Queens of the Dead

And I'm telling you, honey.

That crowd was D.E.A.D. -- dead.

Wasted all my best lines. Fuck bingo, anyhow.

I got my money, and I refuse to let this look go to waste.

We outside tonight.

What was she looking at?

Well, you know, it's Yum Party tonight.

What?! You used to love Yum Party!

So I'm a sentimentalist. Kill me.

Right now? I'm on my way to church!

Oh, the usual. You know.

Put a little money in the collection box,

light a candle for Nana, pray.

To God? -Yes, bitch, to God.

After the day that I've had, I need a word with Her.

Here you go, girl.

I know it ain't easy working for tips.

Lord! In here?

Sorry, girl.

-ChoirDaddy69? -

Well, I'm about to get man-laid by a lay man.

- -

ChoirDaddy? Are you here?

It says you are.

It's me, your right swipe!

- -I'm here to play your organ.

Mmm.

-Sofa? -

Mm.

Damn. Bitch look good.

-All right. Come on, now. -

Anticipation is great and all,

but I gotta get my gels done in an hour, so let's go!

My God!

Somebody needs a Band-Aid or something.

Ohh! Ohh...

Ohh! Mm. Oh, hi.

You are...stiff.

- -Ooh.

- -

- -

Dance.

Come on. Yeah! Aah!

Mwah!

Focus! This is a hospital. It's not a cabaret.

-No, it's not. -Ah!

-Yes, ma'am. -Go to room 420.

Your patient is a little impatient.

On it.

You don't wanna -- Okay.

Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.

I brought Jell-O shots.

Okay. I gotta get out of here.

Wait, wait. Okay. Hold on a minute.

-No. Where's my stuff? -Here. Let me help you.

Um, wait. Okay. Easy, easy, easy! Hold on.

Give me your hand. Give me your hand. Easy.

- -You all right?

-Yeah, yes. -Okay. Lay back down.

-All right. Hello, Jas-- -Jane.

Jane. My name is Jane. I just --

I haven't done all the paperwork because I've been...

busy not breathing.

Hm. Well, Miss Jane...

I'm really happy to see you awake.

You got anybody I can call? Text? Snapchat?

No. No, no, no. I'm not -- I don't --

I'm not from around here.

But I feel really good, so I can just --

If you just give me my stuff, I'll just get out of here.

Okay. How about we make a deal?

One more of these Sunny D's, and meanwhile

we'll try to figure out how to get you all cleaned up.

What flavor's the Jell-O?

Cut! For the love of God, cut!

Cut a line, cut a bitch...

cut a quick edit for your blooper reel, maybe?

It's step, step, stay in the corner.

-No! -Know your place!

Honey, this stage is too damn small.

Kelsey. Kelsey!

I'm -- I'm so sorry, Ginsey.

There have been some dropouts,

and so Dre said to give Nico a chance.

Yeah, leaving me without a busboy!

Oh, I'll rub your bar down anytime, Slim Jim.

-Be my guest. - You flirt!

Kelsey, my bestie just texted me

about a last-minute gig nearby that pays more than my rent...

-No, no, no, no! -...so I gotta run.

-No. No, please, please. -I'm so sorry, Captain Kelsey!

-I love you! -Oh, no.

Oh, what the freak is happening tonight?

Ooh! Okay. Um... Everybody...take five!

And, uh, doors are...

really soon!

Where are you, Dre?

- -Ah. One second!

Hey. Yasmine!

Hey! Uh, what's your ETA?

Dre, I can't come.

I'm sick.

You're what?

Yasmine. Come on, babe. You gotta pull through.

You're the -- You're the star of the show.

You don't even have to perform. You just hand out candy.

-Dre, I'm... -I'll have you home by 10.

-Ah-choo. -Fuck!

Okay. Okay, Yasmine. Feel better, all right?

That's right.

I'm way too sick for your low-rent, played-out bar party.

Hm!

Perk up, Yasminis!

I know you were expecting me at Yum,

but I'll be coming to you live from the VIP lounge

at Glitter Bitch!

Glitter Bitch Vodka, darlings.

Sip-sip!

Mmm!

Who makes that God-awful shit?!

Mm! How's my eye? Smoky enough?

Texas barbecue smoky.

Olsen twins house-party smoky.

Total smoke show.

You didn't even look at me.

Do you have any bars?

You still owe me 150 from last weekend.

Add it to my tab-tab.

Jax. Girl.

Girl, you can just give me the whole --

No. Because I still need to make my money.

Bitch, I'm-a pay you! Why don't you trust me?

No, and apparently this is supposed to be a good batch.

Oh, period. Well, I'll be the judge of that.

Uno, dos, tres. Vámonos.

Ah! Don't pass out before my number.

I'm a professional.

Besides, things can change.

You gotta stay flexible!

All right. Says the girl who can't do a full split.

Bitch, I can do a jazz split. Like, that little half thing.

-Yeah, honey, nobody does that. -

-Girl, it works. -

What's good, y'all?!

It's your girl Nico, a.k.a. Scrumptious.

your Bushwick baby queen. Come on in, y'all.

Hey, Tabby. Thank you for the gravestone, boo-boo.

They're coming to get you, Barbara. Ooh!

I'm debuting at Yum tonight

with my dear friends Yasmine.

Scrumptious? What the fuck?

Who's that?

-Mm-hmm... -Uh, he's just a friend.

It's my dealer. The one who gave me the Oxys.

They're performing with Yasmine tonight.