Previously on Harlem...
- Hi. - You are about to have
the greatest interview of your career.
Isabela dumped me.
So you're gay now?
I'm still trying to figure it out, okay?
I'm sorry, I...I don't think I can do this.
I'm gonna fulfill my contractual commitment,
and then after that I must go.
That's actually fair.
My ex wants all my money.
Half? You must be crazy.
Are you willing to risk everything to save half?
I don't like sharing control.
I very much like a woman who is in control.
Let the adventure begin.
I don't know if I can have kids.
Cami, shit.
I don't even know how to tell Ian.
What, I'm just supposed to drop this on him too?
Drop what on me?
to my loose ends
Drop what on me?
Uh, uh, women stuff.
Uh, you know, NuvaRing.
- Vaginal discharge. - Mm-hmm.
- You know... - My period.
You know, blood clots.
Mm-hmm. Oh, like that episode
of I May Destroy You with the guy just
- playing with the blood clot. - Mm-hmm.
There are ceremonies around blood flow
in different cultures all around the world,
and you know some...
Speaking of ceremonies,
this one's about to get started.
I'm going to grab our seats?
Um, yes.
I'll let you all, uh, bond about the blood.
- Yes. - Funny!
Whew.
Tragically, the fastest way to clear a room of men
is to talk about the inner workings of a vagina.
Girls, where is Quinn?
She's not here yet?
No, and we were supposed to start 10 minutes ago.
I'll text her right now.
Uh, maybe her interview ran late.
What interview?
Um, she wanted to surprise you, but Vogue.
I would ask one of you to stand in,
but I don't want to embarrass you in your casual dress.
I guess you didn't get the memo.
Cocktail formal.
It's okay, you're forgiven.
Did she not hear "Vogue," or...
Casual?
Uh, casual?
Girl.
Quinn, where are you?
This is fucking Alexander McQueen.
You got to be kidding me!
fucking day
I'm supposed to say
what I 'posed to say
a shitty fucking day
think I'm fine
a shitty fucking...
Although it gets a bad rap as one of the deadly sins,
from an anthropological standpoint,
pride can be good, even vital.
In the '60 and '70s,
"Black is Beautiful" became a rallying cry,
expressing pride in the way that Black people looked
from our hair, to our noses,
to our brown skin.
This week, we'll be celebrating pride in a parade
up Fifth Avenue.
I want you to come tomorrow with a historical example
of when pride was good for a culture,
when it was bad,
and when it was decidedly both.
Camille, hey.
Jameson, what are you...
I've been calling and texting and trying
to get a hold of you.
Oh, that is so weird,
because I haven't gotten anything.
Yeah, you don't have to do that.
You've either been blocking me or ignoring me.
I'm not sure which I should be hoping for.
Yeah, it's just, after everything that happened,
I just didn't want to give any, you know,
false impressions,
because Ian and I are together.
Yep, no, I totally remember that part.
This is actually about work.
Yeah, you know back when you were trying to find ways
to impress Dr. Pruitt to get tenure,
you know, when we were a couple and happy,
I actually applied for a grant in both our names.
Wait, wha...
You did that without talking to me?
Well, yeah, I figured, you know, a high-profile grant
would impress her, but I didn't want you to be disappointed
if it didn't work out.
But it worked out.
We got the grant, the McNeill Grant.
Wait, are you... are you serious?
As serious as a breakup.
25 grand to put together a presentation
on the role of Black mothers in society.
So you know, you would do
the anthropological cultural context,
and I'd handle the current implication
on our urban centers.
So what do you think?
I can't. I'm...
The whole tenure thing didn't work out,
and I'm actually looking for a new teaching position, so...
Even better.
This would totally beef up your resume.
No, no, no, you... you got the grant,
and you should do it without me.
Are you sure?
Yeah, I'm so sure.
I mean, I know that you are gonna kill it.
- Okay, um, well,
if you change your mind, feel free to unblock me
and let me know.
I did not block you.
Then feel free to unignore me.
Okay, well, um, good luck with the grant and things,
and, you know, with life and afterlife.
And actually, I need my purse, computer,
wallet, keys, and yeah, so.
- I'm also... - Yeah, no.
I'm not following you.
No, I'm sorry.
I'm going to...I actually have to go this way.
Okay, so I'm going to go that way.
See you, Camille. - Yep, see you.
Tye.
Plant lady Amy.
Hi.
Happy Pride.
Is it?
You know, I'm having a really bad day.
Like one of those days where you fuck up so bad and instead
of getting to slink off quietly,
you have to go to the Red Table Talk
and have Jada sprinkle enlightenment dust on it.
But before that moment when you're
still just feeling like shit.
Specific.
What did you do?
Nothing, except losing half of everything
in a fucking divorce.
Oh, shit.
I'm so sorry.
I went through a divorce myself.
It is a soul-sucking rocket ride to hell.
At least, I got custody of my daughter.
Well, I'm not even getting custody of my shoes.
Half of everything.
Why don't you come by the store later?
And in honor of Pride and to cheer you up,
I want to gift you with a rainbow orchid.
You know, your continued faith in my plant
parenting skills is admirable.
A little scary, but admirable.
Oh, I have no faith.
Everybody kills orchids.
But this way when you do, it won't seem so sad.
I'm being reduced to pity plants?
The tragedy of time must turn around!
Can I give you a hug, Tye?
My ex-husband might take half of that,
but I deserve nice things.
Yes, you do!
See you. I'm coming to get that orchid.
Bye.
Quinn!
Presenting a Quinn Joseph Pride original.
What do you think?
I not only taste the rainbow,
I touch, hear, see
and smell it too.
Too much?
Oh, girl, like me, it is so over the top,
it doubles back around to just right.
I just want my first Pride to be memorable.
First? Bitch, every year since we met,
we go and bump into all of your high school boyfriends.
I mean, my first as a part of the community.
Oh, got it.
Well, anyway, voilà.
Good news.
You are gifting me with my own luggage?
I'm borrowing your luggage.
I'm gifting you with my departure.
What?
Eric got cast as Chip in a touring production
of Beauty and the Beast.
Brother has cornered the market on singing teacups.
He needs a subletter for 10 weeks,
and I'm getting that Hallmark job money.
So wait, wait, what, you're moving out?
Like now?
It's just temporary.
But I'm now a full-ass rent-paying,
job-having, grown woman,
which we both know I have needed to be.
Okay, cool.
Great. Come on.
We're going to be late.
You've been wanting me to grow up and move out.
I thought you'd be happy.
I am happy. See?
Happy, happy, happy.
Okay, well, after brunch and before the parade,
we just need to swing by Eric's so I can drop off some stuff.
He's on the way.
No.
Hm?
No.
My Pride is not gonna be about moving you.
Do it tomorrow.
I kind of have to go today
because he's giving me keys,
and he wants to show me
what to do with his cat,
but then it's me and you and Pride...
After we stop and get a Mophie pack.
I cannot risk a dead battery.
The guy from Central Park is going to call today.
And I like this guy. He's hot and sweet.
When does that combo ever work?
I know, I know, waiting for a man to call is not my thing.
But let me tell you the whole urban cowboy part,
where I masterfully rode both a man and a Citi Bike.
Angie, stop.
Can I please just have one day where it's not all about you?
What is up with you?
Because ever since your little Vogue interview,
you have been a real B-I-T-C-cunt.
This is not about Vogue.
Okay?
All I wanna do today is just have fun at Pride.
But instead I have to listen to how you're moving out,
and now you are fucking some guy that you're probably
not even going to remember his name next week,
but now we're waiting for him to call you,
which means that my day is gonna be about waiting
for him to call you.
No.
I just need today to be a happy day,
not one where I'm expected
to put myself on the back burner
for your nonsense.
So me growing up, new man, new home, is nonsense?
You spend the day with your community,
and maybe I find some new community, too.
- Well, good. - Good.
- Gucci good.
Yeah, yeah, my Gucci good.
And don't you dare slam the door when you walk out.
Slow slam.
Bitch.
What did Ian say about Jameson
coming to your classroom?
Uh, no, I didn't mention it.
Ian is still stressing about the whole Mira
money wedding thing.
Admittedly, I'm new to how love works,
but you're lying about your eggs,
lying about your ex.
You don't need Google Maps to see where this is going.
I am not lying.
I am just withholding unnecessary information
about seeing Jameson.
And with the whole fertility stuff,
I just...
I need to sort through my feelings
before I share them.
Do I want kids?
Have I ever wanted kids?
Or am I just socialized to think that all women
are supposed to want children?
Maybe I am just supposed to be the auntie
with the really nice clothes that the kids can't touch.
I can't answer that either, and I'm freezing my eggs.
But I think because you all discussed
having some ashy-ass rug rats running around, at some point,
you should start the conversation now.
Ignoring the situation does not make it go away.
Trust me and half my goddamn bank account
on that one. What?
OMG, look at what the cat ate, choked on, and regurgitated.
Do you guys like?
I made it myself.
Oh, then we know who to blame.
Oh, come on, we all have our own LGBTQIA+ identity.
Yes, and yours is UGLY+.
- Stop it. - Sorry.
Is your entire party here?
Yes.
Oh, did Angie have
an audition or something?
No. She's housesitting,
or subletting, or whatever.
Honestly, I don't know. She's fine.
Can we not spend all morning talking about her?
Except for it was three seconds,
and one question.
Sorry, it's just that this is my first Gay Pride
being a part of the community,
and I'm super excited.
And I just need this to be a positive, fun day.
Quinn, are you okay?
Yes, oh, my gosh, I'm totally okay.
Oh, Tye, I was wondering if maybe you might help me
set up a profile on your app before the parade.
Potential love is waiting.
Wow, you're over Isabela already?
Uh, yah.
Oh, my God, I'm all about moving forward.
Does your app have a bi section or questioning?
My app has a box for every kind of box.
Ooh, found it.
Ah, new love, here we come.
Aw, this Vogue interview has given us
our optimistic Quinn back.
Yes, and it is all going my way.
Why is Dr. Pruitt calling me on a Sunday?
I do not want to deal with work today, okay?
And technically, I quit, so I don't need
to impress her anymore.
Okay, I am running out the clock on Columbia,
- so fuck Dr. Pruitt. - Okay then.
But then again, I might need her for a job recommendation.
- Hi, Dr. Pruitt? - What just happened?
Camille, how soon can you get to my house?
Today is Pride, so I actually was gonna...
Oh, great.
15 minutes sounds perfect. Listen, it's an emergency.
Bring your laptop and all the Seneca Village research
you have.
Uh, is...is everything oka...
H-hello?
Oh, shit.
I gotta go, you guys.
No, but Pride!
I know, I know, I'm sorry,
and I hope that this doesn't take too long.
I will find you guys at the parade,
or I will see you later at Tye's party.
- Mm-hmm. - Okay.
Bye.
Aren't we lucky that we're our own bosses?
So lucky.
And even luckier
that we get to be queer bosses
together at the parade.
Uh, yeah, fuck, no.
I have pride. Not a fan of the parade.
Oh, but please! I want you to be my guide.
Okay, sure.
Lesson number one: you should have gone
to the Dyke March and Harlem Pride.
Today is going to be a hot, crowded mess
of shirtless, mostly white men, who are all drunk.
With this Brandon shit, I am not in the mood.
Oh, but please, come on.
'Cause with me, you're gonna have so much fun.
And also, don't you have your big Q anniversary party
- down there, anyway? - Which I should cancel.
Why promote a business I'm about to lose half of?
Sorry, no.
Tye, I don't want to get into it,
and please do not ask any questions,
or please do not tell Camille,
but I have had a very hard few days.
I just need a friend and a really fun day.
You're serious.
Normally I would not ask, but with Angie gone,
I would just get back into bed.
Of course.
You know I got you.
And I won't press it, but if you ever need to talk...
I don't need to talk. I just need fun.
Okay, and you're sure Pride is the fun you want?
Yes. You and me and Pride.
Girl, you done lost your goddamn mind.
You look like a Cuervo lady.
Try some Cuervo, special Pride tequila.
Oh, my God, thank you!
Come on, gay tequila.
Damn.
All right, sí se puede, let's go.
You don't know where he got that from.
Excuse you.
We need to celebrate our Pride spirit.
Come on, take a picture with me,
'cause I wanna remember how much fun we're having!
Mwa!
Trust me, I will never forget how much fun I'm having.
You know what you are?
You are the Grinch who Stole Pride Spirit.
Stop saying "Pride Spirit."
"Pride Spirit" is just pride.
How do you know
if you don't even have it?
- Okay. - Ooh, titties.
It's okay, I'm gay.
No, it's not. On behalf of all women,
it's really not.
Oh, my God, I see what you're talking about
with these drunk gay white men.
Yes, it's why I'm having
the Q Anniversary Party tonight.
We need some melanin, stat.
Happy Pride, ladies.
Oh, happy Pride Spirit!
I love my gay son.
- Oh, yay! - It's okay. It's okay.
Oh, I'm having so much fun.
I'm not having any fun.
Quinn.
Quinn, tell me what is going on.
I just...I...
oh, thank you, fair maiden!
Fly away. Happy Pride Spirit!
All right, "celebrate Pride with the founders
of the new preeminent queer POC dating app."
Tye, they stole your idea.
- What the fuck? - Uh-uh, oh, hell no.
We got to sue, girl.
We got to issue a cease and d...
something.
Girl, I should have ate.
Yes, I'ma sue the fuck...
but why?
Why am I fighting to protect something
that's not even mine anymore?
Oh, my God, yes.
This is the solution.
Brandon can't have half if there's nothing to have.
I will shut Q down and start over.
So fuck Brandon.
It's a wrap.
Today is RIP Q.
R-S, T-U-V,
W-X, Pride and Z.
Ho, Pride!
Surprise!
Quinn. Quinn.
Hurry up.
Your cat is freaking me out, Eric.
What do you want?
You just sit there all day and do nothing,
looking mildly over it,
and wait for everyone to cater to you.
- Oh, shit, am I a cat?
And I know it's not the biggest deal,
but I really like this guy.
And I don't get why Quinn had to be so mean about it.
Done.
This teacup is ready for Europe.
Okay.
Honey, we are flying coach in here.
Cats...
Relax, he's gonna call you.
I know.
I just don't have any bars in here.
You also have no view, no AC,
and after 10:00 p.m., no hot water.
Let's do something.
If we wait here until you have to go to the airport,
I'm just gonna stare at my phone.
And then I'm the bitch who's waiting on a man to call.
We could have sex for old time's sake.
We could, but then again, no bars if he calls.
Well, fuck him.
That's what I wanna do.
Oh, let's go walk around the parade.
We can post on your little TikTok
and make Quinn jealous of all the fun we're having.
Not the biggest fan of shirtless white guys.
That's just another thing we have in common.
Facts.
But last year I was in New York, why not?
Let's go.
- Okay, thank you. - Okay.
- Whoa, watch the table now. - Okay, I'm gonna
- put my butt... - Watch it.
This way, all right.
This is too much ass for your apartment, honey.
No, I don't know the three-digit code.
'Cause I don't have the card.
I didn't open the account.
I'm going to look into this.
Please hold.
Yes, I'll hold.
God, I better not still be in the middle of this.
I better be in the middle of wrapping this up.
One more second.
Can you please hold?
Yes, I'll hold, again.
Did you bring my Diet Coke?
I texted you.
Text, right, um,
I think I actually left my phone at home
when I was getting my work, so I can go back.
Yes, but that would leave me sitting here and waiting,
and waiting is not my thing.
- Copy. - Did I just get
a waft of liquor on your breath?
No. That is brunch champagne.
It's not actually alcohol.
Well, let's leave that conversation
for you and your sponsor at some future 12-step meeting.
Hello, ma'am?
Hello, look, sir,
I don't have a 16-digit number on the card
because I don't have the card.
I didn't open the account.
- Do you understand what the... -
...fuck! God damn it!
Hello?
This is not happening.
Uh, what is not happening?
Do you remember my TA, Aisha?
Yes, I really liked her. I thought she did a good...
She's an endless nightmare.
- Endless. - Right.
Turns out Aisha from Belize was, in fact,
a white girl named Beth from Ohio.
You got Dolezaled?
She not only stole our cultural identity,
but she stole my personal identity.
This bitch opened four credit cards in my name.
- Oh, no. - And the worst thing is
that she plagiarized
the part of the research that I was responsible for
on our Seneca Village project.
Wow.
So I guess maybe not having me in charge
was, like, not the best idea.
And even less of a good idea is blaming me
with a side of "I told you so."
That's fair.
So we need to audit all her research,
pull everything, and I have to figure out
how I can explain this to the dean
without admitting I made a mistake in who I hired.
I'm sorry.
But you know what?
I am here now.
I really wish that made me feel better.
We also have to move fast, because I have
a very important dinner tonight, okay?
Okay, um, so I can start by compiling some lists:
one of what we have, one of what is missing,
and then we can start brainstorming
on some new angles for what we can salvage.
Great start. And Camille...
It's okay. There's no need to thank me.
I wasn't going to.
I do need that Diet Coke, because my head
feels like it's gonna explode
in a million fucking pieces.
Right. Right.
Um, okay, I can make this...
I'll do that.
I'm shutting down Q, effective immediately.
Call me.
Complimentary queer vodka, courtesy of Absolut Pride.
Ooh, thank you!
Do you think you should be drinking?
- Mmm. - Okay.
Oh, my God, queer vodka tastes just like straight vodka.
- No! - Yay, equality!
Oh, my gosh, it's so nice that so many alcohol companies
support Pride Spirit.
Or is that weird?
Should I...should we be drinking this much?
Oh, my God.
Mom?
She has barely said a word to me since I told her,
and now she is here?
Bitch, hold my drink.
But Quinn... Quinn!
Mom.
Quinn!
You look like Rainbow Brite shit on a piece of muslin.
I'm sorry.
They serve a lot of alcohol here.
Mommy, what are you doing here?
Oh, Isabela asked me to help out.
She's here?
On a break.
And for whatever it's worth, I want you to know
I told Isabela she made a big mistake with you.
Especially now that you're going to be in Vogue.
Mom, can I have a hug?
No, we're not here for that.
We hug all the time.
We do?
Yes. You shoo.
There's a line of men wanting a mommy.
I'll hug you next weekend.
Hi.
She's not gonna hug me next weekend.
No, probably not.
But I will.
Are you ready to talk now?
Don't we have your Q party to go to?
Shit, fuck!
Okay, so we still have the stuff
from the AME Zion Church.
What if we came from the angle of the Black church
being a foundation?
Not so much from a religious standpoint,
but more from property owning,
and how they also empowered their members
to purchase lots in Seneca Village.
That's actually a good idea.
Even when you're giving me a compliment,
I feel like I should apologize.
Well, that's more on you than me.
Now, enough talk.
I need this done and you gone before my dinner.
It...it smells really good.
I didn't know that you cooked.
My boyfriend cooks, too.
He's...he's a chef.
You...you would like him.
- Maybe not.
Excuse me.
Hey, I'm making your gumbo.
But...but you said you could today.
Okay, no, okay,
just slow...slow down.
Why are you talking so fast?
I'm not accusing you of anything.
I was looking forward to...
Okay, why don't we reschedule it now?
Well, no, because if we wait,
it's gonna be months before we...
oh, come on.
You can make an exception for your mother.
Pick a day.
I'll make it work.
No, I can.
You are really talking fast.
Do I need to come and get you?
Angela?
I, uh...didn't know that you had a child.
Well, now you do.
My mom flakes on me all the time,
so I know how this feels.
No, you don't.
You don't know how this feels.
And any instinct you have to say something right now,
fight it.
Hello, Dean Matthews.
No, it is a bit of a mess.
Today?
Right now?
Yes, sure.
Sure, I'll be...I'll be there.
So as it turns out,
I would've had to cancel my dinner
to go stand before this firing squad
anyway.
It all worked out.
- I'll go with you. - What?
Look, I'm leaving Columbia anyway.
I'm happy to take the blame.
And, um, any instinct you have to say something, fight it.
Yo.
Everybody hands up high
Camille?
Everybody hands up high
in the sky, uh...
that beep beep
with strangers
so my best friend's a banker
so you know I'm shorting out
the party is jumpin'
some convincin'
hands up high
Is this my phone?
Hey, Quinn, it's Ian.
Ian who?
Walker, Camille's Ian.
Have you, uh...
No, we're at Tye's Q party.
Camille's not here.
She had some very...
...important things to do.
Okay, bye-bye.
Yeah, I bet she does.
I think Ian and Camille just called.
Well, call them back and tell them not to bother coming.
I'm just gonna announce the end of Q anyway.
I don't even wanna be here.
But it's your party.
The party is over.
It's all bullshit.
I don't wanna be reminded of my fuck-ups,
and that's all Q will be now.
Might as well make it official.
I took a loss then I bounced back
doubled that...
Excuse me, you're Tye Reynolds, right?
I'm sort of busy.
Wait, Tye.
Hey, everybody.
Um, I have some news I'd like to...
What the fuck?
My Paula says she wants to thank you,
so please let her thank you.
Sorry.
Go ahead. Thank me.
I heard about this party, and I wanted to meet you,
even though Pride sucks and the Dyke March yesterday
is way better.
I am 56 years old.
I live in the middle of the woods,
and I resolved myself to a lonely life.
But my nephew got me a month on your app,
and I answered some questions, and my Mae
answered some questions,
and it said that we should meet,
and we did.
And I am not lonely in the woods anymore.
You did that.
And it wouldn't be right to not say thank you.
- Sorry, Tye.
What were you going to say?
Um...
You know what?
Q thanks you too.
Happy fucking Pride, people!
- Hi. - ...so much.
- Hi. - Of course.
Wow.
Oh, my God.
Thank you. Wow.
Relax. He's going to call you.
I know.
But what if he doesn't?
You're Angie.
You're funny.
You're engaging.
And as someone who has had sex with you,
I promise he will call.
Mm, you call right away.
Shit, they all call right away.
But not Mike.
Fuck, I do not wanna become the "waits for a man
to call" bitch.
Ah, then focus on something else.
You are too special to feel bad about yourself.
Aw, you are the best ex a girl could ask for.
Ditto, sister.
Oh, shit, I am at 5%!
We passed a phone store. We can go in there and charge.
Oh, but it's your last few hours in New York.
Have fun. We'll catch up later.
- Okay, girl. - Bye, baby.
Excuse me.
Oh, shit, 4%.
Move, move, out of my way!
I have to get to a phone store!
Oh, shit!
Quinn, I owe you an apology and a thank-you.
Pride Spirit is real, girl, and I caught that shit.
Now, tell me: what is going on?
Vogue.
What about it?
Oh, my God, they're here.
Did you invite the Vogue crew?
I think.
My publicist made the guest list.
Oh, shit, girl. Sorry, I gotta go.
Oh. okay.
- Oh, shit, shit, shit, shit.
Sorry, sorry, are you okay?
- Sorry. - Hey, Quinn.
No, no, please, don't talk to me, thank you.
It's not our fault your interview got canceled.
Cancelled?
You son of a bitch!
Oh, my God!
Help! Security!
Hey, what's going on in there?
Get off me! Get off me!
Leave me alone!
Oh, you gonna throw me out the back door?
No, get your hands off of me.
Thank you very much.
Okay.
Oh, y'all want to film this?
I'm glad y'all are filming this.
So I have proof when I sue everybody.
Wait.
Ma'am, walk away.
Go guard a painting or some shit.
Okay, bothering me.
Oh, shit, what?
Oh, we running.
Quinn!
Quinn, is that you?
Girl!
Oh, my God. - Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
I am so happy to see you, girl.
I am so sorry about what happened this morning.
I have had the worst day ever.
Bitch, you are telling me.
I forgive you.
Oh, do you have a Mophie?
Always.
And once again, Quinn saves the day.
Thank you, baby.
Now why was your day so bad?
Oh, my gosh, girl, I just saw the...
- Oh!
Oh! Oh, my God, I knew it.
I knew he would call.
Hey, Mikey.
Oh, one second.
Are you okay?
It's okay, I promise you.
You go answer your call.
I know you've been waiting for him all day.
I'll see you at... oh, shit, I moved out.
You did. All good.
I promise.
I am gonna have a good rest of the day.
Hey...
We'll catch up later.
Ugh.
But sometimes pride is about protecting ego
at all costs.
My man.
We need to talk.
At those times, pride can do
unimaginable damage.
Load me in a can and hit you with the damage
how I move
be rainy like Seattle
break the shackles
I roll in the weeds
I'm bobbing and weaving
into my reach
and hit you with the damage
how I move
like it's NFL
"What that smell?"
my reach
with the damage
how I move