02x02 - Dreams Do Come True at Afropunk, b*tch.

[bunniefuu]

[mellow pop music playing]

Huh. Who knew you could
make a whole-a*s scarf

from just taking a couple of
pictures of tiles in Italy?

- It's almost worth the heartbreak.
- [Marley] Don't talk about exes, b*tch.

We're all finally single.

Hoo! Anyways, who's
ready for some Afropunk?

- Yes!
- Yeah, yeah!

Okay, Marley, I
think you are done.

- Let me see.
- Corporate tribal, as you requested.

You look good.

True.

- And you look good.
- [Mavis] Wait, hold up.

Where is the lost and found box?

I'm looking for a lie
'cause you look good.

[Marley] Well, hold up.

I'm getting an email from everybody,
and guess what it's saying?

You look good.

Hold up now. I am getting a
phone call from our ancestors.

Hello, what's up? They want me
to tell you that you look good!

What's up? What about me?

Yeah, you look approachable.

- You're here.
- Yeah.

Hold on, my phone
is also ringing.

It's our ancestors.
That's crazy.

Uh, they said y'all gotta
be nice to me today.

We're always nice to you.

What up, fam bam? Ah! [chuckles]

Love what you've
done with the place.

Jade, what are you doing here?
You don't live here anymore.

Oh, so I can't be places
I don't live anymore?

[scoffs] You're crazy.

Jade, what all you need?

Thanks for asking.
So, huge news.

Barry and I, we're taking
it to the next level,

so you know what that means?

No, but I feel like
you're gonna tell me.

- We're upgrading our coochie time.
- Oh God.

So I came to pick up my third-generation
wooden dildo because it's love!

[chuckles] You can kiss
the tip for good luck.

That's what my mom always said. All
right, I'm out of here, you guys.

I'll see you at African
American Punk with my people.

Oh God.

- I've been using that as a pepper grinder.
- Ew!

- b*tch, that's why I never eat here.
- b*tch, I gotta stop eating here.

[funky beat playing]

♪ Okay One time for the
big girls in the crowd ♪

♪ Hey! Hear me now ♪

♪ Go on, sis, yeah Show
'em how to work it out ♪

[echoing] ♪ My price
goin' up All the way up ♪

♪ And my whole crew in the cut ♪

- ♪ My price goin' up, all the way up... ♪
- [Mavis squeals]

This is so exciting!

My first Afropunk as a vendor.

They told me this
spot was the sh*t.

They should've said
where you take a sh*t.

Well, well, well, at least it's
guaranteed foot traffic, right?

Thank you for
keeping it positive.

Khalil, Marley, this is my
assistant for the day, Nala.

- So nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

Miss Marley.

Don't do that.

I don't speak Ice Spice.

Sorry. She don't
like young people.

Or old people. Or
old people her age.

I'm not mad. Villain era.
Grah! Are you serious?

These are so cunty.

Like, rip my lymph nodes out
and turn them into marble,

that level of cuntography.

Okay. Thank you?

Oh my God, Mavis.

- Hey!
- [Bruce] Hey! Hi.

Oh, look at your n*pples.

Did you trek all the way to this side of
the festival just... to support my booth?

- Uh...
- Uh...

- Yeah, Ma... Yes.
- [Bruce's friend] Excuse us.

b*tch, are we still in Brooklyn?

'Cause I got all my steps in
walking to this damn booth.

Really. I mean, how are folks
supposed to know we're here?

Marley, if the people ain't coming
to us, we gotta go to the people!

I got some flyers, you guys.
What am I, the big-titty Rustin?

Yes, I am. Just
with better teeth.

And what's she gonna be doing? Just
sitting over there clickety-clackin'?

I actually just set up an account
for the booth on Instagram,

tagged Afropunk in the video showcasing
Mavis, and they just shared it.

So I'm reposting their story to
drive a little traffic on our page.

- That way...
- Mavis, shut her off.

Just don't make eye
contact. You'll be okay.

Come on, you guys.

[Khalil] Give me some.

- Here you go.
- Yeah.

[hip-hop music playing]

Hey. Hey, boo. Styled by Mavis.

- Like that 'fit, bro.
- Hey. [chuckles]

- Everybody's so fly, right?
- I know. It's crazy.

- Only if you want. Styled by Mavis.
- Look at this. You get two, boo.

- Yes!
- Yes! Hunty!

[Khalil] What's up,
love? How you doing?

Come on, leave-in conditioner.
I know you better get it.

[Khalil] What's good?

- This is so cool.
- Mavis. We did it.

- We made it to Afropunk.
- We did.

Ayo! Dreams come
true at Afropunk.

That's Mavis right
there. Check Mavis out.

Styled by Mavis.
Booth by the bathroom.

Hi. Styled by Mavis. Booth
by the bathroom. [chuckles]

- Mm.
- Kate and Leopold?

Yeah?

You know your cigars.

I do.

It smells like

my dad and uncles arguing
in the living room.

Well, I'm not one
to share my cigars,

but for a beautiful woman,
I can make an exception.

Okay.

Wow.

Tastes even better with
a hint of lip gloss.

Well, sometimes I like to
let it rest on my tongue.

I was about to get a drink.
Would you like to join me?

I would love to, but I...

[announcer] City of Brooklyn...

Excuse me for a moment.

[announcer] City council
member, Daphne Moore!

- [upbeat music playing]
- Thank you for being styled by Mavis.

Tell your fatty baddies
and your oddie bodies

to come the f*ck on over.

Ayo, this is so fun.

Okay, so, Nala, all of these
fabrics are multipurpose, okay?

They can be used as a
scarf, a sash, a sarong,

and even a head
wrap if they want.

- Mavis, you snapped. No notes.
- Ayo!

There we go. I think we good.

Check that out.

Nice.

If you want, you can
paint the rest of my body.

Uh... Thank you,
but no thank you.

I'm here helping a friend right
now, so I gotta kinda stay put.

Damn. You do you, king.

Uh... Is it cholera? Typhoid?

- [gasps] Is it rickets?
- What are you doing?

- We all saw the same thing.
- What?

You damn near stared her t*tties
off, and then you turned her down?

Is it... the bubonic plague?

Okay. Relax with all these
antiquated diseases, all right?

- Okay.
- [coughs] Everything's fine.

- Ew, is it whooping cough?
- Stop.

- Khalil.
- What?

I know you better than you know
yourself. Okay? You are like my brother.

What's wrong? Spill it.

Look, you know, I've hooked up a
couple times since India and whatever.

- Yeah.
- It's missing something. It's like... that...

- [grunts] Mm!
- [lightly] Mm.

You know what I mean? That...
that... [sexually] Mm!

- [curtly] Mm.
- You know what I mean?

I do know what you mean, but
if those grunts were words,

what words would they be?

If the grunts were words.
See, that's the problem.

I don't know how to
put it into words.

I gotta put a pin in this because
I have to go style Celisse.

It's very exciting.

- I love you so much.
- Love you.

Is it rubella?

- Get out of here!
- Oh no!

[upbeat music continues]

Mavis, I look like
a rock goddess.

'Cause you are.

And I'm comfortable,
and look at me sitting.

- What?
- This is it.

Okay, I didn't know
Bridgerton had a new queen.

You better sit.

Look, fly and functional.
That's what I love, okay?

And if you need me before
you go onstage, just call me.

I can't wait to see you play.

Freddie, I know I look
fantastic. I always do.

But the theme is Blacktopia,
and we're off theme.

This looks like Erykah
Badu's dining table. Right?

What we gonna do?

[Freddie] I'm gonna make a few
calls. We'll see who we can get.

- I'mma put my trust in you.
- It'll be great. It'll be fantastic.

All right. Go mingle
with the Black folk.

That... that was... um...

Anderson .Paak. Yeah. You need help
picking your jaw up off the floor?

Yes! I do need help
picking up my jaw.

It's... uh, ooh.

I love him. "Come Down"?

That was my pregame song when I used
to go to the club on a Friday night.

I used to go to a club
on a Friday night.

I can still taste the Malibu rum
in the back of my throat. What?

It was like getting
drunk to suntan lotion.

Oh my God. She has lived a life.

He's looking for looks. I do looks.
I should go help him with a look.

♪ You do looks ♪

Are you already high?

No. Why does everyone
keep asking me that?

I'm good to go.

Knock, knock.

- Hi. I...
- Hey, we're good on water.

No, no, no, I'm not. I, um...

Hi, I'm Mavis Beaumont.

[English accent] And I loved
you in Poor Things! [chuckles]

[American accent] I, uh... actually
heard you talking with Mr. .Paak

about being off-theme
for Afropunk this year

and needing a look, and I...

Okay, so you're an
eavesdropper. All stalkers are.

No weird fans.

No, I am a legitimate stylist. Actually,
I just styled Celisse over there.

Yes, beautiful, buxom woman
over there with the guitar.

So, yeah, I, um...
I'm not a weird fan.

I mean, I am weird, but I do think
Mr. .Paak would appreciate my creativity.

And I am a fan because
who isn't? He is amazing.

And I know that I could put
together a really good look for him.

And based off of you touching
your glasses like that,

you want me to go, and you know
what? I'm gonna stop talking

and show you a look. I'm
gonna show you a l...

I'm going to put together
amazing looks for Mr. .Paak,

and I will, um... I will
be back in an hour, okay?

- No, don't come back.
- I'll be right back!

I just feel like my energy's a
little off, you know? 'Cause...

Sh.

Oh, sh. Yeah, my bad, my bad. I
got you. I was just trying to help.

If I give you more
information, it'd be useful,

like when you go to
the doctor's office.

Ah.

What's up with that face?

- Oh my God.
- What you hear?

[gasps]

- What is that? You hear something?
- It's dark.

- Yeah, it's dark.
- Why you pointing like that? It's what?

- This energy.
- You know what?

[clears throat]

I'mma go. I'm good.
No, I'm good. I'm good.

I'm good. I'm good.

I mean, well, that
feels extreme.

I hardly think that
that makes it feudalism.

Except that it does.

Giving landlords complete impunity
to remove tenants and raise rents

based on a supposed
increased cost of living

actually makes vassals of the people
of New York, which, in turn...

...discourages
participation in the system.

Uh-huh.

I see what you mean, Miss Moore.

Where can I donate?

That information can
be found on my website.

You're distracting me from my
constituents. You need to go.

- You really want me to leave?
- Mm...

["Mango Butter" by
Durand Bernarr playing]

I know she's looking at my a*s.

Wow.

♪ I'm a bad b*tch,
and I'm that n*gga ♪

Khalil, get over here and
take your clothes off.

Are you sure? I have very
bad energy right now.

If I'm gonna prove to Anderson
.Paak's low-budget Richie Sambora,

dead-behind-the-eyes manager that
I've got what it takes, then yes!

Hold up! You styling
Anderson .Paak now?

Girl, I'm trying to start that rumor,
b*tch. That's right. Please, Khalil!

[sighs]

Okay. Nala, I need you to track down
the flyest baddies we styled today.

- I'm gonna need models to prove my case.
- On it. Manifesting them now.

Whoo! Can't gatekeep
me. Can't be gatekept.

I eat gates for breakfast.
Bill Gates, Melinda Gates.

I nom-nom-nom-nom-nom them
gates. That's disgusting.

It sounds like I'm going down on
the Gates family, but I'm not!

I can't be gatekept,
honey, okay? No way!

[grunts] Uh!

[suspenseful
musical sting plays]

Hey.

- Come with me.
- Who are you?

Your worst nightmare if you
don't move your a*s right now.

Get your a*s up.
Come on. Come on.

Ain't got time to be
explaining who I am to you.

You get your a*s out there.

["Bubblin" by Anderson
.Paak playing]

♪ Look at you go ♪

♪ Okay, you bubblin' ♪

♪ Look, yeah ♪

♪ One in the hand One
in the bag, bubblin' ♪

♪ Look at the cash Look
at the cash comin' in ♪

♪ Come get your mans This
lil' n*gga buggin' me ♪

♪ Just leave the bag Quit
all that jaw-jackery ♪

♪ Don't even pass me that
I don't want none of it ♪

♪ These n*gg*s mad about
it Had enough of it ♪

♪ Woah, watch what you sayin'
All that poppin' and shakin' ♪

♪ Got me hot as a laser My
posse deep and irate and ♪

♪ We act a fool for the paper
Had a dream and I made it ♪

♪ El Camino on Dayton's
Vintage Guess over Bape ♪

♪ Put the bread on me, b*tch
b*tch, you bet I'mma bank it ♪

♪ Piggy flat in a blanket I
might just roll out today ♪

♪ I might just roll out to
Vegas Head back to my old ways ♪

♪ Cop a room full of Asian
hoes And do blow all day ♪

♪ Look at me, baby,
look at me, baby ♪

♪ Don't I look like a million?
I'm 'bout to clean out the safe ♪

♪ Do... don't I look like
somebody That just be bodyin'... ♪

- Get it, girl!
- I did it.

Yes, you did it. Now tell me
my b*tch didn't do a good job.

- I guess I'm impressed.
- See? I told you I could make...

But we already found someone else.
Caitlin LeBlanc. You know her?

She styles Macklemore
and Post Malone.

Can I give you one of my business
cards, and then you can...

Well, you cannot
c*ck fashion, man!

[Marley] I'mma get you
high, b*tch. f*ck that.

["Call Of Duty" by
Cherele playing]

♪ Uh-huh ♪

♪ Uh-huh ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Uh-huh... ♪

I really appreciate y'all.

Honestly, you're too good to me.

Hey. You always there for us.

Mm. Yeah. Today was a blessing.

'Cause I got a chance to
help out my baby girl.

[Khalil chuckles]

And I met a woman.

Oh, okay.

Daphne.

[as Scooby-Doo] Okay, Shaggy!

[as herself] Gonna solve
some crimes with Daphne?

She wanna play this cat and
mouse, but I ain't a mouse,

so I need to turn the tables.

You are not a mouse.
You are a cat...

A reiki almost cried
over my d*ck today.

- Damn.
- Oh sh*t.

- That's bad.
- That's crazy.

Yeah. Feels like I need
to recalibrate my energy.

Yeah.

Maybe if I could find, like, a
Teyana Taylor rainbow nymph fairy.

- Ooh!
- Yes.

- [Mavis] I like that.
- Khalil need a hug.

- I think he need a hug.
- Yes.

Can y'all help me
up? I love hugs.

- Whee!
- [Khalil] You know what?

Drug Marley is my
favorite Marley.

Me too!

[sighs] Uh! I love
you guys so much.

Yes, yes.

A kiss on the forehead for you.

[both] Mwaaah!

[baby voice] A kiss on
the forehead for you.

Mwaaah!

And a kiss on the
forehead for you.

- Mwaaah!
- Thanks.

[normal voice] Oh my God.

My mind is very powerful.

Like, I think of him, and
then he just shows up.

What? You can't gatekeep my mind. My
mind cannot be gatekept, obviously.

What? Do you see
this Blasian magique?

Oh sh*t!

- I can see him.
- Right?

- Me too.
- [Marley] Whoa!

- Oh my God.
- [Anderson .Paak] Okay.

I love you so much.
I love you so much.

[Anderson .Paak laughs] Okay.

Hey, Mavis.

- I love him too.
- Right?

- Hey, Mavis. What are you doing?
- Huh? What do you mean?

You cannot see him...
because you're not on drugs,

but this is Anderson .Paak,

and it's giving Madame
Tussauds realness.

You're high, and he's famous.

The lines of consent are very
blurred. You should stop touching him.

It was getting kinda weird.

I am... so sorry!

It... Hello, Monsieur .Paak.

Mavis, the fashion show was trending, and
Mr. .Paak was tagged in all the posts.

- Nice!
- I'm truly flattered you would do that.

Oh!

Mavis, I want you to style me.

I... want to style you too.

Two is also a number and a
word and has three letters.

I need a moment. Do you wanna give
Mr. .Paak some coconut water or something

while I get it
together? [chuckles]

Bye, Mr. .Paak!

Oh f*ck! I am so high right now.

There is no way I can style
Anderson .Paak. Are you kidding?

I am like a big-tittied,
freckle-faced kite right now.

I am flying!

I can't do it. I cannot do it.

Oh, I can't.

Oh my God.

[groaning] Oh my God.

Listen, Mave, you
been working for this.

Okay? You got this in you.

- You got this.
- I can do it.

- You can do that sh*t! You can!
- I don't think I can do that sh*t!

I can't do that sh*t!

- That's the sh*t you do!
- I wish I could magically get sober!

- Ow!
- Damn!

Did it work?

- [Khalil] Wow.
- Do the other one.

- [screams]
- Oh my...

Okay, b*tch. The first one worked.
The second one felt personal.

- You got it. Go get it.
- [Khalil] You got it.

I got this.

- Which way is the way?
- Other way.

- Okay.
- Other way.

You know, I was
too busy panicking.

Like, I couldn't even see the
hieroglyphics through the forest.

Me too.

Like, you got me looking like
a hologram in the motherland.

- You know what I'm saying?
- Oh, I love it!

I look like how Wakandans must
feel. Know what I'm saying?

- I do.
- Do it with me.

- That's beautiful.
- Let's lock in. I love it.

I love it too. So much.

I mean, it's my honor and privilege
to just elevate your iconic style,

so I can focus on your a*s.

Huh?

On your act because...
fashion is an adventure.

And this is Afropunk. We're
supposed to be free and wild.

You got a vibe as good
as your fashion sense.

- Aw.
- I mean it.

- Can I give you a big-titty bear hug?
- It's the eighth one.

- But I'm into it.
- Okay. Thanks.

Come on. Mm!

- All right. Be blessed.
- Okay, you too.

- See, Mavis? He can't tell you're high.
- Yes, I can.

[mouths] f*ck!

[ethereal music playing]

[vocalizing]

[Khalil] Mm-hmm.

- Uh-huh.
- How many of y'all is there?

[fairies chuckle]

Let's worry about
numbers and colors...

- And names.
- ...later.

- Yeah.
- ♪ How you doin', lil' daddy? ♪

- [fairy 1] You're sexy.
- ♪ Venus in Gemini, I like to get flirty ♪

♪ I'm a slim-thick b*tch
Yeah, my body hella curvy ♪

♪ Knees like a stallion Ride
your face like a derby ♪

♪ Or we could 69 from 6 to 7:30
I'mma never turn down no brain ♪

♪ I'm hella nerdy And I know
all the ways to please ♪

♪ I'm a geek, I’m a generous freak I
like to hear all the squeaks, like ♪

♪ That's perfect All of my
exes miss the way I work it ♪

♪ Doin' acrobatics Let me
take you to the circus ♪

♪ Throw it in a circle
And bring it right back ♪

♪ I got that water But
it's nuttin' like tap ♪

♪ Take a sip, just
a lil nightcap ♪

- Hi.
- Hi. May I help you?

I'm here for Daphne.

I'm so sorry. You
just missed her.

- Oh.
- Oh, wait.

- Is your name Marley?
- The one and only.

She told me to give you this.

["Jericho" by Iniko playing]

♪ Jericho, Jericho,
walls come down ♪

♪ Jericho, Jericho,
walls come... ♪

Damn, I'm the mouse.

♪ Come down like Jericho ♪

♪ Walls come down like Jericho ♪

[whispered] ♪ Jericho,
Jericho Walls come down ♪

♪ Jericho, Jericho,
walls come down ♪

♪ Walls come down like Jericho ♪

[cheering and applause]

[announcer] Give it up one
more time for Anderson .Paak!

[Anderson .Paak] ♪ Huh But
don't I make it look easy? ♪

♪ Don't I make it look good? ♪

♪ Hey, now you drank up
all my liquor Come on ♪

[Khalil] That was
a whole-a*s day.

But you did it.

You styled Anderson .Paak today.

You. Come on.

b*tch.

- Yeah.
- [Marley] You did that.

I did that. I styled
Anderson .Paak.

But it was a lotta work.

It was so much work, and we
were in a beautiful Black space.

And he's a Black artist,
and I'm a Black artist.

And white Freddie didn't even wanna
give me the opportunity to prove myself.

- How crazy is that sh*t?
- Hmm.

I'm not saying sh*t has to be
easy and should fall in our laps,

but... damn!

Why do we always have
to work twice as hard?

And nobody sees
that sh*t at all.

Like, they'll just see
my post on Instagram

that I styled Anderson .Paak,

and they'll like it and be
like, "Damn girl, you so lucky."

"How'd you get that?
Can I pick your brain?"

No, b*tch. You cannot pick my
brain. I'm tired. I need my brain.

The system is all the way f*cked up.
We supposed to be thankful for crumbs?

Just sit there and be
okay being... unheard,

ignored,

feared, underpaid?

Oof.

I mean, that's why we gotta burn
this whole sh*t to the ground.

Damn.

You know what I mean.

sh*t. Sometimes you just gotta take
a piece of the motherfuckin' pie

and stop waiting on m*therf*ckers
to offer you some sh*t

that's rightfully yours
in the first place.

- Do you hear me?
- Mm-hmm.

- I hear you.
- And you wanna know what else?

- We don't age, and they get gout.
- Hah, that too.

You could still get rich.

And I can use all that money to
support my po'-a*s friends. [laughs]

- That was definitely for us.
- [Mavis] That's us, right?

Right here? In front of us?
Okay. I'm not mad though.

You better go off, Robin Hood

with a mohawk and sensible
beaded sandals. Yes.

sh*t, I love that.

I'm just saying. Generational wealth
definitely makes generational health.

And dreams come
true at Afropunk.

Let's go!

Aw!
Poo-poo-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew!

Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew!

I'm tired.

[hip-hop beat playing]

♪ Betta know about me, babe ♪

♪ Mm ♪

♪ Betta know about me, babe ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I'm way too lit,
I'm way to thick ♪

♪ Talk a lotta trash,
but I could bag it ♪

♪ Betta know about me ♪

♪ Mm-mm, yeah ♪

♪ Mm-mm-mm ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Mm-mm, yeah ♪

♪ Mm-mm-mm ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Mm-mm, yeah ♪

♪ Mm-mm-mm ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Betta know about me, babe ♪