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I don't know if y 'all heard what happened previously on the Chicken

I want a nickname.

Don't talk about AZ.

I'm gonna have to give it to you.

Nothing's going on between me and Sergio anymore.

I'm your daddy.

It's day -old chicken my mama brought over.

You're serious about fixing that train arm? Seriously, it's a heart attack.

I want to be youthful. I want to make a difference.

I'm so sorry.

I've really missed you. I have the bachelorette plan down to the smallest

detail. I am, as you know, a chill bride. That is exactly what chill brides

I know.

Nothing says love like a heaping spoonful of homemade strawberry

knew that since she was knee -high to a bullfrog.

She knew the secret wasn't just finding the perfect berries.

Wow, look at that one. Good job.

You gotta slice them just right.

Timber them low and slow and add lots of patience and even more sugar.

Why don't you go outside and play for a little bit?

This kind of commitment wasn't for the faint of heart. With each year that

passed, May kept her eyes on the prize and worked hard at perfecting her

And eventually, if you do it right, when you open that fresh jar and enjoy the

fruits of your labor, you'll see it was all worth it.

Come on now, May.

Amanda already opened up the preserve.

Let me just finish this one thing.

You know May's going to be scrubbing pots in the sweet hereafter.

See to it you don't get distracted.

Leave it on the back burner and it's bound to boil over and you'll end up

Oh no.

Everything okay?

Don't worry, I have it under control.

If I wanted to be a bodybuilder, I'd start drinking raw eggs.

You

came

to bed late.

You didn't move on to episode four without me, did you?

I don't dream cheat, babe.

I was finishing my vows.

Your face did the thing.

I might be a little behind on my vows.

Not overly behind, just a normal, acceptable amount of behind.

Okay. I've written a couple of drafts, but... Uh -huh.

And I know yours are going to be perfect.

I just want mine to be, too.

It's a lot of pressure to put all the way you feel about a human being into a

couple of paragraphs. Steve, whatever you say is going to be amazing.

I just do need you to write them or they're never going to find your body.

Are you going to make it to work on time?

No. You know, I've never been late a day in my life.

Not even when my water broke.

Is this because Clayton came to visit last night? Because I'll give him a

talking to.

No, it was the dang train arm.

I mean, usually I can lift it up, but I don't know. Today I just didn't have it

in me.

Are you feeling tired?

It was the train arm.

Don't you worry about me. Just worry about getting that milk in the fridge,

Nancy hated the idea of Gus being in that kind of pickle. She was determined

never happened again.

Hey.

Did you get home okay?

I did.

How about you?

Yeah.

I was thinking about you when I got home.

You were?

Yeah, I was thinking about a good nickname for you.

Oh, okay.

And I think I got one.

Okay. What is it? I think we should call you... Biscuit.

Because you're so good with jams.

I think I'm better with sauces.

No jams, like problems.

Okay, yeah. When something comes up, you just, you always handle it with ease

and confidence.

Biscuit.

I like that.

Me too.

Biscochito.

Biscochito. There you go.

Well, give me a shout if you need something.

Biscochito.

I especially like it when you say it.

You're redder than a sunburnt tomato.

What?

Oh, yeah. It's hot in the kitchen.

Oh, Amanda.

I was hoping that you could sign my petition to fix the train arm. Of

Yeah.

Line number two. If anyone can get that stupid thing fixed, it's Mama Nancy.

I think I can.

Only 298 to go.

Oh,

that is a beautiful Beaujolais.

You sure this is enough wine for your bachelorette party? Yes. Oh, this is a

sophisticated affair.

Okay, if you run out, I've got plenty here. That's so true of you, but not

necessary. Do you want to send me an invoice, or I can just give you my

card? I already paid for it.

Patrick! No!

Oh, no.

You and Kenneth have done so much already.

Oh, no. I didn't pay for these.

Morning, May.

He did.

Oh, no, no.

That's too much. I can't. You know, I'm hearing a lot of talking and not enough

partying.

Oh, thank you.

This was the kind of parental support May had never had before.

She wondered if having a dad always felt like the wind was at your back.

Why don't you let me load these up for you?

I saw Cote d 'Aron in there. You know, I've been to that venue.

You have?

That's tall.

Miss Nancy, y 'all are churning out some of the crispiest chicken I've ever had.

Sergio's been calibrating the fryers. You crunched so loud, I could wake the

dead. I'm so glad y 'all like it.

We deserve nice things, don't you think?

Not like that railroad arm.

I can't remember a day that worked right.

Why don't we do something about it?

I have here this petition, and I thought maybe you could sign it.

Miss Nancy, the only thing that I sign are checks.

But it's just a little old petition. I like to do my own research before

committing my signature to anything.

How about you, Magnolia?

Would you sign it? I like to see big Tims.

Research. It could be part of the railroad company's process.

And maybe we shouldn't mess with it.

Well, okay, Dan.

Nancy was raised to believe you catch more flies with honey.

But sounds like her request wasn't sticky enough.

Chicken is in my blood, in my soul. So I need the chicken we serve here at Mr.

Chicken's Cluckery.

To be legendary.

I'm being paid for coming in early, right?

Yes.

All right.

It's succulent.

Crispy. Oh, yeah.

Spice mix. It's complex, but it's not pretentious.

It really takes you on a journey.

Now, this is a bold thought, but you're a bold man.

How about we replace the Mr. Chicken's cluckery chicken recipe with this one?

The goal of the franchise is not to make good food, Frank Jr.

It's sameness. What?

Sameness. Same, same, same.

Sameness makes money.

Did I ever tell you my origin story?

Yes. See, when I was a little boy, I used to love money.

And that's actually what got me in to the franchise business.

But couldn't good chicken also make money? No.

Good chicken costs money. Too much money.

Might as well put gold bars in every order.

Mmm.

Now that's the face of a man determined to change his destiny.

It's also the face of a man who inhaled too much flour.

You betcha.

I hear he has a metal credit card. He can't even shred. Who?

Maysdale.

Kurt, you hear that?

Pearl was eavesdropping on him at the inn, and she told Dot, and Dot took her

cat in to get allergy shots, so she told Mary Pat, and then Mary Pat told me.

You have his driver's license number, too? He's an organ downer.

When are you going to meet him?

Tomorrow. I will tell you all about it.

You're a queen and a saint.

Ah, welcome to Chicken Sisters.

Hey, it's just me. Karen, we're okay? Perfect.

Are you just passing through town?

No, actually, I came to try your chicken.

I saw you guys on Kitchen Clash. Yes, like the many before you.

No rush on that.

Too bad you didn't like it.

The chicken was great, but those hash puppies were otherworldly. Oh, I know.

Buttery and crispy.

I don't know if Sergio does it. I would love to pay my compliments to the chef.

Oh. Um, well, you can try.

He pretends he hates compliments, but secretly he eats them up. Yeah, I know

type.

Yeah, come on back.

Nikita.

I thought you'd be happier to see me.

Wait, y 'all two know each other?

Oh, yeah, yeah. We go way back.

Right, Sergio?

He was the prep cook at Alinea in Chicago.

I was a junior bartender.

We had a fun time, didn't we?

Yeah.

Well, that's nice, having an old friend come all this way for a visit.

She's not my friend.

She's my ex -wife.

Huh.

This is where you ran away to after our divorce.

What do you want?

You weren't answering my calls.

I put you in my phone as do not answer.

I'm hearing as I'm still in your phone.

It's like the Haley's Comet of gossip.

It only comes once or twice in a lifetime. I can't believe he was married

her. She's gorgeous.

But like...

So gorgeous that it's gone full circle and now she's ugly.

I appreciate the effort, Charlotte, but it doesn't matter.

He can divorce anyone he wants to. He can do whatever he wants.

We're friends.

He's fine. I'm fine. She's fine. You say so.

Oh, Miss Nancy, what's wrong?

I told you, don't Google your symptoms if you don't feel good. The Internet's a

scary place.

I learned my lesson with that intermittent rash.

It's not that.

No one will sign my petition.

Who's not?

Thank you, but at this rate, I'll still be getting signatures after I'm dead and

buried.

I don't understand.

I asked everyone so nicely.

Well, there's your problem. What do you mean? You're asking them, and you should

tell them.

I don't know if I can do that.

Now, don't go selling yourself short, Mama Nancy.

You've got grit under that lace.

Thank you.

You've got two minutes.

I bought the abandoned pharmacy.

In Lincoln Park?

We always dreamt about converting. I'm opening a concept restaurant there.

Congratulations. I want you to be my head chef.

Full menu control.

I have financing, permits, the staff.

I have everything I've ever wanted.

Everything but you.

I know I didn't handle things well.

Please. Please just hear me out.

Fine, okay.

We can talk later.

Your hash puppies were outstanding.

You already knew that.

Bye.

Hey,

Gus. Hi.

If you're hungry, you're three hours too late.

So you're not happy to see me?

I didn't say that.

Don't sit there. That chair is hanging on by a wing and a prayer.

Take this safe.

So, is this a personal visit or you get roped into Amway?

Actually, I was hoping you'd help me with my wedding vows.

With your wedding vows?

Oh, I am the last person you should be asking. The only thing I haven't

men was trouble.

Well, it's, um, it's about May.

I know who she is now, but I want to know who she used to be.

Don't ask him.

Help.

Excuse me, everybody.

Hey!

Listen up.

Thank you.

I know you all are just like me, sick and tired of that dang train arm causing

problems.

Patrick, you were just telling me the other day that you had to lift it up so

bunch of cars could go under it. Mm -hmm. And Dot, you told me that you'd

go the long way than sell your clothes by lifting up that dirty old thing.

Yeah, I did.

Now, you all can just sit there thinking it is what it is, or you could do

something about it. Do something about it?

Can't hear you louder.

Do something about it. Do something about it. That's right. That's more like

Now, I have this here petition, and maybe you could pass it around. Thank

much, Patrick.

Now, sign it pretty.

It won't bite.

Okay, Mama Nancy.

Being in charge sure looks good on her, doesn't it?

Okay. I'm here.

Put me to work.

Oh, that is okay.

It's all taken care of.

Mae, I'm your maid of honor. You have to let me do something.

Oh, yeah, sorry about that.

Sabrina, can you get that? On it!

Like that. I could have gotten the door.

Hi!

Whoa!

That is not a natural state for lunch meat. Oh, not yet, not yet.

No problem.

I could use some ketchup.

There's dovetailing in all the drawers. Great. Glad. Can you see my spray pan?

Welcome to my sophisticate.

Come again? My sophisticate. She combined the words sophisticated and

bachelorette.

Oh, yeah, it's a choice.

Okay, let's go to the dining room.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Like jazz music and wine.

What is this, my mama's book club?

Bottles? That's a Monopoly man move. I did not put on sequins for rabbit food.

Oh, if you're not going to eat yours, I got a couple of feral rabbits at home I

can put on some LB. This is very nice.

This is a classy party.

I think you're in red seat.

I'm sitting.

What is this, a bus to Fayetteville? Okay, can you all try to act like your

house is broken?

This is a sophistication.

Is this brain?

Look how shiny these books are.

Okay, everyone.

Tonight, will you all please join me on a culinary tour of my relationship, a

budding romance told through the taste buds.

From the escargot of our first dinner date to the cacio e pepe of our

engagement, I'm going to tell you the story of our love through a seven

meal with the appropriate wine pairing.

You want to know about May's childhood?

Well, this is what's left of it after the fire.

Time cards?

May was never late. Not once.

Thanks, Gus, but I was hoping for something a bit more sentimental.

These are sentimental to me.

Look, Christmas Day.

May was 12 years old.

She forced me to stay open for all the people in the town who didn't have any

place to go.

We had a full house.

She doesn't show it, but that girl has a heart the size of Texas.

We hung up the Christmas lights, and Ivan made some eggnog, and then Amanda

everybody up dancing to Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree.

It was my favorite Christmas.

What about this one?

Oh, I remember this day.

Oh, yeah, I do.

And then, and this is the funny part. Mind you, remember, this is our one

anniversary. We finally get there to Delmonico's, and the maitre d' turns to

James and says that he's actually made the reservation for the following night.

Shauna, that wine has too many cherry undertones for this course. Your mama's

got too many cherry undertones.

That clap back doesn't quite work when you like the person's mama. I'll finish

that off.

I like my wine in boxes.

It's easier to stack.

Mate, it's okay.

It's just wine.

No, I once broke up with a guy because he ordered Chardonnay. You're yelling.

should be on the Pouille Fumé for this course.

Does anyone have the right wine?

No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

We can't veer off course.

We have to stay on track.

I'm just going to get everyone fresh glass.

May did what she always did when things went pear -shaped.

She jammed her wheel into it, squeezing out all the fun.

Okay, I'll say it. The food is weird and the vibes are off. Is May okay?

Okay, well, you know how most people can relax and be carefree and have fun.

May's the opposite of that.

We just need to be supportive of her vision.

But you guys, isn't everything you're just so pretty? Pretty born.

I don't know what you're talking about. This is fun.

I mean, what other party has a cake this flat?

That's a cake?

I thought that was one brownie. You know, you're her maid of honor. How

you let this happen to us?

When May gets in her party planning mode, she turns into Terminator.

Hasta la vista, baby.

Of course she planned her own party. Legally speaking, I don't think you can

call this a party. If you close your eyes, you can almost pretend you're in

south of France.

Hmm.

Hints of great.

Also, why didn't she ask me for my bag?

I'm like the most famous host in all of Maranac. You know, the drop is always

hot. Well, my isn't really a chocolate wine kind of girl. Her idea of fun is

color coding to -do lists and organizing her shirts by sleeve length. Well,

that's her problem. Why has it got to be ours?

Go home. No, Mae, we were just joking around.

Don't be like that. Like what?

I'm doing you a favor. You don't have to pretend like you're having fun anymore.

Let's figure something out. I already figured something out, and you ruined

So go.

This party is just classier than we were expecting.

It's like how Shauna thinks a fancy shoe is a sparkly flip -flop. True story.

We just needed to warm up to it.

Go home.

The bachelorette party is over.

Me too.

But I'm staying here.

You know what? I feel like going for a very, very long walk right now.

Not so young.

Picklebacks at Fancy's?

I should have just planned it and not told her. Well, that's easier said than

done. I have an older sister who still bosses me around.

That's how I ended up with Bang.

It's not your fault.

This is a huge knot, and we can't let it end with May microfiber in her

glassware. Look, May's my big sister, and that comes with its own weird set of

rules.

But she's always taking care of me, and I need to shake things up.

Then, baby, let's shake them.

We need provisions.

And walking shoes. Oh, ooh.

Yes.

He's not any more about my offer.

And believe you me, that fella never tried to pull one over on May again.

She does not suffer fools.

Once in New York, she yelled at a guy who did not offer a seat to a woman in

newborn. The entire train car clapped when she was done with him.

That's my girl.

Well, go on.

Give me another.

This one.

This was May's prom night.

She missed it on account I was down with the flu.

And I told her it was fine and that we could just close until I was better, but

she knew that we were short that month.

She told me that prom was for people who like to waste money on sequins and

you have those bad hairdos and... I knew she was...

Looking forward to it, though.

You saved up for a full year for that dress.

When traipsing down memory lane, if you turn left past yonder, you're bound to

run into a bittersweet bump in the road.

She's the hardest corker I've ever known.

Yeah, for better or for worse.

This is the last time May clocked out before she left for New York.

I think I'm going to call it a night.

Okay.

Thanks, Carson.

Oh, I picked it. Good.

Yes, you did.

Maymore, you listen up. You are officially relieved of your bachelorette

duties on account of you being terrible at fun.

No, the moment has passed.

Don't you dare interrupt.

Prepare yourself for an evening filled with surprises, murder,

stupilation, and celebration.

Celebration!

No, thank you. Don't drink things out of bags or boxes, and just suppose you do

now. The more you try to fight it, the more annoying I will be. You know she

it in her. I'm glad she does.

Sume, our queen for the night.

Oh,

the extreme darkness is shocking.

Okay, you're charied away.

And by charied, I mean you're up to beat. Because we're walking.

We're walking. White pants.

White pants.

An extra two cents a serving. That's all it costs to make good chicken.

That seems... attainable.

Mr. Chicken's Cluckery. Your home for sauces and delicious fried chicken.

Well, you might be a genius, Frank Jr.

How could a man who couldn't even pass his ACT come up with a finger -licking

recipe like this?

It's an old family recipe.

One he's been making his whole life.

Oh, it also happens to be the same recipe they're making over at the

Sisters.

That dirty dog.

Wait, why are you all wearing safety vests? Are we filling possums?

We couldn't get real bachelorette sashes on such short notice. But they are chic

in a kind of campy way.

Yeah, they're from my neighborhood crime watch. You know, we're still looking

for members.

I already told you I cannot commit to night shifts. I need nine hours of

One for you.

One for you, your team.

Two for y 'all. I know you spill things, Deidre.

Wait, did you drive here?

I was just full. Something I whipped up.

Okay. Here are some things we know and love about May Moore.

She rocks the neutral like no one else can. Oh, yeah. Well, that's true. When

she goes to a dinner party with four forks, she knows exactly what to do.

She's got biceps that could cut glass.

And, most importantly, she goes crazy for a to -do list.

So, I present to you May Moore's Bachelorette Scavenger Hunt bingo!

This is absolute manipulation.

First team to complete the card wins.

You're on my team.

And... Go!

Oh, go!

I don't lose.

Stand under a street sign containing the letter J. Do a cartwheel where you had

your first kiss.

Pose as a man in uniform. You know I'm not 12, right? For this, it's just

futile, Mae.

Mae, my Macallan's over there. We need to get a picture with his hat.

Unless you want everyone else to beat us to it.

Okay, okay.

Got the hot sauce packet, which is good because I just used the last one in my

purse. How does Sabrina seem to be in?

We are losing.

How is this fun? It's like you refuse to lighten up.

What are you so afraid of, May?

I don't know.

Okay, well, while you figure that out, hot sauce in your mouth. And tell me a

secret.

Boom.

Okay, I got it. I got it. I got it.

Do you remember that purple sweater that you used to love? The one with the

unicorn riding the dolphin?

Cornetta! You didn't lose that. I threw that away.

Why?

Because you loved it so much that you didn't know that there were stains in it

and there were holes in the sleeves.

And everyone was making fun of you and calling you raggedy, so I threw it out.

I'm so sorry.

You were looking after me.

You always looked after me.

My mouth is on fire!

Be careful,

Custer.

Good job.

300 signatures and then some.

Look at this.

I am so proud of you.

I'm going to give it to the mayor in the morning.

Feels so good to cast a line and catch a fish for once.

I bet.

I just wish we could be here to feed the fruits of your labor.

You could hire any chef in Chicago.

Not like you.

You put together seasonal menus that no one else can.

You are constantly pushing yourself.

And we both know that no one can handle the chaos of a kitchen like you can. No

one.

What about Hugo?

I've moved on from him.

Professionally and personally.

Isn't that what you wanted?

For me to move on from him?

Yes.

I wanted you.

And all of this as long as I can remember.

boxes until we get bingo. Oh, let's see, let's see. How many left?

Oh, do a cartwheel where you had your first kiss.

Not hitting that bench. No. That bench.

Bobby Crawford.

Do you remember him? He used to run like a feral goose.

Backed house with you at the bar, me in the kitchen, working late, walking home

together. It's all I ever wanted. I knew you would say yes.

Okay, but I have an embarrassing confession.

Oh, you grew up thinking prima donna meant everything that happened before

Madonna? No. You thought Alaska was connected to Hawaii because the math

put them in boxes next to each other?

No. You thought the actor Kevin Kline created the brand Calvin Klein? No, I've

never done a cartwheel.

Oh, that's embarrassing.

I'm not saying yes.

I'm saying no.

That dream was all I ever wanted.

Until I came here.

What could possibly be here that's not in Chicago?

All right, Miss Perfection, show us what you got.

Isn't Amanda?

There is no way you guys have what we had.

If Amanda had any lingering questions as to why Nikita was there, they just got

answered.

Did you say yes? I sure did.

No to that, too.

They've traveled home.

What's wrong?

Your cord is all crashing because you had too much fun.

Yeah.

Read it and sweep, ladies.

Respectfully, of course.

Never put us together again. Our combined skills are dangerous.

Oh, no. May, take our win.

Nope. Yes!

No, no, you deserve it. I don't care about winning.

Because I had fun.

You did?

Oh, my gosh. I'm so sorry. I almost bored you all with wine pairings. I'll

barely recover.

That was the bachelorette. I never could have planned for myself.

Now. Who is ready for eye masks and nighttime vitamins?

Yes, it's two hours past my bedtime, and by bedtime, I mean my scrolling time.

Yeah, I better get my donkey. It's tired if I don't tuck her in.

Okay.

Hey, now I don't have to do arms day.

You can never skip arm day.

Go on.

Get out of here.

You got it, boss.

Hey, watching you with Mr. Chicken earlier?

I've never seen someone with so much passion, and I watch soap operas.

You think I have a passion?

Oozing out your pores.

Night, Frank Jr.

Hey, Jethro, from now on, how's about you call me just Frank?

You got it, Frank.

And with that, Frank Jr., excuse me, Frank tossed his lineage square into the

metaphorical garbage.

Do you know how you asked me what I'm afraid of earlier?

Yeah.

It's not like a big deal, but I do have a constant medium -grade terror all the

time. Even as a child, May had felt the overwhelming weight of the world bearing

down on her.

All things that could cave in on her and the people she loved at any moment.

You don't have to live like that anymore.

You're safe.

You don't have to change it.

Lie, and you know it.

Thanks for making me run around town like a fool.

You gave up a lot to take care of me.

when we were kids.

You protected me from all the terrible things.

I must have been hard on you.

It was.

Well, I'm glad I got to give you a night you never had when we were little.

Maybe we could do more of that.

Yeah.

You know why I never cared about having a relationship with my dad?

Because I always had two parents.

I had Mama and you.

But you gotta let me take care of you sometimes.

Because that's what sisters do.

We take care of each other.

And it's not so lopsided.

Could you stay until I fall asleep, Booger?

It's your thing, little mama.

When I reach out for you Like

a child

You're getting your muddy boots all over my clean floor.

What do you want?

I wanted to see you.

Yeah. Mission accomplished.

You know, I've been going down memory lane a lot since I've been back.

And it sounds like you have too.

So a woman can't listen to music unless she's cleaning?

That's our song.

No, that was our song.

Jesse, might I have this dance?

Don't be ridiculous.

You know, we never did go to the prom.

Yeah, well, we missed out on a lot of things.

So why don't we start making up for lost time right now?

A perfect jam is a delicate dance.

But one worth getting right.

It's got to be a little sweet.

A little sour.

And it's got to simmer

low and slow.

And you got to know

when it's time to cool it down.

Don't the last time come too soon?

One down, eight to go, but it's no less true. Don't the last time come too soon?

Love's always gonna leave you.

No matter what they say.

You only know what it is once it's gone.

When the last time was our last time Should have told you that Last time

too soon

Oh,

now look at that.

There's nothing sadder in this world than a biscuit without jam.