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He's helping me apply to colleges.

- Since when?
- Since I asked.

I just want to know why you're bothering

- the owner of my basketball team.
- Happy to help.

I want to go to college

'cause I don't want to be
just sitting around here.

You got an excuse. You're married.

Hey, I... I had a job that I gave up

before I came down here to support
Reggie. I'm getting another one.

You got great instincts.
I want you speaking up.

You're the smartest person I know.

Help me fix this.

This one, yeah. Get a... get the scarf.

Here. That's it.

Amy, I am not responsible

for what you promised the photographer.

The photographer's job is to
photograph Cam for the magazine,

not bring in a documentary crew

to film him photographing Cam.

Okay, fine, add him to this
call. I'll tell him myself.

Looks like living in Atlanta
is finally growing on her.

Oh, man, I love this. Missy
Incorporated up and running.

Give her a client to please
or a business to start up

- and watch the fuck out.
- Yes, I will hold.

The agent for Derek, the photographer
I hired for tomorrow's shoot,

is trying to make this all
about Derek instead of Cam.

- Fucking people.
- People are the worst.

Fuck people. You tell
people who the who you is

that they got to deal with.

- We behind you the whole way.
- Tell 'em.

I'ma tell 'em. I'ma tell 'em fuck you...

Derek? Hi, Missy Vaughn.

- I am thrilled to have you for the shoot tomorrow.
- Look at this.

Yes, but I... I can't have you
bring in a documentary crew.

It's a three-day shoot
over multiple locations

and I... I want to limit distractions.

Straighten it. I don't know.

Oh, thank you for understanding.

I will see you tomorrow.

Baby, the, uh, stylist
dropped off a lot of clothes.

And they are all comped.
What is worn can be kept.

But who's keeping track of
prenegotiated perks? Oh, me.

Yo, if I hit the club in this,
you can't tell me a thing.

Ooh, you hit the club in that,

you won't have to tell me anything
'cause, see, I won't be with you.

- Fuck you.
- That's my first impression.

Look, your wife chose this. This
is what the stylist dropped off.

- To... to try on.
- Yeah, and in this case to take off.

- I'm sorry.
- Aw, damn.

- What's wrong?
- I think I'm getting a cavity.

Baby, you can't see a cavity in
the mirror. You got to get X-rays.

How's the fitting going?

Eh.

Ooh, M-Chuck with the power suit.

Hey, Ma said I got to dress
up when I meet with Flaherty.

It looked so good, I
wore it out of the store.

What you bothering Flaherty for now?

She's asking him for extra money

so you could buy some decent clothes.

Oh, shit, cousin. You
got a consensus now.

Stylists, people who
style people for a living,

dropped this off for my shoot, okay?

Looks like they dropped 10 pounds of shit
in those pants. What the fuck is that?

Okay, I know you're not talking with
your "Legend of Zorro"-looking ass.

- Oh, I see you, M-Chuck.
- Thank you.

So, Missy, what theme are you
going for with this photo shoot?

24/7 with Cam Calloway.

What a day in my life is like.

24/7 is more like a week in your life.

Isn't that what the
seven is, right, a week?

It's for an in-flight magazine.

The real mark of fame is
when people know who you are

and what you do, but they
have never seen you do it.

Ma, Chen sent you some massive
shipping crate. It's in your room.

Ooh, I hope it's priceless Chinese
porcelain from the Ming Dynasty.

Though I prefer it just be him.

You know, long-distance
relationships fucking suck.

So, Missy, do you have any advice for me
before I sit down with Flaherty tomorrow?

Well, my rules for interviews
are to just try to be myself.

You know what? That's a good idea.

Mary Charles, tomorrow you
should be more like Missy.

But in a good-looking suit, bitch.

You look good. Fly.

Take that shit off, boy. You look crazy.
- You heard your mother.

Why y'all hating so hard
on the... on the fit?

- Y'all don't like it?
- That's some bullshit.

We're getting other things in.

- Don't worry.
- Hammer, don't hurt 'em!

So what else is in San
Francisco besides my boo?

I'm bidding on a contract
to build prisons in Shanghai,

so I'm visiting
Alcatraz for inspiration.

Whoa, who... who's on the bed?

You got a bitch in the room?

Oh, that. I forgot.

You forgot you got a bitch on your bed?

Cassie, my love, it's not a woman.

It is a prototype of a new
technology I'm developing.

A cybernetic companion.

Or, if the marketing
department has its way,

a robot sex doll.

I thought you made sneakers.

A surprising amount of materials
and engineering transfer over.

Holy shit, she looks just like me.

Of course. She is the first.

And so she was patterned
after the woman of my life.

So half of China is gonna
be fucking plastic me?

Never. Cassie 2.0 is the prototype
and will be one of a kind.

Only I will have you, the holy grail.

Wait a minute, Chen, it's not cool

to... to be fucking
a... a sex robot of me,

uh, without my consent.

Oh, no, no, no, no. She's brand-new.

I wouldn't dare break her
in without your permission.

Ain't no duplicate me getting broken in.

Not now, not ever.

Cassie, you live in Atlanta.
I reside in Shanghai.

We cannot always be together.
Yes, this is a lot to absorb,

but it's also a form of logistically
imperative extended monogamy.

Chen, uh, hold the fuck
up. Now, wait a minute.

Don't be throwing no $10 words at me.

Baby, please don't tell me

that that shit got a hole in the ass.

Um...

Oh, my God.

I neglected to consider that it
might be outside your comfort zone.

My shipping tracker tells me
a package has arrived for you.

I had meant it to be a surprise.

Inside you will find another robot.

Why would I want a sexbot of me?

I've shipped you a sexbot of me.

I'm not getting on
top of a sexbot of you!

Not... not... not under or not behind.

Please, open your mind.

Why can't you just jerk off to porn

like a regular motherfucker?

I tried, but it felt disloyal.

Chen, this is...

this is... this is troubling.

This is very troubling and...
and... and fucking weird.

This is love, Cassie.

This is love.

I didn't know you were stopping by.

Had some time before work.
Thought I'd come support.

Oh, hey.

Is this the wifey?

Uh, I don't know about all that.

This is, uh, Allison.

And I forgot your name.

It's okay. I'm Trina.

I'm really excited
to work with you, Cam.

Thank you. Uh, it's nice to meet you.

And you.

You don't know about all that?

Baby, she came out in
rainbow tie-dye underwear.

- I was distracted. - Do you want
me to get rainbow tie-dye underwear?

Come on, you know I
didn't mean it like that.

- Mmm.
- My mom raised me old-school.

Like a wife is someone
you're married to,

wifey is someone you don't
respect enough to marry.

I respect you.

Well, then thank you
for not calling me wifey.

Cam, they need you.

- Sit tight, I'll be back.
- Mm-hmm.

- Hey, Allison.
- Hey, Squeeze.

What's with your hand?

Doritos. You got a moist towelette?

Actually, I do.

Take me to Cam. I don't like coming
up on people without a proper intro.

Well, I am Reggie
Vaughn. I'm Cam's manager

and Missy Vaughn's
husband, incidentally.

She's having a root canal,
so she'll be here momentarily.

Yeah, don't fuck with
teeth. Teeth got to last.

I like your stache, by the
way. It's clean. Who did it?

- My barber.
- People, people, Derek is here. Look alive.

Right, right, right.
Hey, Cam, this is Derek.

Cam Calloway. Love your work, man.

- Cam. That short for Cameron?
- It is, yeah.

You look fantastic. Well, I
see you've met my associates.

Equipment. Let's get serious.

Settle in. Who put you in
purple? You a Prince fan?

- That's, uh...
- Who put him in purple?

- I am, yeah.
- Purr. Purr, baby.

Make love to the camera, both
of you. Feel that connection.

Don't worry if you get
aroused. I'll fix it in post.

Ooh, there you go. There you go.

- You smell good.
- She smells fantastic.

- Kiss her on the forehead.
- I... I don't...

- I don't want to...
- Kiss her on the forehead.

Damn it.

That was sensuous.

- Oh, we good or...
- We just getting started.

Give it to him, give
it to him. Effervesce.

- Oh, wow.
- Arch your back. Put your face in her chest.

I can't... I can't do that.
Don't nobody do that in the club.

Put your face in her chest. Come on,
for the love of the game, let's go.

I got to go to work. Cam.

- Bye.
- Love you!

Back to work. Show me fucking.

Okay, I was thinking
about communications.

- I know it's a stupid major, but I...
- Who's saying that?

Uh, I guess I'm saying that.

- Why?
- I'm not sure.

Then stop saying that.

I will.

I will. There's a lot
of colleges in the area.

What do you know about their
communications departments?

Jack shit. I made my first
big money in hard cider.

What's that?

Apple juice that gets you drunk.

- You got any now?
- I do not.

I could use a shot.

Come on, communications?

Communications, right, yeah. So I've
been looking at sports announcers.

Women sports announcers on TV.

Analysts. I could do that.
I got the personality.

Some people think I got a funny
accent, but I think it to be an asset.

I just need to know what I don't know.

All right, we got an
interest, we got a direction,

we got some humility and some
honesty. I fucking love it.

I fucking love it! All right.

Sorry, I'm, uh... I... I bear
hug people when I get excited.

- It's too much?
- No, I'm a bear hugger, too.

Bear hug the shit out of me.

Ow! Oh, shit!

Cam, that is fire, okay?
This is salacious right here.

Hey, let's get him touched up.

I want to drop my key down half a stop

and let's get this popping, come on.

Oh...

That's... that's not the model I chose.

No, no, your choice booked
a Vogue layout last night.

Had to fly to Paris
and... to replace somebody.

Look, I don't know how
any of this shit works.

This is who the agency
sent to replace her.

- But she's not...
- What's wrong?

Of all the goddamn mornings
to have a fucking root canal.

Uh, baby, baby, baby, baby.

Don't take it out on your tooth, okay?

The dentist fixed it good.

So you're telling me
that in Atlanta, Georgia,

the black people capital of America,

the modeling agencies
couldn't find one other model

who came in on the dark
side of the paper bag test?

Shh, break it down. Baby, you
put together a great photo shoot.

- Be proud.
- The idea of this

was to improve the
perception of Cam's character.

Also to change the perception

that star athletes only
date light-skinned women.

But now we got a damn near
white girl next to him.

Okay, wait a second. I will
give you the green eyes.

I mean, it's not like that's
Taylor Swift over there, come on.

Do you know what every
dark-skinned girl thinks

when she sees only
light-skinned girls in magazines?

I do not.

They think their dark skin
has made them invisible.

What kind of pain pills are you on, hmm?

Look, Ba... I'm just... I'm
playing, okay? Look, I get it.

The story of these photos cannot
be that if you are a star athlete,

you only date light-skinned women.

Okay, first, single
people don't date anybody.

They just fuck a bunch of
multiple other single people

until they feel so ruined
by being used as a sex object

that they finally decide to
settle down and procreate.

Or so I've been told.
I met you before Tinder.

Okay, second, this is something
that we will work on for next time.

So should I just tell
Dihane Freeman that?

Well, since she owns the publishing
company that distributes the magazine,

I'm of the mind-set
that she got 99 problems

and a light-skinned girl ain't one.

- Oh, okay.
- Look, hey, I know you want it to be right,

but things ain't always 100% right.

Sweat this when it's
the cover of Vanity Fair.

But today we just let it go.

All right?

All my life I have
been told to let it go.

Okay, baby, can we not...

- When I turned on the videos...
- Mm-hmm.

... and it was nothing
but light-skinned girls

with long, wavy hair, they
said, "Let it go, Missy."

When it was the movies
and every wife, girlfriend,

- and everybody who was supposed to be hot...
- Shh.

... was everything other than a
brown girl, they said, "Let it go."

I turn on commercials for damn
shampoo and everybody's hair

is bouncing and behaving but mine,
and I'm supposed to let it go?

Your hair looks...
it's moving right now...

- I'm tired of "let it go," Reg.
- Okay.

I'm tired. And "we'll
work on it next time"...

no, next time never comes.

That's how we keep
having movies about Egypt

- with nothing in it but white people.
- Are we skipping to Egypt now?

Every other time it was
somebody else's choice.

Today it's mine.

- Sideline, sideline.
- Hmm?

I'm in the lab, okay? Y'all
on some kill-my-vibe shit.

- Cam, Trina, take five.
- Derek.

I know who that is.

Hey, Derek, listen. We got
a problem with the model.

- And by we, you mean... ?
- Me.

And who the fuck might you be?

- Whoa, player, this is my wife.
- I'm Missy Vaughn.

I'm the person who hired you.

Yes, Missy Vaughn.

You know, I recognized the
voice from the phone call

where you told me you could not afford to
have any distractions disrupting your set.

So what can I help you with?

We got to lose this model.
I hired a dark-skinned girl.

And she wasn't available, so we hired
another model that I know to be better.

No, no, no, no, not... not to me.

You're a professional, I'm the client.

Let her go and find someone new.

Reggie?

Derek.

Missy's in charge here.

- Do you know... do you know what this is?
- Nope.

And you don't need to know because I do.

So the question is do
I need this or don't I?

- You don't know.
- Derek, the model we choose

for the layout alongside
Cam is anything but random.

I chose a model for a specific reason.

That reason is important to me.

I'm not asking that
it be important to you.

But I am telling you that we will
be getting a new model in here.

And if we have to, a new photographer.

You are welcome to stay or leave.

Oh, I'll stay.

And you will pay me
and my twins overtime.

I can have another someone
in here in 30 minutes.

Now, do you want them
to be hot chocolate,

fudge brownie or coffee with no cream?

And notice how I'm asking you
and not looking at Reggie at all.

Don't act like you don't know.

You are a black man.
Get me a brown girl.

Godspeed.

This is the way it has to go.

- I'll tell Cam.
- I'll tell the model.

I want you to know how much it means
to me that you would take this leap.

Yeah, yeah, okay. Whatever. Let's
just, um, get this over with.

Okay, how does this work?

- First, turn on the power switch.
- Where is it?

It is located on the perineum

in between the testicles and the anus.

You mean the taint?

Yes, that's correct.

Fuck it. Let me try this shit.

Okay.

And when you speak, it will respond.

Seriously?

I would not attempt to
discuss world politics,

but give it a try.

Okay.

Hello.

- Hello, Cassie. I am Chen 2.0.
- Oh, shit!

And all I want is to
bring you to ecstasy.

I can't. I can't. I
can't. I can't do this.

Chen, look, I really appreciate you...

- Oh, yes, ride me, Cassie.
- ... for what you're trying to do.

- I mean...
- Reverse cowgirl.

... other guys, they would have
stepped out and never told me,

but, baby, what you're actually
doing is highlighting the problem,

which is you're over there
doing what you have to do

and I'm here listening to
robot you get his freak on.

I... I can re-record
my voice to be sexier.

- Baby, I'm regular, okay?
- Oh, yes.

I just need a regular guy giving
me regular dick on a regular basis.

I have no desire to have my
back blown out by Buzz Lightyear.

Put him back in the box. I overstepped.

Baby, I don't think you hear me.

Look, I'm not trying to stop
you from living your life,

but I need to live mine, you know?

Short distance with my bed
limited to actual humans.

Intimacy is difficult enough
for me without the batteries.

Are you breaking up with me?

Well, baby, you still
have the Cassie bot.

She is and shall remain a robot virgin.

Now she's just a pile
of silicone and wires.

- Right.
- Hey.

- Oh.
- You all right?

- Yeah.
- You look good.

- Like it?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Listen, we're gonna swap out a model.
- Why?

Uh, just Missy. She didn't
like that we had that, uh...

the light-skinned girl on your arm,
so we're just gonna get another model.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- You good, though, right?
- I mean, you tell me, man.

Not like you came over and asked if
it was cool if we swapped out a model.

Come on. What you said was
that we gonna swap out a model.

- Right, yeah.
- So are you...

you asking me or...
or are you telling me?

It's just Missy thinks it's important
that we make the change, that's all.

- Come on, man.
- Reg, you know all we do is family.

- You know that.
- Yeah.

Just before you and Missy
start making decisions

about shit that I got to do,
at least give me the courtesy

and let me put my two cents in.

- That's fair.
- Yeah, it's... it's more than fair.

It's just not the way we do things.

Shit-canning someone when we
already been halfway through.

She's not gonna leave here and
say that Missy Vaughn fired her.

What she's gonna leave here and say
is that Cam Calloway has fired her.

Okay, all right. Okay, Cam, man. Shit.

I'm sorry.

But, look... hey, you know Missy, man.

I mean, she set this up and
she didn't even want that girl,

but, I don't know,
some lines got crossed

and she just want to make the
change before we shoot any more.

I mean, this is big to her and
she's just looking out for you.

You know, put on that Dihane
Freeman and expectations and image.

I mean, she's done great.
I mean, look at this.

Mm, she shit-canned someone 'cause
their skin tone wasn't up to Missy's par.

I mean, do you think
that's right? Come on.

Look, I don't want to do this
right now, okay? Can we...

Make sure the model that we fire
gets paid for the whole shoot.

And then double it. So
we're gonna do this right

even when one of us has done it wrong.

And let me know when the
replacement model gets here.

I'll be in the trailer.

They just... they just make
this for you whenever you want?

When I'm in the mood
for some home cooking,

I ask Rollie to fire up the grill
and approximate home cooking.

Not that I have anything
to judge against.

- How you mean?
- My parents didn't raise me.

Which you can tell by the
way I eat... like an animal.

I was reared by a coterie

of marginally interested
agents of the state who saw me

as an easy way to earn a
few extra bucks a month.

It's the sort of upbringing
that makes you appreciate

a good piece of fried
chicken made just for you.

Hey, I really appreciate you taking
the time with me today, Jimmy.

Taking an interest. Hasn't
been a great year for me.

I mean, working out my anger issues
in therapy and all this other stuff.

Anger's a powerful emotion.

It makes you feel purposeful.

I see a lot of me in you.

Anger did a lot for me,

in a good way.

Or so I thought for too long.

When you use it to fuel you,

you end up doing something unrewindable,

it changes the course of
your life in a bad way.

You got to take anger and shrink it
down into little bite-sized nibbles

of manageable usefulness.

You mastered that?

Fuck no.

Not even close.

I think I can find you a job here

while the school thing is working out.

- Really?
- Well, I know I can.

I can give you a job.
I mean, I own this shit.

That was messed up, what you did.

I'm sorry.

I told you we needed to make
a change for editorial reasons.

But you did great.
It... it's not personal.

You're sticking to that?

Okay, do that. But I
just want you to know

that everybody in there
knows that ain't the case.

That's how I know because
they heard you tell your man

that you are sick of
light-skinned bitches winning.

And then you came to me
and you shit on my day

'cause you're fucking Cam's manager.

I... I am not just fucking him.

That is my husband. I am his wife.

And you want to be real?

I didn't pick you in the first place.

Again, it's not personal.
I don't know you.

I don't know the first thing about you,

but let's not act like you've had
this job for more than a few hours.

I'm sorry, you will be paid.

I just want to hear you speak the truth

as to why I'm going home,

but you won't because you are a coward.

All I know is that my whole life

women like you have been winning.

Today I could put someone on
that looked like me, so I did.

All right, there it is. You said it.

But don't you see
we're in the same boat?

If the boat sinks, you think because
I'm light-skinned, I don't drown?

I thought that God had
created this job for me.

He gave another model,
the one you hired,

a dark-skinned girl,
who's my friend by the way,

a job for Vogue.

God created two doors.
This door was for me.

But I guess I don't have
enough color for you.

This job was a big job.

The exposure will be big.
It leads to more work.

It's a fucking airline magazine. Relax.

You're the one with the lifeline.

My man ain't repping Cam Calloway.

So you think the way you look
should only work in your favor?

That is the most
light-skinned shit ever.

You lose one job and can't take it.

The only reason you ain't
getting fucked up right now

is because I have a son, so I
can't be in jail on some bullshit

because I got to find another
job to make these ends meet.

But know this,

sweet chocolate honey,

karma is a bitch.

Are you threatening me?

Are you scared?

Look, I don't think it's a
good idea for us to speak.

Clean breaks are best.

I've not eaten or slept.

Look at my eyes. For the
first time in my life,

there are folds in the lids.

This is not easy on either
of us, but it's for the best.

It's not. We have been
given to each other

later in life when we
are both smart enough

to know what it means
and how rare it is.

To walk away from this gift
is to walk away from God.

I thought Chinese
people weren't religious.

Not officially, but unofficially,

we are just as confused
as everyone else.

I'm not a god, Chen, okay?
I... I can't shrink the world.

I'm not a god either,

but I can.

Come to your window, Cassandra.

What... what the hell
are you talking about?

Come to your window, Cassandra.

Baby, I've got three
fucking windows. Which one?

The front.

- So go ahead.
- Go ahead and what?

You don't have to pretend
like today wasn't messed up.

So whatever you have to say,
just please go ahead and say it.

I have had a hard enough day without
having to lay with you tonight

knowing you probably believe I did
every wrong thing I could think of.

I didn't say none of that.

- But you want to.
- I don't.

So go ahead, tell me.

Tell me what I did wrong

because I can feel you
just steeping in it.

Brewing.

Go. Say it.

All right.

The on-the-fly shit can't happen again.

Cam don't like that. He
don't like public drama.

He's had enough of that. We all have.

You came in, you made business
moves on your personal shit.

Oh, fuck that. Those were
business moves, Reggie.

It's not personal shit. It's
anything but personal shit.

It's global shit the shittiness of
which I have an obligation to point out.

Sometimes it just takes one person
to stand up for what's right.

And sometimes when that one
person has an emergency root canal,

shows up late, they
just got to roll with it.

- Oh.
- I'm just saying.

- So stay in my lane.
- Nope, that is not at all what I...

When Cam was out there with
the frozen nose debacle...

- Nostrils.
- ... and you needed my help,

did anyone tell me to stay in my lane?

I helped save Cam's ass and yours.

And now when it's time to get my back,

both you and him are shitting on me.

Who's shitting? Who's shitting?

We did what you wanted.
This... this right here

is what people in our business do.

They recap the day's events.
They revisit things done well,

done not so well, try to
do better for the next time.

- Okay, let's recap.
- Let's recap, Missy.

Nothing burned to the
ground. No one was hurt.

The photographer, although an
asshole, did a wonderful job.

I just want you to have my back.

You want... I... no, no,
I had your back, okay?

I didn't stand in your way. I risked Cam

being bullshit at me for
the way we went about it.

But what about my back?

See, while you were doing
all your black girl magic,

- you had me standing there looking like a fool.
- Oh.

- You'll be all right.
- I will.

And I am, but I didn't stand in your way

because I respect you and I love you.

And if in all of that you
think I didn't have your back,

it's only because you was too
damn busy walking all over mine.

Sure, go on. Mansplain me some more.

I find it curious

that you proclaim to cherish
communication and honesty,

and yet when I put into words
what I feel and what I felt,

you choose to diminish it.

I still think what I did had to be done.

- Clearly.
- It's important.

Only because Cam puts
the ball in the hoop.

- Because, see, baby, that's what this is.
- Oh!

There are no deals that I'm making,

no conversations I'm
having, no, uh, Freemans,

no photographers, nothing if Cam
don't put the ball in the hoop.

But he does. A month ago, Missy,

you were searching for a
purpose and a career move.

And now you're Melissa
Vaughn, media consultant.

Okay, I had a career before
I was dragged down here.

You know that and let's
not talk about that.

And for the record, dressing me down

and explaining your position from
some enlightened point of view

is the definition of mansplain.

Wow. Fucking wow. Are
we this couple right now?

Is this what we're doing?
God, fucking hell yes.

I am a man. I am your husband.

I can only speak from
my own point of view.

Yes, you saved Cam and my ass,

but look what he's done
for me and now for you.

His job, what he does, has given
us all opportunity and now you, too.

In any form of affirmative action,
there is a benefit to society

that outweighs the inevitable
collateral damage to certain individuals.

- That's how it works.
- Okay, I got it now, Missy.

See, I didn't realize that we
were doing social engineering.

I just thought it was a magazine spread.

It's the same fucking thing!

It's not what you did,
it's when and it's how.

It's not realizing that
the moment had passed, baby,

and that doing good was actually bad.

Bad for Cam, bad for the model,

bad for me, and even bad for you.

So in other words, I
should have been content

to be a part of the problem.

We're all a part of
the problem sometimes.

Well, I'm not sorry.

I'm glad I did it and I'd do it again.

I know.

And that's why I love you.

That's why we're talking.
That's why we're drinking.

That's why tomorrow all this
stuff will still be true.

Want to go upstairs,

burn some of this out our system?

Not right now, no.

Okay.

Give me half an hour.

I'll be in the bed.

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