- Do what you wanna, Mandy
Whatever makes you happy,
babe
Oh, yeah
I didn't wanna say it
We come
from different places, babe
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
We had some down times,
and we had some high ones
Freakin' on your body, had
you screamin' like a siren
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Used to be the one
that I rely on
Tell me, what's the time?
You're the only one
I slide on, baby
I used to be your caffeine,
had you stayin' up all night
You treat me
like an athlete
Runnin' up my line
I can't lose, keep that
between me and you
- Ain't your name Amara?
- Nah, Corvette.
- Hmm.
I swear I know you.
What, you live in Richmond?
- Mm-mm. Oakland.
Matter of fact, I got
a place right close by here.
- Ah. Like, real close?
- Right around the block.
- Mm.
What's your shoe size?
Damn, you getting rough,
rugged, and raw with it.
Baby, I wear size 12.
- For real?
- Uh-huh.
- 'Cause I hate when guys...
- Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
Listen.
Me?
I swear, size 12.
- I know exactly
what you want.
- Yeah, you do.
- Uh, It might be
a little tight, but, uh...
I think it'll work.
Hell, yeah.
- sh*t, I thought
we took those off.
I told you I got
what you need.
Now, most boosters
don't have this style and size
because they don't sell
that much,
but I like to specialize.
Size m*therf*cking 12.
Now, all this
goes for one third of what you
get it for at the store.
So I see you like suits.
I got a bad Tom Ford...
- Wait, wait, wait.
So you're a booster.
You stole all this sh*t.
- Yeah, that's right.
- You probably
don't even live here,
because if the police bust in,
then...
So you ain't planning
on f*cking tonight, are you?
- I plan on selling
some f*cking shoes
and getting back to dancing
and seeing who else
want to get
on these good-a*s deals.
Now, I might be f*cking
tonight,
but I ain't f*cking you.
Look, you ain't going to find
no deals like this
nowhere else, all right?
So you need to figure out
if you want to keep
looking good, Mr. GQ Smooth.
Got anything size 10?
- Hi, hi, hey, h*
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Hey, h*
Hi, hi, hey, h*
Hey, hey, hi, hey, hey, h*
Hey, h*
Hi, hi, hey, h*
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Hey, h*
Hi, hi, hey, h*
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Hey, h*
Yeah, yeah, Rita! Ha ha!
It's your drive-time DJ
with all the news
to keep on that daily grind.
Now, look, the DA's office
just put out a press release...
- Hey! You can't park there.
- Saying that boosting
from department stores
and high-end fashion outlets
will be receiving
more aggressive attention
from their office.
- Hey, boosters, listen up.
They coming for you.
No excuses--
go get some damn jobs
and stop spending money
on nonsense.
Don't expect everything
to be handed to you.
Y'all are lazy.
- Right. I mean, look,
my cousin's a booster.
- For real?
- Yeah.
Allergic to work, want to sit
around acting
like things are gonna fall
into their laps.
I mean...
- Yo, they got
these cliques out there
like the Velvet g*ng...
The Outlet Ambassadors.
- You ready?
- Drive!
Hey! Get back here!
Open the door! Open the door!
- I just need to hit a lick
and get up out this sh*t.
- Can you lift it up?
I'm driving.
sh*t, what you mean?
- Get me out of here.
Hey, get me out of here!
Hey! Hey!
Get me out of here!
Get me out of here!
Get me out of here!
- Corvette.
Corvette?
Corvette.
You talking
in your sleep again.
- Can I take a shower?
- I got towels
in the cupboard.
- You got anything to eat
besides Happy Rustlers?
'Cause you got me working
in the club all night,
working up an appetite.
I be hella hungry
when I'm over here
- Or maybe because I live
in Jackie's Chicken.
And I can't get rid
of the smell.
- I like the smell.
I like it.
You smart for squatting here.
And now from the East Bay,
retailers say enough is enough.
It's a crackdown
on shoplifting
and big-box-store theft.
Retailers and the DA
are asking the public for help.
Cops are here today...
- That's why I had
all those bad dreams.
You had this on
while I was sleeping.
- Sorry.
What's wrong?
- Girl, they got us on the TV.
- I know,
but it doesn't look like you.
And it's in Walnut Creek.
What is it? You've been acting
extra sour lately.
- Nothing.
- Oh, because your design
didn't win?
- No.
Mine was too weird to win.
- Okay, well, you're just
annoyed at me about something.
- No, I just feel lonely
sometimes.
- All the time?
- sh*t, I'm even lonely
when I'm with people.
- I've been terrified
to even look out my window.
- Ooh!
- I mean, when I'm designing,
I feel like
I'm touching the world.
I don't know.
Loneliness creeps in.
I don't know--
I guess I just feel
like people don't see me
for real.
- Corvette, I see you, okay?
I see the f*ck out of you.
You're a raw-a*s,
make-it-happen hustler.
- That's the image.
It don't matter what I say.
I can tell you
what I think about all day.
But the image that people
have sometimes is so strong
that even my words
can't paint a new picture.
- Look, I don't want to say
the wrong thing.
I woke up on the right side
of the bed this morning.
- You asked.
- Sade is better
with the deep sh*t.
Talk to Sade.
- Lonely?
I wish I could get lonely
every once in a while.
Try having kids.
- I just feel stressed.
I mean, they already know
I'm squatting.
When they finally kick me out,
I'm gonna have to go live
in my car again.
I can't go back to jail.
I just feel like I'm dealing
with so much sh*t alone.
- "Alone"?
You wasn't alone
when Brandy tried to jump you
and I stomped her out.
We both out here
taking penitentiary chances.
You'll never be homeless
if I have a spot.
Oh, a defective one.
It's your color.
- We're not here for me.
- Get the f*ck back!
- Christie, Christie,
what are your thoughts
on the Velvet g*ng?
- Christie Smith
knows we exist.
- Low-class urban b*tches.
With all due respect
to urban b*tches.
- Did she just call us
"urban b*tches"?
That's so--
that's so early 2000s.
- Yeah, f*ck her.
We got work.
- She lucky Metro Designers
is our niche.
We keep her in business.
- Where's your white girl?
Everybody else is in place?
- Stevie's here.
Stevie's ready.
- Manny and Los
are ready, too.
- Hey.
I know you.
- You don't know me.
From the club.
But you left.
- Look, you f*cking up
my sh*t right now,
but take my number.
510-163-5845.
Text me first.
- Hey, man, f*ck you!
- Let's go, let's go.
- Do something!
Oh, my God, they're fighting!
Oh, my God, they're gonna--
Oh, no!
Oh, my God.
Oh, my gosh.
Stop them.
- You k*ll me
with that candy ritual.
- I love red Happy Rustlers.
They relax me.
You don't want me anxious.
- Yeah, but you spit it out.
- Call it superstition.
Christie m*therf*cking Smith.
You okay?
- I'm coming, I'm coming.
sh*t.
Help, b*tch.
- Come on, come on, come on.
- No, it's stuck in my leg.
- f*cking Christie Smith--
what was all that
under-class b*tches?
O-out of all people,
she should understand, man.
We hustlers just like her.
- Oh, we made it.
It's too much.
My bag is falling.
- Fix it. Fix it.
I just need to hit
a lick, man,
and change sh*t up somehow.
Like, 80 Gs
and focus for 2 years
and design
and put out my sh*t.
- I'm finna figure out a lick
for us to hit.
But that loneliness stuff,
go see Dr. Jack.
He talks about that.
- "Dr. Jack"?
Girl, I ain't trying to be
drugged out of my mind.
- He's not a psychiatrist,
dummy.
- Oh, I heard Dr. Jack
is good.
- He does that
Friends Being Friendly thing
I go to.
Girl, come with me.
We should go together.
- Friends Being Friendly?
- Get in the car.
- You always got
some scheme going on.
Friends Being Friendly.
- ...Friendly--
it's how we beat the world
that keeps us isolated
and--and suffering on our own.
It's how we beat fear...
how we defeat loneliness,
come together.
Oh, we're hacking the system.
I suppose you could call it
a Dr. Jack hack.
We know the system
was not built for us.
We have to be smarter
than they are.
We take what's ours
and make our own way.
Right?
Help ourselves
help each other.
Let's be connected
in real ways.
Now, for the new loved ones
among us,
say you make an offering
of $2,000.
I call it "a love offering."
That's not
the official language.
You call it whatever.
But your name goes...
here.
Now, you find two people
to love up on you,
and their name
goes on the bottom,
and your name jumps to here.
Eventually,
it moves all the way to here.
Top box, community love.
- Right on.
- And what do you collect
at that point?
- $12,000.
- That's right, Sade.
You cash out at 12K,
a material change we all need.
I'ma tell y'all
a little story.
I used to be on my own...
a little rat
unfit for this world,
just scrounging around
to eat the crumbs
that fell
out of better men's mouths.
But now I am not alone.
And I am the one with crumbs
falling out of my mouth.
And that's what I want
for each of you...
community love...
hacking the system.
I used to live
right over there off Foothill,
but now I live in
the Decadian Tower Condos.
- The ones they built wrong?
- And it's all
from Friends Being Friendly.
- Do you want to do it?
Can I put your name in?
Let's do it together.
- Dr. Jack?
- Yes?
- I've been doing this thing
for a while...
- For two racks,
I got to think about it.
What if you're on the bottom
and ain't nobody got 2 Gs?
There's, like,
32 bottom boxes.
- They say it's a scheme.
- Sounds like somebody needs
a little more conviction.
That's negative thinking, but
you came here for connection.
- Now let's go.
We got more to do.
- My mother won't even talk
to me anymore.
- Your mother's a b*tch.
- Let me know when you ready
to give and receive love.
And I told you not to sit
in that chair
just because it's turquoise.
- Grow by grow. Grow by grow.
- Together.
all: Grow by grow.
Grow by grow. Grow by grow.
- Yes, not no.
- Sade on the way.
Where's Stevie?
- She's out.
She had to take her mother
to the hospital.
- f*ck.
- sh*t, we gonna have to do
this another day, then.
- No, we don't.
- No white girl,
no high-end sh*t.
You know she do all the work
while they watching us.
- I can get us close.
- What you mean "close"?
- I can't give us white girl,
but I have this trick.
I just have to hold my breath.
I'm out of practice.
- Don't mind me.
I'll be near the expensive
accessories in the back.
- Are you feeling okay, ma'am?
- It's all very ugly.
Girl, they in there treating
her like a regular Black girl.
- Is--is everything okay?
- These stores don't put value
on light-skinned.
- Oh.
- Ma'am.
Oh, oh, no, not--not here.
There's--there's a bathroom
in the back. Please.
- When people talk about
wanting more money for work,
it just--it gets under my skin.
When you have less pay,
you have less worries.
- Did you tell Dr. Jack
we need cash for the coats?
- I did. He said to just bring
it to his condo.
- I kind of wanted to see what
the Decadian Towers look like.
- Hmm. Yo...
just put your name
in the box here...
- You always putting
that sh*t in my face. Uh-uh.
- I don't always do anything.
I'm here for you.
- Christie Smith
has a spot up in there, too.
- Decadian Towers?
- Mm-hmm.
- No, wrong.
- No, right.
Oh, you must not have seen
her documentary/fall/winter
line advertisement.
- You're not supposed
to see that.
- Uh-huh.
- I mean, I hate her,
but, you know, things like
that are very informative.
- Exactly. Look.
- I mean,
this sh*t's f*cking simple.
You take a shape.
You take a line.
And then when you look at it,
it makes you feel something.
And that just opens the
neural pathways to the brain,
which just allows you
to recognize
the objectified possibilities.
- Told you.
She got one of them Singer
machines, not that Juki sh*t.
If I had one of them,
I could do a little
leather-denim combo.
- What art means.
You know what it means.
I know we're down again
this quarter.
I'm not f*cking Ret*rded,
Mike.
I read what we all just read.
I mean, every outlet
in the U.S.
is saying it's the boosters
reducing our margins.
- Oh, she is lying.
- But my own team...
- That sh*t costs too much.
That's why nobody buys
from her.
- My fall show is gonna have
them kissing my...
Ahead of her fall show,
which many are saying
may be her best yet
and which is coming during a
volatile time
for her business,
we look at the life
of Christie Smith.
Child of a renowned
plastic surgeon
and a celebrated
astrophysicist,
she was a prodigy,
a child genius.
At 14, Christie came up
with the theory
of anti-infinite numbers.
A mathematician enamored
of biology and art,
she obsessively drew
countless sketches
of human bodies.
Thrust into adulthood early,
she became consumed
by nightlife.
As a child genius,
no one begrudged her
having a shot of whiskey
now and then.
Dietrich L'Enfant
was head designer
of House of Chanel.
Dietrich and Christie were
spotted together frequently.
Whiskey at night
and Heavy Ship Coffee
in the morning.
Then Dietrich's fall line
came out,
made up almost entirely
of stark white lab coats.
- I designed all of it.
Everyb--everybody knew that.
You know,
that's when I stopped trying
to change reality
through science
and dropped out of MIT.
And I realized that reality
was unchangeable,
but we could change
how we perceive reality.
Fashion is really
just making art
out of life it-f*cking-self.
The show was a hit.
Dietrich was out.
Chanel hired Christie,
15-year-old MIT genius,
to head their house.
- Okay, Dr. Jack texted.
We got to go.
- 'Cause, yeah,
I got medical benefits,
but now I got to use the
benefits to find a therapist
to deal with the stress,
and that's no benefit.
I'm just a simple guy,
and I just want to work.
- You know who that's for?
- You think that's
for Christie Smith.
- Yeah.
Heavy Ship Coffee brings her
a barista every morning.
- Everybody has bank
up in here.
- Could be for anybody.
- No, I know it's her.
I got to meet her.
Maybe I can see what
the fall show gonna look like.
Wait for me when y'all done.
No, I'm--I'm hearing you.
I don't think
you're hearing me.
Somebody's at my door.
Wait--
Oh, hey.
Um, I'm--I'm just on a-a call,
but, yeah, come--come on in.
Okay, look,
I know what we said.
I know what the dates were.
And all that's happening
is just fine.
It's all gonna--
Yeah.
You all right there?
Those are some, like,
slippery soles you got.
Yeah, use your core.
Yeah, dig in and maybe--
You know what?
Just--just a second.
Um, you know what?
I'm gonna just do it,
uh, on my own today.
I'm--I'm on a private call.
Tell Don I love him.
Yeah.
All right, look, we said that
we would have 'em on the 10th.
But I can't rush this.
This is not some bullshit
Walmart operation.
No designer is effectuating
anything even parallel
to this.
It's 100K for each
of these suits, right?
A-and that's only because
it's a bulk order.
So I won't rush.
There will be a truckload here
on the 25th.
Not the 26th...
It will be late
but f*cking perfect.
Christ on a cross
with His d*ck out.
I swear to f*cking God.
Hello?
- Hey, Christie.
I'm the Heavy Ship
regional manager.
Uh, just a second.
Uh...
Don told me, uh,
that you sent out our barista,
so I just wanted to make sure
that everything was okay.
And the door was left ajar.
Uh, so--so I'm here, and...
Um, I'm also a really big fan.
- What's your name?
- Corve--
Sierra-sea.
- C-Corvasieracy?
- Yes, Corvasieracy.
- Corvasieracy. Right.
You're a manager?
- Mm-hmm.
- S-so what's the first rule
of managing?
- Uh, the first rule
is to always be on time...
- No.
- And to smell good
and--and look your best.
- No, the first rule
of managing
is that you never let them
see you f*cking manage.
And if you come in and you're
checking on what's wrong,
then the product is yours,
not theirs.
- I really...
- I mean, I get it.
Nobody wants to be
the f*cking boss.
It's not popular with those
fragile b*tches out there.
But if you've got a vision,
you got to get people
to do the sh*t
that you want them to do.
I had to get
a shitload of people
to buy into this notion
that we could change
humanity's perception
through color and fabric
and it be their own vision.
I mean, people have hopes
and needs,
but the boss has...
both: Insights
into the hopes...
- And dreams and needs,
which allows her to get
what she wants from them.
Chapter four,
"Coming Up Christie."
I-I've read it twice.
Wow. Good.
- And that is a...
an amazing dress
for a manager.
- I made it myself.
Thank you.
- Wow.
And the color--ballsy.
- I'm actually a designer.
I-I love turquoise.
It's so weird.
I always got to have a little
bit of turquoise on me.
It just, I don't know,
makes me believe and hope
for the future.
Maybe it's because when I was
really little, I would...
- Come on,
return of the Mack
- No.
You know, it's not turquoise.
It's aquamarine.
And it's not story time.
I've got a lot to accomplish,
so, um, just let Don know
nothing's wrong,
except maybe his as*h*le's
a little too tight.
Just close the door
when you leave.
And, oh, just make sure
it clicks.
- We should say something.
- What?
- We should say something!
- "Say something"?
- Yes!
- Are you gonna say something
to Grayson?
- You got experience
with that kind of sh*t.
- No, I already did
last time.
We should go together.
What are they gonna do?
Everyone else quit.
They can't fire us.
They'd be f*cked
with back-to-school rush.
- Grayson, is there
a mistake with the checks?
I can't hear you.
- Can we turn
the music down, please?
- I told you before,
it's store policy.
Music at this decibel
makes the customers stay
in the moment.
- And it makes us crazy.
Turn the music down
just for a minute.
Is there a mistake
with the checks?
- Not that I'm aware of, no.
- It's $43.
- Mine says $38.
- Oh.
Well, the mission
of Metro Designers
is to give our customers
a very full experience.
Is there more?
I can't hear you.
We don't understand.
- When a person walks in
to Metro Designers,
in order for them
to have the full experience,
they must be
fully in the moment.
Do you get it?
- I don't.
- Our thoughts and memories
are often just records
of light.
Every Metro Designers outlet
is filled with things
that provide humans
with the opportunity
to reflect the light
they want to reflect.
- You're saying
we have clothes here.
- Right.
And when
a Metro Designer guest
is actually here with us
and in the moment,
they exchange meaningful units
that represent energy
expended in one area
and delivered to another.
- You're saying customers
spend money.
- Exactly.
And to be in the moment
for such an exchange,
it relies on synchronicity
between light and memory.
You, as our agents,
have been equipped
for that synchronicity.
- You're saying you charged us
for our work clothes.
- Yes.
- That's bullshit, Grayson.
We work our a*s off here--
- I feel like
you're silencing me.
Your dismissive language
just shut down
my very thoughtful
explanation.
- Please read the sign.
- Every month,
each Metro Designers
is a different
monochromatic color.
You want a different color,
you go
to a different location.
Deal with it.
- I think you're perfect
for us.
- Really?
- Do you have any questions
for me?
- Uh, I shop here a lot.
You guys usually only have one
person working at this time?
- We're in the process
of restaffing,
taking Metro Designers
to the next phase.
Tell me, what would be
your biggest challenge
in a job like this?
- Probably that I feel
like I should have it all...
colors, patterns, beauty.
I just want to take it
all home, eat it up,
and sh**t it out my eyes.
I just feel like,
give it to me.
It's mine, anyway.
- That is such a good answer.
- Question...
where do you guys keep
the $100,000 suits?
- What do you mean?
- Christie Smith.
She has $100,000 suits
she doesn't keep
in the high-end stores.
- Huh.
That's, uh, news to me.
- Excuse me.
- It was exactly the same?
- Exactly the f*cking same.
- You're f*cking with me.
She stole a design
from a contest?
That's dumb.
- You got a paper trail.
- I didn't send in my design.
both: What?
- No.
I-I thought it was too weird.
- It wasn't ready.
- Too weird, Corvette?
- f*cking up.
- Maybe she--maybe she seen it
on Instagram or some sh*t.
- I told you
that would happen.
If she stole your sh*t,
she stole your sh*t.
You got to get her back
for that.
- Baby, we have Stacy Adams.
- It was just crazy seeing
one of my designs in there.
And--and then
they offered me a job.
- Wait.
You got the job?
- I forgot to tell you that.
- He actually asked me
to recommend people.
sh*t, we all could get a job
up in there.
- Okay.
- What?
- Come to our sale.
- Okay.
- It's gonna be fun.
- This is how we hit a lick
and get Christie's a*s back
for calling us urban
and stealing my girl's sh*t.
Pop up.
- And for thinking
her hair's perfect.
It's not.
She's just kind of cool.
- We get jobs with fake IDs.
And we steal
every single piece of clothing
from Christie's store
in one swoop.
Maybe they have those suits
worth 100 Gs.
- Girl, our customers
can't afford that.
You always forget
we got to sell it.
- There you go
with that "always."
My dude Mike
can sell anything.
- Fire.
Wipe the whole store out.
- Oh, sh*t.
- Bye. I'll see you.
2 for $20,
back-to-school special.
- Would've been assed out
for clothes this year
if it weren't for y'all.
- See?
We really are the sh*t
for that.
I call it Triple-F--
Fashion Forward Filanthropy.
I know how to spell
"philanthropy."
Branding, though.
- What are you doing?
Answer that.
- I'm kind of scared of him.
Every time I look at him,
I just get lost.
I like it.
- You better answer that phone
and get you a mouth full
of that...
- Determination.
I know you're busy.
I was passing by and saw you.
I do fashion, too.
I make people
want the clothes.
I model...
mainly for Ross and T.J. Maxx.
Shh.
No.
I won't bother you.
You have my number now.
- I like your gloves.
- This is an interruption.
It's a f*cking dtournement.
All of my Metro Designers
and the High End Store family,
they have to come
to the fall show.
It's mandatory.
They're my f*cking
fashion ambassadors.
- Lead on the Velvet g*ng.
- Why do you care so much
about these girls?
Surely, they can't cause
that much harm.
- These fustilarian b*tches
take my sh*t
and sell it
out of car trunks, backyards,
f*cking bathroom stalls.
If that's how I wanted
my work represented,
I-I-I would do
an art installation.
- So they're wig game
is crazy.
And they change
from job to job.
The high-end wigs are easier
to trace, so we're gonna...
get them.
- Wait. Pause that.
Re--just rewind.
Holy sh*t.
Rewind that for a second.
Okay, right there.
Pause, pause, pause.
Teena, do you know someone
named Corvasieracy?
- Uh, no.
- Who's your manager?
- I don't have one.
I report directly to Don.
You're VIP.
I am gonna hit these b*tches
so hard.
- Welcome to Metro Designers.
- Every month,
each Metro Designers
is a different
monochromatic color.
You want a different color,
you go
to a different location.
Deal with it.
I have a return.
I bought this for the club
and decided it was all wrong.
I-I-I didn't even wear it.
- The idea
that people have to deal
with the burden of free
housing just hurts my soul.
I feel the same way
about rent control.
How you gonna tell me
I can't pay more
if I want to pay more rent?
- It's simple.
Lay the front side down.
Flatten it snug.
Bring each side around
for a hug.
Point the arms down.
Bottom up halfway.
Once more up, sashaychante.
- You enjoying this too much.
It's supposed to be work.
Found my calling.
- Whoever keeps folding
the bills and receipts
in the register, please stop.
- Ooh.
I'll rock the f*ck
out of this.
- Oh, girl, Christie Smith
knows what the streets want.
- Mm, it's cute.
- We've been working here
for too long.
They not finna
have $100,000 suits here
or even at her high-end shop.
Maybe they just--
maybe she was exaggerating
a little bit.
- No, I say we do it today.
I can't take working here.
And Mariah's going crazy.
- Corvette and Sadie,
lunch break.
- Look, let's just take
a couple days,
get everything lined up.
We can talk about it at lunch.
- Break is so short.
We barely have time to eat.
- And your lunch break
starts...
- We can do it.
- Now.
- Ugh. sh*t.
Oh, God.
- We got to do it
when inventory's at its peak,
for maximum loss.
Thursday.
We empty out the store,
get everything we need
in one lick.
It's about more than money.
We need Christie Smith
to feel this sh*t, man.
Next time she talk about us
low-class urban b*tches,
she's gonna be crying.
- Mm-hmm.
- Okay? Talking...
- Yo.
- Oh, sh*t!
What the f*ck, dude?
- I just wanted to see
what it's like to be up here.
You guys seem out of breath.
You must be coming
from your break.
- Yeah, our lunch
is 30 seconds.
- Yeah, and Grayson
gets an hour.
- That must be ill*gal.
- Maybe.
But who's gonna force him
to hold it to the law, hmm?
Nobody. That's right.
We're trying to get together
to get longer breaks
and a third more of our money.
We got to force this.
We got to force it.
- Who's we?
- Oh, a bunch
of the other workers and us--
we're getting together...
- Look, we--
It can't be us, 'cause...
we gonna be quitting soon,
anyways.
- Mm-hmm.
- What?
- Mm-hmm.
- You got to be careful
running up on people.
All right, we follow this plan
to precision.
Grayson goes to lunch
every day at 12:00.
As soon as he walks out,
our clock starts ticking.
- Have a good lunch.
- Lucky for us,
Metro Designers
ships their sh*t out
in nondescript trucks.
- We're renting from Taylor's?
- Yes, the day before.
- sh*t's gonna break down.
- I had them checked.
That's why when Manny
and Los pull up,
it's gonna be
like every other shipment.
- What about Mansion
and Violeta?
- They don't give a f*ck.
If you worried about them
getting in trouble,
we can just lock them
in the stockroom.
- We gonna grab
the videotapes, though, right?
- We be wearing wigs.
And the camera angle ain't
enough to prove sh*t in court.
- Be right with you.
Quick shift change.
- Look, they don't know
my name is Cassandra.
We used fake IDs.
They don't know where we live,
none of this sh*t.
- Even if they can't prove it,
they'll still know it was us,
though.
- Let me be specific--I don't
care if they know it was us.
I care that Christie Smith
hates that they know it's us.
We clear the place out
in 40 minutes or less and...
be a lick big enough for us
to sit back for a minute.
- Oh, yeah, Vette, I got
something I need to tell you.
- What?
- That pinkie-ring dude--
girl, you gonna want
to hear this.
- Okay.
- He hooked up
with my girl Whitney.
- Whitney with the laptop?
- Mm-hmm.
- Girl, I don't care
about that sh*t.
- No, no, no, just listen.
She saw him
at the cafe, right?
Now, on top
of looking like sex,
he was reading a book,
not on Kindle, an actual book.
- Mm, that's cute.
What was it?
- I don't know,
but it was something
that Whitney had tried to read
on, like,
5 different occasions
but only hung in for
the first 20 pages each time.
- Yeah, she tried to use what
little she knew of the book
to engage with the dude.
And she ran out of ammunition,
so she went nuclear
and said...
both: I feel crazy
saying this, but...
everything they told us
we could rely on
feels so temporary these days.
Like, the way the world is
or at least the way
we see the world
could change in an instant...
- Like when Aadam Aziz,
from the beginning
of the book you're reading...
both: Slams his nose on
the cold ground while praying
and loses his faith.
That change could be
beautiful, terrible...
- Life-affirming...
both: Or life-ending.
That moment could be the one
before the big change,
or it may itself be
the big change.
And I want to see
which one this moment is.
- What I'm saying is,
I want to be alone
in a room with you...
both:
As soon as possible.
sh*t.
Get to the point.
- Mm-hmm.
- Well...
what are we waiting for?
- And thine dicketh
waseth goodeth.
This is the part
I wanted to tell you.
- Please, please, please,
tell me he eat a*s.
- I don't know, but that's
not what I'm talking about.
Until the end of time
I'll be there for you
You are my heart and mind
- Yes, baby, yes!
- He sucked her soul out.
- Guess I got to block him.
- Mm.
Too bad.
He's fine as hell.
- Look, at least we got
Thursday to look forward to
and clearing out
Metro Designers.
- Cheers.
Mommy.
- Put it down.
- What are you looking at?
- Nothing.
- The boss has
the experience,
so I trust the boss.
- Yo, Mansion, Mansion,
listen.
So the other stores are doing
an hour-long work stoppage.
We're joining them.
- What about Corvette,
Sade, and Mariah?
- Yeah, I haven't told them,
but they're cool.
They'll do it.
- Uh, Mansion, Violeta,
Corvette, Maria, Sadie,
quick meeting
in the fitting room.
- But we're open.
- There's literally
one person here,
and this will literally take
one second.
As a group,
your gear game is atrocious.
- We're all wearing
Metro Designer gear
you forced us to buy.
- You and Mansion are fine,
but Corvette, Maria,
and Sadie,
you're wearing
last year's stuff.
That's not wavy.
- Why does it matter?
We already had this.
We didn't have to buy
new clothes to work here.
- You already had a whole
Metro Designers wardrobe?
- Mm-hmm.
- We're true heads.
We love Christie.
- Christie Smith
does not love you in that.
You need to be able
to welcome our guests
into a new,
curated world of style.
And if you are not in it,
they will not be in it.
So I selected you all
new outfits.
Corvette, Maria, Stacy,
put it on now for 30% off.
And when we go
to Christie Smith's fall show,
you will represent
the brand right.
- Yo, this is the bullshit
we've been meeting about.
- What the f*ck? Holy f*ck!
- Oh, f*ck.
- What is that about?
- This guy...
- What the f*cking sh*t?
f*ck!
They've taken everything.
It's all gone.
f*ck!
- f*ck.
- Oh, sh*t.
- Somebody beat us to it.
How the hell
they do it so fast?
- They've taken everything.
What the f*ck is this?
f*ck! f*ck!
I'm fine. I'm fine.
- Go get the camera feed.
- Okay.
- Christie's gonna be
so mad at me.
- She doesn't even know
who you are.
- It's not even that yellow
in here anymore.
- So it's the Velvet g*ng.
- How do you know?
Well, they found one
of those nauseating red
Happy Rustler candies
abandoned in the trash,
because they always leave one
at the scene.
- But the police said--
- I know what I know.
- This doesn't really hurt
us much.
- You know what?
I sh*t you not.
These mumble-crust wh*res,
they have no style,
no ingenuity, no creativity.
They steal it from me.
And you know
what the insane thing is?
Is that it's not even
about me.
I drape bodies that become
the human landscape,
that form part of our
understanding of existence.
- Turn that sh*t off.
- At least
she thinks it was us.
- Sometimes I'm just like,
f*ck it, you know what I mean?
Like, let me just
let it all go.
- You squatting
in Jackie's Chicken.
You have nothing to let go.
- Always practical.
I hate that.
- "Always"?
I want to know
who f*cked up
our money 'cause--
- I put it all on this drive
and erased it from
Metro Designers' computer.
Fooled Grayson.
- I don't know.
It must have not been on.
- Oh, sh*t.
This b*tch got a magic bag.
- We need to find her.
Oh, man, we love your style.
You look so dope.
I love every--
- Sorority prank.
We do charities, too.
- Ah! f*ck you!
f*ck the police!
Somebody buy the beef!
Are you arresting me?
- We ain't the police.
- We're boosters.
- Like you.
- "Boosters"?
What's a booster?
- Somebody that steal clothes
from the store
and sell it
at a discount price.
- It's like community service.
- Three F,
Fashion Forward Filanthropy.
- I'm not a booster.
- Okay.
Well, can you just tell us
where you got the bag from?
If we gonna be in competition,
we need to at least level
the playing field.
- This bag
you can get anywhere.
You can have it.
Just leave me what's inside.
- Wait. It's not a magic bag?
- What's inside?
- You won't understand.
No! f*ck! Okay.
Okay, I'll explain.
But then you leave me alone
after, okay?
- Is that a toilet seat?
- No. They make me scared
to use toilet in this country.
- You ain't use the bathroom
since you been here?
Where you been pissing?
- This is a teleporter.
I think.
- You think?
I come through
this teleporter this morning.
Maybe I am dead or in a coma.
Maybe this is real.
If this is real,
then this is a teleporter.
- You came through
this morning?
- Yes, from Qingdao.
My whole family works
for the Fuxin Factory.
We make the "clotheses"
for Metro Designers.
This is my cousin Li Pan.
And this is me.
My name is Jianhu.
We worked there many years.
They don't pay sh*t.
So we work longer hours
to get more money.
While our parents work late,
me and Li Pan
would play games,
hang out, and do stupid sh*t.
So, one day, we found
how to get into the space
between the walls.
We found we can go
to the other buildings
through the air ducts.
We see the owners
of our factory
with a group of engineers.
So we come back every day
for months.
We figure out that the owners
stole the plans
for a teleporter
from the Chinese government.
They want to use it
to not pay shipping,
but they want to be the first
to use it for their purposes.
They need to test before
the government find out.
Me and Li Pan go back to work
like we know nothing.
When my aunt and other workers
got sick from sandblast denim,
we got a petition signed by
thousands of workers asking,
can we do something
other than sandblast denim
because it make us sick?
We also ask for more pay
so we can afford
to not work so many hours.
The owner said only
Metro Designers can decide.
So he must send our request
all the way up
to Christie Smith.
She said...
- You just need to tell
your guys in the factory,
it is a lot more work for me
to let them make the clothes
than it is for me
to make them myself.
And when you
can grow a set of ba*ls
and start utilizing
that tele-ship device,
cut down my costs...
- We kept working
even when my aunt and others
got silicosis and lung cancer.
When my aunt die,
my mom and others try to get
all the workers to strike,
to make the factory
and Metro Designers
meet our demands.
The workers want condition
to change,
but they are also scared.
What if this does not work?
Then they will lose their job.
Me and Li Pan
want to make Christie Smith
hurt like she hurt us.
We know what days
the engineers do not work.
We also know how to take down
the cameras
and the whole building
to do what we need to do.
We make it look like someone
come in through the door.
And then we hide
the teleporters
in the air ducts
and leave them.
- Many months they
interrogate all the workers.
They search the workers' house
for the teleporters.
Clearly, these do not have
tracking device.
We test the teleporters
for a few weeks.
And then we were ready
to start the plan.
I do not know
if I go through the teleporter
if I'm still the same Jianhu.
Or maybe Jianhu is dead,
and I am someone new.
But I think maybe
the world need a new Jianhu.
Our goal is to empty
every Metro Designers store
and send the "clotheses"
back to China.
Christie Smith will feel pain
for this.
And then she will be forced
to give the workers
what we demand.
I am fairly certain,
after going
through the teleporter,
that I am still
the same Jianhu.
But I am also the new Jianhu.
- You're a raw-a*s b*tch.
- f*ck you,
you're a raw-a*s b*tch!
- Nah, it's a compliment.
Like, you're courageous.
- Yeah.
- Oh, okay.
- You trying to hit all the
Metro Designers in the U.S.?
- Yes.
- There's too many of them.
- Well, I will hit
as many as I can.
- They will snatch you up
before you hit all the ones
in the Bay.
- I have an idea.
Why don't we jump
through the teleporter
and bring this with us?
Your factory workers do this,
problem solved.
- You know that.
Check this out.
You hate Christie Smith.
We hate Christie Smith.
- But we love
her creative genius.
- Now's not the time
for nuance.
Look, Jianhu,
Christie Smith hates us.
She's obsessed with us.
She already talking
sh*t about us in the media.
- Really?
- Really. So here's the plan.
Together, we empty out
every single Metro Designer
in the Bay Area
and all get something we want
for different reasons--
A, our hands on
them banging-a*s clothes,
and, B,
piss off Christie Smith.
- And, C, make her concede
to the demands
of the Fuxin factory workers.
- Well...
that's more of a your want,
not a overlapping want.
Like, A and B is
what we all want.
But if A and B
cause C to happen, hey...
- Look, you need crew
to run interference.
Otherwise, they'll track
you down before you're done.
- 80% to Qingdao.
You keep 20%.
- 70% you, 30% us.
- Okay.
- Wait. If the teleporter
takes it back to China,
how do we get ours?
- I have two.
We send some to Qingdao,
some to Oakland.
- Ooh.
- Okay, check this out.
We be in here a lot.
Our associates closed it
for us.
The wigs got to look
convincing.
They're gonna be on us.
We got to work fast.
- Wait, I'm putting on my...
Oh, my God!
Oh, no!
My friend!
Somebody help her!
Oh, my God!
What are we gonna do?
Oh, sh*t, she's shaking!
- f*ck! f*ck! f*ck!
It's the Velvet g*ng,
I know it!
- But, Christie--
- We need to get a DNA test
of those vomit
red rocket candies--
- There was an announcement.
Somebody at Fuxin at Qingdao
claimed responsibility.
- We are
the vigilante committee
acting on behalf
of the Fuxin workers.
Christie Smith, we have taken
your clothes hostage.
Once you have met our demands,
this will stop,
and we will return
the clothes.
If not, f*ck you.
The demands are,
one, stop the sandblasting
at the plant,
which is hazardous
to our health.
Two, give the workers
30% more pay.
Three, shorter shifts...
- I mean...
- Jamie...
I don't want to f*cking hear
anything f*cking reasonable
from you right now.
f*ck!
These b*tches
are working together.
Get your camera out.
Let's go live.
Good?
All right,
all you m*therf*ckers,
you know the egregious sh*t
that's been happening
at Metro Designers outlet?
Well, some people
lack the understanding
that I don't simply sell the
means to cover your genitals.
I'm f*cking creating goodwill
with my sh*t.
So, to be crystalline,
my fall show
is still happening.
I f*cking bob and weave.
So check it.
Right now I am ordering
a 30% speed-up
at the Qingdao plant.
Anyone who doesn't meet
that quota will be fired.
- We have to go harder.
That's--that's because
it's the only way to make--
- Make her feel it.
- Grayson just text.
"You're all fired
for abandoning your posts.
"You are no longer ambassadors
and are therefore disinvited
from Christie Smith's
fall show."
- Wait, is that the burner?
Mariah, throw that sh*t away.
Okay, Sade.
- Yo.
Shh, yo.
Yo, I don't know
how you do it,
but I knew you had something
to do with it.
I f*cking salute you.
We should coordinate.
- Listen, don't f*cking run up
on us like that.
Okay?
We don't have the time.
Are you trying to follow us?
- I saved your asses.
I got my contacts to erase
every single security video
of all the stores you've hit,
so you are welcome.
See, I figured this was the
place you're gonna hit next.
And if I figured that out,
well...
- Call 911.
- Yeah, that's
what the f*ck I'm doing!
- Help us!
Why are you moving so slow?
- Get her on her side.
- This is serious!
She's on her side!
- Ma'am, I need you
to stay calm.
- I can't stay calm!
Would you stay calm if your
friend was having a seizure?
- No, I understand.
- Okay!
Just hurry up and call!
- What the f*ck?
- What the hell?
- What?
- What did it do
to her dress?
- We saw the people
use this as a teleporter.
That was it.
I was too scared to press
the other buttons.
- We need to test it out.
Ready.
- Oh, f*ck.
- What? That's fire!
- Did it feel funny?
Okay.
- Wait! No!
That's fire!
- Okay.
You can sh**t me now.
- This must be some automatic
random fashion machine.
This is terrible
for haute couture.
- Make me look good, girl.
Why are the n*pples so big?
Who is it?
- Uh, pizza.
- Hold on! I'm taking a long
sh*t that's halfway out!
I don't know.
- What?
- Yo, yo.
- You must think I'm playing.
b*tch, I will beat your a*s!
- No, no, no, no, look, look,
I know this ain't a game,
because I know what that is.
From what I heard, you don't.
- That's the teleporter.
- No, but teleporting is
one of the things it does.
- No, it's
an atomic bedazzler.
- No, what you got here
is a situational accelerator.
- Huh?
- Situation huh?
- The device accelerated those
clothes to another level.
Oh, you got
all the windows open.
Someone's gonna look in.
That sh*t right there
heightens the contradiction
of whatever you aim it at.
- That's why
the boobies are so big.
- It manipulates
time and space,
operating on the principles
of dialectical materialism.
- How would you know that?
- Yo, we can't be here.
This ain't safe.
Everybody knows this spot.
We got to get out of here.
Come with me.
- Go where?
- Who is she?
- Hmm.
- Wikileaks
leaked the information
from the U.S. ambassador
to China
that they
were developing this.
It operates from the idea
that everything that happens
is the result of conflict.
The thesis versus
the antithesis,
which results in synthesis.
That's dialectical
materialism.
So you can set it
to the level of contradiction
you want to heighten
on the subject
you're aiming it at.
See, right now you have
set it up to surface level.
This is why it's
only affecting the clothes.
But you can set it
to deeper contradictions
with these buttons.
Like I said, I was obsessed.
Watch the chair.
- It has a kick to it.
- Yeah, I got it.
- Oh, sh*t!
- Change it! What did you do?
- Oh, my God!
- That's Marvin and Patty.
That's Mariah's parents.
Yes! Yes!
- I put it in
deconstruction mode.
- sh*t!
- That's weird to see.
- What?
- I guess it doesn't work
all the time.
- Yeah.
Yeah, see,
on deconstruction mode,
it turns the subject
into the opposing main forces
that created it--
the thesis and the antithesis.
She is the synthesis
of her parents.
I must have put it
on deep contradiction.
Yo, is that
the Metro Designer clothes?
- Yeah.
Ooh.
- I get it now.
Duh.
- Maybe we can...
- Hey, my cut is gone.
- What?
- When she pressed the button,
my cut is gone.
- Oh, sh*t. Must have been
clothes you worked on.
f*ck.
See, the device broke it down
to the forces that created it.
So material there and time
just traced back to you
and whoever worked on it.
How long did you work
on those pieces?
- Mm, 20 minutes.
- Yo, So your cut
just happened, right?
So, whenever
it gave you back your time,
your body went to the physical
state it was before.
- Okay, it's a time machine.
Well, it uses the concepts
of time and space
to calculate the result
of heightened conflict, right?
So sometimes
it looks like a thing.
Sometimes it looks
like more conflict.
It doesn't use the exact
measurements
of what we call time.
Thesis...
antithesis...
synthesis.
Mullets push history forward.
- Let's take this thing out
to play.
Grab them wigs.
- I'll be right there.
Yes, of course.
Yes, sir. Yeah.
Yeah, I just remade
the spreadsheets,
and I'll bring the coffees
right after.
- The device
has three modes...
This is
situational accelerator.
- Oof. Now he really got
his boss on his back.
- And this is
deconstruct mode.
- I can't!
- Holy sh*t.
- Oh, sh*t,
you got to change her.
- Hell, no!
Nobody has these,
and they match my dress.
- Okay, b*tch.
- Better work.
- Thank you.
Hey, we got to go get ready
'cause tomorrow's
gonna be big.
- Yo, hey, hey, hey.
Check it.
I think we got something
powerful here.
- "We"?
- So we're organizing
a Bay Area-wide strike
against Metro Designers.
We're gonna get them against
the m*therf*cking wall.
And if we coordinate that
with y'all emptying them
with that in teleporter mode,
that sh*t will crack.
- We already got
two goals to coordinate.
We can't get even
more complicated with a third.
- Okay, but it's
like the device.
We're on one side
of the same contradiction.
- Uh-uh. Thank you,
but, uh, we got to go.
- Don't get it twisted.
We help the people, too.
Cheap fashion...
- Mariah, stop!
- Fashion Forward Filanthropy.
- I just want to help,
you know?
- We'll talk to you.
all: f*ck!
f*ck!
- f*ck!
Can I have some of that...
- There's no chicken.
- We have all these clothes...
way more than we ever had.
One thing we could do
is start selling this sh*t.
- You always think you got
the f*cking answers, huh?
- Excuse me?
- Look, I can't think.
I'm gonna get
a red Happy Rustler.
- What did I say?
- Y'all b*tches could tell me
when y'all eat up all my sh*t.
I'm going to the store.
- Sorry, all out
of Happy Rustlers, man.
- Where's the rest of them?
- We're out of Happy Rustlers.
- Oh, yeah,
the distributor came
and took back
all the Happy Rustlers.
- What?
- Yeah, they went to
the stores all this morning.
They had orders to take back
every piece they could find.
Some fashion lady bought
the distributor
and made them do it.
- Stop it! You're gonna get
brain damage.
- Look,
I'm just trying to do my part
and wipe these red
Happy Rustlers off the map.
There are so many poor,
uneducated, urban young women
with just, like,
terrible health conditions.
I mean, and over
frivolous stupidity like this.
So, look, I-I'm just trying
to do my part.
Oh, everybody's been wanting
to see my Napa house?
Well, here it is, f*ck.
This is my aquamarine hideout.
I need to be surrounded
by aquamarine
to feel safe.
- Aquamarine--it gives me hope
for the future.
- Like, this is the color
of taffy, of dahlias, of...
- It's turquoise, b*tch.
- She's right about the candy
being unhealthy. Maybe--
- Always on that bullshit!
Now is not the time
for nuance, Sade!
- Scream on me again.
Watch.
- The best thing we can do
is focus
on selling these clothes.
- No, what about
the Fuxin factory workers?
You promised
you'd help me out.
- We can't go
back to Metro Designers.
We got to sell this sh*t.
- Money's not enough now
anyway.
We still gonna do
everything we set out to do.
Christie Smith
wants to bring it to us.
We got to bring it to her.
I have a plan.
I don't have a plan.
All I know is,
we need to get in there.
- Wait. You don't have a plan?
- Well, I know we gonna put
these two devices
on deconstruction mode,
get in there, and destroy all
her clothes in front of her.
- Let's make her f*cking cry.
- We just need to figure out
how to get in there.
Maybe we could call Grayson
and apologize or...
- Oh, snap, look at that.
He's modeling for Christie.
That's a come-up for him.
- He can help us.
You need to talk to him
before he goes inside.
- Just don't let him
put his head between your--
- Right, okay.
Hey.
Listen, I don't know
what you are all doing here.
There are lots
of people out there who--
- Let's go.
- Hmm.
Corvette, Corvette, Corvette.
Hey, hey, hey.
Listen, I...
I can feel
that you are lonely, okay?
I-I'm lonely, too.
- You need to get
on a app and swipe.
- No, I'm not talking
about that.
I'm talking about a world
in which things are happening,
and you're not a part of it.
No matter how hard you try,
you can never touch it.
You're just a pinball
bouncing around out there.
Open the door, Vette!
- I'm fine!
- I see that in you.
- Vette?
- Sade, I'm just talking!
- I don't want to be
presumptuous.
But I have an answer.
I'll show you.
This guy, Dr. Jack--
he says all we need
is a material basis
for our connection.
- So I give you money,
and when the well runs dry,
then I'm sh*t out of luck?
- That's not what I'm saying.
- I don't have time
for this sh*t.
- Listen, I just--
I just want to talk to you.
And I would love
to hang out with you.
But I have to be honest
about something first.
I'm trying to be
a good person.
T-to do that, we need honesty
and direct communication,
so here goes.
I am a demon.
I suck the souls from people--
men, women.
I suck them from down there.
I don't know when I came here,
how I came here,
why I came here.
All I know is that
I've been here for millennia.
My whole life
is just a fragmented blur.
It's like I'm not living
my own life.
I mean, the earliest memory
I have that's the clearest
is one that happened
about two years ago
when I was in Target.
I don't know
why I was in Target.
Why the f*ck
was I in Target anyway?
I can't even remember the last
time I went to Target.
Ever since that day, I...
I questioned my existence.
And, oh, but
I'm STD-free as well, so...
- So you like a vampire?
- What?
- No, I'm not like a vampire.
- Yeah, you suck the souls
out of people.
- Okay, sure,
and you're like Hitler
because you both wear clothes.
- I got to go.
- sh*t.
- Welcome
to our worldwide broadcast
of Christie Smith's fall show.
Our Metro Designer family
from all over is the audience,
while store managers
from around the world
will watch and check in
from their locations.
They're even
watching in Chi--
- All right, all right,
all right.
Let's get hyped
for Christie, y'all.
Y'all ready for
the Christie Smith fall show?
I know y'all in the house.
Let's party it up tonight.
Shout-out to the execs.
- Dude, fighting
for what we deserve
isn't gonna make it worse.
- Oh, sh*t.
It's really her.
- Christie f*cking Smith.
- Let's turn
that frown upside down.
I'll tell you what...
- What's with the attitude?
- Nothing.
I'm just kind of exhausted.
- One day you're gonna have
your own line,
and you can talk sh*t
about how hard I worked you.
But today is f*cking proof
that what we do is worth it.
We make f*cking art
that reaches people.
It's democratic.
- I don't know
about democratic.
- If we wanted, we could get
every whacked-out as*h*le
in the state of Michigan
wearing fuchsia.
- That'd be cool.
- And look down on that sh*t
and see that fuchsia spot
on the Earth.
Bam!
Humanity is our canvas.
Now get excited
about this, b*tch, okay?
- I don't think people
want to be the art.
They want to be the artist.
- So I'm not
gonna waste any time.
I'm here to show you
what you're representing.
It's not fashion.
- Let's start now.
- It's landscape architecture.
- No. We need to go
for maximum "f*ck you" power.
- Let's get it crackin'.
- All right,
remember to put it on shallow.
Okay, we need to deconstruct
the clothes, not the people.
Double-check that sh*t!
- I see t*tties and dicks!
Y'all looking fi--
Oh, sh*t! Security!
- Oh, my God!
- What the f*ck is happening?
- They told us to go this way
with the whatchamacallit.
- Please stay tuned as
security gets to the bottom
of this chaotic disturbance.
- Mariah, Sade,
rack run formation.
- Maybe we should put it
on teleporter
and take all this sh*t.
It's money.
- No.
f*ck Christie Smith.
I need her to feel this sh*t.
- Damn.
f*ck!
You got me--
All right. All right.
If you say it's up, it's up.
We go hard.
- Right now...
- For the Fuxin workers.
- For Fashion Forward
Filanthropy.
- For low-class urban b*tches.
For taking back turquoise.
- Kick out the jams,
m*therf*ckers!
- Five, four, three,
two, one.
- Well, I feel pretty good
And I guess that I could get
crazy now, baby
'Cause we all got in tune
Then the dressing room
got hazy now, baby
- It's the Velvet g*ng.
They ain't shutting sh*t down.
Let's fix it.
- Let me up on the stand
And let me
kick out the jam
Yes, kick out...
- Maybe that way.
- No, down here.
- I want to kick 'em out
I done kicked 'em out
- Why don't you just try
and open it this time?
See?
- We paid a fortune
for these, Doug.
She has to stop giving us
the same old character.
- A hundred grand per suit,
and that's peanuts
for the quality
and style, man.
both: The $100,000 suits!
- Nuh-uh.
- f*cking jackpot.
- What are you talking about?
- Corvette heard Christie
talking about
some $100,000 suits.
We're gonna steal them
and make a grip.
- We gonna destroy them and
make Christie Smith suffer.
I told you, this sh*t is
about more than money, Sade.
- Are you crazy?
- It's about revenge.
- You said it's not just
about the money. We could--
- You got to step it up.
- Hey, what the f*ck?
- Stay back, m*therf*ckers!
- This is crazy.
Destroy everything else,
but 100 racks a suit--
that's my kid's future.
- There's no street value
to these suits.
- Shut the f*ck up!
- My dude Mike
can sell anything!
- Okay.
- Wait, isn't that
Upstanding Community Member?
And that's Young Base Dude.
- And you
Crying Black Mother.
- That's weird.
Why are y'all here?
Dr. Jack?
Dr. Jack, it's me, Sade.
- I-I don't know who you are.
- What?
- Why are you acting funny?
I'm only
three love offerings away
from hitting community love
and getting big paid.
Do not do this now.
- These girls
are just boosters.
- Wait, you know,
and Dr. Jack doesn't?
That's weird.
- Man, f*ck it, let's
just take the damn suits.
- Hell, yeah.
Let me try it this time.
- Now...
- It's on teleporter mode.
- Now, where the damn suits?
- We aren't telling you sh*t.
Before I turn you
into sticky nut and eggs.
- I don't want to be
sticky nuts.
- We're wearing them, b*tch!
Hundred Gs for these?
Christie Smith
going basic as f*ck.
There must be more.
Tell me where the other--
- That's enough. We ain't
telling y'all a g*dd*mn thing.
f*ck that.
You and the f*cking--
- They're in the truck.
- Whoa! Oh, f*cking sh*t!
- Sade, get the keys.
- Why would you do that?
- All y'all, take
your f*cking clothes off.
Take your m*therf*cking
clothes off.
Strip now!
All y'all, come on!
Hey!
Take it off.
- Take it all off.
- I f*cked up.
- Fold that.
- Okay, listen.
- Hey!
- Hold it down.
Listen, I'm gonna--Let me--
Don't let this appearance
fool you.
Y'all about to get f*cked up
out this game.
- Take it off!
There ain't sh*t going on.
- Don't look at me like that.
- Stop yelling!
- Hey!
You, all of it, all of it.
- Come on!
- All off!
- Okay, okay.
- Are you flexing right now?
- Do what she says. Come on.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
The f*ck is going on?
- We're giving you
the suits, okay?
Jeez.
- Just take 'em.
- Man, f*ck that skin.
Man, that skin
was getting itchy.
- Where's the real Dr. Jack?
- No such thing.
We all take shifts.
- I never needed my skin.
It was holding me back.
- So you didn't know
what these--
- Look at me! Look at me!
This is my truth.
- Who the f*ck are you?
- We're Forge Democracy
Think Tank.
You won't be able
to sell these.
- My dude can sell anything.
- What the f*ck does
a think tank have to do
with not having any skin?
- We had our skin
surgically removed...
- This is who we really are
underneath.
- Ugh. Okay, we had
our skin surgically removed
to fit the skin suits Christie
made to execute the project.
- Christie made these?
- Of course Christie made
these damn suits.
Y'all see the label?
It's Christie, man.
She's a f*cking genius.
- We hired the expert
at changing perception.
She came hard
with the confluence
of fashion
and the science background
to bring style
to a deeper, deeper place.
- Cut the sh*t!
f*ck Christie Smith.
- Yeah.
Pile them skin suits
over there.
- Yeah.
What kind of project
would even mean--
- Oh, many think tanks use
publicists and bots
to simulate public demand
for their policy.
But we use real-world avatars
to change culture itself.
Create demand for more police.
Make people see the glory
of market-rate housing.
Show worker organizing
is bad for workers themselves.
- Hey, man, get your a*s
in a corner somewhere.
- Damn.
- Why are there doubles,
though?
- Characters get popular,
or--or--or many of us
play one character.
I play the Dr. Jack
that you know of.
- I play a lot of parts.
One day I had to be head
of the Get Rid of the Homeless
coalition,
president of
Neighbors Against Loud Music,
and Candace Owens, which
I really enjoyed, actually.
- They're too heavy. I can't--
it's--it's not work--
it's heavy.
- I think we have to go
one by one.
- We don't have
that kind of time.
I'm going to just deconstruct
this sh*t myself.
- Please, Vette,
let's make some money.
- What? You always--
- No, no,
you keep saying I always--
No, you keep saying I always
do this. I stay doing that.
I don't always do sh*t.
I'm changing all the time.
I'm constantly looking
at our options,
adjusting to the moment,
coming up with new plans.
You pigeonhole me and act like
I'm another obstacle to you.
Of course you feel alone,
when you can barely see
your best friend
as a moving,
changing human being.
What I always do is
have your f*cking back!
Keep with this sh*t, one day
that might change, too.
Uh-uh, no.
You got to be kidding me.
sh*t, you want to get
revenge on Christie Smith?
b*tch, she's a billionaire.
What you gonna do--annoy her?
Is that gonna make you
feel connected?
No.
We sell this sh*t.
- You won't be able
to sell these!
both:
Shut the f*ck up!
- Talk about this later.
We got to go.
- If we gonna take it...
Let's take all of it.
Load this sh*t up.
Come on.
We rolling the f*ck out.
- All right.
- Come on.
- We can't let them take
the f*cking suits!
It takes months for new ones.
We got to catch 'em.
And get those devices. They do
more than Christie knows.
- Go to the shop.
We gonna shake these fools,
then teleport the suits
to you.
You know if you k*ll us,
Christie Smith wins, right?
I do this.
- sh*t.
Let's keep the device on
teleporter mode
and just get out.
- Lose the device
and the meal ticket?
Nah. Deconstruct they a*s.
What'd you do?
- It's stuck
on situational accelerator.
Is that some kind
of futuristic police tank?
Holy sh*t.
Death to the fugitives.
Step out of the vehicle,
you gushy wank dork mongles.
- We're not losing
these suits and this money.
I'm gonna need you
to trust me, Cassandra.
- Don't call me Cassandra
out here.
- Watch me shake 'em.
- You're dead meat!
Move!
- Mall management
is encouraging all customers
to stay off the escalators
and stroll
into our second-floor sale.
- There goes
that security guard Vashan.
Vashan, you still a b*tch!
- If you are running
from the commotion,
Zumiez has running shoes
for 25% off.
Once again, the escalators
are off-limits,
but you don't need them...
- Because the amazing deals
at Gloria's Secret
will take you
to that higher level.
- This sh*t is so overpriced.
You gonna have
to trust me again.
- We got to get
these suits back.
I'm f*cking cold.
- There they go right there.
I told you I would shake 'em.
- Oh!
- I can do
deconstruction mode now.
- Give me that sh*t.
Jeez. Boom!
- It got put
in teleporter mode.
Now it's chopping pieces off.
- We got to get that sh*t.
We got to stop.
- We can't stop.
- We stop now
and get that sh*t,
or we stop once the truck
and the suits are chopped up.
- We got to change
our life money in here.
- We gonna do this or what?
- I think I can climb on top
and go back
and get the device.
- What?
- I think I can reach
the buttons.
- You sure?
sh*t.
- Take my suit!
Vince! I'm in front of you!
- Tell her to stop,
or we split both your wigs.
- These b*ll*ts hurt.
- Hey, Vette! Hold on!
all: sh*t!
- f*ck! sh*t, sh*t, sh*t!
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck!
Damn it, I'm f*cking stuck!
- There's only
a couple skin suits left.
Get out of here.
Go cash those in.
I'll distract 'em
by going the other way.
- You sure?
- Don't worry.
I got a escape hatch.
You was right.
- Mm-hmm.
- Always.
- Hey, m*therf*ckers!
Hey!
I got your skin suits
right here!
- That tele-shipper
goes to China.
So the skin suits are in
China, then?
- Look, we run faster
if we shut up!
- Shut the f*ck up.
- Yeah, I'm all natural,
so look away, sick perverts!
- Move out the way!
Hold up. I'm Jianhu's friend.
- That guards are coming.
- Is Jianhu safe?
- Yeah.
I seen you in the Fuxin movie.
- Hey!
- Li Pan,
please hold this for me.
Only came here trying to duck
some b*ll*ts,
but I got to be out.
- There--there she is!
- Li Pan!
- Let me hide you.
Oh, sh--
- Just--just hold on.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank y'all, for real.
Thank y'all.
Put it in deconstruction mode.
The device--
aim it at the guards
and put it
in deconstruction mode.
- You m*therf*cking crime
f*cking--
- Get her!
- Oh, is that what
we're trying to do here?
'Cause I had no idea until
you f*cking yelled it at me.
- Yeah,
that's very clich, Doug.
Makes it seem
like we're your henchmen.
- We don't f*cking work
for you, man.
- You got us down here
with no clue.
- You got to call Christie and
get our f*cking money back.
- How the f*ck
I end up back here?
- It looks like agitators
have gotten a small group
to be disruptive
about pay raises and lunches.
Luckily, most of the crowd
isn't going for it.
- I know most of you
are scared,
but we can get what we want
with a strike.
workers:
Christie Smith sucks a*s!
- See, I don't think
you understand the sacrifices
that--that it takes
to create the kind of beauty
that I've been bringing
to all of you.
I've replenished our backstage
with truckloads
of wearable art
and made sure
they can't stop us.
I don't think you know
what I go through
to make this all happen.
- Corvette.
Corvette.
- f*ck is y'all doing? We're
supposed to meet at the shop.
- He helped us again.
- I betrayed my employer
and my career
to connect with you.
I gave up everything so that
you'd know how much I care.
- The building
that you dropped us off at...
- Damn.
- That was
Christie's warehouse.
Jianhu destroyed a warehouse
of Christie's sh*t.
- Yeah, so they found us,
and they started sh**t at--
Poom, poom--No.
Blop, blop, blop!
And they chase us,
and so we end up here.
- I wasn't expecting to be as
hyped just watching Jianhu
getting back at Christie for
what she's doing to Qingdao,
but...
workers: More cash!
Christie Smith sucks a*s!
- f*ck you, Christie!
- Is that gonna make you
feel connected?
- We're all one side
of the same contradiction.
We need to accelerate
the conflict.
Jianhu, give me
your device, quick.
I have a plan.
- Li Pan, I know
exactly what we need to do.
Go over there
and hold the device.
Trust me.
- Louder!
workers:
Christie Smith sucks a*s!
Longer lunch, more cash!
- You're putting
it on teleporter mode?
What if--
- Mine is on teleporter mode.
Corvette is on
situational accelerator mode.
Li Pan is also
on teleporter mode!
Li Pan will teleport
her stream to me.
- They will have them both
at the same time?
- Both are one situation.
We accelerate that.
Oh!
- Whoo!
Yeah!
workers: We fight on strike!
We fight...
- That's right! f*ck them.
Yeah!
- I'll give it to you,
you b*tches are creative.
But it's not gonna
change anything.
You want to drag me
the f*ck down
and feel good
about yourselves?
Fine.
But I'm an innovator,
making f*cking art
and making pathways
for you b*tches.
And you boosters just take.
- Like you?
- No, a-anything I take,
I make my own.
- So do we.
- No.
I'm--I'm who you
and your friends hope to be.
I'm part of you.
So you're not fighting me.
You're just fighting yourself.
- That means
it's possible to win.
Look at them.
They're creating
a new pattern.
They're coming together
to pick the fabric
and the colors.
That--that's the art.
- Oh, sh**t.
- But why disrupt my sh*t?
- Christie.
- I mean, I'm--
I'm helping re-envision.
- Yeah!
Bye, Christie.
- It's like we're touching
the world.
- The strike that started
with Metro Designers retail
and factory workers
has spread to other industries
internationally,
with several industries
being shut down
and, in some places,
the restructuring of economies
and redistribution
of resources.
This has forced leaders
to agree to wide-ranging
policy changes.
In the midst
of the ongoing strike,
Christie Smith has been forced
to capitulate
to two of the strike's
demands--
higher pay and an end
to sandblasting denim.
Smith inexplicably blames
the situation
on the Velvet g*ng boosters
and someone
named Corvasieracy.
Leaders have decried
the strikes as being part
of some larger strategy
with radical aims.
Organizers
vowed to continue striking
until all demands are met.
- We're excited to be
in a moment
where workers
from other industries
are joining us
to get what we need
and shut down the industry,
to use our collective power
to get and create
the world we want.
We don't have to be isolated
and fight alone
with our problems.
We can be together.
- Community member caught
in bootleg
Christmas tree operation.
A grotesque skinless man
claiming to be the real
upstanding community member
claims that some boosters
skin-jacked him
and sold his skin suit
to the man in custody.
Got us five racks each.
- He decries
the moral depravity
rampant in urban areas.
- Jianhu!
- Hey.
- Hi! Hi!
Wow! You look so pretty!
- You look beautiful
in the motherland.
- I have the best news
of my life.
My mom is now
100% cancer-free!
- Wait, what?
- What?
- Because we deconstructed
so many "clotheses"
that the time spent working
on them went back to her body,
to before the cancer.
- What?
- Quit playing
- That's amazing.
- That's so beautiful.
- You did good.
- Mama!
- Mama say hi!
- Hey!
- Hi, Mama!
- Ni hao!
- Everything
you did was so amazing.
I feel that we are
two lonely souls
that are meant to connect.
And, look, I know you know
that I'm a demon.
But we can do everything else.
I don't have to go down
on you.
A-and there's one more thing.
- What is it?
- If someone were
to fall in love with me...
truly, truly...
Then I'd turn
into a normal human.
- No more sucking souls
out of pussies?
- No more sucking souls
out of pussies.
- It's tempting.
But I'm not there anymore.
And I can't be with somebody
that's not gonna go
down on me.
- Cassandra
Cassandra
Cassandra
Cassandra
I'm immune
to simple stimulus
Cassandra, you were
Something other
Cassandra, you saw
Cassandra, you wept
Cassandra, you were
Something older
Than the magma
That's neatly...
Cassandra
Cassandra
What have the fates spun
for us today?
Cassandra
Cassandra
There's no return
to yesterday
Cassandra, I knew
That happiness was
A foreign language
For both of us
Cassandra, I saw
In the whirlwind
and as it blew
Cassandra
Cassandra
Cassandra
Cassandra
I'm immune
to simple stimulus
Cassandra
Cassandra
What have the fates spun
for us today?
Cassandra
Cassandra
There's no return
to yesterday
I exist upon another plane
That barely intersects
with this one
I'll stay above all
of the worldly pain
Playin' jump rope
with a shotgun
Deck the walls
into ways out
You only fall
if you look down
It's two-dimensional, girl
It's two-dimensional, boy
It's two-dimensional, girl
It's two-dimensional
You never break my dreams
or my nose
I'm made of ink and paint
and rubber hose
Some folks can stomach
my self-shaded mania
But I'll break the mountains
down to entertain ya
A two-dimensional girl
A two-dimensional boy
A two-dimensional girl
A two-dimensional
If I don't like the way
my story's drawn
I'll take some turpentine,
erase it
Unscrew my head
and put a new one on
If it's too difficult
to face it
Deck the walls
into ways out
You only fall
if you look down
It's two-dimensional, girl
It's two-dimensional, boy
It's two-dimensional, girl
It's two dimensional
Sometimes I get afraid
I'll fade away
If the eyes on me
should falter
But I'd switch back on
with a cathode ray
Though I may be
somewhat altered
A two-dimensional girl
A two-dimensional boy
A two-dimensional girl
A two-dimensional
- One more time.
- Tell me, Reggie,
how is it you spell it
When you're in love
With something so dead,
you can smell it?
Like two hearts preserved
in maple syrup
And the boy that you love
is off dying in Europe
Or Asia or something
You forgot to ask
It's been seven long,
horrible years
Since you last told him
you loved him
You were so neat about
your happily-ever-after
Nobody else was in it, but
you said it with laughter
I'd be a writer
You'd play your guitar
We'd both have each other,
like two summer stars
But I was alone
when I moved to New York
And the place
that you dreamed of
Is not there anymore
And all my words
seem to be able to do
Is paint all these
desperate portraits of you
So you lived out your life
How you thought
you deserved it
And spent all your nights
busy feeling deserted
Tell your girlfriend
she means
Something
more than she does
The last key to unlock
the boys' room never was
But you saw it,
you swear it
He was there on the corner
Across from the house
that now sits like a mourner
Empty of everything
it ever lover
While torn-up drafts of
letter rain down from above
I remember
when you told me
About your
happily-ever-after
Nobody else was in it, but
you said it with laughter
I'd be a writer,
you'd play your guitar
We'd both have each other
like two summer stars
But I was alone
when I moved to New York
And the place
that you dreamed of
Is not there anymore
And all my work
seemed to be able to do
Is paint all these
desperate portraits of you
And will you be alone?
You'll see him again
Maybe alone is better
than just being friends
Oh, it can't be, there's
nothing as cold as this pain
Of a soul too big
for one body to contain
So daunting a task
is holding out hope
Chasing after the "Argo"
in a little rowboat
There's so much that you
want to be able to say
Before Charybdis
pulls you away
Will we still have that
ending you told me about
Before we got older
and filled up with doubt?
'Cause I was holding back
tears that night in your car
Now I'd give
everything I have
Just to hear your guitar
I'd have died
to have had you
With me in New York
'Cause these Upstate stars
Just ain't cuttin' it
anymore
All the rivers, the trees,
and the streets seem to do
Is reflect back to me
a picture of you
So what is the story
you want them to tell?
Will you take off the mask,
though it wore you so well?
Will you go down
this heartbreak town's
Tragic hero
With me as your sidekick
The lovesick Pierrot?
- This sh*t takes you
to the next rung
of the f*cking spiral.
So some people think
that time is circular.
But even when you think you've
been through something before
and it feels circular,
the knowledge
of having been there before
and the differences that come
from being there before...
makes each rotation
similar but different.
It puts you
in a different level...
In a different rung
of the spiral.
The device skips the rungs,
using the forces
that push it up the spiral,
which is conflict,
aka...
Contradiction.
Thesis...
antithesis...
synthesis.
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