Insecure

("U Around?" by Spencer. playing)

Cliff: You like that, baby?

Oh, that's good, yeah.

What's my name? Say my name.

-Cliff (muffled): Molly. -Molly: Now spell it.

Oh, okay. I got your "M."

Is that a "A"?

How do you think you spell my name?

Ooh, I'll change my name, it's fine.

Ooh, yeah!

I'm close! I'm close!

I'm close! I'm here!

Ahh. Ahh.

-(Molly sighs) -(Cliff laughs)

Oh my god.

What?

Cliff: Man, I killed it out there.

Stop, stop talkin' for a minute.

What?!

("Interstellar" by Monte Booker playing)

Jerome: I keep thinkin' 'bout

the last thing I said to Mama.

I told her her dressing she made wasn't her best.

And it wasn't... but why did I have to tell her that?

Well, you can tell her how much you love it when she wakes up.

-Hi. -How is she?

There's no good way to say this really,

but there's not much more we can do for her.

I know it's a lot, but I think it's best

if you said your goodbyes now.

Our good--?

It's time.

-I don't think that's Mama. -How old do you think I am?

You think this woman is my contemporary?

I know it can be hard to take.

Strokes can really age people.

No, this is, this is literally not her.

Who is this woman?

What kind of a hospital are y'all runnin' up here?

Are you sure this is not--

Yes, we are sure. We are here with Carol Carter.

You know who this lady looks like though?

-Dionne Warwick. -I was thinkin' Stevie's mama.

Y-You know, remember Stevie with, with the throat lumps?

Doctor Randall: Maybe we should get this sorted out somewhere else?

-Before-- -Um, um!

: I have the Lowry family.

Um...

(indistinct announcement over PA)

I'm sorry for your upcomin' loss.

I'm so sorry. It's been a busy night here.

Uh, okay, Carol Carter,

uh, her vitals are stable, and you can see her now.

-(gasping) -Oh, man!

-Dad, can I get you a chair? -What?

-Can I get you a chair? -No, no, no. I'm okay.

Hey, baby.

I can't believe this.

Nurse Terri: Do you know if her blood pressure

always runs a little high?

Uh, y-yeah, but she takes her pills.

Is she allergic to any medications?

-No, n-none that I'm aware of. -(softly): Okay.

-Do you know the last-- -Can we do this another time, please?!

Nurse Terri: I can come back.

Uh, nurse?

Listen, I know that my dad is my mom's primary point of contact,

-but I'd like to be added to that list as well. -If you'd like.

Yeah, you know, it's gonna be a lot for him,

so I don't think he can fully handle it,

but I can deal with it.

-What's your name? -Molly.

Molly. Okay, Molly.

Mornin'.

Aw, bedside service?

I could get used to this.

Oh, you sure you ain't already

'cause the last time I woke you up empty-handed,

you looked at me real confused.

Well, don't pick me up to let me down, baby.

-What you got up for today? -Well, I was gonna meet up

with Quoia in the afternoon, but she's out sick.

She got a weak immune system.

Says it's because her Mom only fed her Trix yogurt growin' up.

Wh--

What time you gotta go in to work?

Well, I had a couple clients

cancel on me this mornin', so...

I don't have nothin' till later in the day.

So, we... both have time.

Well, yeah, sounds like it.

Did you want some "me" time?

Not, me as in me, me as in you, Nathan.

We-we said we were gonna take it slower this time around.

Oh, 'cause you don't usually

fuck on the Ferris wheel on your second date?

Ha, ha.

You know what, it doesn't matter anyway

'cause I got plans with Molly for lunch later, so.

Mm.

Although, she does tend

to reschedule on me during the work week, so.

I mean, you know, it would be,

like a waste to not use an open reservation.

-And I don't wanna be wasteful. -Yeah, I mean, it's almost like,

if Molly can't make it,

we just would have to keep hangin' out.

I mean, we have no choice.

-Let me, let me just call her. -Yeah, yeah. Just checkin' in.

Checkin' in with her.

Hey! What you doin'?

Readin' a book with yo' readin' ass.

-You gonna be alright? -Yeah.

It's just so weird, you know?

I was just over there the other day, and her mom was fine.

Can't imagine how Molly must be feeling.

Well, I'm sure it means a lot for you to be here.

I can come back later, pick you up if you want.

No, I'm good. I--

I know this is a lot, and I don't know how long it's gonna be.

I don't wanna take up all of your day.

Issa...

just let me know.

Whatever you need.

Thanks.

Listen, I need to talk to you about somethin' that's been ailing me.

Lately, when I cough, it's like a (gags).

Normally, it's like a k-chhoo.

You think it's cancer?

(indistinct announcement over PA)

Hey.

Hey.

How is she?

Uh, still unconscious, so we're just...

-waiting. -I'm so sorry.

-How you feelin'? -I'm good.

Yeah, you know, I'm, I'm just tryna make sure everyone else is good.

Someone has to keep them together.

My dad keeps stress-eating in the cafe,

and Curtis keeps countin' change,

like it's not gonna be 79 cents every time.

Well, what do you need?

You tired, you hungry?

I saw a vending machine

with those rare Tapatio Fritos.

I'm straight, but thank you.

Um... maybe some clothes.

I can go to your apartment real quick.

That would be so good.

Some guy in here whistled at me earlier,

or he might've been wheezin', but either way,

-yes, please. -Well, you wanna just

trade right now till I get back?

("GUCCI" by Bree Runway & Maliibu Miitch playing)

Oh, damn!

Ooh!

Okay... you cute.

You look good, too, girl.

-Issa: I tried. (laughs) -You couldn't even keep it in.

Hey, thank you so much for all your help.

Today has really been--

I appreciate you.

Of course.

-I love you, girl. -I love you, too.

Wait, did you fuck in this?

'Cause I fucked in that.

Wow!

You look like a model.

-Aww, thanks. -Sorry, she's high.

: Yep.

Hey.

Thanks for pickin' me up. I didn't wanna ask you.

All good. Um, how's Molly?

Bein' Molly. Runnin' around, handlin' things.

I'd be a whole mess if this were my mom.

I actually called her,

and left her a really loving voicemail.

Yeah, I called mine, too.

So, is there any way you can take me to Molly's,

so I can pick up a change of clothes?

Obviously, I gave her mine.

I mean, I wasn't gonna ask, but, uh, (laughs).

What says, "hospital chic"?

Velour pants and a blazer?

'Cause the pants say, "I'mma be here for a while,"

but the top says, "The doctor might be cute."

Damn, Molly look just like her mama.

Mm-hm, they got the same ankles.