Hope faces the music when her mom makes an appearnace at Tre's wedding to confront him. Chanise makes amends with Lionel. Meanwhile, Brianna goes into labor, turning her cozy townhouse into a whirlwind of chaos and unexpected guests.
SEASON 3: EPISODE 24 ( Objective)
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Forties AF Episode 24-Objection
SCENE 1
INT. 98.9 FM RADIO STATION
FX: BACKGROUND RADIO STATION
RADIO ANNOUNCER: Welcome to Tea Tuesday! Where we don’t just read the gossip, but we get the tea right from you. We’re about to take a few calls. Tell us what’s up in your life and the tea you want to spill.
FX: SOUND EFFECTS - RADIO
RADIO ANNOUNCER: Next caller, who dis?
MS. PAT: Hi, I’m trying to reach my daughter, Hope.
HOPE: Mom, we’re live on air. What are you doing?
MS. PAT: I’m sorry, baby. I’ve been trying to wait for you to come to me. You weren’t answering my calls.
RADIO ANNOUNCER: (Clears his throat.)
MS. PAT: And, well, I found a pregnancy test under your couch, and it said positive. Are you pregnant?
HOPE: Mom!
RADIO ANNOUNCER: Oh, she has some tea. Let’s talk about it.
HOPE: We will not! Next caller.
RADIO ANNOUNCER: We have the next caller on the line. Her baby daddy didn’t come home last night. The tea when we return.
FX: THE BACKGROUND RADIO
RADIO ANNOUNCER: Why did you stop? The rating meter was off the charts.
HOPE: My life isn’t for Tea Tuesday.
RADIO ANNOUNCER: It seems that’s what it was made for. You come in late, sleep on the job, and can barely tell Céline Dion from Selena Gomez. I don’t know how much longer this can work.
HOPE: It’s not going to work because I quit!
RADIO ANNOUNCER: You’re fired!
HOPE: Fine. I don’t need this stress. You know something? We love to conjure up someone else’s bad news. If it’s not that, it’s the trash music shoved down our young boys’ and girls’ throats. You never want to play anything positive. I mean, we teach our folks all day how to be pimps and hoes, but what about kings and queens? Will we ever play music that expresses unity, love, relationships, blessings? Meanwhile, others out there barely curse in their songs, using analogies to get their point across. But us? Everything is “for the culture?” We’re so pressed for ratings and doing shit for the culture, we don’t care.
RADIO ANNOUNCER: Are you done?
HOPE: Yes.
RADIO ANNOUNCER: You’re still fired.
FX: RADIO SOUNDS OF A DOOR SLAMMING IN HER FACE.
SCENE 1A
INT. RADIO STATION HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS
FX: HOPE DIALS HER PHONE OUT, BUT NO ANSWER
MS. PAT: (VOICEMAIL) Jesus is our Savior. This is Pat. Leave a message.
HOPE: Where did she go?
FX: TEXT NOTIFICATION SOUNDS
MS. PAT: (TEXT)I don’t know why you kept this a secret, but I heard you on the phone the other night discussing that you “got it on” with Tre. If he thinks he’s getting happily married and leaves my grandchild a bastard, he has another thing coming. I’m heading to the wedding now to give him a piece of my mind.
FX: HOPE RECORDS A VOICE TEXT
HOPE: (nervously) Mom, please don’t! It’s not mine. (beat) She really thinks Tre and I are having a baby. I need to beat her to the wedding!
FX: HOPE HURRIES ALONG
FADE
SCENE 2
INT. CHANISE’S BEDROOM - MORNING
FX: MIKAL IS GIVING CHANISE A MASSAGE
MIKAL: I could get used to this.
CHANISE: Who you telling? I’ve never had a man massage me that I didn’t have to pay.
MIKAL: (whispers) You’ll never have to pay for this.
FX: CHANISE EXHALES, SATISFIED
CHANISE: You mentioned you have to travel soon.
MIKAL: I landed another contract.
CHANISE: For?
MIKAL: Producing.
FX: CHANISE LOOKS BACK AT HIM, SUSPICIOUSLY
MIKAL: Don’t look at me like that. It’s producing only. Nothing else.
FX: CHANISE TURNS BACK AROUND
CHANISE: I know.
MIKAL: I told you, I’m retiring from that life, and this is the first big step.
CHANISE: “Retiring”—these are the first words of action I’m hearing.
MIKAL: Well, I’ve made all the right investments, so it only makes sense. Especially if I want to keep this most incredible lady in my life.
FX: CHANISE EXHALES—SHE’S REALLY ENJOYING THIS
CHANISE: Right there. Don’t stop. (beat) Hey, where are you going?
MIKAL: I’m going to grab a sandwich. You want something?
CHANISE: Don’t go out there like that. If my nosy-ass neighbors see any of that, they’ll have a heart attack. I mean that literally. Here, take my robe.
FX: CHANISE THROWS THE ROBE, AND HE CATCHES IT
CHANISE: Grab that bag of Doritos off the top of the refrigerator. (beat) Damn, he’s fine—and all mine.
SCENE 2A
INT. KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS - 2A
FX: MIKAL GOES THROUGH THE REFRIGERATOR AND CABINETS TO MAKE HIS SANDWICH. LEGEND, THINKING IT’S HIS MOM, CREEPS UP BEHIND HIM AND COVERS HIS EYES WITH HIS HANDS.
LEGEND: Guess who?...
MIKAL: Man!
FX: MIKAL FLIPS LEGEND AROUND AND HOLDS HIM IN A HEADLOCK
LEGEND: Wait! (muffled) I can’t breathe.
MIKAL: Who are you? I SAID!
LEGEND: I’m her son! (muffled)
MIKAL: Some of what?
LEGEND: Momma! Momma! (muffled)
MIKAL: You’re Legend.
LEGEND: Momma!
MIKAL: Ssssh. Calm down. I’m going to let you go, but don’t scream.
LEGEND: Okay. (muffled)
FX: LEGEND STUMBLES AND RUNS TO HIS MOM’S ROOM
MIKAL: Hey, man—
LEGEND: Mom! Momma!
SCENE 2A
INT. CHANISE’S BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS
FX: LEGEND BURSTS INTO HER ROOM
LEGEND: Mommmmmm!
CHANISE: Legend, what are you doing here?
LEGEND: I live here! That guy tried to kill me.
CHANISE: What?
FX: CHANISE RISES OUT OF BED
CHANISE: (V.O.)Oh boy. As I rose out of bed, I saw Mikal two steps behind Legend, holding a decorative pillow over his Johnson and mouthing “I’m sorry” over his shoulders. Oh, lawd. My baby boy looked like he’d just seen a ghost. I haven’t had a chance to introduce them, so I guess there’s no better time than now.
CHANISE: I’m sorry you two had to meet this way. Legend, that’s Mikal. We’re dating.
LEGEND: I should hope so.
MIKAL: My apologies, young man. The way you snuck up on me in there—
LEGEND: I thought you were my mom. Why are you wearing her robe?
MIKAL: (beat) Knee-jerk reaction. Truce?
FX: LEGEND SLAPS HIS HAND AWAY
LEGEND: I’m not shaking your hand. There’s no telling where that’s been.
CHANISE: Legend, you didn’t answer my question. What are you doing here?
LEGEND: I’m going to Dad’s.
FX: LEGEND SLAMS THE DOOR SHUT
MIKAL: Will he be okay?
CHANISE: He’ll be fine. Now, his dad, on the other hand... Give me my damn pillow.
MIKAL: I’ll give you something, alright.
FADE
SCENE 3
EXT./INT. WEDDING VENUE
FX: BEAUTIFUL VENUE
HOPE (V.O.): I finally made it to the venue, and as much as I hate to admit it, it’s beautiful. A sprawling estate in Chino Hills, CA, with sweeping hilltop views and manicured grounds I wouldn’t dare walk on. Long hallways lead to a huge ballroom. The flowers adorn the walls from floor to ceiling. The colors are green and silver. Tre’s favorite color is green.
I would hate to have an afternoon wedding—oh, shit, they’re asking people to sit down. I’m so glad I wore my sunglasses. I hope no one recognizes me. I need to find my mom.
CHICO: Hope. Hope.
HOPE: (to herself) Shit, it’s Chico.
CHICO: Yo, man, did Tre invite you? It’s about to go down. Your man is getting married.
HOPE: I’m just passing through. He invited my mom and— (thinking quickly) —she forgot her medicine. I wanted to bring it to her.
CHICO: Ah, Ms. Sexy-Ass Pat. I remember your mom. She made that bomb-ass queso that time she came to town. Tre and I were playing video games, and she treated us favorably.
HOPE: Well, if you see her, tell her I’m looking for her.
CHICO: Yeah, I need to find a seat. Wait till I tell—
HOPE: No. No. Don’t tell Tre I’m here. Chico, you didn’t see me.
CHICO: I got it.
HOPE: Oh, shoot. Tre’s mom is coming my way.
FX: SONG ANNOUNCEMENTS
HOPE: (to a guest) Is this seat taken?
GUEST: No.
FX: SONG ANNOUNCEMENTS
HOPE (V.O.): I’m going to choke my mother. Where the heck is she? I don’t see her anywhere.
FX: THE BRIDAL MUSIC
HOPE (V.O.): They’re playing the music? It’s time already. I have to find her.
FX: PUSHING THROUGH THE CROWD, "HERE COMES THE BRIDE" MUSIC PLAYING
HOPE (V.O.): Oh my God, here comes the bride. Here she comes. I need another drink. I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be here. Why! Why! Why!
HOPE: I wouldn’t have worn that color.
FX: THE MUSIC FADES OUT
PASTOR: We are gathered here today in the sight of God and these witnesses to join together Tre Nathaniel Parks and Amy Lynn Thomas in holy matrimony, which is an honorable estate instituted by God since the first man and the first woman walked on the earth.
HOPE (V.O.) Is he crying? Tre is tearing up. Wow! I have only seen him cry once ever and it definitely weren't tears of joy. (beat) I just spotted my mom, six seats up. She seems calm enough. Once they get past the objection part, I’ll sneak out.
PASTOR: Therefore, it is not to be entered into unadvisedly or lightly, but reverently and soberly. Into this holy estate, these two persons present come now to be joined. Therefore, if anyone can show just cause why they may not be lawfully joined together, let them speak now or forever hold their peace.
MS. PAT: I object!
HOPE (V.O.): No, no, no, no.
FX: COLLECTIVE GASP. HOPE MAKES HER WAY DOWN THE AISLE, TRYING TO GET TO HER MOM.
HOPE: I’m sorry—excuse me. Excuse me.
MS. PAT: Move out of my way! Tre, I know you slept with my daughter Hope, and now you have a baby on the way. You’re going to do right by her.
HOPE: Mom, stop! Mom!
MS. PAT: I will not.
HOPE: Mom, I’m not pregnant. The pregnancy test wasn’t mine—it’s Faith’s.
MS. PAT: It is?
HOPE: She didn’t want me to tell you because she wasn’t sure she wanted to keep it.
FX: COLLECTIVE GASP.
MS. PAT: Such judgment.
HOPE: Please, Mom, let’s go. (beat) I’m so sorry to interrupt everyone.
TRE’S MOM: I’m the mother of the groom. Give me that mic.
FX: MIC TEST
TRE’S MOM (ON MIC): Hope, I never liked you. Security, please get these wedding crashers out of here.
SECURITY GUARD: (to Hope) I’m going to ask you to leave now.
HOPE: We’re leaving.
MS. PAT: Let’s go.
PASTOR: Please, you may be seated.
FX: THEY ARE WALKING OUT
HOPE: Mom, I can’t believe you did that. It was embarrassing and empowering all at the same time.
MS. PAT: Baby, when it comes to you, I’m standing on business. Isn’t that what you young people say?
FADE
SCENE 4
INT. BRIANNA’S LIVING ROOM - EVENING
BRIANNA: (V.O.) It’s 8 p.m., and Jamie and I had a pretty full day. I’ve been having some cramping, so I decided to take it easy, and he was off today. It’s been perfect. I took a long shower, and that seemed to help. I didn’t want to make a big deal out of the cramping, so I just got my MomCozy pillow and laid across the couch. Nothing would make me comfortable, so I decided to stand up. Jamie rubbed my lower back softly.
JAMIE: Come over here.
BRIANNA: (V.O.) Jamie wraps his arm around me and sways my hips, just like he learned in our birthing class. But the contractions kept coming, and my water still hadn’t broken.
BRIANNA: Here comes another one.
FX: BRIANNA BREATHES AND MOANS
JAMIE: You think this is it?
BRIANNA: Maybe.
JAMIE: Let me take your temperature.
FX: BRIANNA BREATHES AND MOANS
JAMIE: Whoa, that was nine minutes apart. You’re doing great.
BRIANNA: Honey, just call everyone on the list and give them a heads-up.
FX: BRIANNA BREATHES
BRIANNA: I’m going to walk around the kitchen.
JAMIE: Got it! You’re doing great!
JAMIE: (V.O.) I can’t do this alone. I need backup.
INT. KITCHEN
FX: BRIANNA BREATHES
JAMIE: Okay, everyone has been put on alert. We have a group text going, and Mary, our midwife, is heading over here just in case it’s the real thing.
FX: A GUSH OF WATER
BRIANNA: It’s the real thing.
JAMIE: Is that the water?
BRIANNA: Yes! Call our midwife!
JAMIE: I called Mary. I’m sure she’s on the way.
BRIANNA: CALL HER AGAIN!
JAMIE: Breathe. Breathe.
FX: JAMIE DOES A FEW DEEP BREATHS
BRIANNA: I AM!
JAMIE: Okay, let’s get you to the bathroom to the tub.
FX: BRIANNA BREATHES
INT. BATHROOM
FX: BRIANNA CLIMBS INTO THE TUB
BRIANNA: The water is chilly.
JAMIE: I’m fixing it now. How’s that?
BRIANNA: Better.
FX: BRIANNA SCREAMS OUT. THE DOORBELL RINGS
JAMIE: That was a good one. Six minutes.
BRIANNA: SHUT UP!
JAMIE: Bri, okay, stay right here. I’m going to get the door. Maybe it’s Mary.
BRIANNA: DO I LOOK LIKE I’M GOING ANYWHERE?
FX: BRIANNA BREATHES AND MOANS
JAMIE: Bri, it’s your mom.
BRIANNA: I DON’T CARE!
BRIANNA: MOVE!
DIANA: Darling, you look flushed. Jamie, bring her some water.
JAMIE: Here, Bri, I brought you your favorite cookies.
BRIANNA: I DON’T WANT NO DAMN COOKIE!
FX: BRIANNA BREATHES AND SCREAMS
DIANA: Duck.
JAMIE: Whoa.
DIANA: You’re going to be okay.
JAMIE: It’s down to four minutes apart.
FX: A DOORBELL RINGS
DIANA: Brianna, you’re doing great. Can you hear me?
BRIANNA: I’M NOT DEAF! Momma.
MARY: Here I am. I’m sorry, my lady. The traffic was horrendous. I will need all of you to help out. Let’s set her mood. I need blankets and extra towels, and if you have a few candles. I brought the music and a few plants.
MARY: Eight centimeters. We’re almost there.
BRIANNA: Almost? Please, I don’t want to do this anymore. DRUGS. I NEED DRUGS.
MARY: I’m afraid it’s too late for that, my lady. Let’s go. PUSH.
FX: BRIANNA PUSHES AND SCREAMS. DOORBELL RINGS
SCENE 4A
FX: BRIANNA PUSHES AND SCREAMS. DOORBELL RINGS
CHANISE: Godmommy is here. I wouldn’t miss this special delivery!
BRIANNA: WHAT IS THIS, A FUCKING CONCERT? GET OUT OF HERE!
CHANISE: Damn. Tell me when she’s done.
FX: BRIANNA PUSHES AND SCREAMS
HOPE: Brianna, it’s Hope. I just want you to know I’m here. Hang in there, honey.
BRIANNA: DO I LOOK LIKE I CARE?
HOPE: Is she okay?
DIANA: She’ll be fine.
MARY: Ten centimeters, and I think you’re ready. Let’s anchor down and start pushing.
BRIANNA: (V.O.) Please, Mary, Mother of Jesus! Save me. This must be what an out-of-body experience feels like. I feel trapped in my body with Jamie screaming in my ear, my mother standing there like she’s waiting for a microwave to go off, Chanise taking photos like she’s at an exhibit, and Hope yelling, “Is she okay?” No! No! I’m not okay.
FX: BRIANNA PUSHES AND SCREAMS
MARY: Hey, contraction monitor, it’s your time. Get in.
JAMIE: In there?
MARY: Yesssssssss.
Scene 4B
INT. JAMIE GETS IN
JAMIE: I see the head. Oh… I’m feeling dizzy.
MARY: Keep it together, Jamie. She needs you.
FX: BRIANNA PUSHES
JAMIE: Push, baby. Push.
MARY: Baby girl is coming.
FX: BRIANNA PUSHES AND SCREAMS
JAMIE: There’s one.
FX: BABY CRYING
BRIANNA: ONLY ONE? THERE’S MORE?
MARY: Get down in there, Jamie—skin on skin.
JAMIE: She’s beautiful. She’s so damn beautiful! Come on, baby, you got this.
BRIANNA: NO, I DON’T.
JAMIE: One more. You’re doing a great job. One more.
FX: BRIANNA PUSHES AND SCREAMS
MARY: He’s here. It’s a boy.
FX: BABY CRYING
BRIANNA: AM I DONE?
BRIANNA: (V.O.): I labored for nine hours, pushed for 14 minutes, and gave birth naturally. Janelle and Jamie Jr. were born at 4:00 a.m., but no one told me I could end up floating in my own shit!
DIANA: Look at Glam Ma’s babies.
FX: JAMIE CRIES OUT EMOTIONALLY
JAMIE: We did it.
DIANA: Jamie, what exactly did you do?
FADE