♪ Harlem ♪
[soulful rock music]
♪ Harlem ♪
[Camille] They say if you don't learn from the past,
you're bound to repeat it.
Inherent in that expression is the assumption
that repeating history is bad,
something to avoid.
♪ Cause a ruckus in the Rucker... ♪
However, here, in the Harlem of today,
anthropologists tell us that by learning who we were,
what the city was, we might get lucky enough to repeat it.
Now, how you gonna be a freelance palm reader?
- [chuckles] It's possible. [Nikki] No business.
Should I try right now?
Ooh, now, this is a Saturn aspect on your lifeline...
very powerful stuff.
Ooh.
But a big mistake is coming back right to get you.
The mistake was agreeing to pay you for this bullshit.
[scoffs] You know, hostility is like the new smoking.
You only hurting yourself.
Whatever.
Anyway, ladies, would anyone else like a palm reading?
[both] No.
Namaste.
Nama-don't stay. Namast-go.
[laughs]
I must have one of those, too.
A broke-ass cousin who makes up nonsense?
No, a past mistake coming back.
Ian was at the club.
What? Tonight?
And you're just now saying something?
I spent three plates of rice and beans listening to Quinn
rank the Jonas Brothers.
You couldn't have cut in with that information?
Saturn must really want you two to be together.
Well, my apologies to Saturn.
I got this close to him.
No, I just... I lost all my nerve.
[steady music]
♪ ♪
[glass shatters]
♪ ♪
[clears throat] Wow, she's good.
♪ ♪
He wasn't supposed to be there. He threw me off my whole shit.
Four years later, and that nigga still has a hold on you.
That's some serious dick energy right there.
What's dick energy?
How is it I know and you don't?
It's when a man's stroke is so enchanting
that the ghost of his penis
sort of haunts your vagina like an old house.
Oh, I guess I haven't had that pleasure.
Well, I sling serious dick energy,
and I don't even have one.
You are so nas... Stop doing that at the table!
I am not this woman!
I don't run from an ex.
I'm the "tell your followers
to be brave and face their fears" woman.
Yeah, but to run into Ian like that?
In all of the bars in New York...
No, no, this has to be a sign.
Or signs are woo-woo bullshit,
and her ex is just in town visiting.
No, wait. That's what it is.
Paul and Brittany's engagement party.
That's why he's in town.
We're the ones who introduced them in the first place.
And now they're engaged?
Why don't you ever introduce me to anybody?
Baby, the thirst is real.
It was actually supposed to be a joke.
They are the corniest friends that we have,
and Ian thought it would be funny to go on a double date,
And it turns out that corny gets corny.
If Ian's going, then I'm coming down with the flu.
Says Mrs. Don't Run Away From An Ex.
Mm.
Well, I can't be black girl magic all the time.
[Tye chuckles]
- Hello! - Hi!
So good!
I'm sorry!
So? Who was he?
A producer!
I told you that open-mic night was gonna be good.
- "Brothers Pictures." - Black owned?
And he said they have a major project "in the works"
and he wants me to come to their offices tomorrow.
- Aah! - Holy shit!
- That's my girl! - That's me, that's me.
You see? I knew it. Your dream is coming true!
It's like the great Lady Gaga once said,
"You can get 99 nos"...
I'm gonna stop you right there!
[both] Thank you.
Waiter!
[smooth music]
Tye, I appreciate the chivalry,
but we passed your place two stops ago.
Three.
I just want to make sure you're really okay about seeing Ian.
Yes. That was a long time ago.
I'm fine... I just don't see the upside
of hanging with him at some wack party.
Ian's, like, the one thing that can get you all...
Why? [crying]
[melancholy music]
That was a long time ago, okay?
I appreciate the concern, but I am fine.
[sighs] It's just all these years later,
are we really still talking about Ian?
Not if you don't want to.
I don't, so let's talk about anything else.
- Got it. - Yeah.
Well, I found out my Forbes interview
has turned into a two-page spread.
- What? - Photo shoot and everything!
Tye, really?
Really.
A queer woman of color in tech is going to be in Forbes.
Yes! All those words.
If I was the kind of person that said corny things
about how far I've come, I'd say one right now.
So how are things on the Shayla front?
Done. That's a wrap.
What? That was quick even for you.
[scoffs] The problem is we work in the same building,
- so I can't just ghost her. - Oh.
I have to do that thing
where I break up with myself for her.
Mm.
I get it.
But I just need to work on myself
so that I can only hope
to one day be good enough for you.
[laughter]
That's good, though... face-to-face breakup.
Look at you, giving up your fuckboi degree.
#Growth! You know what I'm talking about!
[both grunting goofily]
Over time, the culture of a place evolves
as new people and new ideas move in.
But the question is...
how much of the past
should be respectfully preserved?
And how much should be discarded
in order to evolve?
Upload your essays by tomorrow night.
I'll see you next week.
Amazing lecture, Professor Parks.
Top ten of the semester.
No, top five... top three.
Thank you, Nora.
How do you do it?
Uh... [chuckles] Thank you again, Nora.
No, literally, how do you do it?
- How much is prep... [Robin] Camille! Camille!
Jemele Hill and the other panelists just arrived
for the woman's rally.
You gonna drop by?
Watch my speech, join the pithy chants.
- [door closes] - I'm definitely gonna try.
That means definitely no.
Oh, Dr. Goodman, I'm going to the rally.
I'll walk with you.
Definitely try.
[♪ Leikeli47: "Girl Blunt"]
♪ What you say? What that mean? I don't know ♪
[door closes]
♪ Top shelf, bitch, I'm on the honor roll ♪
♪ Hot fire, make your nigga stop and roll ♪
♪ That booty ooshy jiggle like a jelly roll ♪
♪ Damn ♪
Camille?
- [gasps] - Oh, my God, Brittany!
Hi!
- You're still going to Tony? - Yes, every two weeks.
I can't believe you introduced me
to my future husband and my stylist.
[chuckles] Well, don't you owe me a finder's fee?
Anything, girl. And half goes to Ian.
Sorry.
Oh, God. Sorry.
I shouldn't have mentioned Ian.
Don't be crazy. It's fine. We're fine.
- Oh, good. - Yeah.
Because I was so worried you'd do something silly
like not show up to my party to avoid seeing him.
- [chuckles] - No, what am I, 12?
- No! - No.
Yes, of course I'm coming, you know?
- I-I'm dying to come. - Oh, good.
Like, literally nothing but death would keep me from it,
and even if I do die, I want them to dump
my dead body at that damn party.
- [laughs] - Don't make it weird.
- Copy that. - Mm-hmm.
Sister Angie, Queen Angie, I'm Cole Thompson.
And welcome to Brother Pictures.
Mm-hmm. It's nice to meet you.
We are a collective
of Black artists for Black audiences...
Mm.
Working across the entire African diaspora,
looking to educate and inspire.
Mm.
The Black voice will no longer be asphyxiated
by the transmutation to the Eurocentric perspective.
So... is it a movie?
It's a revolution!
The Black story will be told
by the Black voice through a Black gaze.
Okay, hold up. You're using a lot of words.
You trying to Hotep me into doing porn?
- No! - Okay, good.
'Cause I been there, and I done that.
Yeah, me too.
It's a new dawn where we dare to free ourselves
from the white man's story construct
and define a new art.
- Mm. - A true Black art.
- That's what's up. - My sister, are you ready
to be part of something that's about something?
Okay, yes. So what we doing?
It's Get Out, the musical...
on Broadway.
Yeah.
I told that emancipated nigga,
"Hell fucking no."
Oh, my God, Angie. Customer.
Sorry.
I said, "No, thank you," to that emancipated nigga.
I cannot believe
that you're turning down a potential singing job.
I can't believe that you would think that I would say yes
to singing in the chorus of a Get Out musical?
Is that the best you think that I can get?
You know, thanks, for the vote of confidence.
Whoa.
Okay, How did your job offer
somehow turn into my fault?
And please don't eat there.
Employees need a break room.
Employees need to work.
[door rattles open]
Oh, my God!
Retro-chic!
Oh, my God, I am dead!
Oh, my God! I'm dead!
- Angie, are you not dead? - Yeah, dead.
Oh, my gosh. You look amazing!
And the proceeds from your purchase
will go to feed four homeless New Yorkers.
So it's like a splurge without the guilt.
I need to think about it.
It's a dress, not a house.
Angie.
She's joking. She's joking.
[laughs]
Can you not insult the customers?
She is not a customer.
She's a "needs to think about it."
- [sighs] - She comes in here
three, four, five times a week just looking at shit.
She a professional window shopper.
Shit! Shit!
Girl, if that's the Amex bill, I can explain.
No, no, the landlord is jacking the rent again.
Did you take my Amex?
Girl, don't stress yourself out about that
with that new rent news.
Oh, my God, another $2,500 a month?
I'm barely covering it as it is.
I cannot ask my parents for more money.
Okay, you just try to sell some more stuff around here.
I don't literally try to do that every single day?
Okay, you are using your cunt voice.
[sighs] Sorry. Sorry.
It's okay.
[sighs] It's just that it's not just asking
my parents for more money.
It's that "poor you" look on my mom's face
and followed by the obligatory "you need a husband" lecture.
God, like I forgot I was single?
- Mm-hmm. - Thanks for the reminder, Mom.
No, I'm not gonna do it. I'm not gonna ask her.
I won't.
I agree.
Except I have no choice but to ask her.
And again, I agree.
[Quinn] Okay, let's make this meal quick.
I'll get the check, and we get out.
Okay, it is your money. Who are all those people?
Our tense family dinner is now a party?
Quinn!
What a casually dressed surprise.
- Angela. - Hey, Ms. Pat.
Daddy said it would be just us.
Oh, he's still stuck at the office.
He didn't tell you that we're hosting a fundraiser?
No. I definitely would have remembered that.
Quinn.
Oh, my God. Is that Damien?
That is definitely Damien.
- He looks so good. - Girl, you messed up.
- Good to see you. - You too.
Oh, that's right. You two know each other.
Only from the entire year that we dated, Mom.
Well, say hello to his wife, Tina.
Oh, nice to...
meet the both of you!
[laughs]
Wow! The two of you. [laughs]
You look so... happy. You're so happy.
Everybody's happy!
[laughs] I'm gonna go now.
No, you're here now. You must meet Isabela.
Quinn.
Your mom has told me so much about you.
Mm. Any of it positive?
Quinn, this is Isabela Benítez-Santiago.
She will beat AOC's record
as the youngest member of Congress.
Um, I've got to win first, but...
Details. Isabela's an advocate
for people of color and poor people
and poor people of color, very intersectional.
I think she would make a wonderful mentor for you.
Great. I was literally just saying
how much I needed a mentor who was much younger.
So you said you have something to talk about.
Uh, well...
Oh, Quinn's business is failing,
and she needs money fast.
- Thank you. - I'm sorry, girl.
I can't think. Hot Damien has a pregnant wife.
[chuckles angrily]
Just a splash more gin. Uh-uh, big splash.
Pour it! Pour it! Pour it! Pour it!
Don't be greedy. It's not yours, come on.
For the love of God, just give her the whole bottle.
Oh, thanks, Mrs. J!
All right, so how much?
[clears throat] Well, it's just that the landlord
is suddenly raising the rent again, so...
$2,500.
Just a loving thought, dear...
instead of me giving you money to keep your business afloat
and then you turn around and give that money to charity,
why don't we just cut out the middleman,
and I write you a check for your charity?
But I'm a designer, Mom.
Of course you are.
But your father and I cannot be your only paying customers.
You're not.
I just need a little more seed money, and then...
And then and then and then...
Poor Quinn.
Now not so poor Quinn.
Damn, Quinn.
[sighs] The car is still nine minutes away.
Mm. I hope he's cute.
Did I tell you I blew my last Uber driver?
Yes, you did.
[laughter]
God, she's insufferable.
True, but she also wrote you a check.
With contempt... that is not a woman
who is happily supporting her daughter.
Yeah, but you got it.
And anytime someone gives you something for free,
you pay in listening to their shit about it.
And, sweetie, there are harder ways to earn $2,500.
[sighs] I know, I know.
And I recognize my privilege. I do, and I am grateful for it.
It's just, why has she always got to be such a fucking...
- Here's the real party. - Oh!
Hi. It was really great to meet you tonight.
You are almost worth risking jury duty to register to vote.
It's nice to meet you, too.
And your mom is so cool.
[both] Eh...
She raised a lot of money for me tonight.
Oh, well, that's because she really believes
in what it is you're trying to do, and that must be nice,
because I never seem to live up to her expectations, so...
- Mm. - That must suck.
But I guess a good part of coming from nothing
is no one ever expects anything, so...
Let's agree to fuck expectations
and just accept each other.
Ooh, my Uber's here. Ciao, ladies.
She really does make a wonderful mentor.
- [cell phone vibrates] - Car.
Ooh, if he's cute, do not cock-block me.
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
Mmm. That's some good wine.
- Hey. - Shayla, hi.
I actually have a meeting in a few, so...
Oh, I do, too.
So let's just get into this.
You are an amazing,
intelligent, phenomenal woman.
Look, let me stop you right there,
because you're the one who's phenomenal.
But I agree. You deserve someone better.
- I-it's not you. - It's me.
- And I really just need to... - Work on myself.
[both] And it seems we're just...
On two different paths right now.
Wait. Are you trying to break up with me?
It's gonna be okay.
You're obviously not happy, and you deserve someone better.
No, you're obviously not happy,
and you deserve someone better.
This is my move. I do this.
You're better off without me.
No. No, no. No, no, no, no, no.
I'm being selfless by letting you live without me.
I'm the one breaking up with myself for you.
But are you, though?
Oh, nuh-uh, no.
Hey, you don't get to make me the thirsty one.
No one said "thirsty."
Come on, now, you're better than this.
No! I'm not better than this! You are!
- Goodbye. - You goodbye. You goodbye!
Ciao! Poof! Be gone!
[sighs] Poor Tye.
I'm sorry you are taking this so hard.
Ah!
[stammering] I broke up with her!
Girl, who cares who said it first?
You wanted to break up with her anyway!
But that was my move! Fuck Shayla!
Actually, fuck anybody but Shayla.
[Angie] Now, you know what they say.
The best way to get over old pussy is new pussy.
Mm-hmm.
But, Angie, maybe they should stop
objectifying women as pussy.
I'm just saying.
It's 2021! Women are the new men.
Does that mean you all will stop returning my texts, too?
[laughter]
Listen, I'm just trying to get my confidence back.
I'm gonna find me a piece, smash her,
then smash my two-day-old beef and broccoli.
- [laughter] - I've aged it perfectly.
Ooh, and speaking of aged perfectly...
Ooh-wee!
[club music playing]
♪ ♪
Mm, mm, mm.
[Tye] Hey, sexy.
Hey, sexy, yourself.
[Quinn] And here we are...
three straight girls who could be somewhere else.
And where do you have to be?
It is Hometowns on The Bachelorette tonight.
Girl, why would you not lie and make up something cool?
Damn!
Oh, my God, she always does this.
Look at her go!
Every time we come with her to a gay club,
she always swears that she's gonna ride or die.
- Oh, she gonna ride. - Mm.
Jesus, it take me longer to order McDonald's.
Ooh, who want's McDonald's?
♪ Throw it back, give it back, back, yeah ♪
♪ Tag me in, I'ma tag back, yeah ♪
♪ Goin' 12 rounds, hittin' back to back ♪
♪ Only 12 rounds, can you handle that?
♪ Need a big dog for my tiny cat ♪
♪ From the windows to the walls to the welcome mat ♪
I never do this on the first night.
Me either, baby, but you're special.
Oh. Really?
Yeah. Focus.
♪ ♪
♪ Get some air, like whoo ♪
♪ Grab a chair, like whoo ♪
♪ Flip my hair, like whoo ♪
♪ Whoo, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Whoo, whoo, whoo ♪
♪ Get some air, like whoo ♪
[chuckles]
Hello...
Amy?
Allison?
What was her name?
Babe...
No.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Yo, did this bitch eat my beef and broccoli
and bounce?
What the fuck?
Aah!
♪ Keep it fresh, dope girls ♪
♪ Hop off the jet, and I'm feeling fresh ♪
Hi, Ian.
Ian, right?
Hi, Ian.
[sultry voice] Hi, Ian.
[deep voice] Hi, Ian.
♪ Girls rockin' Baby Phat, Dookie chain on... ♪
[giggles] Hi, Ian.
Hello.
Greetings. How's cooking school?
I hope it was worth it. [laughs]
I hope it was worth it.
What's good, my nigga? What's good, my nigga?
I'm doing very well, baby. [laughing and crying]
I'm not doing that well.
♪ Got a dope girl pose with my dope girl clothes ♪
Oh, Ian, what's up?
Hey!
♪ Yeah, dope girls ♪
Hey, Ian. What's up?
[cell phone vibrating]
♪ ♪
Hey, Robin.
I can't. I have this party thing I have to go to.
♪ ♪
One drink, sure.
[grunts]
I see somebody got the party started.
Hey.
You like tequila? I like tequila.
Mm. Mm, mm.
Ah. Oh, is that for me?
Oh, no.
I have to go to this engagement party afterwards.
Oh, that's sweet.
Hey, bartender.
- Another one, now. Yeah. Yeah. [bartender] Okay.
Coming right up.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Are we finally celebrating?
Are these the drinks
when you tell me I'm officially full-time?
In which case, this overpriced glass bowl is for you.
[bartender] Here you go.
These are the drinks where I tell you
that I just got suspended.
I'm out!
Wait, what?
- More shots, please. - [bartender] Coming right up.
- Wait. What happened? - Mm.
The future happened.
But instead of flying cars and vacations to the Moon,
we got trigger warnings
and the return of cloth diapers.
Okay, I'm not following. Why did they suspend you?
Because of what I said at the rally yesterday.
Or sort of said.
I was talking about how abortion isn't new.
There's always been ways
that women have controlled their ability to reproduce.
And someone shouts out, "Not all women can reproduce!"
And I said, "I mean biological women!"
Then someone shouts back,
"Biology's a Western construct!"
And I don't know what the fuck they're talking about.
All of a sudden, I'm in a debate about what is a woman,
what is not a woman,
which has nothing to do
with the speech that I was trying to make.
And then the Trans-women of America Association
sends out this statement that I should be publicly censured
for saying they weren't real women.
And then the Infertility Defense Fund
say I'm not taking their pain seriously.
And the Alliance for the Strategically Barren
says that I'm shaming them for not wanting children.
And then I get this letter from the SPCA...
[crying] ...that says I'm not allowed
to adopt a dog for the next five years.
You could still get a cat?
No one wants a cat, Camille!
These mass-rally things, they go sideways so fast.
I'm sorry.
Shit.
They're putting in my replacement next week.
About the promotion...
Wait.
So what does this mean for my future?
I don't know, Camille.
But whatever it is, I promise you,
it's looking a whole shitload better than mine.
Hey, hey. Más... más tequila.
[bartender] Two more coming up.
- Here you go. - Thanks.
[♪ Celine Dion: "My Heart Will Go On" playing]
♪ ♪
[clears throat]
[indistinct chatter]
♪ ♪
[Brittany] Camille!
- Hi! - Hey!
[both laughing]
How romantic is this?
Paul and I watch Titanic at least once a week.
Yes.
But doesn't he die in the end?
Please don't bring any negative energy into my party.
No, of course not.
Okay.
But to that end, I got this really weird,
uh, bad work news,
and so I wanted to say congratulations,
and I wanted to drop this off to you.
Oh, so you came to my engagement party
to tell me you don't want to come to my engagement party.
No! No, no! I... I want to be here.
- It's just... - Oh, good!
I was just telling our spiritual advisor
there are two people I want to see tonight, you and...
Oh...
Ian! Aah!
- Aah! - Ah, Ian!
♪ ♪
[squealing]
Fuck.
♪ ♪
I'm proud of you.
♪ ♪
Camille.
[sultry music]
♪ ♪
Camille.
Ian!
Hi.
Um, ah... [chuckles awkwardly]
- Oh, that's awkward. - [both laugh]
Uh, sorry.
I wasn't sure of the proper, you know, etiquette.
- Right, right, or ex-tiquette. - [both laugh]
You know, because we're exes, so...
That's what we are.
Yeah. It was stupid.
Um, so, hi.
Uh, how... how long you visiting for?
Oh, no, I'm back now, for good.
Oh, wow.
Ah, no luck finding the loo.
Oh, okay.
Um, Camille, this is Mira.
- Mira, Camille. - You're gorgeous.
Okay, I have needed to pee the entire Uber here.
Have you seen a bathroom?
Ah, um, thank you. [chuckles awkwardly]
I mean, no, I haven't seen the bathroom.
I, um, um... [snaps fingers]
I was just saying thank you for saying that I'm gorgeous.
You're stunning.
[giggles] You're sweet.
Ian?
Uh, yeah, let's... let's go find you a bathroom.
Uh, we'll catch up in a bit?
Yeah. Yeah. Just try to stop me.
[laughs] Till we catch up later.
I'm just... Okay, stop talking, Camille.
[cell phone vibrating]
Girl, I was literally just about to call you.
- Ian brought a date. - [Tye] Oh, no.
On a scale from zero to Rihanna, how bad we talking?
She's fucking British, Tye.
Oh, he got him a Kate Middleton.
[Camille] He's not just here for the party.
He's here for good.
But it's not good. I ran away again.
I'm... I'm hiding in the kitchen.
I'm that basic bitch.
Do you need me to come save you?
No, no, no.
I just need to make my getaway.
Oh, God, he's been standing by the exit forever.
As soon as he moves, I am literally running.
And you know what else?
I think I might lose my promotion, too.
Like, what is going on?
This has to be that Saturn thing on my hand.
Oh, no. This is bad.
You're giving credence to my cousin's palm reading?
But something definitely is up.
You know that piece I left the club with?
She ate me out, ate my food, and then she dipped!
No note, no text, no nothing.
Who the fuck does she think she is, me?
There you are!
- Hey! - Ah, game time!
Please join us for a super-fun round
of Who Knows Brittany Best?
I do! [laughs]
You do!
- [laughs] - Yeah.
Okay, okay.
[cook] Cheese puffs are ready!
[sighs] I have to get out of here.
[Tye] Just breathe.
Don't get all Camille about this.
[exhales sharply] Right.
What?
[bridesmaid] Let's try this again.
This'll be the one.
What is Brittany's favorite Bette Midler movie?
No, Paul! Fuck you!
How do you not remember
my favorite Bette Midler movie is Beaches?
You told me it was Hocus...
Phew.
- [sighs] - [door closes]
[distant siren wailing]
Where you going?
Oh.
Hi.
Um, I, um, have this thing that I have to do, so...
[chuckles] No, you don't.
No, I don't, but this party sucks.
It's Paul and Brittany. What do you expect?
[both chuckle]
Of course you're out here getting high.
Oh, relax. It's legal now.
No, it's not.
You sound like my mother.
How is Regina?
Still always asking about you.
Here.
You ain't gonna get arrested.
[whistles]
Hold on, hold on. Easy there, tiger.
- [coughing] - [chuckles]
Yeah, I feel like the last time I was really high was with you.
- No. - Yeah.
Yeah?
Uh, Britt and Paul's game night.
Mm.
Remember that? Oh, my gosh!
Can you imagine how absurd their wedding's gonna be?
Like, I think I heard something about stilt walkers.
Oh, Jesus.
Yeah, I'm definitely gonna have to fake an illness
to get out of that.
- I almost did that tonight. - Yeah, me too.
You know I saw you the other night?
At a open mic. I just didn't say anything.
Really?
[scoffs] That's weird.
Why didn't you say anything?
I just, uh...
I don't know.
Seeing you was...
I don't know. I just kind of got overwhelmed, you know?
- Yeah. - I got so much to say,
I don't even know where to start.
I mean, I was hoping you'd be here tonight, though.
You look good.
Thanks. So do you.
Like I remember.
Except for you cut your hair.
- Mm. You like it? - [chuckles]
[♪ Snoh Aalegra: "I Want You Around"]
Yeah. It, um, it suits you.
Thanks.
♪ ♪
Um, I should probably go, because I have,
uh, this work and stuff I have to get to, so...
- Yeah, I'm gonna, um, go. - Stay...
if you want.
♪ I want you around ♪
- ♪ Around ♪ - ♪ Around ♪
♪ I want you around ♪
- ♪ Around ♪ - ♪ Around ♪
♪ I want you around ♪
[door opens]
You done smoking? Ah.
The party games are over.
Ended in a lot of tears.
It was hilarious. [laughs]
This one despises games.
[both chuckle]
Oh, is that right?
[giggles]
Um, so I'll... I will see you guys later.
- Okay, nice to meet you. - [both] Yeah.
- Bye. - Bye.
[Mira] Oh, my gosh.
I am so ready to dance.
- [Ian] Yeah? - [Mira giggles]
[conversation continues indistinctly]
[door closes]
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Oh, oh ♪
♪ I talk a lot of shit ♪
♪ Yeah, I talk a lot of shit ♪
♪ Make it look easy for me to fall back ♪
♪ But I be full of it, I'm the first one to admit ♪
♪ I ain't really over you like that ♪
♪ No ♪
♪ I miss you, I miss you ♪
♪ I be scrollin' through your page and all that ♪
♪ I miss you, yeah, I miss you ♪
♪ My feelings never made a move ♪
♪ But I'm trying to convince... ♪
[doorbell buzzes]
♪ ...myself to forget about it, forget about it ♪
♪ I'ma forget about it ♪
♪ Already told myself that I could live without it ♪
[doorbell buzzes]
♪ I'ma live without it, aw ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm over, over, over, over you ♪
♪ I'm over, over... ♪
Hey.
I was gonna give you a call, but you changed your number.
Yeah. I was, uh, I was getting all these calls from China.
Well, actually, they could have been from anywhere,
but the person who was calling was speaking Chinese,
which I don't know, so I didn't know what she wanted.
Yeah, I was getting them so much that I even thought
about learning Chinese, just so I could tell this woman
I'm not who she's looking for,
but that seemed like a lot of effort.
Am I still talking about this?
I got to get something off my chest.
Wait.
Me first.
I also saw you at open mic.
And I was afraid to say hi...
because I might not just say hi.
I might kiss you,
like I did
and say I made a mistake.
I know it. My friends know it.
None of us say it, but...
...it was a mistake.
I should have at least tried.
I shouldn't have let the distance keep us
from being together.
[chuckles] And now that you're back...
...I think we should give us another shot.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[chuckles] Okay.
I just poured out my heart to you.
It's your turn. It's called reciprocity.
Say something.
[chuckles] Um, Camille...
Yes.
...uh,
...I'm engaged.
♪ ♪