Run the World

Previously onRun the World...

Apparently, he's been floating the entire band,

paying for studio time, equipment, all of it.

- No! My marriage is over. - Okay. Oh, no.

Miss Sondi Hill.

She is one of my PhD advisees in African American Studies.

Anderson?

- No. - You look good, girl.

You lucky I been tryin' to holla at you

since we was interns.

Come on. Come on.

What's wrong?

I got whiskey dick.

Hey, Whitney.

Are you seriously standing me up again?

I'm sorry. I'm still working.

Hey.

Hey.

I'm not sure I should be getting married.

All right, let's go.

All I'm saying is,

I don't think Dominicans should say the N-word.

It offends me.

It offends my Nigerian Americanness.

I don't have a problem with it

as long as there's true commitment.

So you can't just be a nigga at barbecues

and DaBaby concerts

but when police show up, all of a sudden,

"Lo siento, no-no speak Inglés."

- Stop. You're stupid. - What up, y'all?

Hey!

Yo. What's good, man? It's good to see you.

- You back from the dead? - In the flesh.

Can we get this man a beer?

- All right, coming up. - Thank you.

- I heard you were back. - I bet.

Last time I saw your wife, she was giving me the business.

Oh, the business is what my future ex-wife does.

Oh, man.

Bro, I didn't even know.

- I'm sorry to hear that. - It's all good.

Renee's a little aggressive for my taste, but

damn it if the girl ain't witty.

It's for the best, man, you know.

Honestly, it's been brewing for a long time.

A lot of hurt feelings, loss of trust.

Sometimes you just stop...

Yo, are we watching football or Dr. Phil?

Man, let this Black man talk about his feelings, bro.

Thank you. I got a lot.

I have been listening to every feeling

this Black man has for weeks.

I get the picture.

Oh!

Okay.

Yo, y'all see what I see?

I know. It was a beautiful thing.

I'm getting married. I saw nothing.

Oh, congrats. That's what's up.

Yo, Black love and all that.

I'm just saying, though, that ass... is a masterpiece.

In the words of a very talented man

that we call The-Dream,

"Shawty was a ten."

Cheers to the booty.

A'ight.

Hey, what are y'all getting into this weekend?

You know your girl's birthday is tomorrow night.

I do know this. Is she having a party?

Yeah, she's doing a little karaoke thing.

Of course she is.

Girl can't sing for shit,

but she loves karaoke.

- You going? - Oh, yeah.

Oh, nah, I've been excommunicated.

Yeah, me too.

Hey, you-you know they call me Satan?

Yeah, they do-they do call you that.

They've been doing that for a long time.

Oh, thanks for having my back, man.

Appreciate you.

Look, I think you and Ella just need to talk, man.

She wouldn't hate you so much if she didn't still love you.

You should come, shoot your shot.

Fuck that.

We are handsome Black men with advanced degrees,

no roommates, and no kids.

We are the prize in the Black man sweepstakes.

No going back.

Jason, you know I fucks with you, right?

Hell yeah.

But you... you sound a little bitter, bro.

You do. You sound bitter, brother.

Little bit.

You sound like a nigga scorned or some shit.

- Scorned? - Yeah, brother.

That's passion.

Oh!

Hey.

Stop.

Thank you.

Are you sad-walking on your birthday?

At least I choose to feel sorry for myself in private.

Get your shit together, 'cause tonight

we got food, we got booze,

and we got over 10,000 songs to choose from, girl.

Thirty-two is just such a non-important number.

And it sounds awful.

"Ella McFair, comma, 32,

"peaked at 29 after a failed attempt at becoming an author.

"Spends the rest of her time

single, in transition, and drunk."

Yeah, yeah, that sounds depressing.

It's a good thing nobody's writing about you.

Oh, gotta go.

Okay. Bye.

Yes, there you go.

Good. Good. Good. I wanna see.

Smile. Bigger, bigger, bigger.

Abby,

is it possible that she can look slightly less elated?

We're selling yogurt that makes you shit.

It doesn't give you eternal life.

Oh, my God, I was totally thinking that.

No, it's like those depression commercials

where all the women seem so freaking happy.

I literally watch them like, "Maybe I should get depressed

"so that I can wear a white dress

"and Hula-Hoop with my daughter in the park

and find it blissful instead of exhausting."

Right? And chicks with plaque psoriasis

are living their best life, just flaking everywhere.

Blow your mouth. Blow. Blow from mouth.

Ooh, yes, that's it. Ooh. Yeah.

- Hey, Marcos. - Mm, there. Ooh.

- Hey, Marcos. - Mm.

- Marcos. - Go.

Hi, um, do you think you could

tone down the happy a little bit?

Sure, Abby.

It's your campaign.

- That was rude. - Very.

Give me dead face. Dead face.

Oh, by the way,

I'm still interested in the VP of brand strategy role.

I mean, Tantric is overlooking a large consumer segment

not speaking to AA, and there's a huge uptick

of Black interest in health and wellness.

Renee

you do not have to pitch me.

You're my day-one number one.

I'm gonna talk to Tom and Peter.

Thank you.

But are you sure that you're, like, up for that right now

with everything you got going on?

Who, me?

- Yeah. - I'm-I'm great.

I'm-I'm fine.

What, I don't look great? I mean...

No, I'm just saying that my first three divorces

were way heavy.

Divorce can be like a death.

Dorinda Medley says you're not supposed to say that.

But I'm fine, really.

You know, my grandfather always told me

there's only one direction, and that's straight ahead.

Also, I still look good in lingerie,

and that gives me peace, okay?

The best way to get over a man

is to get on a private jet with another one.

That's what my grandfather always said.

I know that's right.

Is your grandfather single?

Hey, babe, we're doing Nelly and Kelly tonight, right?

Yeah, babe.

Babe, you have got me spoiled now.

The hospital lotion doesn't have shit on this.

It's like that stuff intentionally causes ash.

I feel like I need to bring Kiehl's to the masses.

Oh, you wouldn't feel that way if you knew how much it cost.

Hey, I see... you better not be buying more pillows.

I'm not.

I swear I just saw a pillow on that screen.

I'm not buying pillows.

I'm looking for a birthday present for Ella.

Uh-huh.

Hey, babe, let's get our registry done.

Yeah, okay.

Ola, you did not seriously register for a treadmill.

That is not something you ask other people to pay for.

Okay, and it's totally normal

to ask people to buy us a Dutch oven?

You don't even know what a Dutch oven is.

Mm-mm.

No.

No.

But I'd like to put my Dutch in your oven.

- Oh. - Come here.

Hey, how about we get some china