- With all due respect, Mr. Chen,
I've been pushing hard for improved trade
for your shipping company.
- And might I remind you that the Jamaican economy
has grown by less than 1% per year.
The economic crisis has been particularly harsh on us
due to declining productivity, energy costs.
- Debt, crime.
- And weather.
- I understand.
- Do you really?
Look, I know that you have other clients,
but I do hope that you will have success
with the legislators and soon.
- You have my word.
- Excuse me, sir.
Mr. Chen, you wanted to be reminded
of your next appointment.
And Mr. Mitchell, you have a very important dinner tonight.
The car is waiting.
- Thank you, Ruth.
- Yes, thank you, Ruth.
Whoa, is she married?
- As a matter of fact, no.
- Man, you have all the luck.
Why, if I was a few years younger--
- Mr. Chen, thank you for stopping by.
- Oh, right.
I do hope that our next conversation
will be one of celebration.
- I do too.
- Okay, so I moved your appointment with Dr. Harvey
at Hampton University to next week
and I booked a room at the Watergate for your friend.
- And did you--
- Yes, Taittinger Prestige Rosé like last time.
- So efficient, Ruth.
I don't know what I would do without you.
- I'd really prefer not to make these kinds of reservations.
- And you don't have to.
You can be making them for yourself if you would just
want success-- - Sir, you lose yourself.
Off.
- I'm sorry, sorry.
- Try that again and I'm gonna call your wife.
- Won't happen again.
- So, we just hired a new chef.
I hope everything is delicious.
- Mmmm, it smells great.
- You know, I'm sure it's perfect, dear. Just like you.
- That's a smart man.
- I see why you married Magnus
'cause it sure wasn't for his looks.
- Chuck.
- And Clarissa married you why?
- Uh, no.
Don't put me in it, thank you.
- Here's to good friends, more like family.
- Yes.
- Say that again.
- Clarissa.
- We've come a long way since our HU days.
- We sure have. And that Pro-time Therapy institute gala,
it exceeded expectations.
- It doesn't even seem like a cancer treatment center.
- Mm-mm. Made a ton of money.
- A lot.
- It sure did.
What did Bill say?
We're a university that act on morals and principles,
it is our moral obligation to stand up against wrongs
and eliminate them.
This is not the end of the battle--
- But the beginning of the fight!
Omega Psi Phi forever!
- Well now wait a minute,
Delta Sigma Theta in the house.
- Woo-woo!
- Sigma Gama Rho.
- Ooh.
- Alpha Sigma Phi!
- To service and obligation.
- I'll drink to that, I guess.
- What the hell?
- Don't be a fun crusher, Paul.
- I told you to lay off that mess.
- You done, worry police?
For your information I got this in a control paper.
- Keep telling yourself that.
- So.
- All I'm saying is, we did the work.
We graduated, made partner, opened our own businesses.
- Yeah, but everyone at this table
comes from generational wealth.
- Speak for yourself.
No one gave me a damn thing.
Jackie's the one that had all that
old New England blue blood money.
- Do I detect some resentment in your voice, husband?
- Of course not.
- Because from where I'm sitting I think you've done
very well by it.
- Our son dropped out of MIT.
- What kind of foolishness is that?
- Nboya didn't just drop out, Chuck,
he's taking a one-year gap overseas,
working with the Peace Corps on an engineering project.
- That's wonderful.
- Right. Perfectly respectable.
- Gap year.
- What really happened, was he got arrested.
In a peaceful protest fighting for the cause.
- Oh no, don't say.
See, when will they learn?
Yes, black lives matter, but black dollars matter more.
- Hear, hear.
- Incorrigible.
- If they're gonna go on like this, we need something
a little stronger.
Would you excuse us?
We're gonna check on the coffee.
- Mm-hmm.
Hmm.
- Yoo-hoo!
Jilly!
Hi!
- Gran, you made it.
- Oh I wouldn't have missed this.
I have been looking all over for you, pumpkin.
I already made my purchase.
- Gran, you really didn't have to.
- What kind of grandmother would I be?
Oh, and these are for you.
I know that roses are your favorite.
- Yeah.
Thank you.
- It's from all of us.
- Right. Yeah.
- I am so proud of you, going back to school
and getting your degree.
- Took me a minute.
So.
- Nobody said that life was gonna be a sprint.
And I hope that you win this competition, too.
- Yeah, maybe the, um,
maybe the camera you gave me will bring me good luck.
- Honey?
Are you alright?
- Yeah, I just. I um, I forgot to eat today.
You know, the show, and nerves and everything.
- Let me go get you a plate.
- No, no. It's really fine, Gran. I'm okay.
- The show is dope, babe.
- Girl I can't wait to get out of this damn dress.
- Who are you telling?
- Well then why do we put ourselves through this
torture every year?
I mean, it's at your damn house for Christ's sake.
Why are we his lags?
- Because it's a tradition, Clarissa.
And we do it once a year, and it's for a very good cause.
And by the by, Doctor Kalifa did an excellent job
on your eyes.
You look 21.
- I'm glad I did it.
- Gran.
This is my, uh, friend.
- Does your friend have a name?
- Paul Kibebe Roth.
- What kind of name is Kibebe?
- Ethiopian.
I'm sorry, I didn't get yours.
- That's because we weren't formally introduced yet.
- Yeah, right.
Um, Paul,
this is
my amazingly,
beautiful grandmother. Zillah Stewart.
- It's an honor.
If you don't mind me asking, what kind of name is Zillah?
- Do you attend Hampton?
- Me? No, no.
I'm from the School of Life.
I'm a painter.
I sculpt with found objects, work with my hands.
- I can see that.
- Besides who can afford college, right?
Much less a Master's.
I'm the master of my own destiny.
- And what kind of life do you hope to have,
not having a degree?
- Are you gonna go forage in the streets for objet d'art?
- Actually Kiya Booker.
- Who?
- Never mind, Gran.
- I'm gonna go get us some drinks.
- Yes, please.
- And for you, Mrs. Stewart?
- Stewart, with a T.
And no thank you.
What are you doing with a man like that?
- Hey, um,
Jilly's riding again?
- That's old.
- Okay.
- Sorry.
It's just that I still have a tough time
accepting the fact that an innocent ride
ruined her entire equestrian career.
- Well, Jilly had no control over that snake startling
her horse, Jack.
- I know, I know.
It's just riding was her life.
And she's been up and down with depression,
ever since the fall.
And she can't ride because of the back pain, and it's--
- But she's young.
You know, she'll find something else.
You know how kids are always changing their minds.
- I don't know.
When Magnus found out that she was no longer
on the Dean's list at Hampton University.
Ha.
And then when she dropped out.
It was a horse of another color.
- How do you know he's not one of those militant people?
- Gran, he's just
you sound racist.
Just stop. Please.
- I can't believe your parents approve of that.
Oh, so they don't?
- Gran, I'm an adult. Okay?
- Last I checked you were still getting an allowance.
Check your phone, honey.
- No, Gran.
They're not here then they're not coming, okay?
- They're coming.
- It's fine, because you're here, and...
- Are you alright?
- Yes, yes.
Yeah, I'm fine.
I'm fine.
- Yes you are.
- Thank you
- Well I know, Jack, but all that's behind you now.
Jilly is back at Hampton about to get her degree.
- Finally.
- Yes.
- Here's to us.
And my latest acquisition.
- Oh. Do tell.
- Augustus Savage.
- What!
- Yes.
We've been up to New York, went to an auction of life,
got into a bidding war with a Connecticut couple.
- Uh-oh.
- And you know who won that?
- Of course I do.
At least you all spend the money.
I've tried to get old tightwad to bid
on a fabulous Charles White.
No, no.
Instead he had to get another Benz and buy more golf balls.
But it's okay though, because I purchased
a Barrington Watson all on my own, hon.
- Uh oh!
Stop!
Calls for another toast.
- I agree.
- What!
- Yes.
- So you were gonna tell me.
- Oh Kim.
- Kim.
- Ex-husband number three.
- No!
- Three.
- What's wrong with her?
Look we better get back in there before they start asking
where the heck are we.
- Oh can you imagine?
- I can't get used to this one.
- Let's go, let's go, let's go.
- Welcome, everyone!
This is such an impressive turnout for Hampton University's
very first photojournalism competition.
How about a round of applause for all of our students?
Sincere thanks to all of our shutterbugs
who contributed their phenomenal works for this exhibition.
Our institution has a long and proud history
of preserving African American, Native American,
and African art.
Founded in 1868, we are the oldest African American
museum in the country.
And one of the oldest in Virginia!
Now let's get to the awards portion of our evening,
shall we?
Our esteemed Hampton University president of 41 years
Dr. William R. Harvey, will do the honors.
Dr. Harvey.
- Here we go.
- Thank you, Professor Hawkins.
Hello everyone.
I want to thank all of you for being here
on this most auspicious occasion.
I want you to know that choosing a winner was
extremely difficult, because in my opinion
all of you are winners.
The award goes to the student who best captures
nature, highlighting the importance of conservancy.
At Hampton we place a premium on art and preservation.
We have consistently delivered educational excellence
for those who thirst for knowledge.
Therefore, it is with great pride for me to announce
Hampton University's first photojournalism awardee,
and that individual is,
Miss Bianca Breglin.
- I can't believe this is happening.
First I would like to thank God and my parents--
- Jill, where you going?
Stop!
Come on!
Just talk to me for a second!
- You know when Jackie and I met at Hampton,
- A million years ago.
- She was just an aspiring apprentice
at the Rowan Oak Tribune
and boy was she a looker.
- She still is.
- Thank you, Chuck.
- Proposed to her at the Boulet Society Ball
before our graduation, isn't that right honey?
- That's right.
- Shortest engagement ever.
- And this year will be our...
- 28th.
- Wedding anniversary.
- Like I always say, time flies when you're having fun.
- You do always say that.
- Right.
How's your baby?
- You sent me flowers?
Because being there for me is too hard to ask, right?
- Jilly.
- Pull yourself together.
- You finishing that?
- Stop it.
- Mmm.
Look just sit down, mom.
I'm just getting started.
Sorry that I'm such a disappointment,
that I am so forgettable.
- What are you talking about?
- Tonight was my show at Hampton, daddy.
Yeah, the photo competition?
- So, sorry sweetheart.
- You know it's always sorry, and it's always
something more important, I jut asked for one hour.
Just one.
You're all too busy as usual, you know.
Sipping your champagne.
- Jilly.
- And telling your bad jokes, right?
- I've had just about enough.
- Whatever.
- Jilly. Jilly.
Please forgive my daughter's outburst,
I'm sure she didn't mean a thing she said.
Excuse me.
- She's been under a lot of stress lately, huh?
- Jilly!
- She didn't mean any of that.
- Jilly!
Jilly.
- We should probably all leave.
- Yes, yes. It's getting late.
- Honey.
- Thank you for coming.
- Yes, thanks.
- Hey, you call me if you need anything, okay?
I mean it. Anything.
- Thank you.
- You have a good night.
- Good night, Chuck.
- I told you the last time, I could lose my license.
- Just one more time.
Please.
- Honey who was that?
- Oh, wrong number.
Be right back, taking out the trash.
- Okay.
- I mean it Jilly, this is the last time.
- So what the hell was that?
- What do you mean what the hell was that?
Why didn't you do anything?
- Me? You're the one who's always enabling her!
Defending her as a free spirit.
She's not a child, Jackie.
She's a grown woman and we're still making excuses for her.
Always covering up her messes.
- I can't believe we forgot her show. I'm so embarrassed.
And you know Clarissa's not gonna waste any time
spreading it.
- Oh, that's what you're worried about?
- Well I don't want her gossiping and saying
that Jilly had a little too much to drink.
- A little?
She was drunk off her ass, and it wasn't the first time.
- Jilly.
Oh, mother it's you.
Yes, she was here.
And she caused a horrific scene. Let me call you back.
I'll call you back, mother!
- Good thing I got Chuck's donation before Jilly's sideshow.
Other than that the dinner was--
- An absolute bore.
I'm going upstairs.
Try not to pass out on the couch again.
Oh.
So your little girlfriends call anytime?
Do me a favor and give those wenches a curfew.
You sleeping with your cellphone I thought was a new low,
but this takes the cake.
- Hello?
Yes, this is the Mitchell residence.
What?
Jilly's been in an accident?