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Did y'all hear what happened previously

on the Chicken Sisters.

Gus, you're as stubborn as a stain.

We're trying to help.

Look at this mess.

Roll on everything.

You were only hanging out with her

because I made you keep her busy while I was filming.

You're the fella who called in to the health inspector?

I want to win, don't you?

Mama! The house!

It's just junk.

- Mama! - Mama!!

Every family has their stories.

You hear them so many times,

they can almost feel like fables.

But the people they happen to were real.

I swear on my Nana's grave.

Your husband isn't the father of my baby.

The daddy is the man who was just passing through town.

A stranger.

I'm not proud to say that, but it's true.

A stranger?

That's good.

So my husband said he's the father for no reason.

Why? Why would he admit to something so heinous

if it wasn't true?!

Well, I can't explain that but you have to believe me.

I never slept with your husband.

Never would.

Me and Sherman are like cousins.

Something tells me that wouldn't stop you.

Well, forget you then.

I would never want to associate with a woman

who believes a man over her best friend.

Guess we won't be associating, then.

Sherman begged on his knees,

and Frannie couldn't resist that.

She was the forgiving type.

Well... at least you admitted it.

Unlike some people.

That's the start.

We don't need people like that in our lives.

She had to start over

running the business with Sherman instead of Mimi.

Mimi, I know you are in the family way,

but I'm in no position to be a father.

My career is my priority.

I hope you understand

and that this money I've enclosed helps.

This will be my last correspondence with you.

So Sherman wasn't the father.

With nobody to help her,

Mimi had no choice but to give up the baby.

She took the money the father had sent

and started a new business... alone.

Mimi had been telling the truth the whole time

and no one ever knew.

Until now.

Your mother has multiple sclerosis.

For how long?

It's hard to tell exactly.

She may have had symptoms for a while,

but we diagnosed it about a year ago.

A year ago?!

I advised her to tell you.

Uh-huh. Yeah, well, that's why she didn't.

But what, uh, what happens to someone when they have a MS?

Well, it's an autoimmune disease,

so the body is attacking itself.

Is she in pain?

Sometimes. I'm sorry.

Your mother wanted to keep everything under wraps.

Right. 'Cause people talk.

Last night must have been pretty overwhelming for her.

I...

I feel like I maybe caused some of the stress.

Uh-huh. Yeah. I can't say that I helped much with that either.

Calm down. I'm not dead yet.

You know, Mama, you can't do that.

You cannot do that.

Now, what is this, a gulag? You can't keep me here.

I really want you to rest, Gus.

Rest? In here?

The lighting is from hell,

and all this beeping is driving me batty.

Okay. All right. How about a compromise, then?

You can leave, but I don't want you walking around.

I need you to use a wheelchair.

You're lucky I'm getting points,

because otherwise, I wouldn't be thrilled

that you charged my platinum card without my permission.

Consider it an early birthday present.

Has she texted back?

It's whatever.

I'm sorry I messed things up between you two.

Doesn't matter.

I'm leaving town anyway.

Doesn't matter, huh?

You know, a good apology goes a long way.

All right, that's fine. That's fine.

Just scorch the earth and get out of town.

Oh, cool.

You're throwing the thing I said to you yesterday

back in my face.

You call that good parenting?

I liked it.

Duh?

I don't know what to do.

We don't have room for her at my place.

She can stay here.

We'll give her a room at the inn.

Oh, Kenneth, that is too much.

Look. Your mom...

Gus, was a proud woman

who barely ever asked for help,

but now she found herself absolutely helpless.

Nancy hadn't touched a thing

in her late husband's office. A sign of respect.

But suddenly, she wasn't feeling so respectful.

Amanda, I've been worried sick. Did you see your Mama?

I did.

Oh, honey, what's going on?

Mama has MS.

Oh, no. I'm so sorry.

Yeah, she didn't want to tell anyone

'cause of course she didn't, she's Mama.

And she's been getting treated by Dr. Gen in private

because she didn't want anyone to know.

So they weren't having an affair?

No. What... what? Why would you think that?

'Cause I'm as dumb as a barrel of hair, apparently.

Don't worry about that.

What can I do for you, sweet girl?

Honestly, I just...

I just needed to hear your voice.

I love you.

I love you, too.

It's going to be okay.

We'll visit as much as we can

and whatever your mom needs, we'll make sure she has it.

I know I only just met Gus, but I can tell she's tough.

Oh, yeah.

One time she lanced a boil with a pocket knife.

We can have some mystery surrounding your family.

Now, what can I do to help? You say the word.

I don't know.

I just need to focus on the final competition.

Maybe you could, like, pack the room and book the rental car.

Yep.

Consider me your personal concierge.

Oh.

You're the best.

I got you.

in three and he makes it in.

Hey.

I got these for Gus,

but y'all had already left for the hospital.

How's she doing?

Like you care.

I care.

Yeah, you cared enough to call the health inspector on her.

Amanda, what are you saying?

What are you...

Are you saying you weren't the one who called it in?

You really think that was me? Don't you know me at all?

It doesn't matter now. How's your mother?

She has MS.

Amanda.

I'm so sorry.

And she didn't tell you?

But Mae knew I bet.

No, she said she didn't.

She said.

I hate how those two box you out.

Let's just get through the final competition.

It'll all be over soon,

and things can go back to the way they've always been.

Here.

Oh, Mama.

Hey.

Mama, Mama...

You just sit there and look pretty.

- Huh! - Okay?

We got this, Gus.

This is what you pay me the million bucks for.

Mmhmm.

This is Mae Moore speaking.

It's Lolly, gemini rising.

We hosted a show together. I'm the founder of Lolly Pop.

The world's first Sparkling protein drink.

I know who you are. How's it going?

How's it been going on the show since, you know, they fired me.

Oh, actually...

Not great.

You're doing amazing, babe.

Now what?

I want to say... folding.

Xochi is gonna ping you.

The network wants you to come back, like, a lot.

Really? I can't believe it.

Can you really consider it?

Please.

I'm sorry. I just need a minute to process this.

Yes, and, you know, your girl was to meant to process.

Keep me in the loop, though, okay?

Love and light.

What was that all about?

They want me to come back to Sparkling.

Mm?

Yeah, it turns out they actually need my controlling,

type-A energy in order to, like,

do the organizing part of the show.

So they finally come to their senses.

I'm proud of you, Mae.

I'm sorry. Did you just say that you were proud of me?

I don't think I've actually ever heard you use that word.

Well, maybe I should let some of my inside thoughts

come out every now and again.

Hey.

Looks like those fan incident checks

are going to keep rolling in, huh?

There it is, yeah.

Hey, Kenneth, um, I'm trying to book a car,

but I don't have enough bars to do anything,

and I can't seem to connect to the Wi-Fi.

Yeah, sorry about that.

Our internet is down at the moment,

but this is on the house

and we're gonna get everything back up and running

as soon as we can.

All right, don't worry about it.

I'll find some service somewhere.

Oh, my goodness, that's really good.

Mm.

Grandma Nancy, come over here.

I'm busy honey.

This is important.

I have to have a grandma summit.

No! Is this real?

Yep. It's dated and has a real seal and everything.

It doesn't make any sense.

Why would Frannie's husband want everyone to think

he was a cheater when he wasn't?

It's shocking.

I mean, isn't it shocking?

Not to me.

I don't need a letter to know that Mimi didn't lie.

Huh? I guess us Frannie's folks did.

I think there's a lesson here.

There certainly is.

I was right to hold on to all those things all these years.

We really did need it one day.

Oh, I don't think that should be the lesson.

I mean, who knows what else went up in flames?

Oh, well, the location of the Holy Grail.

Okay. And what about Amelia Earhart?

They never found her body.

I mean, it could-- that Tokyo Rose business.

Maybe that isn't so crazy after all.

And what about those astronauts they said were on the moon?

Mr. Chicken...

My name is Shawna Beth Faye Calhoun.

Self-proclaimed Forbes 30 over 30.

I know you're a very busy mogul,

but I hope you have some free time for a little tete-a-tete.

Entrepreneur to entrepreneur.

Oh.

That's a fun font.

Yes. I'm always happy to lend some words of wisdom

to a career gal.

Excuse me. Where are my manners?

Career fox.

It's a half past 10:00.

And it's the time we've all been waiting for.

The clash down.

Today, the pecking order will be decided as we crown

either Mimi's or Frannie's as our Kitchen Clash champs.

Now the rules are simple.

Both teams will whip up their signature fried chicken.

Then the town will blindly vote for their favorite.

But the only vote that really counts is from our judge,

Mr. Chicken himself, Christian Pearce.

Yeah.

Gordo.

May the best chicken win.

- Let's go. - All right.

I hope you're ready to lose.

I'm not losing today.

Because you're gonna have your friends

at the health department shut us down.

I don't know what you're talking about.

You know exactly what I'm talking about.

I just did what somebody should have done a long time ago.

What should have been done a long time ago...

Ahhhhh!!!!!

Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut!

Cut!

Are you okay?

It's hard to say, but it might be a broken fifth metacarpal.

I'll need to take an x-ray.

Until then, I'll wrap it up.

But it's going to be a minute until he can use it again.

Okay. That's okay. I can do this.

Unless... you can cope with one hand.

Can you?

No. It's okay. You've got a broken hand.

You've got enough on your plate.

Plate! Jokes, food!

Okay. I'm okay. It's fine. Excuse me.

I have a problem.

Do you want me to come over there and help?

No, no. I'm fine. You're busy packing.

You're probably slammed.

He wasn't slammed.

But while Jay was searching for service in Merinac,

he found something else.

Peace.

And real estate prices

that would make any New Yorker blush.

Um, I mean, I can make some time.

No.

I have to do this myself.

You're gonna be great. You're an amazing cook.

I'm still thinking about that lamb tagine

you made a few weeks ago.

Oh, babe, thank you so much. Yeah, that was take out.

Sorry. Last lie, promise. Bye, I love you.

Listen, the next time she brings her dog in,

if it's not clean, I'm not touching his butt.

Well, that's what I'm trying to say.

I don't blame you.

I heard there was a scuffle inside.

Y'all have any details?

Um...

That's all right.

Just here to keep the peace in these divided times in Merinac.

Things have been pretty heated.

Speaking of heat,

I got a call today from a fella at an insurance company

asking me what caused Gus's fire.

I wasn't there when it started,

so I don't have the whole story.

It was just terrible.

A travesty.

Hit from a bolt of lightnin'.

That's all.

I didn't notice a lightning storm.

It was a rogue lightning bolt.

Yes.

I don't know where.

That can happen.

I saw it on a weather channel documentary.

Yep.

That, uh... that lightning hit

and Gus's place went right up in flames.

Well, you must have seen it, too, Sheriff.

Right?

I reckon I did see that rogue lightning bolt.

That's right.

That's exactly what you saw.

Good man, huh?

Hey.

I said I don't want to talk to you.

So that's it? That was your plan?

Just never speak to me.

Maybe.

Look, I know, I know, I messed up.

What I did was totally, like, loser vibes on my part.

You just used me as currency.

I thought...

I thought...

You know, I don't know what I thought.

But I guess I was wrong.

You weren't.

You know what I think of you?

I think you're magic.

You're like this excited butterfly fluttering about,

spreading your happiness everywhere.

And you have these big dreams, and I've just, I've...

I've never met anyone like you.

And I know that we got off on the worst foot, but...

I didn't... I didn't know what it would turn into.

What did it turn into?

Friendship.

And for the first time,

Frankie felt what her monologue was about.

Stomach rising and sinking like a riverboat.

A lump in her throat the size of a dumpling.

This was it, heartbreak.

So...

Can we be friends again?

Of course.

Friends.

He started it.

You know what I bet,

your mom and sister put him up to it.

They wouldn't do that.

I don't know. I'm not so sure.

I don't trust them.

I never have.

That's why I'm always telling you,

we don't need people like that in our lives.

People like what?

People like my family?

In that moment,

in Amanda's mind, something clicked.

Something that had been right in front of her,

but she couldn't see it before.

We don't need people like that in our lives.

And he had a dalliance with your mom?

I did not know that.

But he saw the light.

He fessed up, apologized,

and proposed to me that very next day.

Why would he lie?

Because he's a man!

This is what you do, isn't it?

You Hillier men.

Frannie's husband lied to keep her mad at Mimi.

Your daddy lied to Mama Nancy to keep her mad at my mama.

And now you're lying

to keep me mad at people I don't want to be mad at.

And the fact that you don't look surprised at all right now

just tells me everything I need to know.

Amanda, if you just let me explain.

You know, when you asked me to stay for this family,

I wasn't doin' it for you.

I was doin' it for you.

I haven't loved being his wife for a long time.

But, Nancy, I have loved being your daughter.

Oh, Amanda, I--

Okay. We're back up. Places... and we're rolling.

After a tumultuous start to our competition,

we're back to see if Frannie's or Mimi's

will be the winner, winner chicken dinner!

I'm on the wrong team.

What?

Amanda?

Amanda, if you leave now,

don't bother ever coming back.

What's gotten into her?

Fine. We don't need her. Never have.

You know, we were always talking

about what your daddy would do.

Maybe we should have thought about what your mama would do.

I couldn't let y'all win this without me.

Oh. Thank God.

Oh.

You need an extra hand? If that's all right.

Of course that's all right.

Well, as long as you don't slow us down.

Out of my face.

A big upset here, guys.

Two chickens just crossed the road.

Both teams are out of the frying pan

and into the fire now.

Well, here's something no one's gonna tell you.

Franchisees see a high profit margin per quarter

than any other type of business.

There's literally no competition.

I want you to think of it like this.

You' got three profitable locations.

Okay.

- Well guess what? - What?

There's little wiggle room to buy six more.

That is how you build wealth fast.

And we plate in five...

Four...

So how does Mrs. Chicken feel

about all this disposable income?

Can you keep a secret?

It's literally what I'm known for.

Three...

Two...

There is no Mrs. Chicken.

Huh?

It's called marketing.

Good God.

And one.

Utensils down.

The town's votes are in,

but Mr. Chicken will taste both plates and issue his decision.

Team Mimi's, please present your dish.

This is our fried chicken seasoned with a dry rub.

Hm.

This week we started as two separate restaurants

competing against each other,

but we've since learned our differences aren't important.

Hm.

'Cause we're family.

So y'all can stop calling us Mimi's and Frannie's

because from now on, we are the Chicken Sisters.

That is so cute.

But I didn't ask for your life story.

Thank you.

Thank you, Chicken Sisters.

Team Fra--

Frank Jr. your turn.

Mr. Chicken... I stand here before you.

Hm.

Confident.

Unapologetic.

Conquering.

What?

All right, guys, after the break,

we will find out who the winner is.

So, Mr. Chicken, have you made your decision?

I have.

Who's it going to be?

Mimi's is the choice of the town.

It's easy to see why.

Golden, crisp, perfectly seasoned.

Juicy as hell, am I right?

But chicken isn't just about meat.

It's about guts.

And that is what I witnessed here today

with my brother, Frank Jr.

First, he was viciously attacked by a team Mimi's chef.

What?

And then abandoned by his own wife and mother.

But nevertheless he persisted.

And that is why I declare him Kitchen Clash champion.

Yay! Woo!

Woo!

Congratulations, Frank Jr. on $100,000.

Thank you, sir. Thank you.

I'm sorry, what?!

Are your taste buds broken?!

The Chicken Sisters dish was clearly the better dish.

But you're gonna give it to this guy?

Come on. Really?

Really?!

Sabrina, a moment, please.

Edit that, right?

What happened?

What the hell was that?

A miscarriage of justice.

Look, Sabs,

I've been the head of this network for a very long time.

Since my first wife, if you can believe it.

Yeah.

Now, Mr. Chicken

is the biggest advertiser we have ever had.

And we need to treat him as such.

Yeah, but you and I both know

the other team had the better food.

So what the hell do you care?

In 24 hours you're going to be on a plane

to the Cape Canaveral Chili Challenge.

Merinac is just going to be a speck in your rear-view mirror.

Now get it together.

Hearing you loud and clear.

Great. Let's go again.

Gordo.

A shocking decision from Mr. Chicken.

And now, here's one from me...

I quit.

I quit!

Oh, I am tired emotionally, physically, mentally.

And then on top of all of that,

we're not even going to judge fairly.

Come on.

Guys, listen, listen, if I...

If I'm going to spend my whole life doing something.

It has to be something that my daughter is proud of.

So I am done.

I'm done, I'm done, I am done,

I'm done, I am done!

I'm done.

And it is stupid to call this show Ultimate Kitchen Clash.

It's hard to say.

Okay. Wow. That was actually a serve.

And just as quickly

as Kitchen Clash came, they went.

Kitchen Clash, you know, that is hard to say.

And everything went back to normal.

But nothing was ever the same.

Least of all Amanda.

You here to congratulate me on my win?

If you think you deserved that win,

you are dumber than I thought.

Whoa!

You're starting to sound an awful lot like your mama.

Good!

And here's another thing

my mama would have said a long time ago.

Get out of here.

- Excuse me? - Mmhmm.

This is my house.

- Your house? - Yeah.

Why don't you tell me

where do we keep all Frankie's old art projects, huh?

Which floorboards squeaks?

When was the last time you folded a towel?

You know who... who seasonally decorates?

Who always unloads the dishwasher?

I do!

I do it.

I know you do.

We might have bought this house together,

but you and I both know I'm the one who made it a home.

You know what?

I deserve better.

So...

you should go.

Okay, just just just... hear me out.

I know that you have spent all day packing.

I'm not going back to Sparkling.

My family, they need me here, and I want to stay.

And so I am staying.

Not forever, but for right now.

And I know that your life is in New York City.

- Babe, babe... - So if you need to go--

Just... just stop!

I'm sick of you always making decisions for us.

Guess what? I didn't pack.

I didn't make arrangements.

What?

I saw an incredible bluebird feed its baby a worm today.

New York City just has pigeons that eat cigarette butts.

Listen, all I've ever wanted with you

was an adventure.

And you know what's an adventure?

Staying here and having time to know you

and where you came from.

So... are you saying that you want to stay?

Yeah.

Amanda left me.

Oh.

Kicked me out of our house.

Oh, no. Everything's gotten so complicated.

But maybe it doesn't have to be.

Your daddy left me this building when he died.

We could share the winnings with the Moores

and start fresh with everyone.

We can work together for the first time as a family.

All of us.

I won that money fair and square.

Honey, that's not how I see it.

Besides, no one wants me around anyway.

I do.

You really expect me to believe that?

Oh, you better count your lucky stars

there's not a little one of me running around.

You want to know why I got that vasectomy?

Yes, I do.

I didn't want a son.

Frankie...

I mean, she's like a little Amanda.

It was easy to love her.

But a little me?

I once knew a little boy who would share his lunch

with stray kittens.

And he could fall asleep in the crook of my neck.

That guy's still in there.

If you see that,

then why'd you leave me high and dry?

Because you need to grow up.

And I can't grow you up for you.

Well, does it hurt?

Only when I move it.

And when I don't.

But how are you?

I don't know. My head is spinnin'.

Mama's sick.

Frankie might be gone next year,

and my marriage is ending.

It's a lot to handle.

Well, you're not handling it alone.

Hey. What was that look?

No, maybe I should be?

Alone?

Amanda, are you saying--

Why would you want that?

I've never been alone a day in my life.

And I don't know maybe...

maybe I should just take a beat

and it's not the right time--

Listen... we don't get to choose

when we meet someone who can--

I'm sorry. I'm...

This is not what I expected and...

I thought we had something, a spark.

It's... I've been married since I was 18 years old.

And I went into it wide-eyed and big-hearted

and it turned out... it takes more

to share a life with someone than just a spark.

You don't think we have what it takes?

I'm not saying that and I'm not saying never.

I just... um...

I just don't want to make the same mistake twice.

Oh.

Okay.

You're leaving?

You said you don't want to make the same mistake again.

Well, neither can I.

We're gonna head out.

So I gotta ask,

do you regret sending that email?

Even though her entire life

had been turned inside out and upside down,

she had to admit.

Not one bit.

What about you? You regret coming here?

No, I don't actually.

It was good to see you again, Mae.

It's good to see you, too.

Sure you don't want to ride with production, Sabrina?

No.

I gotta find my own way home.

So Sabrina headed out to leave Merinac for good.

Hey, I got that.

Oh.

Thanks, Grustor.

Oh, no. That's, uh, that's for you.

Some GORP, cold water,

some wet wipes just for your travels.

That's handy, thank you.

Oh, and, uh, give me your phone.

Oh.

I am going to put my number in here.

Your number?

Listen, I just blew up my life,

and I'm sort of picking up the broken pieces

of myself right now, so...

Well...

I'm good at fixing things.

Or maybe she wasn't leaving

for good after all.

Maybe if I roll the r.

Grustor. Grrrr...

Hi, honey.

Hi. Ready to leave?

Yeah. You?

Yeah. Of course.

And in this moment,

Linzey learned that sometimes friendship

is more than friendship.

And it takes two for a heart to break.

Are you sure you have to sell this place?

Yeah. Mama once the show airs,

I mean, business is sure to pick up, right?

Yeah. And until then, what?

Mae, you got money? Come on.

Oh, I'm unemployed now, and so is my partner.

And I would have to check, but I'm pretty sure

that the resale value on my Chloe sunglasses

is not going to help us.

It's cute in here, Gus.

I always thought it'd be spider webs and old rat tails,

but it's nice.

Oh, is that what passes as a compliment from you, Nancy?

I'm just saying, it's a shame.

It was a shame.

Gus hated to think of Mimi's legacy ending with her,

but it couldn't be helped.

Knock knock, ding dong.

Y'all need some help.

Thank you.

Oh no, not that. I meant with money, cash.

What? Do you know about some buried treasure somewhere?

I want to invest in the Chicken Sisters.

Think of me as an angel investor.

A shark, if you will.

A shark with a halo or an angel with a fin.

Pick your pleasure.

That's really sweet of you, Shawna.

But honestly, the amount of money that we would need

is like... that much! What is that?

That is my financials.

And that's just my business checking account.

I also have a savings account.

I'm rich, y'all.

Yeah, I work 15 jobs,

and I chose Merinac for the low cost of living.

Now Shawna I'm not your mother,

but do you think it's prudent

to use up all your savings on us?

Stop talking.

Shouldn't you, I don't know, invest.

What?

I am investing.

It's not every day you get

on the ground floor of a franchise.

And I spoke with the mayor,

and he's going to open up the rules

against franchises on Main Street.

Wait... the mayor?

Yeah. He and I play pickleball together,

and he owes me one because he can't dink for squat.

So from where I'm standing, I see two locations,

which means twice the profits.

So what do you say, sisters?

I'll get us some food.

Oh, I never thought

I'd actually see the inside of this place.

Oh, we're gonna need to make an inventory of everything,

draw up contracts.

Is this mergers and acquisition speak?

Aww... I love you.

Even if your eyes glaze over every time I mention what I do.

What you did.

I'd be doing it just this once as a favor to my family.

Now, Gus, I have an offer for you.

Oh, Nancy, I don't--

Let me get it out first, please.

I want you to come stay with me.

Nancy, I have a place to stay.

The hotel? Be serious.

You need a home-cooked meal and someone you can come home

and talk about your day with.

Well, I never... I never had that before.

All the more reason.

Well, um... I'll think about it.

Good.

Who's hungry?

- Oh, yummy. - Oh, my, my, my, my...

Here, let me help you with that.

You're not supposed to be carrying stuff with your hand.

Why Pastor McGregor.

- Are you ready? - Yes.

Hey. You have her home by 10:00.

It's just Bingo.

Thank you.

Who's that?

Farmer Jarvis.

Turns out stories that happened

100 years ago affect us.

But that doesn't mean

we can't turn the page on them.

And y'all, that's the story of how Merinac

put their century long fried chicken feud to rest

and started a new one.

You didn't think those sisters

got off that easy, did ya?