Accused

Brenda?

It's time.

You okay? Yeah.

We don't want to keep this judge waiting.

And what if we... just get outta here?

Went all Thelma and Louise on their asses.

I get that you're scared,

but save the jokes for when you're back on stage, okay?

Only men name things after themselves.

There are no woman junior's. There are no woman the second.

Men have to do it. It's like a compulsion for us.

Hi, I'm Zeke Thompson and meet my lovely son, Zeke Thompson Jr.

Ladies and gentlemen, that's all I got.

You're terrific.

Zeke Thompson.

Thank you.

In case you didn't know, I'm Joyce Golden, the owner of this dump.

He started on this stage

and now he's playing packed arenas around the country.

Alright, go have a drink. We'll be back in a few.

I don't know why you don't just ask Zeke yourself.

I hear he's throwing an after-party at his new place.

Yeah. You can show him your new material.

Will you guys come with me?

No way.

Yeah, uh, I wasn't suggesting that we go.

C'mon. Bren, we haven't heard from Zeke since he blew up.

And seeing all the things that he has that I don't

will send me off the deep end. Uhhuh.

We can stay for 15 minutes, max.

Not me.

- What's up, boys. - What's up, Fletch?

You again. Oh, hello. Missed you.

Oh! Tease...

Now see, if I grabbed a woman's ass like that...

Come to this party with me and you can grab my ass all you want.

- Okay. - Go. I dare ya.

I can confirm it's a great ass.

No, you missed your chance.

I was on NyQuil the entire college tour, he didn't even try.

Didn't even try.

- True. True. - Insulting.

Please, Chadwick?

Please, please. Uhuh. No way.

Please. Fifteen minutes.

I said no, bish.

Talk about a come up.

Yeah, now I gotta go home and kill myself.

What?

It's still warm.

I hate him.

Hey, hey, check it out. What?

- Chris Rock, ten o'clock. - Where?

There he is. There's Zeke.

Zeke! Zeke!

Zeke!

What are you doing here?

Come here.

You gotta meet my friends. Oh, my God.

Ahhh!

- My guy. - Hey.

You guys have to meet my Scott.

This is the Scott that I have.

He manages me and like... half the people in this room.

Scott, these are my friends. I came up with these people.

Yeah.

Oh, you guys remember writing jokes, listen at Tupac all night?

- Eating Bottom Ramen. - Ha ha!

Those were the days, man.

Those are still the days for us, bro.

So...

Hey, will you snap us really quick?

Yes. Photo.

Family photo. Come here.

So stupid.

Oh, that's terrible.

Are you gonna post it?

Could you tag me?

Yo, so whatever happened to grumpy ass Aaron?

Oh, you know, Aaron.

Brenda wants to talk to you about something.

I was just gonna ask you something if you had a second?

We need to say hi to Sarah.

Uh, can you guys just hang out for a little bit?

- Yes. Yes. - Okay, drink up!

There's so many drinks and they need to be drunk, so please.

- I'm sorry. I owe you. - Yup.

Please, he's blind and he gets nervous when I'm gone.

- I have to call the cops. - Don't call the cops.

I'm on my way.

My dog's barking like a maniac again so I gotta go.

Bren.

Fine.

Just one second.

Uh, excuse me.

Excuse me.

Where do you guys think you're goin'?

Gotta skate, bro.

Bren, didn't you wanna talk to me?

Yeah, you're busy. It's fine.

No, Scott is like prancing me around like a little show pony.

I am all yours now.

- I could just take the train. - My driver will take you home.

- Okay, alright. - Driver.

Hey, if it couldn't be me, I'm glad it's you.

- God, I love you. - I know.

Love ya. See ya.

Um, I, I wanted to show you my new material

that I've been working on.

Um, I sent a link to your manager but I don't think he...

You have the link?

Yeah, but it's too loud in here.

It's quiet upstairs.

You can't leave your own party!

I can do whatever I want.

C'mon.

I grew up in foster care, I don't mean to brag.

Um... and because of that,

everyone always wants to know if I want to meet my dad and I don't.

I... at all,

but I what I do want to know on some level that he would want me

so what I wanna do is find out his name,

find him on a dating app, match with him,

DM him a naked photo of myself,

and be like, Do you wanna be my daddy?

And he's gonna be like "Yeah".

And I'm gonna be like, "Good, 'cause you are".

And then... and then I will ghost him...

You know what? That's pretty good.

Because the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

- Damn, this is really good. - Thank you.

Yeah, Bren, when did you write this?

Ages... like, I've been working on this for a while.

I was just thinking like, what if like I...

what if I went on tour with you?

What?

Is that why you showed up tonight?

You show up tonight so you could pitch yourself to me?

Shut up. No, I just...

you know I, I,

I know it took me a second to, like, figure out my thing,

but if I just had a, like, a shot, you know,

I would kill it.

Okay.

Okay, what?

Okay. You can host.

Are you serious?

Yeah, you can host and then, after a couple of cities, you can feature?

Oh my God, really?

Yeah, you're talented.

You're great, you're funny. Thank you.

Oh my... can I... I have to go tell Chad.

Excuse me?

I think we should go back to your fancy party.

I'm so tired of talking.

I know, I, listen... I actually don't want to.

I don't want to.

Why not? Why not?

You know what? Hey, hey, hey. No.

It's not like we haven't done this before.

Like, you remember the last time, it was super freaky.

- Ow! - Yeah, you remember last time?

Just relax. Argh!

Just, just...

Relax.

I just want this to be over.

What if we just...

take the plea offer?

They only offered the plea because they want you to go away.

I know it's hard...

but this all started because Zeke Thompson raped you.

All I'm just sayin' is,

Black Twitter could be a little more inclusive, right?

Hey, look who's too smancy to return my calls!

I have to hear it from 10 other people that you're hosting Zeke Thompson's tour.

Joyce, uh...

Zeke... he, uh...

he, um...

had sex with me and I didn't want to.

- Are you saying he... - Yeah.

But how? I mean, there must've been a million people around.

Oh, my God...

Joyce! He raped me!

Joyce.

I heard you, I'm just trying to...

- To what?! - To process!

I called you for help and you're just not gonna.

Oh my God, forget it. Brenda, wait.

You and your damn temper,

will you just listen?

I believe you and I want to help you.

You want me to tell you the truth or pull from the MeToo handbook?

Truth.

Okay, here it is.

You've been working your ass off for years

and you finally hit pay dirt.

This is the big time, Brenda.

How can I possible work with him after this?

Can you imagine how many times I had to lie down

and take it from some dirt bag I was workin' with?