Star

Okay, so last time you all saw Star...

We can't do this, not here.

You need to find somewhere else to stay tonight.

He would keep me from school to have sex with me.

- Paola. - Mom?

- ICE is looking for you. - So what are you saying?

You're an undocumented immigrant.

- I did something. I got married. - You married Angel?

You're gonna need to use every ounce

of your energy if you want to walk again.

Girls are hyped up about landing an A-list promoter.

I fought for Sound House to back this tour.

I fought for you, Noah, but my company sees you as a risk.

If you keep selling out regional shows, I'll run

the idea of a tour. But it won't be a Noah Brooks tour.

Will you be my manager?

Brody, I remember everything the night that Mama died.

- What did you do? - I love you, Star.

- Slowly because you. - Mama.

- What did you do? - What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Cleaning up.

What does it look like I'm doing?

Looks like you just stabbed a knife into a chopping block

like you were gonna kill somebody.

You been trippin' for weeks.

We have a fitting at the label.

Change your clothes.

Can you wear anything besides plaid?

It's all about plaid right now.

Oh, you got to be kidding me.

Saint Laurent is serving mad plaid this season.

Can't even believe they have a budget for this.

See? Lesbians ain't the only ones wearing plaid now, Star.

I'm very happy for you.

Can you please tell me what the hell is going on with you?

- I can't be myself? - Look,

get off your period and come pick out some damn clothes

for this regional tour. Okay?

Thank you.

Alex.

Come here right quick?

I don't know. Let me know what you think. I...

I just feel like it's missing something.

All right, let me hear it.

She's still helping him out.

One of you want to explain

to me what's going on? Huh? Skipping out on studio time?

- We got a track to finish. - Ask producer boy here.

- I'm working on it. - Listen, man.

Hey, listen.

I know it's been a lot lately,

okay, with your mother showing up like that and everything.

Yeah, getting hit with a lifetime of lies

doesn't really make it easy to be writing music.

Actually, it should make it a lot easier.

Great artists write from a place of pain, man.

Shut up, Andy.

Look, I could lose everything.

If you lose, I lose. And I ain't losing a damn thing.

Life happens, okay? You got to get through it.

And we're on the road in two weeks.

Be ready.

- Whose dumb-ass idea was this, anyway? - Yours.

And you invited the whole damn neighborhood.

Hey, bitch, you should've hired a caterer.

Who gonna pay for that? We celebrating.

We got a salon full of weave ready to be sewn in.

They closed that arson investigation...

that we know your ex-con boyfriend was behind.

You didn't tell your grandma that you let him live, did you?

Girl, hell no. If I tell her that, she'll kill me.

Bitch.

Who keep blowing up your phone?

Bitch, cut them vegetables.

We got a party to throw and a salon to reopen.

we locked that track already.

Okay, girls, what looks do you like?

'Cause we got to get this budget in to Maurice for the tour.

Any of 'em.

I don't care.

Since when do you, of all people,

not care? This regional tour's everything you've been grinding for.

Only if Sound House backs the national one.

They will.

Hey, guys. Did you all find something?

Hey. Mira. Come here.

- What? - You finally got your apartment.

So why is your RV still parked in my backyard?

Look, I'm-I'm dealing with a lot right now, Lottie.

- Oh, what? - Okay? I got the tour,

I got Paola and Angel. I mean...

- I'll take care of it, all right? - Get off me.

Just move your damn RV.

Regional tour's in two weeks.

I need looks and set lists and...

Man, what about those tickets? You know.

Sound House is gonna be down our necks about the numbers.

Ticket sales are good. Especially because

"Can't Stop Loving Her" just got listed by Spotify.

- Wait, what was that? - Andy and Angel,

you're starting the tour with Midtown's

- top song. - That's a hit.

- That's a hit. - Looks like we winning.

Now, listen, if that's not reason enough

to finish that song, I don't know what is.

And I told you this... we ain't losing nothing.

Sounds like a win to me.

Bye, y'all.

How are those two idiots on top?

We need to talk about radio play.

- Carlotta, I need you in the studio. - No.

Miss C., we need spins to get ahead. Group meeting right now.

Wait, wait, I-I talked to Carlotta yesterday to set this up...

Excuse me, we're talking to our manager right now.

- This is my manager, too. - Okay, everybody, one at a time.

Miss C., you should have never said that

you were gonna manage him after what happened.

- After what happened? - Nothing important.

Nothing I can think of.

Hmm, yeah, like... I don't know...

before the showcase, he was messing with the both of 'em.

Dude.

At the same time?

- Look, it was not like that, all right? - Yes, it was.

Both these girls

been acting messed up, and you the only common denominator.

So, is it over?

- Completely. - Is what over?

Yeah, they all hos.

Definitely some ho-ish behavior.

Maurice, we need to talk.

Hey. You get my e-mail about the tour backdrops?

I'm already on that. Get this...

Noah was fooling around with Alex and Star

before the showcase. All three of them

working together to keep it from me.

That's some good teamwork right there.

No, it's not good. It don't make for good energy in a group.

- How did I not catch that? - Well,

we've been busy with our own little secret.

Not to mention getting my salon back in compliance,

paying down that damn fine.

And now I got to get my groups ready for this tour.

I need a hot track ASAP.

With Charles in Europe, you're in charge, right?

Yeah. Why?

Midtown Sound is a subsidiary of Floyd Entertainment.

Floyd has got to have a big vault full of unused tracks.

Can I take a look?

Yeah. It's on my laptop.

It's all yours.

Thank you, baby. I owe you.

Oh, I know.

And, trust, I'm-a call you on it.

Good stuff today, sir.

You're a miracle worker. You know that?

Let's get a drink tonight.

Look, I can't. I got this neighborhood thing.

I tried.

Well, how 'bout you come with me?

I can do that.

All right.

I'll text you.

Hey.

Uh... Miss C., how do you know DJ Khaled?

You're getting him to give us a song?

Wait, how are you pulling that off? He's bomb.

Well, Mama's still got a couple tricks in her purse.

I still got to talk to him about this old demo I found.

The deal ain't done yet.

I'm just trying to figure how Khaled knows you.

True artists remember and appreciate my work, smartass.

- You ain't even think I knew Pumpkin. - True.

- Or Big Boi. - True.

You're right. Which is exactly why now

we're going straight to the top of the tour.

Carlotta.

Ruby.

- Hey. - Hi, Miss Ruby.

Hey, baby.

Now, this bitch burned to the ground

- 'cause you got bad luck. - Girl, you crazy.

Here. Take this. Hang that picture up somewhere.

Whoever heard of a salon without Martin there looking

- after all of us, huh? - Aw. That's nice right there.

- Yeah. - Miss Carlotta,

there's a good spot next to Barack right there.

- It's all open. That would be cool. - Oh, you might be right.

That's "President Obama" to you, Missy.

Yeah, I-I know that.

You didn't say "Dr. King." You said "Martin." I was following suit.

You got some nerve, comparing yourself to me.

- Ruby, let her be now. Don't start. - No. No, no. You don't

see her like I do. There's something bad

about that little white devil bitch.

You know what, Miss Ruby?

The only thing devilish in this room is that breath.

- Oh, I'm gonna... - Ruby, come on now. Ruby, don't...

- She don't know me. - Come on, it's not like that.