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Nope. It's a lookalike.
See, it's all about the nipple.
If you don't see a nipple, don't touch it.
Okay, now I'm getting hard.
Gross.
Isn't it a bit morbid...
picking shrooms off people's graves?
Bitch, aren't you about to be in med school?
You better get used to playing with corpses?
Oh, never mind.
See, that's different.
Those people donated their bodies to science.
Okay, and these ones graciously chose
to fertilize the Earth
so that you and I could come face-to-face with Buddha
- or gay Jesus or whatever. - Come on.
Okay, um, so do we, like, cook them, or...
Nope, we're just gonna chomp them down.
They are way more potent raw.
Oh, speaking of, did you know that a baboon's colon
is five times bigger than a man's
because he only eats raw food?
That is not what I thought you were gonna say.
I know... you could probably fit
a basketball player's whole foot in there if you wanted to.
You know, I think I was more turned on
when we were talking about corpses.
Gay gasp.
Babe, jackpot.
♪ We gonna get so boomy, shroomy, woomy ♪
"Sweet Keaven in Heaven,
Nine sweet angels in the sky.
Too early for you to die.
I hope you're having fun in your kingdom of the sun."
"Sweet Daddius, I'm the saddiest.
Nine sweet angels in the sky, too early for you to die.
I hope you're having fun in your kingdom of the sun."
I got to get some air.
"Oh, Sheridan, I'll be wondering where you been."
I can't wait for these fucking vigils to be over.
Are you crazy?
It's like our gay reparations.
We getting paid handsome
just to hug on some strangers while they cry.
If I have to hear one more person
talk about how they could have been there
and then take a selfie just to get their money,
I don't know.
I just feel like we're pimping out our trauma.
Don't worry... there'll be another shooting soon enough,
and they'll forget about little old us.
But if seeing my pretty face here opens their wallets,
so be it.
You know what? You're right.
- Let's get this money, baby. - Hey, that's my girl.
So what you spending your check on?
Ugh. I don't know.
I'm currently staying with my ex for free.
We're in this weird space where we're...
Damn, I did not ask for your life story.
You got to cut out with that drama.
Look, I'm bound to blow mine on hookers and Xanny bars.
And you know what that's called?
Healing.
Marvin, you're an inspiration.
Brodie...
it's 6:30.
Yeah, but my forearm muscles basically atrophied,
so this is kind of like my physical therapy.
So jerk yourself off, then.
Come on. Play with me.
Oh, shit.
I feel like I've been hit by a bus
and dragged for three blocks.
Really? But you didn't drink last night.
Did you?
Why is Daddius under the bed?
Because it's creepy and morbid to have him just out.
I'm glad we're scattering his ashes,
but I actually think Daddius would have loved
to spend eternity watching us breed each other.
You know he would.
You know, it's been shockingly nice
having you and your brother stay here...
but what's your plan, like, long-term?
Can we not with the parental role-play?
Look, I'm about to get a major payout
from the Survivors' Fund, and then I will find a place,
pack my shit, and get out of your hair.
Hey, I didn't say I wanted you out of my hair.
I just asked what your plan was.
Well...
my plan was to jerk you off,
but now I guess I'm gonna have to go get these trauma dollars.
♪ Rock-a-bye, babies, in the treetops ♪
♪ When you assholes eat, my stress levels will drop ♪
Did you just say our babies are assholes?
I didn't say it. I sang it.
And you have to admit...
a hunger strike is an asshole thing to do.
Can we please just try baby formula?
Ruthie.
My God, is this lady stalking us?
I mean, which part of "you are not their gam-gam"
does she not understand?
Oh, come on, Brenda's harmless.
Besides, my mom is a massive C,
and your parents are, like, a thousand miles away.
It's not like we couldn't use the help.
I don't know.
Oh.
Ooh, not a chance.
Okay.
Shut the fuck up.
♪ My heart is speeding ♪
♪ And my body's syncing with the sound ♪
♪ My mind's an ocean ♪
♪ And I don't care if I swim or drown ♪
♪ Done being lonely, we're the only ones that matter now ♪
♪ But tonight we'll be the perfect creatures ♪
♪ The perfect creatures ♪
♪ I hate myself, who I love ♪
♪ So I'm in the closet ♪
♪ Designer clothes, Jordan lows ♪
♪ Roses in my pocket ♪
♪ Feeling blue, so confused, don't know how to stop it ♪
♪ Such a mess, come in dressed like I own the carpet ♪
♪ When all of the world's so out of reach ♪
♪ I see a monster ♪
Find anything good?
Bookings have been pretty slow since...
How you doing?
Question on everyone's lips...
my teachers, my friends, my mom.
I hear you.
Here.
What is this?
Trash...
so, um, it should suit you.
Bitch.
This all your drag shit?
Yeah, I don't need it anymore.
Sure you do.
My drag school starts next month.
Pull up.
Nah, it's gonna be a hard pass.
You're right... I haven't been going to church,
and I probably should.
Yes, I'm sure Mom would be disappointed, but I think...
Papi, I got to run. I'm sorry...
No, I'm not being smart.
Love you.
Want to watch "Buffy" with me?
I'm sorry. I-I got to work.
Okay, well, I'm gonna go watch a show
that turns any real-life problem
into a monster that can be defeated,
usually in, like, 45 minutes.
Also, um...
the guys are hot, so...
I do love hot guys.
Oh, my God, that's crazy. Me too.
Come on.
I mean, can you believe him?
Like, I'm sorry I don't know what I should do
after almost being murdered.
What the fuck is that?
Do you want me to be honest with my very bestest friend
or pretend you're someone else?
Oh, pretend I'm someone else.
Mm, sorry. Can't.
But you never wanted to be a doctor.
When you quit, you dodged a bullet.
So what now? Good question.
Fuck you.
Hello, thrivers.
11 weeks ago, I was getting my damn life, sis.
I was out on the Babylon dance floor
being a happy little faggot.
I can say it.
And then the shooting happened.
Do you think he realizes he looks like a Proud Boy?
I think he was a Proud Boy
until he realized he could get more attention this way.
Please, put your paws up for Lani Simpson's parents,
Clara and Reed...
Sheridan Segal's sister, Charity...
What is this?
The victims' families.
And the parents of Daddius Miller,
Phil and Kim.
What the actual fuck are they doing here?
Be strong.
Slay, mamas... And papas.
While all of us survivors struggle
every G-damn day since the shooting,
these families are still really, really bummed,
and they will be pretty much forever.
Oh, sorry. Bringing the room down.
We're here to provide a light at the end of the tunnel,
which is why we partnered with LeBlanc Auto Sales
of New Orleans to provide each of them a brand-new car.
Let's see it, hunty.
Are you fucking kidding me?
They refuse to claim his body but show up for a free car?
Oh, shit, for real?
Oh, that's cold.
♪ Gossip, gossip ♪
♪ Ba-Ba-Babylon ♪
♪ Battle for your life, gossip, gossip ♪
♪ Ba-Ba-Babylon ♪
♪ Battle for your life, Babylon ♪
♪ Strut it out, walk a mile ♪
♪ Serve it, ancient-city style ♪
♪ Talk it out, babble on ♪
♪ Battle for your life, Babylon ♪
♪ That's gossip, what you on? ♪
♪ Money don't talk, rip that song ♪
♪ Gossip, babble on ♪
♪ Battle for your life, Babylon ♪
You okay?
You want to be honest or pretend you're someone else?
Okay, two scenes ago,
she is in full-blown denial about being the slayer,
and now she's all-in, full-on hunting this vampire lady?
Give the binge the respect she deserves,
- and she will reward you. - If you say so.
Oh, my fucking God. Where you been, bitch?
Damn, Bussey.
Mwah.
This is nice. Who paying for all this shit?
Me, baby.
Also, what's wrong with him?
Girl...
A cameo from Mr. and Mrs. Miller.
Wait, Daddius' parents were there?
Mm-hmm.
JCJ gave them a free car for their loss.
Oh, fuck that.
Sorry, what's the problem?
Free car equals good, right?
The problem is that Daddius' shit-stained parents
disowned him when he came out.
Oh, no, wait, sorry, they first sent him
to an ultra-religious conversion camp,
and then they disowned him.
Wait, how'd you know Daddius went to conversion therapy?
I don't know... he probably told us
when we were all hanging out.
Hmm, no place to hang out anymore.
God, these fucking vigils are killing queer nightlife.
I don't know. Make me want to drink.
Yeah, but in that depressing-ass,
Heath Ledger smelling the shirt kind of way. Pass.
Every gay bar is either closed or empty.
When did the faggots get so soft?
Preach, baby.
I mean, hell, these bars survived the damn AIDS crisis.
And we'll survive this, too.
Fuck the bars. Let's do this ourselves.
We'll throw a party better than Babylon.
Okay, Brodie Luther King.
Like, this is how we should be honoring Daddius
and all the other victims,
not some shitty vigils that cater to sad heteros.
It's a nice idea, Brodie, but with what money?
- 40K from the Survivors' Fund. - 40 grand?
Damn, if I would have known they were giving out that much,
- I would have signed up. - I got 52 Gs
'cause they thought this chair was from the shooting.
JCJ is such a dumb bitch.
I know.
I got a 20K bonus for getting shot.
Ruthie just said trans... $10,000.
It feels like the trauma Olympics.
Well, if you got all that money, I say go for it.
I love this for you.
Great...
because I know the perfect place
to host the party.
Where?
Oh. No.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Brodie, absolutely not.
Come on.
You were telling me I needed a plan this morning.
Noah, this is the plan.
Look, I love this energy, but times have changed, Brodie.
Come on.
Daddius would've killed for one last party.
I guess you know what's best for everyone, don't you?
What? He would have.
Noah.
So you'll think about it, babe?
He's gonna think about it.
Spaghetti à la carbonara, piping hot,
just like the ancient Romans used to microwave.
Hello?
Earth to Ming.
What?
Oh, um...
yeah, I'm not hungry.
Thank you.
Hey.
I know it's been a rough month,
but I have to go concerned mom on you for a second.
Mom, can we please not?
I found your Survivors' Fund letter in your trash.
Why didn't you want to sign up?
Why did you go through my trash?
Look...
I can't tell you how to process...
what happened.
But that money... it sure would have been helpful around here.
Or for your college...
for your drag.
Fuck all that.
I'm done with drag.
Donated all my shit.
Hey, you... you donated?
Forget it. I know what we need to do.
Yeah, I'm not going to the vigil.
Oh, this is better than thoughts and prayers.
See, it helps, right?
Can we go now?
And the crazy thing is, I tried...
like, really tried to not be gay for them.
You know, I cried
after watching gay porn for the first time after that.
I'm so sorry, babe.
♪ Only love ♪
♪ Bring it back, bring it back ♪
♪ Bring it back ♪
Wait.
Wait, was this song playing
during this entire depressing conversation?
Oh, no, I put my sex playlist on...
I am getting emotional
to maybe the gayest piece of music ever released.
Okay, I can turn it off.
No, I think we have to embrace it now.
We dance away the pain.
Oh, oh.
♪ Loads, loads everywhere ♪
♪ Poppers, poppers, underwear ♪
♪ Loads, loads everywhere ♪
♪ Poppers, poppers, underwear ♪
- It's a fucking bop. - It is.
I'm sorry, that's a fucking bop.
Watch out, girls. Here she comes.
Hey.
You okay?
Can you do the thing, Brodie?
Here...
Close your eyes.
Oh.
Mm, this one's really stuck.
Must be a big one.
There...
no more bad thoughts.
We can have the party here.
Really?
What made you change your mind?
Where you off to, bitch?
First day back on the job sculpting NOLA's young minds.
Also, honey, you do not want to go in there.
Shar is on one,
and Mama B definitely woke up and chose chaos.
Why do you think I'm here?
Shar's been blowing up my phone since last night,
and I figured you'd be pissed if I blocked them, so...
Oh, B-T-dubs,
I'm throwing a party tonight at mine and Noah's.
- Oh. - So you have to come.
Wow. Okay, "mine and Noah's."
Brodie, maybe this whole Noah thing isn't a good idea?
I don't know. I'm optimistic.
You'll come to the party?
Look, I obviously want to go, but Shar's is losing their mind
with this whole breastfeeding thing.
Oh, and to cap it off, the twins, like,
legit don't fuck with me.
And, like, yeah, I know they're young and whatever,
but the way they look at me, it's giving spooky.
See...
these all sound like reasons you should come.
Whatever. We'll see.
- Bye. - Bye.
Am I too late? Did you kill her?
Brodie, I can't get rid of Brenda.
I've tried.
I have said truly awful things to her,
and I think she just thinks they're funny.
And she keeps calling
and showing up with these fucking delicious casseroles.
- I can't do it. - Yeah.
She's never met a boundary she won't just utterly demolish.
Now we know where you get it.
Do something about her...
please.
Brenda, everything okay?
You.
You are on my shit list right now.
Were you ever gonna tell me you had children?
Brenda, Flo and Jett are not my children.
I went into a sad, sterile little room
filled with crusty, 15-year-old hetero porno magazines
and rubbed my half chub until I splooged into a cup.
Oh, please don't say "splooge."
"Came" or... or, hell, even "shot my load,"
but not "splooge."
I'm just saying... I did a nice thing for my friends
out of the kindness of my heart... that's it.
Honey, I'm gonna break this down for you.
Mama needs some joy right now.
I am premenopausal,
I am married to your father, which, well, enough said,
and my favorite barista has turned against me
for reasons that I am still trying to figure out.
Why are you hiding these beautiful babies from me
and poisoning pure, innocent Julian against his mother?
Okay.
I am being vulnerable with you,
and you are laughing at me.
'Cause I didn't poison Julian against you.
He wanted to move out.
And maybe I didn't tell you about Flo and Jett
because they don't need your special brand
of childhood trauma.
Brodie...
You got to stop blaming other people for your problems.
You screw up your life all on your own.
Brodie.
Brodie, where are you going?
No, please wait. Take her!
Ha, ha, ha. Aha, ha.
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo.
Yo, hey, yo.
Angel's a vampire?
This is why you respect the binge.
Hugo Gyrl gave me a fag discount on some of their work
so I can redecorate.
How much redecorating do you have in mind?
Brodie. Brodie.
This is Ali.
I hired him to help us build the ramps.
This shit gonna be accessible.
Oh, my God.
It's perfect.
Yeah?
It's Daddius' last party.
It's got to be as epic as he was.
Hey, careful with that.
That shit is the best on the market...
The Screamer.
If you don't stop giving me lip,
I'll have you screaming in this thing later.
- Oh. What, what? - Ooh.
Y'all fucking?
It's costing me most of my payout,
but I got the boyfriend experience.
Fucking firecrackers.
- You all right, Marvin? - Yeah.
- I'm sorry. We have to cancel. - Bitch, we can't cancel.
Are you kidding me? This is a death threat, okay?
You might not be worried, but I live here.
This is exactly what they want.
Send us back into the corners and take away our safe spaces.
What about this looks safe?
We supposed to live in fear forever?
I don't know, Buss.
I think I'm hate-crimed out for the week.
Brodie, we can't go through with this.
Do you smell that?
Is that...
gunpowder?
Y'all don't smell that?
It's, like...
Everywhere.
Brodie?
Fuck, yeah.
Brodie, where were you?
We got to take control of our lives again.
Those swamp-bred gator-fuckers didn't scare us off,
but they did give us our name.
Daddius would've liked it.
Our patron saint.
Let's go get "shwasted."
What's up, bitches?
Whoo-hoo! Whoo!
New Orleans is back, baby.
Hey, come on in.
There's a second bar in the back.
Three exits are marked.
And if you need anything, I'm Brodie.
Thanks. I don't think we're gonna stay.
We just wanted to pop in.
Okay, pop in for as long as you need.
What's up, Brodie?
Yeah! Whoo, get it, girl.
Okay.
Hey, look out, bitch.
- Max would have loved this. - Nice to see you.
- Girl, I needed this. - Girl!
You better get over here. Mwah.
Um, uh, excuse me.
Yeah, bitch!
Hey. Hey.
I can't believe everyone's here.
I know, girl. This is amazing.
♪ Throw it back, throw it back classy ♪
♪ Zoom, zoom, zoom... ♪
Hey, baby. Tequila.
♪ Don't ask me ♪
♪ Hot boy, hots boys nasty ♪
$5 hard seltzer.
It's just what I needed to heal.
- I feel so much better. - Mm.
See, I know you're being sarcastic, but you're welcome.
I'm glad you're here.
Hey!
♪ Smash your man, throw him back ♪
♪ Hey, yo, GRiZ, run that shit back ♪
♪ Throw it back, throw it back, boom ♪
Wow. Brodie's party looks so fun.
Get here, bitches!
Not that I want to go.
We're living the real dream, babe.
They're all jealous of us.
- You're a dummy. - Mm.
Yoo-hoo!
Hello, my loves.
Oh, my Lord.
Brenda, it's damn near 9:00. This madness has got to stop.
Oh, I-I-I don't know, babe. I mean, it's kind of kismet.
We were just talking about how fun it would be
- to go to Brodie's party. - Were we?
And then Brenda shows up like some fairy gam-gam.
What are you talking about?
You texted me and asked if I could come help with the kids
so you could go rage,
which, for the record, I love.
For real, Ruthie? So now you trying to play me?
Oh, okay, it's not that deep, Shar.
Oh, I am doing this alone.
Yeah. Yeah, you are, by choice.
Our dynamic has always been about you taking control.
And usually I love that about you.
Oh, especially that... Brenda, close your ears...
that fisting thing you do.
Oh.
But I can't sit here, not be allowed to help,
and then get in trouble for not helping.
So, for the next two hours,
you cannot listen to Brenda instead of me.
I love you.
- Thanks, Mama B. - Mm-hmm.
So...
what's this fisting thing you do?
- Mm-mm. - Hmm?
Go, Brodie!
- Look what you did. - It's good, right?
I don't love that my student's here,
but otherwise...
Welcome to Ghost Fag, y'all.
How does it feel being reunited
after three, long horny months?
Feels good!
I'm gonna keep this brief
'cause last thing anyone needs right now
is another sermon, you heard me?
- Amen! - I don't know about y'all,
but I am tired of going from vigil to vigil,
getting hugged by crusty-ass strangers,
praying for our saintly friends up in Heaven.
I'm like, "Heaven?
We talking about the same faggots?"
'Cause we all know they kiki-ing down in hell.
Why?
- 'Cause hell is hot... - That's right!
And so were they.
So tonight they toast is for us,
to give us a chance to remember our friends, not as symbols,
but for the messy-ass sluts we knew and loved.
- My sister, Kennedy. - We love you, Kennedy!
On three different occasions,
stole my top-shelf wigs.
Human hair, motherfuckers.
There's a special place in hell for that ho.
Who else?
You.
Uh, Keaven'd never admit it, but I'm pretty sure
he never washed his sex toys after he used them.
Ugh, tea.
- That's so Keaven. - Who else?
At his birthday orgy,
Daddius spilled poppers all over my cat.
And instead of cleaning her,
he passed her around for everyone to get high.
Yo, that's my girl!
Never wasteful.
The truth is, I'd be a messy bitch, too,
if I had parents who'd claim a free car
but not their own son.
Fuck, uh...
Daddius may have been a piece of shit,
but he was our piece of shit.
To Daddius.
All right, all right, y'all, who's next?
I mean, is Ruthie right?
Am I just a psychotic control freak or...
Yes.
We've just been on completely different pages
since Flo and Jett were born.
Maybe it's the shooting,
or maybe it's... maybe she's been off
since Brodie got his hooks in her again.
I don't know. I just... I just want to get this right.
Oh, my God. Please just shut up.
Come with me.
- This way. - Mm.
♪ Bring it back ♪
♪ B-b-bring it back ♪
♪ Bring it back ♪
♪ Bring it back, bring it back ♪
♪ Only love ♪
♪ Bring it back ♪
- What the fuck are you doing? - It's just ashes, dude.
Hey, babe. Babe. Babe.
Where have you been? Look at this place.
It's amazing. We did it.
What the fuck is wrong with you, Brodie?
Wait, what?
I didn't even want to have this party,
but you manipulated me
using Daddius' death to get what you want.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. I didn't manipulate anything.
Bullshit!
You say and you do whatever you can to get what you want,
just like you weaseled your way back into my house,
back into my life just when I started to move on!
I thought we were... we were finding something good, Noah.
I-I don't understand.
Because you're selfish, Brodie.
You never think about anyone but yourself!
This... this... this whole thing is not about Daddius.
It's not about the fucking community.
It's about you!
You're a fucking disaster, and I'm done with this.
Now you're leaving.
Of course!
Move!
Who wants shots?
Then buy some, you cheap bastards.
What do you think you're doing?
You know, when my boys were babies,
formula had only been regulated for a decade.
And guess what.
Julian and Brodie turned out gay...
I mean, fine.
Depends on your definition of "fine."
Is it so bad that I don't want to fuck up my kids?
Oh, Shar, sweetie, baby angel...
they're gonna be fucked up.
I mean, being a parent is fucking up your kids
and just hoping it's the right amount
to give them interesting stories.
Ew, no.
Oh, wow, Shar, rejecting your own breast milk...
Self-loathing much?
Now, first we finish our night-night juice.
And then we're each gonna take a twin,
and we're gonna give them their night-night juice.
Mmm.
- Not bad, actually. - I know, hmm?
You are not a failure, Shar.
You're a good...
zaddy.
- Zaddy, zaddy. - Okay.
Come in.
You okay?
Mostly embarrassed.
Feeling a little guilty.
Took all my shit out on Brodie, and he can be fragile.
- I went in. - He'll be fine.
I'm more worried about you.
I miss Daddius...
Like, all the time.
Sometimes I miss him so much that I feel like I'm choking.
It's fucking turning me into...
I'm scared.
Come here.
I'm sorry.
I'm... I'm so sorry.
It's okay. It's fine.
Um, I'm gonna...
Oh, fuck.
Don't know what's going on with the ho.
She was supposed to perform tonight, but I told her,
"Listen, If you can't get your shit together, like"...
What the fuck now?
Wait.
Those are my clothes.
Mine now, ho.
I mopped 'em, fair and square.
Made some alterations.
You should watch where you puking next time.
They look better on me.
Listen, Chicky, you're in no shape to pick a fight,
so unless you want to be cleaning that toilet bowl with your face,
I suggest you put a lid on it.
I want my shit back.
Your little Payless shoes and cheap Rexall eyeliner
is still sitting in them garbage bags I found them in.
You want your shit...
You can find me at my drag school.
Oh!
Child!
Bitch, get your ass home.
Hey.
- What is happening? - Oh, we...
we fed the twins formula,
and then we got wasted.
You are my hero, Madam Brenda.
It was my pleasure, doll.
You know, I cherish any time with my little babies...
even if I'm not officially their grandmother.
Well, don't tell Shar,
but you're their gam-gam as far as I'm concerned.
Shar's a good egg.
Don't forget it.
Yes, ma'am.
Hi, Ru.
Mm.
Who are you?
She's a beauty.
How's the new car handle?
What the hell do you want?
I have a message from Daddius.
Excuse me?
Kaboom.
Get inside.
You really did it.
Everyone is asking about the next party.
I wouldn't hold your breath.
Hey.
I just wanted to say...
Oh, you don't have to apologize.
I was being truly psychotic earlier.
Oh, no. No, not that.
I obviously did nothing wrong...
But I am sorry
that I didn't realize how close you and Daddius had become
since I left.
After the ceremony tomorrow, I'm gonna pack my shit.
No, I...
I don't want you to go.
- Earlier, you said... - Look...
I'll always love you,
but...
I'm just not the same person I was when you left.
So...
you are breaking up with me?
Yes, but I want you to stay.
You can move into the infinity room out back.
Be my family, Brodie.
Just to be clear,
when you say "family,"
do you mean like FamilyDick family?
Right, right.
Platonic it is.
Come here.
I thought we were giving Daddius a proper internment.
This is a public park.
We are.
I mean, what better final resting place
than Daddius' favorite cruising spot?
Did you hear that someone blew up
Daddius' parents' free car last night?
No, I didn't.
It's a good thing I was hosting a party last night.
Hmm, sure is.
Hey, y'all.
Why are we dumping him next to used condoms?
Right, makes sense.
Okay.
Ready to say goodbye?
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