Yeah, but who the fuck is The Spice King?
Apparently, there's a new chef in town.
Some dude on house arrest just moved
into Collin's old room next door.
Get a job, Earl, today.
It's gotta be weird with Janelle back
from Bali or wherever the fuck.
Two people under one roof
trying to reenter Oakland society.
Trish been in a funk since she got denied that bank loan.
There's more to it, but she won't tell me.
I'll bet some bullshit must've happened at that club.
Let's go! Clock's tickin'.
Meanwhile, Ashley still hasn't told Sean.
Does he know where I am yet?
Every day that goes by, I just hope
she brings him here, tells him I didn't leave him.
-Move through, please. -All right. Thank you.
Purse in the basket.
-Next. -Here you go.
All right, over there.
-I am waiting to be hated. -Where's my son, Ash?
Even though he don't say it, my breath bated
because, let's face it,
he asks with his eyes,
but his tongue ain't far behind and gaining,
and I don't have the heart or mind
to tell him it ain't the time.
Ash, bring my son to the line, babe.
See, his son is also mine, and the boy won't cry.
He'll just go ghost in the eyes if he gets wise
and see that monsters ain't under the bed.
They come cuffing in the night,
and I don't want his first monster
to be the one that ate his papa alive.
I'm in the belly of the whale.
Bring my son inside!
Fuck this line!
I wanna duck and hide,
cut and climb out of my rut and run.
But I'm not the one to leave a motherfucker up and dried.
Oh, well, I guess today's the day that loyalty died, huh?
Ugh!
I got one boy going on man
and one man I've made a growing lie,
stuck where hoping dies, and...
here I am all doey-eyed.
What kinda dope am I? The broken kind?
In need of an omen or at least an open mind.
So throw me a bone or a sign, 'cause I'm going blind.
And I'm knowin' that clock ain't slowin'
by the time I go in.
I'm probably overtime.
Fuck!
Ash!
Hey!
♪ Roll 'em up, Oaktown ♪
♪ It's the A-N-T ♪
♪ Just nod your head To the funk I bump ♪
♪ And pass the dank to me ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm about to get The West Coast loaded ♪
♪ Put my rap into your Zag ♪
♪ And you can damn sure Smoke it... ♪
Oh!
♪ Ready to get you high ♪
♪ Potent like endo ♪
♪ Or maybe chocolate Thai ♪
♪ You say you want the best ♪
♪ Well, I'ma bring The best... ♪
Oh, shit.
James, what up?
Hey, you said you know about the boats, right?
I got you an interview at the port.
It's in an hour, though, so I'll pick you up.
Be outside in 30.
Wh--
What?
Ash.
Come do psychedelic drugs with me.
I got a lot going on up there.
I just walked out on a visit with Miles today,
and I don't think that door is safe to open right now.
Uh-uh, uh-uh, see, Smash, now, that's the problem, okay?
You gotta let that door fly open, you feel me?
Let it fly open, spill into the room.
Then take a step back,
take a look, and go,
"Hey, what the fuck is all of this?"
You know? And then deal with it.
Why are you so naked all the time?
Take it easy on her today, y'all.
My girl's goin' through it.
Uh, goin' through what, the last pair of pants?
A cotton allergy? A denim protest?
Why you always gotta make a comment on what I'm wearing?
Mm, I'm commenting on what you're never wearing.
Wearing pants in the house is stupid, okay?
I feel liberated, okay?
I want to feel free at home.
W-well, how you feel at work, then?
Expensive.
Look, I do not wear this for anyone.
I wear this to feel comfortable and let it all out.
You're just always so exposed.
And you're so fuckin' afraid of bein' exposed.
All right, all right.
No, she's always talkin' some shit!
That's enough! Trish!
Listen, you are gonna love the HCHM experience, okay?
Now, my girl Maria,
she's leading this guided trip, right?
And I promise you, sis, it will give you
a whole new perspective on life, okay?
Do the fool on your chakra, right?
Wipe the smirk off ye hurt.
Ghost ride the pain inside.
Listen, go dumb all on that numb.
Okay, okay, okay. -I'm serious.
Wait, wait, wait. Hold up, hold up.
Y'all bitches finna do 'shrooms?
Oh, good morning, sunshine.
I mean, it's not only 'shrooms.
I mean, it's kinda like that, same idea.
Bet. See, yes, that is what I need.
I need to trip so I can stop trippin'.
Get a sad bitch back to a bad bitch!
Drug myself so I can love myself.
Mm, child, your generation is a mess.
It's a metaphor.
All right, listen, I'll be nice, okay?
I'll text Maria; I'm sure she'll be fine with it.
Ooh, yes, thank you, 'Nelle.
Jacque, please come with, okay?
I need your positive vibes.
James, goddamn. I gotta know about boats.
Like, I gotta be comfortable
but, "Hey, I'm skilled with boats."
All right, you good.
You ain't high off no two hits, nigga, you not.
You Big Shmokie. Big--
I can't even read this shit.
I just need some eye drops or somethin'.
All right, I'ma be straight.
Wa-wa-wa-wa-wa!
Let's wake up a little bit!
Whoa! Ha-ha.
Whoo! Whoo! Comin' at you.
You're good.
Stop talkin' to yourself. Stop talkin' to yourself.
Okay.
You are a weird motherfucker.
Unplug and get in.
Yeah.
Okay. Fuck.
Okay.
Whew!
Thank God that wasn't too complicated.
You're tellin' me.
That's quite an ensemble.
Khaki shorts are the jeans of the sea.
You nervous or something?
Did you turn my monitor off?
-Like, is it off, off? -Yes, Earl.
You're good till five p.m. I did it this morning.
Put your fuckin' seat belt on.
You don't gotta curse like that.
-You can just-- -You can walk, you know.
Your s--
Ooh, bitch! It's cold as Ashley out here.
Somethin' might go down while we're here, Trish.
Did you bring your ho-in-the-dark bathing suit?
Uh-uh, ain't nobody gettin' in that cold-ass water.
Oh, so you admit you have one.
Listen, heifers, we are not doin' this today, okay?
Now, Bay beaches are for reflective pondering
while staring off into the sunset in your North Face.
Damn, it is hella beautiful,
even though it's a gloomy-ass day.
But, y'all, it is the perfect place
to do some mushrooms.
Uh-uh, the Furley Dose.
Oh, shoot. There go Maria.
Now, y'all don't embarrass me.
Hola, chica! Como estás?
Mm-hmm, yeah.
Okay. Yeah. Okay. Okay.
-Hey, um, I'm-- -Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
Okay. Okay. Okay. Yeah, yeah.
-I'm the, uh, two-- -Okay. Uh, oh, okay.
Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah. Yes. Yes.
Right. Uh-uh.
Okay. Okay.
Okay, bye.
Ah!
Uh, hello. Are you the three o'clock?
I'm the two o'clock.
Oh, everything's been pushed.
The only two hiring managers are super behind.
Our third port manager's wife nearly got stung to death
when she went out to check on her honeycomb.
The hive was not having it.
So am I the three o'clock now?
Yeah. Just have a seat.
-We'll get to you. -Okay.
Is-is there a bus stop nearby?
I really need to get home by five.
Yes, the 26 has a stop right outside.
-Okay. -Here.
Have a seat.
Just focus on my voice.
That's right.
Let everything go.
Soften your jaw.
That's right.
Hello.
Port of Oakland office.
How can I help you?
Excuse me.
Cleat hitch.
-Earl? -Hi.
Uh, the manager's ready for you.
Great. Thank you. Thank you.
Stop it.
Is this happening right now?
-It was a hot night in August. -Hot August night.
Humid. I hit the store to get some OJ to shroom with.
-Yes.
-This bitch is trippin'. -Ooh!
Okay, let's get started.
Thank you all for coming here today...
and for using Venmo instead of PayPal.
And for having the bravery to seek the clarity
that you know that you need.
If you're here...
...there's something weighing on you.
-Yes. -You want answers.
It's not easy to un-fog the mirror
and even harder to face what we see--
da-da-da--once we do.
-Ooh.
The Furley Dose will do this for you if you ask for it.
She will give you a clearer image--
hey, girl-- and then it's up to you
to decide what you want to do with it.
So let's start by introducing ourselves
and setting our intention.
We will pass the permission to be vulnerable.
Hi. Um, I'm Amy.
Um, my intention is to, um...
I'm sorry.
My intention is to...
gain the strength and the clarity that I need
to leave my boyfriend,
who's been verbally and emotionally abusive
to me for a while now.
-Wow. Okay. Okay.
I'm Jacque, and I love painting.
You're so good at it.
-Y'all, she is so good at it. -I love it.
But sharing it is weird
because I use social media for promotion,
not expression.
Like, a post of my tits,
that's lots of likes, you know what I'm saying?
Uh, but a painting?
That's dead in the water.
And I struggle with how to make painting make sense
with the rest of me.
So... yeah.
Ooh, damn, ladies. Okay.
I'm Trish, and...
...I get mad at how mad I get.
Like, I'm a good person.
-Right? And... -Mm-hmm.
...I just think I'm in an environment
where I don't have control over shit.
-Mm. -And I don't hate what I do,
but I hate that a motherfucker can tell me when to do it.
-Ase.
-Mm-hmm. -Ase.
I'm Janelle.
My intention is to find a way
to anchor myself firmly here.
I feel like the home that I remember is this idea
that I can't find anymore.
And I need to be
this new old me in this...
old new place.
- All right.
Okay. Okay.
Come on, Ashley.
Even you have feelings sometimes.
-Come on, Trish. -Trish!
I'm helping pass the permission.
You heard the bitch say that.
I... wake up in the morning
every day...
and sometimes we're in our bedroom.
He's snoring. I'm warm.
But then I feel the cold of the couch we bought together,
and I look around the room that isn't mine
and I remember my life has been ripped from me.
And I'm alone with our son, and...
sometimes, during the day,
I get a few quick moments where I forget.
And that'll be enough to live on for a little while.
I skipped visitation today...
...because Miles keeps asking to see his son.
And... Sean doesn't know his dad is in prison yet,
so he doesn't have to hold that pain.
And now it's my job to give it to him.
And then it'll be real.
And I lose those few quick moments
where I forget, and I need them!
Which makes me keep thinking...
what if this breaks us?
All three of us in different ways.
So I'm here because I need to know
how the fuck to steer this ship and keep us all aboard.
And I... I wish I could handle this on my own,
but I really need him right now!
And I've got no--
uh, I've-I've got no...
um...
I'm Ashley.
Okay.
Let's do some drugs.
That's why we don't let pelicans
near the steering column.
It took three weeks just to get the feathers out.
-Earl! -Huh?
So you're really into boats?
Huh? Yes. Yes.
When I mentioned that to James earlier,
I was talking about, like, gondolas at Lake Merritt.
But, uh, I mean, I can get romantic on a tugboat too.
Not-not with anyone.
Just saying I'm-I'm adaptable.
Do you think you can find 14 hours of manual labor,
starting at the ass crack of dawn every day, romantic?
'Cause that's what this job is.
It's only a gondola in that it's slow,
and they sing sometimes but not well.
I know a lot of sailing knots.
And I used to sail and teach sailing
at Lake Merritt as a teenager.
I know how to sail the, uh-- the Sunfish, the JY-15,
uh, them little El Toros, them catamathangs, um--
Okay, hon.
Well, we pull barges here.
Do you know what a barge is?
Just that Gaston is roughly the size of one.
That's cute. You got kids?
No. No kids.
Less cute, then.
So listen.
We hire a lot of ex-cons here. It's a program we do.
We work with James often, but...
pardon the pun, we run a tight ship.
And I need to know with some certainty
that you will follow the rules
and, most importantly, be on time,
because when that ship leaves, it doesn't come back.
I got no problem with rules, but-but--
And another thing is, this job is very physical.
No offense, but I wouldn't describe you as a large man.
Do you think you'll be able to handle it?
-Wh-what was that? -Oh, that's the 4:30 ferry.
Wait, it's four.
4:30.
-It's not 4:03? -Mm-mm.
That clock's been slow for years.
I gotta go.
This is James. Leave a message.
Fuck, James!
Don't be late. Don't be late.
Don't be late.
Ugh.
Mmm.
Mmm, mmm.
Mm.
I feel... stronger already.
Ah!
You ready?
Be sure to drink that entire gallon of water.
Since you all haven't eaten in the last six hours,
the vomiting will be fluid, okay?
'Nelle!
Aw, shit. My bad, y'all.
Y'all wasn't supposed to eat. I hella meant to say that.
Damn it, 'Nelle. Ah!
Come on, James.
Answer the fucking phone.
This is James. Leave a message.
James! Fuck!
Fuck, I missed it.
Fuck!
Okay. Okay. Okay.
It's gonna be okay.
Why?
Really got me off to the races.
Motherfucker's high as a spaceship, but the crash bad.
It's '02 Baghdad in these streets,
billionaire's backlash.
Move, nigga!
-Fuck!
Lean into it.
No, no!
Nah, they got Johnny Africa too, nigga.
Fuck it, then fly. We gotta be that fast Mad Max.
Double time, triple time, no, slow, hold.
Oh, you're shaped like a hashtag.
What?
Nigga, you're shaped like a hashtag.
Fuck! Fuck!
You a'ight, bro?
I'm good, bro.
["Put Me On Somethin'" playing]
♪ If they hatin' Got a price to pay... ♪
Okay, yeah.
♪ Last year They ain't even like the Bay ♪
Ah!
♪ But we don't Never trip ♪
♪ All I know is Gas brake dip ♪
♪ No, we never trick On that bitch ♪
♪ No, I can't quit ♪
♪ No, I don't fuck With that mitt, bitch ♪
♪ But ey ♪
♪ Put me on somethin' ♪
You... are tripping balls.
Ah!
Ma'am, hold up. Can you open the bag, please?
Flight to Bali is now boarding.
Please follow the tropical leaf to the gate.
["She Neva Seen" playing]
Flight to Bali is now boarding.
Please follow the tropical leaf to the gate.
♪ It was a hot night In August ♪
-♪ A hot August night ♪ -♪ Humid ♪
♪ Hit the store to get some OJ To 'shroom with ♪
♪ 'Shroomin' ♪
What's going on, Trish?
What? What the--
Fuck bein' shaped like a hashtag
and tradin' on our labor like Nasdaq.
I'm past that. Rather my arrest be cardiac.
Rather my arrest be homebound.
I never go back in the back of a cop car,
I'ma have a motherfuckin' breakdown.
See, y'all ain't never been through a shakedown.
But me, I'm a crucifix through the city.
Deliverance if I can get 'cross town.
Go, go, go.
-Mom! -What?
-No!
-Sean! -Miles?
-Come on! -Dad!
Come on!
-Sean! -Dad!
-Sean! -No, no, no, Sean!
No, no, no, no, no!
If love is a crime, then, bitch, I hate the law.
If art is the cure, then kick 'em martial art.
I'm runnin' outta time, running to the beat
of every Black body every bloodied by police.
Kinda syncopation that could summon up a rage,
turn the sun all black, bring about the end of days.
I'm panicking, panicking, panicking, panicking.
Earl, don't spiral. Earl so frightful.
Earl runnin' late like a tent revival.
Nigga get home before Earl go viral.
Go, go, go. Not gonna slow. They don't know.
Palms wet like Key West in a hurricane.
Lactic acid building, burning everything,
cramping, crashing, time and space my enemy.
Spiking panic, passion, pressure,
I know they think I'm just extra.
I'm just tryin' to reach my mecca!
Shit.
Ah!
What the fuck?
Oh, my God.
Well, mm, that was... weird.
Oh, baby.
Ugh!
Your eyelash.
It's lifted up?
-Oh, my gosh. - Here.
Jacque, did you see that?
Janelle, what happened to your braid?
-Holy shit.
Bitch, you smell like puke.
Oh, shit, bitch, you are crazy.
Come on.
Fuck.
Hello.
Well, that was weird.
This is Kim, the woman you ran out on.
James gave me your number.
Listen, I've done a lot of interviews,
but that was pretty bad.
But... James told me about your five p.m. curfew,
which explains your door dash,
so I guess you are committed to punctuality.
Let's try you out and see how it goes, all right?
Thank you?
Mm-hmm.
["Energy" playing]
You know what?
Fuck it.
Oh, hell yes.
Uh-uh, what are y'all-- see, that is the Pacific Ocean.
That shit is hella cold.
-Uh-uh. Come on, we doin' this. -Hell no.
It's happening. We're doing it.
-Let's go. -Whoo!
♪ Energy ♪
♪ Big, big, big up in energy ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Female energy ♪
♪ One shot, two shot, Three times sorrows ♪
♪ Carry all the weight Of the world ♪
♪ On your shoulders ♪
♪ Give a couple crowns ♪
♪ To the women Who had bore us ♪
♪ Taught us focus Love and support us ♪
♪ Magical umbilical My universe is radical ♪
♪ Introduce the nation To embracing what is factual ♪
♪ Feminine energy Almost mathematical ♪
♪ You can't really sum up what Is infinite and valuable ♪
♪ Feminine energy balance up The indestructible ♪
♪ In the vaginal Heaven in thine ♪
♪ She sing a melody To pass the time ♪
♪ Give us her energy So she heal mine ♪
♪ If I was astonished By the level of shame ♪
♪ Feminine energy Never shame again ♪
♪ Reign tamed, brain praying ♪
♪ Intuition and ambition Running through my veins ♪
♪ Pour up the love Let the healing begin ♪
♪ The birds and the bees ♪
♪ Ain't got nothing ♪