Insecure

Hi. Elijah?

That's my name. Don't wear it...

- -Not in the...

Here you go, gorgeous.

-Thank you, Louis. -Uh-huh.

You've been spoiling me these last couple of days.

Well, I was gonna spoil you a little bit more in the morning,

but you were gone when I woke up.

You know, it's the last day.

I had to get this good spot on the beach.

Look, um... this doesn't have to end.

I'll be in LA in a few weeks.

Oh. You got a visa?

I'm from Cincinnati.

- -Oh. Sorry.

Hey, did you know I was here last night?

Yeah.

Okay.

Hey. Joanne wants someone to make these check-in calls.

-And you're not gonna do 'em. -Nah.

What's with all the cross-outs?

Something about schools firing us or something like that.

No one cares.

- -

Hi, this is Issa from We Got Y'all...

Yep, I'll hold.

-Hey, Ken, did you follow up on... -I got it.

You always do. My go-to guy.

Hey. Just checking in.

Uh, it's my first call, so haven't messed up yet.

- -Sorry.

You know I hate having to spy, but she's insisting.

Hey, have you had a chance to talk to Joanne

about when I might be back in the field?

No.

She has been so stressed and negative lately,

it's like, okay, Noanne.

You know, I just started my new position,

and I don't feel comfortable rocking the boat right now.

-I'm sorry. -No, yeah.

Where the fuck you find these people, brah?

No matter how she sounds, you can fix all that.

Add some extra instruments. Focus on the lyrics.

Okay.

I'm done hooking you up. All these weak-ass artists.

And you got me paying for this shit.

Bro, it's gonna pay off in other ways.

You know, Spyder's her cousin.

-Lies, nigga. -Bro, for real.

For real? I been trying to get my shit to that nigga.

That's what I'm sayin'.

-I got you. -

So, uh, what y'all think?

I never heard anything like it.

I do be writin' sometimes.

-I bought her those pants. -

Hi, my name is Molly, I enjoy a silent ride.

So please shut the fuck up and drive.

If you don't get your ass up here...

- -

Hi! Welcome back!

-Mwah! -Okay, I see you!

-Like a brown, crispy M&M. -Ooh.

Speaking of which, would you like some complimentary candy?

No, I'm good. Thank you.

No shade, but your car still smells like throw-up.

Trust, my rating will reflect all of this.

Don't care. I did one ride, and I Lyfted up outta here.

I am not about that life.

Girl, I don't blame you. Quit that shit.

You need a break.

Girl, a break where?

We can't all switch jobs and take vacations.

That reminds me.

I wanted to bring you some vacation dick, but I got you this instead.

-Sand? -It reminded me of your dry-ass pussy.

Bitch, I'm not gonna tell you nothin' else.

So, he's fuckin' bitches right in front of you?

Not right in front.

That's fucked up. He knows y'all go back.

Sure y'all not doin' nothin'? 'Cause you be lying.

According to my sandy-ass pussy, no, bitch.

I'm just focused on getting this money so I can get up outta there.

And, you know, it's been two weeks already.

You should've just stayed with me.

Nah, girl. Remember that week I stayed with you back in '05?

Just say you broke my vase,

-and we're cool. -It was broke when I got there!

-Okay, I don't need your side-eye. - Front-eye.

Let me tell you right now.

This whole vacation put everything in perspective for me.

-I'm on some next-level shit. -I'm listening.

So vacation bae was trying to kick it with me in LA,

and I had to put him in his lane. "Bloop! You beach dick."

Quentin was trying to do some long-distance shit,

and I said, "Blip! Stay in Chicago."

And my new job was trying to front on my benefits,

and I said, "Blam! You better give a bitch a PPO."

So you bloopin' and blippin' and blappin'?

And blammin', bitch. I'm on some "know better, do better" shit.

-That's dope. -Mm-hmm.

I feel like my whole life is on some tip-toe shit right now.

Like, I can't speak up about anything.

You know you can always talk to me, right?

-Yeah. -Okay.

So, hey, you gonna

"know better, do better" with your boyfriend Dro?

Fuck buddy. Blip! He has a wife. Blap.

It's not like that with us anymore.

Whatever, I hate that nigga now. Bloop!

See? You don't even do it right.

So you just gonna act like you didn't break my vase?

-I didn't do shit to your vase! -Okay.

Just admit that women have it harder than men

and our bet is off.

- -

Open up.

Oh! Oh! Oh, no! Oh!

Do I smell bougie pigeon?

Chris, what did I tell you

about comin' in my house through the fridge?

Booya!

-Don't make me come over there! -

-Hey. -Hey, Lilian.

-What up, Jada? -Uncle Daniel, did you know...

Head down. Guitar's in the closet.

And I have to be on set tomorrow,

so I'm gonna need Jada to stay at your spot.

What time?

'Cause you know, uh, Issa's still there.

Damn! How much longer?

Another two weeks.

What?

And, uh, ol' girl... What's her name?

Vanessa? She ain't trippin'?

Why would she? It's not like that.

-Mmm-hmm. -Oh, you're putting way too much on it.

That door closed.

-Who closed it? -Oop.

Jada. Stay out of grown folk's business. Head down.

I'm just sayin', of all the places she could've stayed,

she chose your spot.

Look, I just came here for this guitar.

See y'all later. Mwah.

See you later. Mwah.

So who's gonna watch Jada? Issa or Vanessa?

Damn, girl, I braided your hair all kinds of wrong.

Niggas, are you ready?

-I was just, uh... -You were just...

Nah. I didn't even look like that.

Someone's been drinkin'.

I was... I was stuck on something, and then... I got unstuck.

-Actually, can I have some of that? -Yeah.

That's been you playing guitar?

'Cause I noticed the live instruments on your track.

-What? - Nothin'. I mean...

that's just funny, that you noticed that.

I notice shit. I'm observant.

-Oh, you observant? -Mmm-hmm.

Close your eyes.

What color shirt am I wearing?

Uh, it got stripes?