[mellow pop music playing]
Huh. Who knew you could make a whole-ass scarf
from just taking a couple of pictures of tiles in Italy?
-It's almost worth the heartbreak. -[Marley] Don't talk about exes, bitch.
We're all finally single.
Hoo! Anyways, who's ready for some Afropunk?
-Yes! -Yeah, yeah!
Okay, Marley, I think you are done.
-Let me see. -Corporate tribal, as you requested.
You look good.
True.
-And you look good. -[Mavis] Wait, hold up.
Where is the lost and found box?
I'm looking for a lie 'cause you look good.
[Marley] Well, hold up.
I'm getting an email from everybody, and guess what it's saying?
You look good.
Hold up now. I am getting a phone call from our ancestors.
Hello, what's up? They want me to tell you that you look good!
What's up? What about me?
Yeah, you look approachable.
-You're here. -Yeah.
Hold on, my phone is also ringing.
It's our ancestors. That's crazy.
Uh, they said y'all gotta be nice to me today.
We're always nice to you.
What up, fam bam? Ah! [chuckles]
Love what you've done with the place.
Jade, what are you doing here? You don't live here anymore.
Oh, so I can't be places I don't live anymore?
[scoffs] You're crazy.
Jade, what all you need?
Thanks for asking. So, huge news.
Barry and I, we're taking it to the next level,
so you know what that means?
No, but I feel like you're gonna tell me.
-We're upgrading our coochie time. -Oh God.
So I came to pick up my third-generation wooden dildo because it's love!
[chuckles] You can kiss the tip for good luck.
That's what my mom always said. All right, I'm out of here, you guys.
I'll see you at African American Punk with my people.
Oh God.
-I've been using that as a pepper grinder. -Ew!
-Bitch, that's why I never eat here. -Bitch, I gotta stop eating here.
[funky beat playing]
♪ Okay One time for the big girls in the crowd ♪
♪ Hey! Hear me now ♪
♪ Go on, sis, yeah Show 'em how to work it out ♪
[echoing] ♪ My price goin' up All the way up ♪
♪ And my whole crew in the cut ♪
-♪ My price goin' up, all the way up… ♪ -[Mavis squeals]
This is so exciting!
My first Afropunk as a vendor.
They told me this spot was the shit.
They should've said where you take a shit.
Well, well, well, at least it's guaranteed foot traffic, right?
Thank you for keeping it positive.
Khalil, Marley, this is my assistant for the day, Nala.
-So nice to meet you. -Nice to meet you.
Miss Marley.
Don't do that.
I don't speak Ice Spice.
Sorry. She don't like young people.
Or old people. Or old people her age.
I'm not mad. Villain era. Grah! Are you serious?
These are so cunty.
Like, rip my lymph nodes out and turn them into marble,
that level of cuntography.
Okay. Thank you?
Oh my God, Mavis.
-Hey! -[Bruce] Hey! Hi.
Oh, look at your nipples.
Did you trek all the way to this side of the festival just… to support my booth?
-Uh… -Uh…
-Yeah, Ma… Yes. -[Bruce's friend] Excuse us.
Bitch, are we still in Brooklyn?
'Cause I got all my steps in walking to this damn booth.
Really. I mean, how are folks supposed to know we're here?
Marley, if the people ain't coming to us, we gotta go to the people!
I got some flyers, you guys. What am I, the big-titty Rustin?
Yes, I am. Just with better teeth.
And what's she gonna be doing? Just sitting over there clickety-clackin'?
I actually just set up an account for the booth on Instagram,
tagged Afropunk in the video showcasing Mavis, and they just shared it.
So I'm reposting their story to drive a little traffic on our page.
-That way-- -Mavis, shut her off.
Just don't make eye contact. You'll be okay.
Come on, you guys.
[Khalil] Give me some.
-Here you go. -Yeah.
[hip-hop music playing]
Hey. Hey, boo. Styled by Mavis.
-Like that 'fit, bro. -Hey. [chuckles]
-Everybody's so fly, right? -I know. It's crazy.
-Only if you want. Styled by Mavis. -Look at this. You get two, boo.
-Yes! -Yes! Hunty!
[Khalil] What's up, love? How you doing?
Come on, leave-in conditioner. I know you better get it.
[Khalil] What's good?
-This is so cool. -Mavis. We did it.
-We made it to Afropunk. -We did.
Ayo! Dreams come true at Afropunk.
That's Mavis right there. Check Mavis out.
Styled by Mavis. Booth by the bathroom.
Hi. Styled by Mavis. Booth by the bathroom. [chuckles]
-Mm. -Kate and Leopold?
Yeah?
You know your cigars.
I do.
It smells like
my dad and uncles arguing in the living room.
Well, I'm not one to share my cigars,
but for a beautiful woman, I can make an exception.
Okay.
Wow.
Tastes even better with a hint of lip gloss.
Well, sometimes I like to let it rest on my tongue.
I was about to get a drink. Would you like to join me?
I would love to, but I…
[announcer] City of Brooklyn…
Excuse me for a moment.
[announcer] City council member, Daphne Moore!
-[upbeat music playing] -Thank you for being styled by Mavis.
Tell your fatty baddies and your oddie bodies
to come the fuck on over.
Ayo, this is so fun.
Okay, so, Nala, all of these fabrics are multipurpose, okay?
They can be used as a scarf, a sash, a sarong,
and even a head wrap if they want.
-Mavis, you snapped. No notes. -Ayo!
There we go. I think we good.
Check that out.
Nice.
If you want, you can paint the rest of my body.
Uh… Thank you, but no thank you.
I'm here helping a friend right now, so I gotta kinda stay put.
Damn. You do you, king.
Uh… Is it cholera? Typhoid?
-[gasps] Is it rickets? -What are you doing?
-We all saw the same thing. -What?
You damn near stared her titties off, and then you turned her down?
Is it… the bubonic plague?
Okay. Relax with all these antiquated diseases, all right?
-Okay. -[coughs] Everything's fine.
-Ew, is it whooping cough? -Stop.
-Khalil. -What?
I know you better than you know yourself. Okay? You are like my brother.
What's wrong? Spill it.
Look, you know, I've hooked up a couple times since India and whatever.
-Yeah. -It's missing something. It's like… that…
-[grunts] Mm! -[lightly] Mm.
You know what I mean? That… that… [sexually] Mm!
-[curtly] Mm. -You know what I mean?
I do know what you mean, but if those grunts were words,
what words would they be?
If the grunts were words. See, that's the problem.
I don't know how to put it into words.
I gotta put a pin in this because I have to go style Celisse.
It's very exciting.
-I love you so much. -Love you.
Is it rubella?
-Get out of here! -Oh no!
[upbeat music continues]
Mavis, I look like a rock goddess.
'Cause you are.
And I'm comfortable, and look at me sitting.
-What? -This is it.
Okay, I didn't know Bridgerton had a new queen.
You better sit.
Look, fly and functional. That's what I love, okay?
And if you need me before you go onstage, just call me.
I can't wait to see you play.
Freddie, I know I look fantastic. I always do.
But the theme is Blacktopia, and we're off theme.
This looks like Erykah Badu's dining table. Right?
What we gonna do?
[Freddie] I'm gonna make a few calls. We'll see who we can get.
-I'mma put my trust in you. -It'll be great. It'll be fantastic.
All right. Go mingle with the Black folk.
That… that was… um…
Anderson .Paak. Yeah. You need help picking your jaw up off the floor?
Yes! I do need help picking up my jaw.
It's… uh, ooh.
I love him. "Come Down"?
That was my pregame song when I used to go to the club on a Friday night.
I used to go to a club on a Friday night.
I can still taste the Malibu rum in the back of my throat. What?
It was like getting drunk to suntan lotion.
Oh my God. She has lived a life.
He's looking for looks. I do looks. I should go help him with a look.
♪ You do looks ♪
Are you already high?
No. Why does everyone keep asking me that?
I'm good to go.
Knock, knock.
-Hi. I-- -Hey, we're good on water.
No, no, no, I'm not. I, um…
Hi, I'm Mavis Beaumont.
[English accent] And I loved you in Poor Things! [chuckles]
[American accent] I, uh… actually heard you talking with Mr. .Paak
about being off-theme for Afropunk this year
and needing a look, and I--
Okay, so you're an eavesdropper. All stalkers are.
No weird fans.
No, I am a legitimate stylist. Actually, I just styled Celisse over there.
Yes, beautiful, buxom woman over there with the guitar.
So, yeah, I, um… I'm not a weird fan.
I mean, I am weird, but I do think Mr. .Paak would appreciate my creativity.
And I am a fan because who isn't? He is amazing.
And I know that I could put together a really good look for him.
And based off of you touching your glasses like that,
you want me to go, and you know what? I'm gonna stop talking
and show you a look. I'm gonna show you a l…
I'm going to put together amazing looks for Mr. .Paak,
and I will, um… I will be back in an hour, okay?
-No, don't come back. -I'll be right back!
I just feel like my energy's a little off, you know? 'Cause…
Sh.
Oh, sh. Yeah, my bad, my bad. I got you. I was just trying to help.
If I give you more information, it'd be useful,
like when you go to the doctor's office.
Ah.
What's up with that face?
-Oh my God. -What you hear?
[gasps]
-What is that? You hear something? -It's dark.
-Yeah, it's dark. -Why you pointing like that? It's what?
-This energy. -You know what?
[clears throat]
I'mma go. I'm good. No, I'm good. I'm good.
I'm good. I'm good.
I mean, well, that feels extreme.
I hardly think that that makes it feudalism.
Except that it does.
Giving landlords complete impunity to remove tenants and raise rents
based on a supposed increased cost of living
actually makes vassals of the people of New York, which, in turn--
…discourages participation in the system.
Uh-huh.
I see what you mean, Miss Moore.
Where can I donate?
That information can be found on my website.
You're distracting me from my constituents. You need to go.
-You really want me to leave? -Mm…
["Mango Butter" by Durand Bernarr playing]
I know she's looking at my ass.
Wow.
♪ I'm a bad bitch, and I'm that nigga ♪
Khalil, get over here and take your clothes off.
Are you sure? I have very bad energy right now.
If I'm gonna prove to Anderson .Paak's low-budget Richie Sambora,
dead-behind-the-eyes manager that I've got what it takes, then yes!
Hold up! You styling Anderson .Paak now?
Girl, I'm trying to start that rumor, bitch. That's right. Please, Khalil!
[sighs]
Okay. Nala, I need you to track down the flyest baddies we styled today.
-I'm gonna need models to prove my case. -On it. Manifesting them now.
Whoo! Can't gatekeep me. Can't be gatekept.
I eat gates for breakfast. Bill Gates, Melinda Gates.
I nom-nom-nom-nom-nom them gates. That's disgusting.
It sounds like I'm going down on the Gates family, but I'm not!
I can't be gatekept, honey, okay? No way!
[grunts] Uh!
[suspenseful musical sting plays]
Hey.
-Come with me. -Who are you?
Your worst nightmare if you don't move your ass right now.
Get your ass up. Come on. Come on.
Ain't got time to be explaining who I am to you.
You get your ass out there.
["Bubblin" by Anderson .Paak playing]
♪ Look at you go ♪
♪ Okay, you bubblin' ♪
♪ Look, yeah ♪
♪ One in the hand One in the bag, bubblin' ♪
♪ Look at the cash Look at the cash comin' in ♪
♪ Come get your mans This lil' nigga buggin' me ♪
♪ Just leave the bag Quit all that jaw-jackery ♪
♪ Don't even pass me that I don't want none of it ♪
♪ These niggas mad about it Had enough of it ♪
♪ Woah, watch what you sayin' All that poppin' and shakin' ♪
♪ Got me hot as a laser My posse deep and irate and ♪
♪ We act a fool for the paper Had a dream and I made it ♪
♪ El Camino on Dayton's Vintage Guess over Bape ♪
♪ Put the bread on me, bitch Bitch, you bet I'mma bank it ♪
♪ Piggy flat in a blanket I might just roll out today ♪
♪ I might just roll out to Vegas Head back to my old ways ♪
♪ Cop a room full of Asian hoes And do blow all day ♪
♪ Look at me, baby, look at me, baby ♪
♪ Don't I look like a million? I'm 'bout to clean out the safe ♪
♪ Do… don't I look like somebody That just be bodyin'… ♪
-Get it, girl! -I did it.
Yes, you did it. Now tell me my bitch didn't do a good job.
-I guess I'm impressed. -See? I told you I could make--
But we already found someone else. Caitlin LeBlanc. You know her?
She styles Macklemore and Post Malone.
Can I give you one of my business cards, and then you can…
Well, you cannot cockblock fashion, man!
[Marley] I'mma get you high, bitch. Fuck that.
["Call Of Duty" by Cherele playing]
♪ Uh-huh ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Uh-huh… ♪
I really appreciate y'all.
Honestly, you're too good to me.
Hey. You always there for us.
Mm. Yeah. Today was a blessing.
'Cause I got a chance to help out my baby girl.
[Khalil chuckles]
And I met a woman.
Oh, okay.
Daphne.
[as Scooby-Doo] Okay, Shaggy!
[as herself] Gonna solve some crimes with Daphne?
She wanna play this cat and mouse, but I ain't a mouse,
so I need to turn the tables.
You are not a mouse. You are a cat--
A reiki almost cried over my dick today.
-Damn. -Oh shit.
-That's bad. -That's crazy.
Yeah. Feels like I need to recalibrate my energy.
Yeah.
Maybe if I could find, like, a Teyana Taylor rainbow nymph fairy.
-Ooh! -Yes.
-[Mavis] I like that. -Khalil need a hug.
-I think he need a hug. -Yes.
Can y'all help me up? I love hugs.
-Whee! -[Khalil] You know what?
Drug Marley is my favorite Marley.
Me too!
[sighs] Uh! I love you guys so much.
Yes, yes.
A kiss on the forehead for you.
[both] Mwaaah!
[baby voice] A kiss on the forehead for you.
Mwaaah!
And a kiss on the forehead for you.
-Mwaaah! -Thanks.
[normal voice] Oh my God.
My mind is very powerful.
Like, I think of him, and then he just shows up.
What? You can't gatekeep my mind. My mind cannot be gatekept, obviously.
What? Do you see this Blasian magique?
Oh shit!
-I can see him. -Right?
-Me too. -[Marley] Whoa!
-Oh my God. -[Anderson .Paak] Okay.
I love you so much. I love you so much.
[Anderson .Paak laughs] Okay.
Hey, Mavis.
-I love him too. -Right?
-Hey, Mavis. What are you doing? -Huh? What do you mean?
You cannot see him… because you're not on drugs,
but this is Anderson .Paak,
and it's giving Madame Tussauds realness.
You're high, and he's famous.
The lines of consent are very blurred. You should stop touching him.
It was getting kinda weird.
I am… so sorry!
It… Hello, Monsieur .Paak.
Mavis, the fashion show was trending, and Mr. .Paak was tagged in all the posts.
-Nice! -I'm truly flattered you would do that.
Oh!
Mavis, I want you to style me.
I… want to style you too.
Two is also a number and a word and has three letters.
I need a moment. Do you wanna give Mr. .Paak some coconut water or something
while I get it together? [chuckles]
Bye, Mr. .Paak!
Oh fuck! I am so high right now.
There is no way I can style Anderson .Paak. Are you kidding?
I am like a big-tittied, freckle-faced kite right now.
I am flying!
I can't do it. I cannot do it.
Oh, I can't.
Oh my God.
[groaning] Oh my God.
Listen, Mave, you been working for this.
Okay? You got this in you.
-You got this. -I can do it.
-You can do that shit! You can! -I don't think I can do that shit!
I can't do that shit!
-That's the shit you do! -I wish I could magically get sober!
-Ow! -Damn!
Did it work?
-[Khalil] Wow. -Do the other one.
-[screams] -Oh my…
Okay, bitch. The first one worked. The second one felt personal.
-You got it. Go get it. -[Khalil] You got it.
I got this.
-Which way is the way? -Other way.
-Okay. -Other way.
You know, I was too busy panicking.
Like, I couldn't even see the hieroglyphics through the forest.
Me too.
Like, you got me looking like a hologram in the motherland.
-You know what I'm saying? -Oh, I love it!
I look like how Wakandans must feel. Know what I'm saying?
-I do. -Do it with me.
-That's beautiful. -Let's lock in. I love it.
I love it too. So much.
I mean, it's my honor and privilege to just elevate your iconic style,
so I can focus on your ass.
Huh?
On your act because… fashion is an adventure.
And this is Afropunk. We're supposed to be free and wild.
You got a vibe as good as your fashion sense.
-Aw. -I mean it.
-Can I give you a big-titty bear hug? -It's the eighth one.
-But I'm into it. -Okay. Thanks.
Come on. Mm!
-All right. Be blessed. -Okay, you too.
-See, Mavis? He can't tell you're high. -Yes, I can.
[mouths] Fuck!
[ethereal music playing]
[vocalizing]
[Khalil] Mm-hmm.
-Uh-huh. -How many of y'all is there?
[fairies chuckle]
Let's worry about numbers and colors…
-And names. -…later.
-Yeah. -♪ How you doin', lil' daddy? ♪
-[fairy 1] You're sexy. -♪ Venus in Gemini, I like to get flirty ♪
♪ I'm a slim-thick bitch Yeah, my body hella curvy ♪
♪ Knees like a stallion Ride your face like a derby ♪
♪ Or we could 69 from 6 to 7:30 I'mma never turn down no brain ♪
♪ I'm hella nerdy And I know all the ways to please ♪
♪ I'm a geek, I’m a generous freak I like to hear all the squeaks, like ♪
♪ That's perfect All of my exes miss the way I work it ♪
♪ Doin' acrobatics Let me take you to the circus ♪
♪ Throw it in a circle And bring it right back ♪
♪ I got that water But it's nuttin' like tap ♪
♪ Take a sip, just a lil nightcap ♪
-Hi. -Hi. May I help you?
I'm here for Daphne.
I'm so sorry. You just missed her.
-Oh. -Oh, wait.
-Is your name Marley? -The one and only.
She told me to give you this.
["Jericho" by Iniko playing]
♪ Jericho, Jericho, walls come down ♪
♪ Jericho, Jericho, walls come… ♪
Damn, I'm the mouse.
♪ Come down like Jericho ♪
♪ Walls come down like Jericho ♪
[whispered] ♪ Jericho, Jericho Walls come down ♪
♪ Jericho, Jericho, walls come down ♪
♪ Walls come down like Jericho ♪
[cheering and applause]
[announcer] Give it up one more time for Anderson .Paak!
[Anderson .Paak] ♪ Huh But don't I make it look easy? ♪
♪ Don't I make it look good? ♪
♪ Hey, now you drank up all my liquor Come on ♪
[Khalil] That was a whole-ass day.
But you did it.
You styled Anderson .Paak today.
You. Come on.
Bitch.
-Yeah. -[Marley] You did that.
I did that. I styled Anderson .Paak.
But it was a lotta work.
It was so much work, and we were in a beautiful Black space.
And he's a Black artist, and I'm a Black artist.
And white Freddie didn't even wanna give me the opportunity to prove myself.
-How crazy is that shit? -Hmm.
I'm not saying shit has to be easy and should fall in our laps,
but… damn!
Why do we always have to work twice as hard?
And nobody sees that shit at all.
Like, they'll just see my post on Instagram
that I styled Anderson .Paak,
and they'll like it and be like, "Damn girl, you so lucky."
"How'd you get that? Can I pick your brain?"
No, bitch. You cannot pick my brain. I'm tired. I need my brain.
The system is all the way fucked up. We supposed to be thankful for crumbs?
Just sit there and be okay being… unheard,
ignored,
feared, underpaid?
Oof.
I mean, that's why we gotta burn this whole shit to the ground.
Damn.
You know what I mean.
Shit. Sometimes you just gotta take a piece of the motherfuckin' pie
and stop waiting on motherfuckers to offer you some shit
that's rightfully yours in the first place.
-Do you hear me? -Mm-hmm.
-I hear you. -And you wanna know what else?
-We don't age, and they get gout. -Hah, that too.
You could still get rich.
And I can use all that money to support my po'-ass friends. [laughs]
-That was definitely for us. -[Mavis] That's us, right?
Right here? In front of us? Okay. I'm not mad though.
You better go off, Robin Hood
with a mohawk and sensible beaded sandals. Yes.
Shit, I love that.
I'm just saying. Generational wealth definitely makes generational health.
And dreams come true at Afropunk.
Let's go!
Aw! Poo-poo-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew!
Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew!
I'm tired.
[hip-hop beat playing]
♪ Betta know about me, babe ♪
♪ Mm ♪
♪ Betta know about me, babe ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ I'm way too lit, I'm way to thick ♪
♪ Talk a lotta trash, but I could bag it ♪
♪ Betta know about me ♪
♪ Mm-mm, yeah ♪
♪ Mm-mm-mm ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Mm-mm, yeah ♪
♪ Mm-mm-mm ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Mm-mm, yeah ♪
♪ Mm-mm-mm ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Betta know about me, babe ♪ d bag it ♪