Miss Juneteenth

Subtitle By: MARSH-MARIE

I will never get over seeing Miss Juneteenth cleaning toilets.

You damn right.

Yeah. Betty Ray, finish up them decorations,

get the bar ready.

- Here. - Thank you.

You're welcome.

You got work to do. What you getting dressed up for?

I gotta take Kai to sign up for the pageant.

You be back here before it pick up in here. You understand?

Mmm-hmm. Thank you.

Mmm-hmm.

I like that hair color.

Well, he always running off to some domino game.

You practically running this bar.

Betty Ray.

- Mmm. - How do I look?

Girl, with that pretty face...

If I had that, you couldn't tell me nothing.

Look at that. Aw.

I wish he would take that down.

And let his customers forget

they're being served by a beauty queen?

Child, please.

Mmm-hmm.

Fine.

What?

- What, did you make it? - Finally.

$800.52.

Ooh! All them tips!

Good for you, Turquoise. Good for you.

Sometimes we women take it on ourselves, don't we?

Mmm.

Get out. Get.

Ooh! Shit.

Well, hey, there, beautiful.

To what do I owe this special occasion?

Getting all dressed up and coming to see me.

I'm about to take Kai to the sign up.

I ain't seen them women in years.

Well, you look good as hell.

I got a shift late tonight so I'm gonna need you to watch Kai.

Mmm.

I mean, we're pretty backed up.

I'm gonna be here till late.

Hey, listen, you want me to help out...

I gotta be here.

Imma make it up to you.

Okay.

Me, too.

You're gonna let me come over?

Mmm.

You know my mama ain't gonna let you.

I don't know.

I was gonna walk.

I don't know why you got on all that makeup anyway.

It's not like it's Miss America.

No, it's not. It's Miss Juneteenth.

Mama... stop worrying about them.

You look good.

Okay. Let's go in there.

Young ladies.

we must remember the reason for this pageant.

Juneteenth is our holiday,

where we recognize when the slaves of Texas

finally found out they were free.

Two long years after Lincoln's Emancipation Proclamation

of 1863.

The date was June 19th, 1865,

now known as Juneteenth.

So, you see, ladies,

not only will you represent your beautiful selves,

but our history as well.

And now, our reigning Miss Juneteenth

Sonia Cobert.

As the winner of Miss Juneteenth,

you will receive a full scholarship

to any historically black institution of your choice.

Sonia has chosen Texas Southern University

to attend in the fall.

We are so proud of you, Sonia.

You could show a little enthusiasm.

Can I have my phone back?

Yeah.

Turquoise.

What a pleasant surprise.

- And this must be your daughter. - Mmm-hmm.

A Miss Juneteenth hopeful, I presume.

Kai.

She's so very excited.

Well, we will ensure that she is transformed.

We strive to uphold the tradition

of creating successful young ladies.

One of my greatest regrets is that you didn't get to crown the winner

and take your final walk as the reigning queen.

What a thrill it would be to see your daughter take hers.

- Beautiful. - Thank you, Mrs. Washington.

- Please sign in here. - Yes.

Turquoise Jones...

is that you?

I haven't seen you since the pageant.

It slipped my mind

that you have a daughter old enough to be in the pageant.

- How old are you? - Fourteen. About to be 15.

"About to be."

How wonderful that you are looking

to replicate your success.

And I know how important that scholarship is,

like it was for you.

Now, if she's accepted,

she'll need to maintain a 3.5 GPA,

represent herself well in the community

and attend all rehearsals, okay?

Mmm-hmm.

Good luck to you both.

Yes.

Come on.

What's her problem?

I beat her.

Where's your homework?

Last day of school is next week.

You better hope your grades turn out right.

Mama, I'm old enough to stay home by myself.

Um...

Imma bring you a plate in an hour

so you'll be hungry by then.

Get all that work done.

Don't come out till I come get you.

Good on you! Give me that!

- Give me that! - Y'all need to take it outside.

No, we good, Turquoise.

Yeah, we good.

No messing my house now.

Yes, ma'am.

Y'all all right?

What do you need?

Two Buds and a Miller Lite for the rowdy niggas outside.

Mmm.

Thank you.

- See you later. - Salute.

Last song.

Finish your drink, babe.

Nasty ass cigarettes.

What did I tell you about these cigarettes?

You scared the hell out of me.

What, you thought I was gonna let anything happen to you?

No, God.

Where you been?

I went down to the game room for a minute.

Mmm. Mmm-hmm.

Ah.

No. Stop.

I can't get you out of my head.

You're mine.

And I'm yours.

Uh-uh.