The Neighborhood

Okay, Tina. What's your big news?

So, remember back in the day when I was in that girl group?

Femme Nasty. They were like Compton's Destiny's Child.

I'm sorry, baby.

No, I'm just excited for you. Go ahead, go ahead.

Okay. So, there's this TV show

called Are They Still Alive? And...

Where they bring back local music groups

and answer the question, "Are they still alive?"

Please, no, baby, continue. No, go, go.

Okay, so as I was saying, well, it turns out that...

They want Femme Nasty to perform!

Sorry. Calvin told me last night.

Sorry, Calvin.

Oh, wow, Tina. This is amazing.

So you knew, too?

Sorry, I suck at lying.

Well, anyway, I'm so excited.

I have not seen Nicki or Janice since before I had the boys.

Oh, you three were inseparable.

One time, I took Tina out, and they all came.

It was the most money I ever spent at a Denny's.

But once our song hit the charts,

everywhere Femme Nasty went, our food was free.

Yeah.

You guys really were Compton's Destiny's Child.

And I bet you were the Beyoncé.

No, Gemma.

Beyoncé was the me.

God, I am so happy to see my girls.

How has it been so long?

Oh, to quote the great... The years fly by.

You had kids. Janice and I moved away.

I went to jail.

You did not go to jail.

I married a pastor, so basically the same thing.

But now the fellas are in luck,

because I am single and ready to...

Run amok?

Sure, we'll go with that.

Well, a lot has changed for me. I...

All right, are we singing or what? Let's go.

Ooh, ooh.

Sorry, ladies. It was kind of hard

to find a tech guy at the last minute.

How's it going in there?

You're good to go. But it's gonna cost you

two extra cupcakes for my overtime.

Y-You know what? It's just so great seeing you ladies.

You know, I can't remember why we gave it up.

Well, there were several reasons why we gave it...

Wait, hold up, hold up. Something doesn't feel right.

I need you two to switch positions.

Hurry up. Time is money.

Oh, Janice, please don't slouch.

Hey, uh, did we miss rehearsal?

Sorry, guys. Dave is somehow your biggest fan.

Ladies, this is Dave and Gemma.

And, uh, sorry, Femme Nasty rehearsals are closed.

I even kicked Calvin out.

Hold on. Those were the old rules.

I like being watched.

Okay, let's go.

All right, uh, Gemma, could you hit the button, please?

Oh. Yeah.

They're so good.

They really connect with their audience.

Some of the audience.

What?

Grover, what happened?

I was watching the nice lady dance for Daddy.

Well, it was working the last time I touched it.

Oh, there's your problem. It's unplugged.

Oh, my. I wonder how that happened.

Well, you guys have a lot of rehearsing to do,

so we're leaving.

We are?

Now, Dave.

He was cute.

Mm, I hope you talking about Grover.

No, I'm talking about Dave.

That tall glass of milk, he's got something.

Yeah, it's called a wife and child.

Okay, everybody. Hey, what's up?

Look, today is a big day for our boy, Victor Davis.

Who? Who?

Crackhead Victor.

Oh!

I mean, you could've just said that.

Look, Victor's out of rehab,

and he's coming back to start cutting hair again.

Yeah, and if he doesn't get the support he needs,

he could go right back to sleeping in your cars.

Or impersonating you at the gym so he can use their showers.

Yeah, or stealing your Amazon packages

and then trying to sell them back to you.

Oh, hey.

That's all in the past, all right?

Now, Victor needs all of our help to move forward.

Yeah, and I don't want him to slide back into addiction

after how hard he's worked, so I've convinced Que

to let him rent a chair until he gets back on his feet.

Now... okay, now, here he comes.

Everybody, let's give him a warm welcome.

Hey, everybody! Hey, Vic.

Hey, Vic, man.

How you doing? You ready to get started?

Yeah. I'm a little nervous.

It's been a minute since I've cut someone.

Their hair, I mean.

Uh, yeah, you know, we might want

to start you out on clippers.

All right, everybody, I'm out of here.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Pop, where you going? Dad?

To the ballet, Malcolm.

Look, I got six cars waiting for me at the shop.

Y'all got this.

All right. Guys, let's support our neighbor.

Who's up first?

Marty?

Uh, listen. Necie loves my hair long,

and I love Necie, so no.

Okay. Uh, Malcolm, ready to jump in there?

Uh, you know, I would, Dave, but, uh,

with my delicate hairline, brother, I can't take any risks.

You do it, Dave.

You're married with a kid.

Nobody cares how you look.

All right. No problem.

I trust Victor.

I supervised craft time at the VA, and his...

his paper snowflakes were transcendent.

All right, Vic, let's do this.

One micro-trim, please.

Oh!

Vic, I love it.

You know, I was just saying the other day that I wish...

wish I could see more scalp, and now I can.

Okay.

Vic, go that way! Go that way!

Ma'am, no, we can fix it! We can fix it!

W-W-Wait, wait, wait. Little man, I-I can fix it.

Looks like little man is moving on up.

I pray that little boy is homeschooled.

All right, you know what? Don't worry.

Hair, it always grows back.

You better hope so.

Okay, Gemma, check me out.

They are never gonna forget you're alive after tonight.

Aw. Thank you.

You know what, I'm really enjoying

reconnecting with my girls.

You know, I even rearranged the song,

I redid our choreography,

and I rehearsed them to perfection.

Aw. Great.

But Nicki better not go all "Private Dancer"

on Dave again, or I might have to give her

a Hickory Corners "how do you do?"

Okay.

Well, you know, Nicki can be a lot,

but don't worry, she's harmless.

Unlike these boots.

Damn it.

Malcolm should've delivered that cupcake order an hour ago.

You know, I'm just gonna see if he's home.

I got to go, too.

Oh, shouldn't you get out of your costume first?

Girl, I'm wearing three pairs of Spanx.

I'm in this costume till you cut me out of it.

Malcolm?

Clothes all over the place.

Music blasting.

I raised these boys better than this.

Ooh, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I guess somebody must be busy.

I know that laugh.

Nicki?

Tina? Mama?

Mama?!

Oh, hell no!

Mama! Tina, listen.

I had no idea.

Look, Ma, it's true, okay?

We met the other night at Ernie's,

and one thing led to another.

But I swear I didn't recognize her from your old photos.

Well, obviously-- she looks much older now.

No, you didn't.

Yes, I did.

Tina, this was just an innocent hookup

between two consenting adults.

Malcolm is not just any adult.

He's my baby.

So whatever this is, it's over.

Uh, wait a minute, Ma.Wait, you can't tell us what to do.

Right. If we want to keep seeing each other, we will.