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We're recording.
It's Tuesday, May 1st.
I'm here with Angel, hometown the Bronx.
Congratulations, Angel.
We had hundreds of applicants,
and only five made it through to this final round.
That's quite the feat.
Why do you deserve to be the Fresh Face of 1990?
I don't know.
'Cause I'm a natural beauty.
And you don't got to beat my mug for me to be camera ready.
"Beat my mug"?
Yeah. You know.
- Oh, vogue. - Mm-hmm.
- That's quite on trend. - Like that.
That's all my clients are talking about.
But what else can you offer as a Fresh Face?
My heart.
Um, when a friend is having a hard time,
they call me.
And I give pretty good advice.
Well, that's all the questions I have.
Thank you for your time.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Hold on.
You didn't even ask me why I want to be a Fresh Face of 1990.
When was the last time you've seen somebody
that looked like me be the face of a campaign?
I know I'm not as polished as these other girls.
But that don't mean that I want this any less.
I grew up in a home where I was told
that I would never amount to anything.
For a long time...
I believed it.
Sometimes I still do.
And I want to be an example to... to everybody...
... that's told that they're worthless.
That they can make something of themselves.
Help me prove them wrong, Ms. Ford.
Pick me.
Oh, hey, Angel.
Where have you been, girl?
Papi told me you went for that modeling campaign.
- Good luck with that, girl. - Thank you.
I'm rooting for you.
The category is...
Femme Queen Runway.
I need to see you bitches
stomping down this runway in your best 501s, honey.
Hey, how'd it go?
- I think I got it. - Ooh!
Ain't nobody coming between you
and your Calvins, honey.
Aw... shoot.
Come on, now, Miss Angel.
Serving us them good genes, baby.
And I'm talking about denim...
and skin.
Ah, y'all like that double entendre?
Catch it, catch it, baby.
Ooh...
Yes.
Judges, your scores.
Ten, ten, ten, ten...
ten!
You know it don't get no better than that, baby.
Come on, get this trophy.
Just take it on home, honey.
She branching out into the world, y'all.
She makes her own decisions.
Yeah, honey, it's your prerogative.
? Make my own decisions... ?
The Evangelistas are turning it tonight.
? That's my prerogative. ?
You want that... that arch?
Hell, you look like one of them catalogue girls.
Ain't nobody gonna be in no catalogue.
- Why? They don't pay or something? - No.
'Cause I want to be in a magazine. I'm a magazine girl.
Damon, get that phone.
Oh, my goodness.
Angel, it's for you.
Oh, my God, it's Ms. Ford.
Okay.
Thank you.
Bye.
What'd they say?
Just... Pap. Pap, Pap, stop.
Oh.
- Baby girl, I... - Angel.
- I'm so sorry, Angel. - That lady must be blind or something.
Nah, she is wrong. I'm-a give her a piece of my mind.
Stop it.
I'm tired of your scheming
and your big plans and your stupid dreams.
You always putting shit in our minds
to make us think that we deserve more.
Why don't you just focus on yourself?
Just... leave me alone.
- Don't worry, I got it. - Mm-hmm.
You okay?
Yeah.
The category is...
Live...
Work...
Pose!
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I never wanted anything...
as much as this.
I was gonna snatch that title.
Be a real Ford model.
My face was gonna be everywhere.
Well, look.
I still see all that for you.
You a model if I ever seen one.
That corny-ass competition's not gonna stop you,
'cause it's your destiny.
Oh, my God.
Uh, uh... ah...
- I'm s... I'm so sorry. - No.
- I-I loved it. - I loved it... too.
We should get a room.
I'm...
I'm not... I'm not in a rush.
I've been waiting for a girl like you.
I knew you was the one since I first seen you.
Let me take you out.
Like, on a real date.
So the Little Bitch is back.
- Lock the door. Have a seat. - Yes, mistress.
I see you brought me something to add to my collection.
- I did, mistress. - Interesting.
I've never used one of these before.
What's it do?
You screw the poppers to the front of the mask,
and it releases a slow, steady supply
so you don't get a rush all at once.
I admit, I had a moment of weakness
the last time we played.
But I cannot condone the use of drugs in my presence.
I don't even take Tylenol.
Name your price.
$300 extra on top of the normal $350.
Whatever you want, mistress.
Thank you.
? Looking for you ?
? You're a rebel now... ?
? Always carrying on ?
? With the gang... ?
Hard day at the office?
I got passed over on a promotion
by some Ivy League newbie.
My sales beat him the last three quarters.
I cannot tell you
the amount of pressure...
Shut your mouth. Leave your worries outside.
Mistress Elektra will take good care of you.
? And I just now that you're telling me lies... ?
How's that?
Mm, perfect.
? Short days, long nights... ?
Can you come back in 20 minutes after everything's kicked in
so I can fully enjoy my beating?
Certainly.
? But not for long... ?
I'm on your time.
? Or you're gonna die ?
? You're so together, boy ?
? But just at a glance ?
? You'll do anything ?
? If given a chance ?
? Scheming, planning lies ?
? To get what you need ?
? So full of promises... ?
Bye-bye, now.
? Don't you tell yourself ?
? That it's okay ?
? Sick and tired of ?
? All of your games ?
? And you want me to stay ?
? Ah, better change ?
? Makes no sense to me ?
? Your crazy ways... ?
Is my Little Bitch ready?
? Why you insist ?
? On ways of living such a dangerous life... ?
Nod your head if you're ready for your beating.
? And I just know that you're telling me lies... ?
Shit.
No. No!
Shit! Fuck!
Paul, wake up.
Wake up, Paul!
Oh, God. No.
No. Oh, God, no.
Oh, shit.
Elektra, what do you want? What are you doing?
- Is there anyone here? Are you alone? - Yes!
Blanca, I fucked up. I really fucked up this time.
Okay, okay, calm down.
Well, give me something for my nerves.
There's something I haven't told you.
And you can save your judgment.
I'm employed at the Hellfire Club.
- You work as a mistress? - Yes.
I have this client, Paul.
A little creepy, but he tips well.
He enjoys doing a little coke
when we do, you know, what we do.
Girl, if this is about borrowing money for rehab,
I am not falling for that again.
Will you just shut up and listen!
He likes drugs. And to be restrained.
So I put this gas mask thing on him.
He must have gotten sick, maybe from the drugs.
I swear I didn't leave him there that long.
- What happened? - Uh...
He choked on his vomit.
Wh...? Did you call an ambulance?
He's dead. I got scared, so I ran.
You have to call the police.
No. They'll arrest me for murder.
Does anybody know if the body's still there?
- I-I don't know. - How long has it been there?
Will you stop with the fucking fifth degree?
What am I going to do?
You are going to trust me.
If you didn't want any of my advice,
then why did you even come here?
Exactly.
I'm asking myself the same question.
Should've gone to Candy.
Elektra, what are we doing here?
I already told you a million times, Blanca... go home.
Candy's on the pole?
How else is she going to earn a living?
Move.
I need to talk to you.
? Don't you wanna play my game? ?
? I'm lookin' for a man to love me ?
? Like I've never been loved before... ?
- What are you doing? - Now!
? 'Cause tonight I'm livin' in a fantasy... ?
You hos kill me,
coming at me like I'm Dear fucking Abby.
Run this back again.
You gagged a man and he died?
He white?
Oh, bitch, you fucked.
Candy, that is not helping.
Tell her to call the cops.
Hey, girl.
Steve.
You shouldn't allow clients backstage. It isn't safe.
Oh, let's not talk about safety at my job
when you just killed a man at yours.
Um, it was an accident. She didn't kill him.
Call the po-pos, and you're definitely going to jail.
'Cause ain't no way that your broke ass
is beating the best lawyers that white money can buy.
And you best believe it's gonna be a big-ass story
on the cover of The Times, the Post, the Daily News...
Well, shit. Maybe you should call the cops.
Exactly. Somebody should call the cops.
- We can explain what happened... - Uh, we?
Huh-uh, no, ma'am. Ain't no "we".
Do I look like I want to spend the rest of my life in prison?
Orange ain't my color.
He had drugs in his system.
The cops can't blame you for that.
They not gonna believe a bunch of transsexuals, girl.
Just let whoever finds him deal with the mess.
No. I think Blanca's right.
- I'm going to the police. - Thank you.
Girl, you really think your high-saditty ass
is gonna survive Rikers?
Listen.
Somebody I want you to talk to before you turn yourself in.
- Okay? Come on. - ? Nasty girl ?
- ? Do you think I'm a nasty girl? ?
Girl, we are wasting time. Every minute we don't report,
- Elektra looks more suspicious. - Your problem, Blanca, is you think
doing the right thing is always the right thing to do.
- Hey, girl. - Hey, girl.
How you been? You good?
Ah, business is slow. Damn Bush economy.
Look, can we buy you a cup of coffee?
Girl, I don't drink no coffee.
But you can buy my time.
I never had one die on me.
Pass out, start puking all over himself,
start crying about his wife... now, that happens all the time.
But full-on dying?
That's some fucked-up shit. What did you do to him?
Nothing. He OD'd. I-I wasn't even in the room.
Which is why we should call the police
- and tell them the truth. - Don't look at me, girl.
I already told her she was crazy.
What world you been living in?
- I've been arrested before. - For hooking?
And for protesting at a bar once.
Those are bullshit crimes.
Ticky-tack stuff the cops can use
to prove they're keeping the streets safe.
Or as an excuse to rough you up a little.
We're talking violent offenses here.
And Miss Elektra crossed the one line that our kind
ain't allowed to ever cross.
We're the ones supposed to get beat up and die, not them.
Tell them about the trouble you got into last summer.
A john picks me up
in his brand-new Buick LeSabre.
Nothing fancy. $20 BJ in the back seat.
I worked that thing for five minutes.
You okay, baby?
You're using too much teeth.
Honey, ain't nobody ever called me toothy.
I'm not the problem here.
- Help me! - You bitch.
Stop it!
Sir, stand next to your vehicle.
What's going on?
They heard what he had to say.
He told them all about his brother who was a cop
somewhere out on Long Island.
And how he was just giving me a ride,
and I tried to rob him.
"No good deed goes unpunished,"
and all that bullshit.
Take it off.
- On my first day in Rikers, - _
- I got beat up. - _
On my second day, a guard tells me he could keep me safe,
even sneak in some cosmetics.
Maybe even a good wig.
But it wasn't kindness.
He was just making me pretty so he could pimp me out.
Listen.
A pretty girl like you
doesn't want anything to do with jail.
And I don't care if they got the guy dying on video.
You gonna take the fall.
For girls like us,
the system is never on our side.
That's all fine,
but what the hell am I going to do?
I think I know someone that can help.
I heard she takes care of situations like this, but...
you gonna have to have cash.
Oh, so what, we gonna add new people to the conspiracy?
Blanca,
- may I speak to you in private? - What?
I know this is your house,
- but your mother is sending you to your room. - Why?
So you can get yourself into even more trouble
without having me to get you out of it?
Yes. And to keep your hands clean.
Thank you, but this is serious.
Bigger than all of our reading and shading
and cutting and feuding. This is your life.
- You're my mother. - And you're my daughter.
And not responsible for my sins.
Whatever we're about to do is reserved for those of us
who only need a hot bath and a stiff drink
to forget things.
- That's not you. - That's not you, either.
But I have no choice. And neither do you anymore.
Go. I don't want you to hear another word of this.
Okay.
Who's this problem solver of which you speak?
Oh, I don't do subbasements.
Bougie bitch, come on.
I just need five minutes to clean up.
And smoke me a Virginia Slim.
Not you, bitch!
- Yeah, bitch. - You cause me nothing but problems.
- Bitch, you almost killed me. - No!
You telling all the girls
that Ms. Orlando doesn't know her shit.
- You cost me money, whore. - I can cost you more.
You two can argue over your grievances some other time.
I was told that you could help us clean up a little mess.
For a friend of hers?
Never...
You earned your living mutilating and scarring
the girls of our community.
I'm here to offer you an opportunity
to make up for your butchery.
We heard you know how to get rid of particular kind of problems.
Like the kind that was breathing that ain't breathing no more.
And that you're a cleaner.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Bullshit! You habla inglés bitch.
Word is a girl got sick from some of your shit
and had a heart attack or something.
And you got rid of the body.
And you did the same for a girl who knifed a john
- who got rough with her at the piers. - More lies!
Now, leave!
Get the money.
I am not proud of having to come to you.
I don't know if he was a good man or a bad man,
but I know that he didn't deserve to die like this,
and he certainly doesn't deserve
whatever we're going to do with him.
But something must be done, and we need your help.
Mm.
Was he a tall man?
- Was he fat? - What does that matter?
I just need to know how big of a suitcase I need to bring.
We have four hours until the cleaning crew comes
to get the room ready for the next shift.
We should get anything that could trace him back to here.
Hold up.
I know this motherfucker... Paul.
They banned him from the strip club 'cause he would take
the girls in the back and smack 'em around.
I say we take him outside and leave him
dressed up just like he is.
Mm-mm-mm.
We put him back in the suitcase,
and we take him somewhere safe.
Vamos!
Sh... Damn it!
- What a mess. - I can't do anything.
That's okay. I got you.
I'm sorry about the other day.
It's all right, I just...
Um, I long forgave you for your-your outburst.
- You all right? - Yeah.
I just got a lot on my mind.
You want to talk about it?
No. You first.
Papi has been pouting all day.
What did you do to him?
Speaking of the devil. You gonna go handle that?
Why you acting like that?
I'm not acting like nothing.
Yes, you are.
Look, you're the one ignoring me ever since I asked you out.
No, I'm not.
You kissed me 'cause you was sad.
It was a pity kiss, and now you don't know how to act around me.
Go ahead, reject me. I can handle it.
I'm not just some hoodrat who can't see
he ain't got shit to bag a girl like you.
Papi...
That's not true.
I'm just scared.
I don't want to ruin what we have.
You're family.
You mean so much to me.
I can be more.
Give me a shot.
Let me show you.
Show me what?
This right here.
Oh! Who needs The Young and the Restless when you got this?
All right, get y'all asses in here.
Dinner's served.
When are you taking me out?
Whenever you want.
That bitch ran off with my money.
Never trust a girl who works the pole.
You blaming me?
Okay, fine.
I'll leave.
I ain't the one with a dead white boy in her bedroom.
Talk to me crazy.
I got some goodies to play with.
What is all this?
The lye is for the smell.
The pleather is easy to work with,
and most importantly, it doesn't leak.
We're gonna wrap him up,
we're gonna sew him in,
and we're gonna put him in that closet
with some boxes over.
And I promise you, no one will ever know.
A beautiful little cocoon.
Hmm.
It works.
I have a friend in Honduras.
Her husband used to beat her with a hanger
that he used to heat up first over the fire.
Until one day she shot the motherfucker dead,
right in the belly.
And all the ladies in town came to help her cocoon him
so she wouldn't get in trouble.
That's what we do... women.
Is that how you got rid of the body of that girl
who had a bad reaction to some of your ghetto silicone?
My silicone is primo shit!
That girl had some kind of problem or something.
Now, are we going to do this or not?
Because it's going to take time.
And I... I have a hair appointment at 10:00.
- Come on. - Can we at least say a prayer
or something over the body before we cocoon him?
I told you, this motherfucker got exactly what he deserved.
But he's a human being... some mother's son.
Ugh. Come on.
Lord, the world can be a cruel place,
especially for women like us.
We do not like what we have to do
to this man's body,
but we have no choice.
If we did, we would do right by him.
At least no one will know how he died,
which I'm sure he would appreciate.
Can we get to work now?
- He's too big to lie him flat. - No.
We have to fold him up...
- ... like a baby. - Ugh.
Hey, you didn't kill him.
Come on, help me.
Now, we have to sew him tight.
No holes, no seams.
Because when the body start decomposing,
he's gonna spill out all over your heels.
Ay.
Hmm.
Nothing feels right for Barbetta.
It's impossible to get a reservation there.
- How did Papi pull that off? - I don't know.
He's a hustler. That's what I like about him.
He can do anything. He's creative.
What do you think about this dress?
Classy.
- Mm-hmm. - Very...
Veronica Webb.
But, girl, why you stressing over it? It's just Papi.
What you mean it's just Papi?
Okay, for the record, I'm Team Papi.
All right? I mean, his intentions are pure,
he quit dealing, he got that GED,
and he got that job at the Carlyle.
I mean, I'm proud of how far he's come.
Mm, me, too.
And I feel a "but" coming.
But...
you are a girl...
that can get anything.
Any guy that you want.
Hello? Oh.
- One second. Angel. - What?
Angel? She's ready for you.
Trust me, I have the girl for you.
Well... well, don't worry.
Consider it handled.
Angel, thanks for coming in.
Mm-hmm.
I assume you have regrets about rejecting me
in favor of that blonde.
You're delightful.
And as much as your sass tickles me,
it cost you the title.
- Hmm. - I have something for you.
A group of Ford models is on location as we speak
for a cosmetics shoot.
The client feels that there's something missing.
He wants something different.
Well, I have a hunch that what he's looking for is you.
- Me? - Yeah.
You have something.
It's just the Bronx.
You ain't used to the realness.
- The realness? - Mm-hmm. Real.
I'm of the people from the sidewalk
that you look down on from your perch in the sky.
Mm. Well, I'll give you that.
Have you heard of Wet 'n' Wild?
Mm-hmm.
They've got the best eyeliners.
You ain't got to burn 'em or nothing.
- Is that so? - Mm-hmm.
Well, it should be an easy sell for you.
To be the face of their Spring Colors collection.
Wait.
My face is gonna be in the makeup aisle at Duane Reade?
Where all the girls can see me?
When do they want me?
You're already late.
- I like this a lot. - It's great.
You must be Angel. I'm Erik.
- Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you. How are you feeling?
I'm good. I'm a little nervous, but I'm so excited.
Oh, don't worry. You got this. I love this already.
This is great. Let's try one with the hands up.
- I love that look. - Okay.
Oh, perfect. I love this pose, yeah.
Hold that. Mm-hmm. Right, right. Great, great.
Mm. Yes.
Give me a little vogue.
Yeah, vogue a little more, vogue a little more.
There we go. Yep.
Yes. You are a star, Angel, you're a star.
Angel, feel free to use that stool.
Get close, ladies.
Right, right. Great.
Oh, amazing.
Great, I love this. I love this.
Great. Yep.
Perfect. Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
Great, great. Perfect.
Shit. 7:35. I got to meet somebody.
We have you booked until 9:00.
I-I got plans.
Do you want to be a social butterfly,
or do you want to be a superstar?
It's your choice.
Superstar it is.
So we was at Palladium. We had our own
private table and everything... all you can drink... and sniff.
Girl, you had better kept your nose out of that junk.
Mm-hmm. No, but, no, were you, like,
behind, like, a red velvet rope and everything?
Yeah. So, um, Lindsey, she's another Ford model,
she's sleeping with the club promoter.
- Ooh. - I'm telling you,
models are the new rock stars.
That's not even the best part. So we was dancing on the table,
and guess who singled me out.
- B-Bobby Brown. - Guess again.
Give us a hint, or else we never gonna get the full story.
My favorite designer.
Oh, my God, you met Isaac Mizrahi?
- Girl! - Yes! Girl, I'm telling you,
you know what he said? "You are the face of the '90s."
- Bitch! - Yes, I did.
- Yeah, girl. - My daughter...
out here with the crème de la crème
- of Manhattan high society. - Mm-hmm. Right there.
- Girl, I'm telling you. - How could she do it?
- Yeah... - Oh, what's up, brother?
Nothing much.
Um, I'm so sorry I'm late.
I picked up an extra shift.
Let me go make you a plate, baby.
Thank you.
Oh. I'll help you, Ma.
You know, I wasn't gonna say nothing, but...
Pap, I'm sorry.
I feel really bad, but I have... but I have
a really good excuse, if you want to hear it.
So, I did a photo shoot for a real modeling campaign.
It's gonna be in Duane Reades and pharmacies and drugstores
all over the country.
Can you believe it?
I wouldn't be doing any of this if you wasn't there
- to push me. - Mm-hmm.
I am so happy for you.
But you fucked me up.
I was flexing mad hard
'cause I thought I got the girl of my dreams.
I felt like a real man for once.
I told myself, "You must have done something right"
to get her to say yes."
I was ready to sip champagne with you.
But you didn't show up.
And I was alone like I always been.
It was even like that. I had my dress picked out and everything.
Damon helped me. I really wanted to be there.
- Nope. Nah. - I-I really wanted to be there. I promise.
I'm not gonna let you apologize for doing what you had to do.
This is your dream.
You're living it.
I'm happy for you, for real.
Angel, you making a mess.
I'm-a check on your plate.
Just so you know, though, you're the only thing I've ever wanted.
You are my dream,
and one day, you gonna realize that I'm your man.
That I'm gonna protect you and that I'm gonna love you right.
Right now, you can't see all that
'cause you got your eyes on other prizes...
the photo shoots, the magazine covers, the famous people...
but, Angel, I am a prize, too.
And I need you to know that.
You're late.
The sun rises when it's ready, Blanca.
Now, what was so important that you needed
to speak to me face-to-face?
What the hell do you mean, "What is so important"?
It's been two weeks since that Hellfire business,
and you haven't spoken one word about it.
I heard about what you did with that body.
Is that bitch Candy running her mouth?
I'll do the same to her if she keeps yapping.
Don't worry. Half of the girls don't believe her.
And the other half?
They like me. They seen the story in the papers,
"executive gone missing", front page for a week,
and they understand you did what you had to do.
What any of us would have done trying to survive.
And don't get me wrong, I've had nightmares.
I'm worried about you.
You a hard bitch, but even you got to be hurting.
I've had nightmares, too.
I see him.
We put him in an old trunk.
I move boxes around to try to hide him.
I worry that the others can smell him.
The worst part is, late at night, when it's quiet,
I think, "That's a human being in there."
I know he was a pig of a man, but I pray over him.
He's mine now.
He will be with me for the rest of my life.
Well, you gonna be okay.
Like you said, he was a pig.
So ain't nobody gonna be grieving over him.
Look at the New York Post today.
He is nothing but a little story on page 22,
and in a month, everyone will forget.
Euphoria was right. The game ain't fair.
We may cut each other up like a pack of alley cats,
but when the outside world tries to tear us down,
this army closes ranks.
We sure do.
- Are you sure it's out yet? - It's been two weeks already.
She said it would be out.
Oh, my God. Yo, yo, over here, over here.
We found it.
You look so beautiful.
Oh, my God.
You did this.
- Look. - That's-that's my...
Hey, mister, that's my face.
- Look, this is me. - Oh, my God.
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