(BASSY, PULSING MUSIC) Captions by Jessie Puru. Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air. www.able.co.nz Copyright Able 2024 - Chee-hoo! - Period. (DISTANT TRAFFIC) - OK. (OVERLAPPING CHATTER, LAUGHTER) - Shh! The live is starting. - ON LIVE: So, I heard there's a new house debuting at the ball tomorrow. (ALL EXCLAIM) And they're going around saying they're gonna win grand prize. Girl, bye! - Who said that? - What? - Yeah. You said that we were the best. - And we're gonna be. We've got a secret weapon. - I know that's right! (ALL EXCLAIM) - When she vogues, the judges will gag. - No pressure, Miss Star. (LAUGHTER) - Shh! - ALL: Sorry, Mama. - Mama. - It was Star's fault. - Yah. - The studio was open. - Remember, stay out of the gym. And no hyena laughs. (BOTH CACKLE) That. Shush! Be quiet. Go in, hurry. - Sorry, Mama. - Measina. - Yeah, Mum? - You know, it's OK if you don't win, becau` - Oh, no, no, no, no, we're gonna win. Boop! - (SIGHS) (UPBEAT PERCUSSIVE MUSIC) - Move, move, move! - Come on, treasure chest! (MURMURING) - Tomorrow night is the Met Gala for the girls. - Ooh! - For the butch queens... - The butch queens. - ...femme queens and banjee cunts. When you chose me as your mother, I told you this house isn't just about stunts. It's about support. It's about sisterhood. Six weeks ago, when we started this house` - Oh, do we have a house name yet? - Oh, yeah. - House of Onika. - Rah, rah! - Ooh, what about House of Dolls? - I love that. - How about House of Katas? - Ooh! - The House of MMT, baby! - Mate Ma'a Tonga! - Tue tue! - Ehh! Tue tue! - Shh! Shh! (SILENCE) Holding all questions to the end. This house started with five trans women, and today, we have six femme queens. - Yes, Star! - It's giving support. It's giving confidence. It's giving chosen family. - Naww. - And it's about to give so much more. In the name of the femme queen Amiyah Scott, I present to you... our winning look. - BOTH: Ta-da! - Oh my God. - BLOOD ORANGE: I love it! - Girl, bye. - Oh, and I'm adding a lift. - A lift?! - (SCREAMS) - I'm not wearing that. - Fuck off. I'm not wearing that. - GLADYS: She'll make it work. - Bitch, that's a string on my body. (SHOUTING, GIGGLING) - All right, all right. Formation, formation. No, start from the left! Ugh! - WHITTANY: What? - Come on, Whittany, we don't have time left. - I don't understand. - You're the flyer. - What's that? - You're on top. - Who am I topping? - Half the first 15 at La Salle. - I do love straight boys. - Except they never do. - Excuse me, can we get back to rehearsing? - Um, can we film some BTS content? - Why? - For when I win, bitch. - Duh. - OK, sure. - Maybe they'll make a movie about us. - Ooh, can I play Star? - You could never! - Fine, film it. - Thank you! Tits out, ladies! - Is this for social media? - No, it's for Instagram. - Can we just focus? We're on in 24 hours. Places. - WHITTANY: Ugh, I don't want to do it again. - I'm not rehearsing. - Ooh! - GLADYS: Why? - She's just being dramatic. Pay it. If you're not rehearsing, you're not performing. - Then I'm not performing. - Oh! Girl. - (GASPS) - Fine. Right, from the lift. Five, six, seven, eight. - Oh no. (DOOR CLOSES) - What? - She went left. - 'La-beft'. - So she left. - She went left as in she went to the gym. - But were not allowed in the gym - We need to go get her. - Mm. - Right, cos eight faggots are gonna fit right in (!) - I'm not a faggot. - What are we gonna do? - I've got it. - I bags her makeup. - I got her lashes. - She can wear my sports bra. - Oh my God, period. - Yes, fit. (SULTRY R&B MUSIC) (SULTRY R&B MUSIC CONTINUES) - Shh! - Oh my God, is that a butt? (SNICKERING, SHUSHING) (ALL GASP) - STAR: Like that, Daddy? (STIFLED LAUGHTER) - Baby, that` Yeah. - (MOANS) - (CHUCKLES LIGHTLY) - Really, bitch? - What? - This is how you want the community to see us? - You think they're not doing this too? - Yeah, but not in my mum's gym. You just wrecked your mum's gym, brick much? - OK, girl... - It's just a curtain. - Girl, if anything's brick, it's your sex drive. - At least I get guys. - But have any of them taken you out during the day? - Bitch?! - Should I go get Mama? - I'm the mother. I've got this. We're not done here. - Bitch, get off me! (CLAMOURING) Put your hands on me! Don't touch me! (SCREAMING, ALARM RINGS) - BLOOD ORANGE CHUCKLES: Oh. - You dumb bitch. - What? (ALARM CONTINUES) - SOFTLY: Oh, fuck. (DISTANT LAUGHTER) - What the hell is going on in there? This is unacceptable ` getting me out of bed in the middle of the night. We will be talking about this tomorrow. (DISTANT SIRENS WAIL) - Did you tell him we're a bunch of randoms that broke in for a free workout? I just don't want you to lose your job. - I didn't. - I'll come every night and clean with you. - You focus on your performance. That's what matters. Girls, we're going home. - We're going home. Finally! Come on. (SIREN JAM BLARES) Come on, neon lights! Oh, that'd be right! - Who are they? - I don't know them. (ALL MURMUR, GROAN) - Oh, no, no, no, no. - Irrelevant! - Who does she think she is? - Hey, baby. How are you? - Yeah, seki. - (GIGGLES) (MURMURING) (SIREN MUSIC CONTINUES) - BLOOD ORANGE: Where the fuck are we? - Another venue lost. - BIG RED: I wonder what Miss Elektra has in store for us today. - Don't be mean. - GLADYS: It'll be different today. - It's definitely different. - MEASINA: Come in! Come in. Ah, so good to see everyone. We're gonna be fab tonight. - We're not rehearsing here, right? - We just won't do dips. It'll be fine. - (GROANS) - What about Star? - Ah! We have to move on. - And Whittany? - She's not coming. - Yeah, she left. - What? - Since when? - Since the drama. - So I guess we're not doing the lift? - Ooh, girl, it's giving we're losers. - Oh, we're still doing the winning routine. - But with who? - Our understudies. - We have understudies? - Wait, what's an understudy? (GARAGE DOOR RATTLES, OPENS) (DANCE MUSIC) - # I'm feelin' myself just a little too much. # Girl, I don't care. They're not doing enough. # Ooh-ooh. # - OK, privilege. - SI'A: So we're integrated now? - BABY: Trace Lysette is legendary, though. - Yeah, but that's not Trace Lysette. They're giving Trace Ly-get! - Mm-hm. - How did you get professional dancers? - Mother always provides. - Mm, hang it up. - Flat screen. - Oh! Mm. - I was thinking we could start with the chorie from the video I'd sent. - Yeah, we've already learnt it. - Oh. - What the fuck ever. - Mm-hm. - It's giving white saviours. - OK, um, should we go from the catwalk? Ready? Five, six, seven and eight. Ka, ka, ka-kitty-ka. Kitty-kitty-ka, ta-ta-ta. Shebang. Pah-pah-yah. Pah-ta. Hey-yah. Ta-ta, ka-ka, ka-ka-ka. - (SIGHS FORCEFULLY) - They're missing something. - Yeah, essence. - Maybe they could just dance at the back. - OK, OK, OK. Judges, your scores? - Girl, bye. - You love that, huh. - OK, um, one question about the death drops` - Death drops? - They're called dips. - Well, in Drag Race, they call them death drops. - Oh, this bitch did not just call me a drag queen. - Does this look like Drag Race? Measina... level it up. (GARAGE DOOR RATTLES, OPENS) - Thank you for your time. Send me your invoice tonight. - OK. - Go home. - Wait, we have to rehearse. - Half the house is gone. We're not going to win. So what's the point? It's over. - (HUMS) You're supposed to spray and wipe. It says it on the packet. - (SCOFFS) - What happened? - (TSKS) The house has fallen apart. I'm not cut out to be a mother. - What's a mother to you? - You. I wanted to show them, like how you showed me. But they don't respect me. - And you think winning's going to change that? - Before ballroom, these girls were lost. - Baby went to school in the girls' uniform last week. - Yeah, and I want all my girls to be that proud. - Even Star? - You think I'm being too hard on her? Takes one to know one. No shade. - A'e. Remember when you ran away from home to go and live with Isaiah? - Girl, bye. - What did we learn? - Never date a guy who has a bigger ass than me. - (CHUCKLES) - (CHUCKLES) - Oh. You know, you used to avoid photos too when you started transitioning. - What are you on about? She's not... Yeah, I get it. I was like Star. - No you're not. Because you knew whatever mistakes you made, you always had a family to come home to. - Yeah. Oh. - You need a ride. - Yes, please. - (LAUGHS) (DISTANT CHATTER) (DISTANT MUSIC THUMPS) - Why are we even here? - Just because we're not walking doesn't mean we can't watch. - Guess we're 007s now. (UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYS) (CHEERING, APPLAUSE) - You are my role model. You are... - What the fuuuuck? - Maybe we should go home. (PHONE RINGS) Measina. (DOOR BELL RINGS) - What are we doing here? - Shh! - WHISPERS: Oh my God. Icon! - Oi, kalofae. (TSKS) What? House of Falling Apart? - Oh. - Come, Star's in the lounge. Come in. - Thanks, Auntie. - Thanks, Auntie. - A fa'afafine dusky maiden. - I live. (STAR VOCALISES) - MEASINA: Hey, sissy. Do you still want to be a part of this family? - I've already got a family. - You mean the boy you drove off with ` Mr Fobalina Jams? - You don't know him. - Girl, everyone knows him. - Girl, Mr Fobalina's community dick. - Ooh, reuse and recycle. - We get it. When I was your age, girl, all I ever wanted was to eat hot chips with a hot boy after school. - Aww, I want a boyfriend. - Yeah, but you chose vogue instead. - No right man will make you choose. - (SCOFFS) And how many of you have found a right man? - (GASPS) - I'd rather have my girls and no man than no girls and a rotten one. No shade. - Exactly. - If this is your way of apologising, you're doing a shit job, sweetie. - Ooh, not to Mother. - Look, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for how I'm behaving. But I'm not apologising for expecting the best from my daughter. - Period. - I already told you. I'm not performing. - I'm not asking you to vogue in that tiny bikini. - I'd still wear it. - GLADYS: I wouldn't. - Can I be crazy one last time? Who still wants to debut tonight ` together as a family? - I do. - Uh, the ball's already started. - Sis, there's island time, and there's ballroom time. So who's in? - But we don't have any costumes. - Oh, or a name. - Or a routine. - Oh yeah. - Oh, I don't know. - Don't worry. Mother always provides. - OK, Mama. - Period. - OK, Mama. - Period. (CHEERING, APPLAUSE, CHANTER PURRS) - CHANTER: DJ, pump that beat. Judges, are you ready for the final category of the night? Girl, they ain't playing around. We're not just giving the grand prize to anybody. Tonight, we're looking for legends, statements and stars. We want you to bring it in costumes as a house. We want you to bring it in sync as a house. But most importantly, we want you to give the essence of your house. - SI'A: Guys, we're gonna eat! - GLADYS: These costumes are everything! (OVERLAPPING CHATTER) - Thank you, Auntie. - I told you she's an icon. - CHANTER: Introducing the House of J'Adore. (HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYS) (CHEERING, APPLAUSE) - Everyone have their costume?! - Oh my gosh! My gosh! - The House of Siren. (CHEERING, APPLAUSE) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (TYRES SCREECH, ALL SCREAM) - Oh my God! - The House of Jackson. (CHEERING, APPLAUSE) - I told you I didn't wanna vogue! (SHRIEKS) - I can't breathe! - Everything is moist! - Where's the eyelash! - The House of Continental. (CHEERING, APPLAUSE) Girl, these houses came to slay. (PURRS) Is there anybody else? Is there anybody, anybody, anybody else? Category closing in five, four, three, two, one. Category` (POWERING DOWN, GASPING) - STAR: # He-ee-ee-ee-ey. - # No-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo. # It ain't over till the dusky maiden sings. - This is the House of Dusk. - CHANTER: Ooh, we have a new house that has arrived. Give it up for the House of Dusk. DJ, pump that beat. (DANCE MUSIC PLAYS) # Dusky, dusky, feeling like cunty, cunty. # Dusky, dusky, feeling like cunty, cunty. # Ah! # - Chee-hoo! - Ooh! What a lady. Y'all better get into this body, bitch. (PURRS) Unh, watch out for the big girls. - Best dressed! - Y'all better fuck with the big girls! We're coming after the pearls, ow! Now shake what your mama gave you. Face. Elegance. The skin's soft. Soak it all in. And now, give it up for the mother of the House of Dusk! (CHEERING, APPLAUSE) (SPEAKS SAMOAN) House of dusk. Judges, your scores. What was the giving? I see one 10. I see two 10s, and I see another... (GASPING, LAUGHTER) - Why? - (MOUTHS) - CROWD MEMBER: Shame! That's what you get! - That's a chop. That's a chop. - Chop?! Chop?! - Did they just say that? - Wait, did we lose? - Sorry, girls. Judges say it's a chop. Category was closed. But give it up for the House of Dusk. (CHEERING, APPLAUSE) - Girls, listen to that. They're gagging. We ate that. - Ooh, girl, they're living. - I'm gonna be in this house. - I love you. - GASPS: Oh! Whittany! - Yeah, girl, Whittany's gone. (OVERLAPPING CHATTER) - We fuckin' ate that. - We ate that. (CHATTER CONTINUES) - CHANTER: If it was in my power, y'all would have won that. - Mama! (UPBEAT TRUMPET MUSIC) Captions by Jessie Puru. Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air.