Blindspotting

-I was in a suit? -

I do look good in a suit.

What else did I say?

So Trish told me she hates her job

and wants out, but not getting that loan

from some banker named Cuddy,

has really made her reassess her business idea.

And the big news?

Ashley finally told Sean that I got locked up.

He asked why I went to jail and she said:

He just tried to do the right thing

at a really bad time.

He's comin' to visit me

for the first time today.

Fingers crossed it goes smooth for us.

[indistinct conversations, baby crying]

No, I just want you to...

Are you takin' care of your mom,

your tía, and your grandma?

Well, I do my best.

They like a lot of weird stuff.

And they argue a lot.

But...usually Mom wins.

- -I have no doubt about that.

Mama Nancy teached me how to play Boneyard.

How to play Boneyard? You can't even do math yet.

What are you at--all right. We'll do a little test.

Five plus six. I'm gonna time you. Go.

You don't have a watch!

Hey, this isn't a watch! This is just my face!

Somebody fooled me. I oughta get my money back.

Baby, why don't tell Dad

what we're gonna do after our visit today?

-Yeah. What's the plan? -Bowling with Grandma,

- Bowling? - Tía,

-and Auntie Janelle. -Yes.

And maybe...some ice cream.

-Oh, ice cream? - Ooh!

Ooh, look at those eyebrows!

Yeah, give her the eyebrows. That'll--that'll get you some.

Can you come with us, Dad?

Uh...no man,

I-I gotta stay here for a little while.

But I'll be back with you soon, okay?

Hey! Calm it down.

Listen, I'm asking you to speak to my fuckin' kid!

Then call their mama!

- Mommy. - I'm not askin'

-that bitch--I'm asking you! -Shut up, por favor!

Hey! Hey.

Excuse me, do you mind?

It's my son's first time here today.

Y-yeah. Yes. I'm sorry.

-Of course. -Thank you.

- What the fuck she say? -She said her kid is here.

Can you watch your fucking mouth?

-Stop yelling! -Por favor...

Dad, what's it like in here?

Well, you know how you do sleepovers

at your friend Jameel's house?

It's kinda like that.

You guys play Roblox

and sneak Fruit Snacks in the bed?

Bruh, bruh, you gotta stop snitchin' on yourself.

Do you know that he's sneakin' Fruit Snacks?

Well, Sarah gives him Fruit Snacks.

And then lets them watch Boogie Nights.

And now he tries to snort flour in the kitchen.

Dad, can I come in there for a sleepover?

Just tell them that they can't do that!

Lower your voice. I don't work for you.

- -Fucking do it!

All right, hands on glass. Let's go.

- -Everybody up.

- Up, up! - Get up.

-On the glass, let's go. -Shit.

-Let's go. Everybody up. -Don't worry, man.

It's just a game. It's just a game.

-It happens all the time-- -Up! Up!

-All right, all right! -Come on, let's go!

Oh, no, not you. That-that's just for us.

-Ash, can you grab him? - Come on.

Ash, can you take him off, please?

-All right, all right! - Dad!

All right, don't worry about it man.

I'll see you soon, okay? I'll see you soon, man.

-Dad! -Let's go, move!

-I'll see you soon, all right? -Dad!

Move, move!

You don't have to be so rough with him

while his son is watching.

[inmates, guards' overlapping voices]

Come on, let's go! Fucking do it!

Up! Up! Come on, come on.

- All right, all right! - Dad!

- I'll see you soon! -

He literally had his hands on the window like this.

I'm not sure I'll ever get Sean to go back there.

Poor little guy.

I mean, it was hard enough

when he was right down the street, I...

I don't know what I'm gonna do in two weeks

when Miles transfers to Quentin.

Wait, isn't Charles Manson in there?

No. Don't worry. He died.

I mean, how do families do it?

Even without Sean, like all some couples' shit.

How is it possible?

You have to find ways to stay connected, to stay intimate.

Ooh! A naked photo shoot.

-There ya go. -Whoa.

No, no, no, for real.

Like, you can give them all kinda range too,

'cause you know they like variety.

Shit, girl, you could dress up in different outfits,

put some, like, crazy filters on some of 'em

like them big-ass Anime eyes,

or them real thotty glitter filters.

Trish uses one that makes her breasts contour.

-Boom. -Mm.

I guess I could send him some emails when he transfers.

He's such a bad typer.

I send him a two-paragraph email with an article link.

I get back a one-word response two weeks later.

The guards read those and look at the pictures, right?

Like, my titties ain't safe on jail Wi-Fi.

You know what? Just keep your face out of it.

And hopefully he doesn't just send back a thumbs up emoji,

which is what I get for the articles.

Ah, ah, ah ah-ah-ah.

Ah, ah, ah.

Ah.

Ooh!

-Ooh! - Ooh!

-You see me? -Eh, eh, eh!

- - C'mon, little man.

C'mere. Let me switch you guys, Seanie.

'Cause you know your Auntie dangerous

with these hands, boy. You don't even know.

Yes. I wanna see what you got. Go ahead.

Go Sean. Go Sean.

- Whoo! Go, Sean. - Yes, baby.

-Go ahead! - You got this.

- No baby, you stand up. -You got this.

Girl, damn! That is one upset little boy.

Sshh.

-What you thinkin' about? -

Nothin', just wish I didn't have to dance tonight.

I'm supposed to work the late shift.

Tss, bitch, I heard that one. Shits.

We have got to get out of that place, Jacque.

We could do so much more shit than that,

but the money is good.

Shit, that's what trapped me.

You know, I keep thinkin' about that dude

who offered me like 5K to soak in my bathwater.

Wait, he offered you 5K, bitch?

You left that part out.

I--it probably would have been cool.

He's a nice guy, and I ain't tryin' to

-yuck on nobody's yum, and-- -

Everybody's into somethin' weird.

True.

- Mm. -Oof.

Look at him.

All lost in his head over there.

What the hell is he thinking?

Girl, he probably wonderin' why

he got nipples or somethin'.

Or why his penis changes sizes. Little boys be like that.

Mm. They do be sayin' some weird-ass shit.

Mm-hm. Oh, charades.

- -What, now?

Girl, no. You can play, you know, charades,

when you go visit him.

Like, through the glass? That's family stuff.

You won't be behind glass when he transfers.

In person visitation at San Quentin.

You can't hug him, but the shared air is a big deal.

Well, at least that's something.

There was something else. There's, um...

ugh, this program.

I read about it.

I don't know what to do to make him feel better.

Hey, up! Up! Let's go!

I said, let's go.

All right, hands on the glass.

-Let's go. -Let's go, everybody up.

Hands up.

-Let's go! -

Mom, can we go home?

Tch. Here.

Why don't you go play some video games?

Go somewhere where I can see you!

Yeah, don't be talkin' to strangers.

Then there's another dude who wanted me to

paint his toenails for like 2 grand.

Uh-uh!

Mami, Dos sabrosos, por favor.

Girl, see that?