lotta harm, actually.

(♪)

- Yeah, so I know the room
is small,

but that's why I kept
the rent so low.

I don't really need the money
so much as I need help.

I travel a lot for work so--
- I'm sorry uh,

what do you mean by help?
(both): Like a maid?

- What? No! No, no,
uh, basically, the deal is this.

You seem decent
so it's yours if you want it.

$800 a month is real.
- Hmm.

- Like I said, I'm hardly here
because of work travel,

but there is a cleaner
that comes in bi-weekly.

I just need your help to take
care of Bento, my cat.

- Huh?
- Our unofficial third roomie.

He's a bit high maintenance,

but I can't bring myself
to give him up.

- Hmm.
- And I don't trust daycare.

So, giving somebody a good deal
on rent in exchange for help

seems like the easy solution.
- Mm-hmm.

- Oh uh, Bento's
in his room right now.

- Oh.
- You're okay

with cats though, right?
- Yo, fuck that cat!

He got a Vitamix!

(♪)