Beauty Shop Page #3

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Rotting wires, outdated sockets...

And the main breaker

keeps getting tripped.

- Is that a problem?

- Not if you like standing in the dark.

A lot just needs to be done.

A total upgrade.

Well, right now, I just need you

to take care of this one thing for me.

Now, you see

this big ol' hole in the ceilin'?

That just ain't workin' for me.

Neither's the piano playing coming

out of it, if you know what I'm saying,

so I just need you to take those wires

and sort of stuff 'em back up in there

so I can patch up the ceiling.

Can you do that for me?

Can you do that for me?

I could, but that's not going

to solve your dilemma.

So, let's say I do

the whole upgrade thingamajig.

How much is that gonna cost me?

I'd say between 4,000 to 6,000.

Well, don't let the doorknob

hit you on the way out.

Okay, then... Good luck.

Wait, wait.

Come on, what about the ceilin'?

Don't look at it.

I guess I'm supposed to ignore

the piano playin' comin' through it?

I'll try to play more quietly.

I play piano, too.

Is that right, mademoiselle?

Yeah. Maybe I can come up

and play some time?

Maybe. We'll see, little one.

- Ladies, ciao.

- Bye.

Mama, I like him.

And I like you

with this broom in your hand.

Gina, it's looking beautiful.

You think the ladies will like it

when they come in tomorrow?

Please, compared

to what they were workin' with

before we got here,

they should love it.

So, what don't you like

about the place?

I ain't sayin' I don't like it.

I just say, you know, I don't think

it's all o' that. That's all.

For real. It's gonna take more

than a new little paint job

and some posters to impress me.

This coming from a woman

who had Popeye's cater her wedding.

Church's.

It was Church's, Josephine.

- It was chicken.

- I ain't mad at you.

I had Gladys Knight

Chicken and Waffles cater mine.

I still got waffles in the freezer.

Would y'all let the woman

who own the shop talk?

Go on, Gina.

Thank you, Miss Josephine.

Say what you got to say.

It's your shop, sister.

All right, now,

what I was trying to say wa...

They ain't gonna listen, no way.

Talk to us, go on.

Go on.

What I was tryin' to say was, no...

What about the booth rent?

I hope you don't plan on raisin' it.

Can't be coming outta pocket, Gina.

I can't come outta pocket.

M.J. Got basketball camp,

baby A-Rod need a new stroller,

and little Shaq, he need braces.

Dang, girl. You got you

a little Dream Team over there, huh?

And look, Auntie Gina, this one here

is Venus Serena Marion Jones, Junior.

Right, that's Auntie Gina's baby.

So, look, as of right now,

no, I'm not gonna raise the booth rent,

but I will be making

some changes around here.

Look, I'm trying to create an environment

where you can come and relax.

All right? We are professionals.

Professionals.

And you never know, Oprah

might come strollin' up in here one day.

Yeah, you know, if she mistook the place

for, what, a Krispy Kreme joint?

You need to hush, little sister.

You ain't got a pot to piss in.

Oprah pot platinum, baby.

You know that poem Maya Angelou wrote?

"Phenomenal Woman"?

"Pretty woman,

wonder where my secret lies?

I ain't cute or built to fit

a fashion-model size."

She's talking about Oprah, hon!

Yes, she was! And just like Oprah,

I wanna be the best.

And in order to be the best,

we got to change the game a little bit.

Which brings me to this...

please, no more food on the counters.

Let's try to keep it

as clean as we can.

You know what?

I make you this promise.

I ain't gonna get

no food on your stuff.

Don't sit...

That's a little syrup

spilled on the seat.

That's a white couch.

But it look like Louis Vuitton.

They ain't gonna know.

- High fashion.

- Turn it over.

- You can Shout it out.

- Shout it out.

- Pull it out and throw it in the dryer.

- What's up?

Yo, look,

we gotta work as a team.

In order to work as a team,

we have to look like a team.

New smocks, one size fits all.

Porsche, Mercedes.

- What?

- Okay?

They ain't had none

of these with some Kente cloth

or somethin' more with a little

Motherland flavor, a cheetah print?

This ain't got no breast flap.

I mean, how am I supposed to...

If I... Maybe right here.

Maybe it'll slip through the hole.

Am I late?

Hey! No, no, no.

You right on time, girl.

Come on in.

Everybody, this is Lynn.

Lynn is one of the baddest hair stylists

to ever set foot out of Augusta...

Blue Ridge.

Blue Ridge, Georgia.

She got mad skills.

The girl is talented.

And she gonna be working

here in the shop with us.

Working here. As what?

As a stylist.

Hell, no!

Hell, no!

Come on.

Okay, you know what?

I'm sorry, but you doing

a little too much around here, okay?

I mean, you ain't tryin'

to, what, brighten up the place.

You's tryin' to whiten up the place.

For real.

So, here's what I'ma do, Gina.

I'ma let you and little Miss Blue Ridge,

here, you know, have the shop.

Do your thang.

Go on, girl! Do your thang.

'Cause I can't be a part of this, okay?

Porsche, are you rollin'?

Yeah. I ain't gonna be able

to do it, either.

- I didn't mean to run 'em out.

- No, no, don't even worry about it.

Better we get rid

of the bad apples now.

Besides, them girls

got too much attitude.

I 'bout to slap the sh*t

out of one o' they asses.

A'ight, anybody else leavin'?

'Cause this white b*tch here is stayin'.

Chanel.

You know, no white girl

is gonna mess up me and my money.

Y'all can go.

- Whatever.

- A'ight... whatever.

All right. Y'all, you wanna fly

outta here with them birds?

'Cause I got a business to run.

I need to know something.

That's what I'm talking about.

All right.

Gina's Beauty Shop.

No problem.

Thank you. Bye-bye.

- Excuse me.

- May I offer you a cappuccino?

I don't want

no damn cappa-whatever-it-is.

Where's Angeline at?

I'm sorry.

She's no longer here.

- She die?

- No, no, no, she didn't die.

Then where is she?

'Cause I got an appointment.

Well, my name is Gina.

I bought the shop from Miss Angeline.

I can have one of my other operators

assist you, if you like, Miss...

Mrs. Towner.

Mrs. Towner.

"T" as in "Tom,"

"O" as in "Othavee,"

"W" as in "Willacoochee, Georgia."

- Willacoochee.

- And "ner" as in...

"I don't live 'ner' here."

Well, don't let me

keep you waiting any longer.

Come on, now. Would you like

some water or something, Mrs. Towner?

Yes, please. Thank you.

Lynn, would you take care

of Mrs. Towner, please?

Of course.

Hi, Mrs. Towner.

When'd you all get to be

so integrated 'round here?

This morning.

What can I do for you today?

Don't give me no 'fro.

Just keep my curls neat and tight.

And then maybe

you can pin it up for me.

Not a problem.

Girl, what you know

'bout doin' black folks' hair?

I'm not gonna screw it up,

if that's what you mean.

Good for you.

Here's your water, Miss Towner... Mrs.

Well, thank you, sweetie.

...and I'm tellin' him to move back

just a little bit, you know what I mean?

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