All language subtitles for the_wonder_years_2021_s2e05

It's impossible to think about growing
up in the black church without thinking

about the pastors that led them.

And even though women weren't allowed in
the pulpit back then,

you better believe they still made their
voices heard

through the choir.

Give it up for Sister Shirley Weems,
everybody.

That was Grandma Shirley, Daddy's mom.

Now, we're all familiar with the stories
of mothers -in -law who hate their

daughters -in -law. But in our family,
it was the exact opposite.

Grandma Shirley loved Mama a lot. Moving
forward. And she made sure everybody

knew it. I'd like to invite anyone who
wants to come and share their testimony

on this morning. Is there one?

But once the singing was done, I was
ready to go.

Who has time to hear how good God has
been to everybody?

All I could do was sit there and pray,
please, dear God, please do something to

make this stop.

Always with the floods.

This isn't funny.

Stannis just passed out.

Uh -oh. I mean, I didn't pray for that
to happen.

Nah, she gonna be all right.

She did.

The doctors did everything they could,
but I guess it was just her time.

I was certainly feeling guilty for
praying that God would do something to

service, but I just meant a hurricane or
an earthquake. Nothing deadly.

I thought the woman had been dead for
years.

I don't know what I'm gonna do to
replace her.

She was my best alto.

Can't we talk about something else?

Like what the preacher said in his
sermon.

About that guy.

You mean Jesus?

Mama, you have any singers in mind?

Not yet, but I better get somebody
sooner than later.

Lillian, you want to join my choir?

Well, Mother Williams, if it's what you
need, then I'm here to help.

This is great.

Who would have thought that my beautiful
daughter -in -law would be in my choir?

Well, you know, Mama, I'm a bit of a
singer myself.

Well, my tenor section is full, baby.
Actually, I'm more of a baritone.

You're so handsome.

Everyone's attention for a moment. I
want to introduce you to our newest

my daughter -in -law, Lillian, who has
taken time out of her busy schedule to

help all of us out in our time of need.

With that said, I'd be remiss if I
didn't mention the tragedy that happened

on Sunday. And that tragedy was how
terrible you sounded.

It's a wonder more people than dropped
dead from that embarrassing performance.

Damn, Grandma, tell us how you really
feel.

Sister Patterson, you're five minutes
late.

I'm so sorry, Sister Williams, but I had
trouble getting my walker off the

church steps, you know? You've had that
walker for eight years. I think you

would have figured it out by now.

Don't help her!

Sister Williams, I'd be happy to take
over the head alto duties since we no

longer have Sister Henderson. Sister
Joyce, that won't be necessary.

I've already decided who's going to be
our new head alto.

And it's Lillian.

Wait, are you sure?

Lillian, move down to the head alto
seat.

Jesus is on the main line.

Tell him what you want. Jesus is, Jesus
is on the main, main...

You've been at it for over an hour.

Maybe let Jesus off the main line. Maybe
it's time for you to get off the phone.

I'll call you back.

Take it easy on your mother.

She's working hard.

And I think you sound free.

I just don't want to mess up on my first
Sunday.

And I definitely don't want people to
think I didn't earn my spot.

I'd hate it if folks thought that Mother
Williams was favoring me.

My mother favors you over everyone.

Rather than Jesus, maybe.

Your mother can be very demanding of the
choir.

She can be quite a stickler.

She just knows how to get things done.

That's why the choir is so good.

And why they're so terrified.

Your grandmother is a monster. She made
several choir members cry, and I think

she was glad about it. What? Grandma?

I've never seen her be mean to anyone.

Child, exactly.

But she's from a different generation,
so I guess that's just how they were

raised.

I am lucky. You and Daddy aren't like
that.

For instance, there is no way someone
from Grandma's generation would let me

to a party on a school night.

Well, you're not going to that party.

I'm glad Grandma's mean to you.

Oh, baby can't sleep because they put me
to sleep.

Why

are

you making so much noise? People are
trying to sleep. Jim, I have to confess

something. On Sunday, I was so put in
church that I prayed and asked God to do

something in church early.

And the next thing I knew, Sister
Henderson died. But I didn't want that.

now I think she's haunting me. Well, if
she's haunting you, that means she wants

something from you.

And if you don't figure it out, she'll
be haunting you forever.

dug Sister Henderson up, and she would
have sounded better than whatever y 'all

were trying to do.

Well, I would just like to say, Mother
Williams, that I believe the

enjoyed the choir today.

In fact, a few people got the Holy
Spirit.

Well, I guess the Holy Spirit must have
lower standards than I do.

Well, thanks for bringing me home. I'll
see you next time.

So, how was church?

It was fine.

She's a different person in front of the
choir, isn't she?

Wait, you knew?

Yes. You see, your mother -in -law has
something that I call a takeover spirit.

When she joined the choir 20 years ago,
she was just supposed to play the piano.

But two weeks in, she'd run the choir
director off and took over.

Maybe a little feedback will help.

I know all about organizational
communication from work.

Maybe I could help her.

Best to leave it alone.

Clisby? Yeah?

Come on in here now. I'm about to run
your back.

I've already took my path, but I'm not
going to tell her so she can have her

way.

Things like these are scary in this
marriage.

What Edgar Allan Poe is illuminating
here is the overwhelming guilt the

feels. as well as the crushing weight of
knowing he's committed the most

unspeakable of acts.

Why is she only looking at me?

Dean. Dean!

Dean!

Why'd you do it? Tell me!

Why did you do it?

You want to see a dead old lady standing
at the front of class? You mean other

than the teacher?

Dean, you need to let this go, man. It's
all in your head.

I know, but you don't think God killed
Sister Henderson because of me. I'm

pretty sure God doesn't work that way.
Yes, he does. God kills people all the

time. Just read the Bible.

I really don't want to go to hell for
this.

I don't see any way you won't.

Dean, there's only one way to make up
for what you did.

Seek guidance from a higher power.

Okay. Sister Henderson, are you here?

Mr. Henderson, are you mad at Dean?

Well, what can Dean do to make amends
with you?

D.

I.

E.

Come on, Satan, please add a T, add a T.

Kim, you're pushing the printer. No,
it's not me, I swear.

D.

When all you got to do is talk to me.

If Jesus hadn't already died with your
sins, that last number would have killed

him.

I'll see you all at the next rehearsal
on... Mother Williams, can I interrupt

for a quick second?

I took the liberty of passing around a
suggestion box.

I found it to be an effective
communication tool in the workplace.

Huh. Why don't you read some right now?

Let's see.

Oh, okay. How about this one?

Each choir member should be responsible
for taking their own robe home and

cleaning it. That sounds like a great
idea. Well, Sister Joy.

Mother Williams, the suggestions are
anonymous. I take the robes home with me

because I wash them using an unscented
detergent. That way, they don't end up

smelling like the inside of a
prostitute's purse.

It would be nice if the choir could
learn some new songs. Was that you,

Edna? Or you, Sister Wilma?

You, Lillian?

At least Judith would have kissed me
first.

Mother Williams, I admit no disrespect.

I just felt like our repertoires were
getting a little familiar. You know,

Lillian, with your experience in the
workplace, you seem to have a grasp on

the choir needs.

So my suggestion is for you to take over
as choir director.

Mother Williams, no one wants that. We
were just merely suggesting that... Do

it, Lillian.

I'm more than happy to resign and just
play the piano. But Mother Williams...

It's okay, Lily.

This is what the people want. Nobody
blames you.

You fried my life.

I didn't fire anyone.

Mother Williams chose to step down.

Well, the worst part is that she's not
running the choir, she's running me.

A woman has to run something. Nice on a
sound like Lil.

Mama's nothing like that. Come on, Bill.

Lil's right.

Your mother's a monster. I didn't say
that.

And I don't think that.

You remember the time she took your
class to the museum all by herself?

Well, that was because she had told all
the parents that they weren't qualified

to chaperone the children.

Their own children.

I don't remember like that. And that
time she did all the baking for the

school's bake sale, she had told all the
mothers that their food wasn't fit for

flies or goats.

Maybe she meant flies and goats in a
good way.

Look, there are a lot of disgruntled
choir members who wanted to have their

voices heard, so I owe it to them to try
to make this work.

Well, you better hope it works.

Otherwise, I'll be spending a lot more
time over here than at home.

And nobody wants that.

Oh, that's right.

I'm the nice one.

Unfortunately, it seemed everybody was
on CP time.

Choir people time.

What did you think I meant? Where is
everybody?

Rehearsal's at 7 o 'clock, and it's
already 7 .15.

Did you call them to remind them to be
on time? They have to be reminded to

to rehearsal? I thought rehearsal was
the same time for the last 20 years.

If it was that simple, they would have
been here already.

Oh, good to see everybody.

Next time, let's try to be on time.
Please.

It's the director's responsibility to
call and remind us about rehearsal.

All right, then, everybody, let's make a
phone tree.

Each one of you will be responsible for
calling someone else to remind them

about rehearsal. I did it with my staff.

It's a great way for everybody to keep
accountability with one another.

Well, um, let's go ahead and get started
with who we have here.

Has everyone familiarized themselves
with the new song?

Nobody? I couldn't find my reading
glasses.

Well, since rehearsal is starting a
little late, we'll push through to 8

All right? It'll give us time to
familiarize ourselves with the new

Uh, Sister Patterson?

I was just saying we'll end rehearsal at
8 .30. I heard you.

And by the time I get to my car, it'll
be 8 .30.

One thing I knew for sure is I didn't
want Sister Henderson haunting me

I figured maybe she'd stop visiting me
at my place of rest if I visited hers.

Brought these as a peace offering.

I couldn't afford roses, so hope you
like carnations.

I hope they make up for everything, and
I'm sorry.

Sorry for what?

Agnes? Hi, I'm Donna.

Agnes was my grandmother.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm Dean.

I... Don't say you killed her
grandmother. Don't say you killed her

Don't say you killed her grandmother. I
didn't kill her.

Of course not.

She was sick.

Doctor told us she only had a few months
left.

And that was three years ago.

So we're just happy for the extra time.

Oh, great. Thank God. The doctors killed
her. Perfect.

Grandma always kept a butterscotch in
her purse.

Would you like one?

Uh, sure, yeah.

Dean? Dean, baby, you okay?

I'm fine.

Okay.

Well played, Sister Henderson.

Well played.

It's time for the choir to start
marching in.

How can they march in when half of them
aren't here?

And half the ones who are forgot to
bring back their choir robes.

Sister Patterson, where's Sister Tammy?
Did you call her? No, I did not.

I do not speak to that woman ever since
she called herself dirt with my late

husband in the supermarket in 62.

Lord have mercy, you were number four on
the phone tree, which means nobody else

got their calls. You're the choir
director.

It is your job to know that I do not
speak to that woman.

Can we have five more minutes, please?

In all the years that I've played piano,
Sunday services were never late.

I don't know what to do.

How would you fix it at that job of
yours?

That was absolutely divine.

I think the Lord has humbled me.

Well, you know I couldn't have done it
without you, Mother Williams.

Now we see what your plan was all along.

My plan?

Your plan to steal all the glory, while
the rest of us sit back here like you're

Donna Ross and we're just the Supremes.

Half of you didn't show up, and the rest
of you didn't know the song.

You know, it's called a choir, not... A
Lillian.

All right.

You know what?

You're right.

You're right.

Mother Williams, would you be willing to
return and get the choir back on track?

Because clearly, I'm in over my head and
humbled.

I suppose I could do that.

And maybe I can open my ears to more of
your thoughts.

Well, thank you for being a team player,
unlike Lillian.

I tried to warn you.

You did.

And you're right.

I'm sorry if I overstepped.

I guess I have a little bit of the
takeover spirit, too.

Girl, you've been talking to Clisby.

I think it's just better if I go back to
being your favorite daughter -in -law

and not a member of your choir.

After Mama and Grandma got back to
normal, Grandma even added a new song.

And Mama eventually found a place where
her takeover spirit was a perfect fit.

Do something to make this stop.