Insecure

I told Daniel I'd only be staying there

a few weeks and I don't want to take advantage of that.

You cooking? Cleaning?

- Oh, girl, you concubinin'? - What?

- You know Khalil?

Man, we used top collab back in the day,

- makin' beats on Fruity Loops. -

Killin' it. Fire. Bloop, bloop, bloop.

There have been some concerns.

I really think we need to hire some employees of color.

I'll think on it.

So, have you decided what you gon' do about work?

You gon' stay with the whites or go with the blacks?

The partners made an offer...

I got it three days ago.

I'm calling to apply for the

property manager position.

I like you being around.

If you want, you can sleep in my bed.

I'ma be workin' late so... it's all yours.

- Iss. - Mmm?

You keep comin' closer to my side.

That's 'cause you took the good pillow.

Oh.

You know I got a weak neck.

For real, Iss? You eatin' in bed?

I mean, the heart wants what it wants.

What else does the heart want?

- Like that? - Ahh! Mm-hmm.

You know a bitch likes it extra, extra, extra spicy.

What else does the heart want?

Huh? Uh, well,

the heart wants to be on time for work.

'Cause time is money.

Bitch, you got a blueberry facial for your dog?

Mm-hmm. And a paw massage.

Do they take walk-ins?

'Cause Flavor Flav out here

- living better than me. - Girl, he deserves it.

He's probably gonna go through

separation anxiety when I start workin'.

Oh, you excited? You nervous?

You hungry? I'm hungry.

I'm actually kinda hype.

I've never had all-black coworkers before.

They probably got shea butter

dispensers in the bathroom and shit.

- - You stupid.

How's your new job... ashy?

I don't have it yet. I still gotta interview.

But I Google Mapped the apartments, and they seem cool.

Postmates goes there.

They didn't go to your old spot?

Pssh! Once. This white bitch didn't even stop.

Just threw my Poquito Más

out the window and kept it pushing.

Listen, I'm just glad you're finally getting your own place.

Yeah. I mean, I'm not gonna lie,

staying at Daniel's is kinda nice.

What's so nice about sleeping on the couch?

Um... yeah.

Ohh, girl, no.

The couch got uncomfortable, so we just started

sleeping in bed together.

But just side by side. Platonically.

- Oh, girl, no! - It's not like we fuckin'.

Not even a little bit.

I mean, has the thought crossed my mind? Yeah.

Do I think about it a lot? Duh.

Am I thinking about it right now? No.

Yeah.

But it's more than that, you know? We...

We really started connecting, and I just don't want to mess that up.

Then why you in his bed, bitch?

My neck.

Ms. Carter?

Hey! That's my big boy.

Flavor Flav, how ya doin', buddy?

Issa, you know those are for dogs.

Why it got frosting, then?!

So I figure we can put the poster here

so that the applicants can get to know us, too.

OK. "Fun Facts About We Got Y-All Staff."

Did you know Kitty used to have a twin?

She absorbed her in the womb.

That tracks.

Did you know Matt

breeds and shows Himalayan cats?

Oh. OK.

Don't look.

Think I just saw Geoffrey Canada.

Oh, for real? That's crazy.

The work he's done with the Harlem Children's Zone

is just amazing.

- He's a personal hero. - Yeah, I am excited, too.

It's about time we hired another person of color.

I literally couldn't agree more.

Though technically, I think it's illegal

to hire anyone because of their race.

Right. But we're not about to waste time

on white people... no offense.

No. We've given white people enough time.

Morning, Molly.

Hey, Malcolm.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

- Welcome aboard. - Thank you.

- Let me show you around. - OK.

This is the main conference room,

and down this hallway are the associates' offices.

- Hey, Molly, I'm Taurean. - Hey, nice to meet you.

- So how are you? - Excited to be here.

Molly, hey. I'm Felicia.

Oh, hey. Nice to meet you.

Hi. I'm Karen, your assistant.

- Oh! Girl, bless you. -

Look at us. Lookin' like a McDonald's commercial.

Molly's got a job.

And this right here is your office.

Oh, great.

So go on, get settled in,

we'll see you at the morning meeting.

I'll be there.

Hey, where you sample the chorus from?

Rock group from Iceland.

This nigga D. King on some Nordic shit?

You know, niggas ain't really ready

for all that instrumentation.

"What you know about these mandolins, cuz?"

OK. Yeah, that's what's up.

Mm-hm. You think Spyder will fuck with it?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah.

We just gotta touch it up a little bit.

Cool. What you thinkin'?

Like the melody is nice,

but it could go harder in some spots.

You know, sometimes the flute gets a little too jazzy.

I mean, it's a jazz flute. That's what it does, it jazzes.

Nah, nah, I hear you, I hear you.

Also the drums on the bridge sound a little low.

You should just strip all the other

stuff away and just loop those.

I mean, I kept them low on purpose though.

Nah, I feel you, but Spyder likes his bass.

- Hmm. - Is it cool if I... ?

Oh, yeah. Hop in there.

- Yeah, man, on "Cut the Check," -

I tried to keep it real minimal.

He likes for his voice to be the main melody.

- Right. -

Whoo hoo, that shit kinda bump! What you think?

I mean, you know, it does loop. It loops.

So, look, Spyder comin' through day after tomorrow,

we'll just play this for him then.

Yeah. Cool.

I've been working at a charter school

for a couple of years now,

but the curriculum is really limiting.

As an after-school program, we have a lot of freedom.

And a lot of Frieda!

- I'm Frieda. - Oh. Nice to meet you.

Here's an informational packet.

OK, great.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

Are we in the North Pole? 'Cause we're slaying!

That was fun.

I can't believe things are going so well.

We've met so many great applicants, it's not even lunch.

Yeah. I'm gonna go get something to eat.

- You want something? - No, I'm good.

- Hi! - Antoinette.

- -

All right, everybody!

- Give it up for... The Beat Crew!

Ladies and gentlemen, we're at booth 45,

so come kick it with us.

Thank you so much.

- You killed it. - Thanks.

- You killed it. Proud of you. - Hi.

I just want to say, that was incredible.

Those kids are so talented.

Facts, no printer!