All language subtitles for The Ms Pat Show s05e06 Hell to the Chief.eng

[cheers and applause]

- Y'all remember
the good old days

when people actually looked
out for one another?

all:
Yeah.

- Nowadays, everybody
for they damn selves.

You can't even steal your
next door neighbor electricity

without them calling
the damn police on you.

I'm telling y'all we need
to get back to kindness, love,

and treating each other right.

All y'all can start right now
by Cash Apping a bitch $40.

Come on, y'all.

It's time to make America
give a fuck again.

- Yeah, that's right.

- Let's get this
damn show started.

- Oh, hey, Janelle.
- Hey.

- What you doing
back from college?

I hope it ain't
to get to your room back,

'cause I don't wanna have
to beat your ass for it.

- Oh, my God, no.

I'm here to do some laundry
and steal some food.

- Ah.

That's my girl.

How you been enjoying
everything so far?

- Uh, it's been really special,
you know?

Better than
I could have imagined.

- Is that right?
- Mm-hmm.

- Better than you could
have imagined, huh?

- Mm-hmm.
- Huh.

Who you been fucking?

- Huh?

- If you can huh, you can hump.

You've been humping, ain't you?

- [laughs] What?

I see. You are crazy.

I don't know what
gave you that idea.

- Ah. Who is he?

Or she?

I mean, you know, we listen
and we don't judge.

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

- Don't worry.
Your scalp gon' tell me.

- My scalp?
- Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

Oh, oh, oh! Okay!

It was a he.
[laughs]

Yes! Come on.

Okay, I ain't gonna
tell nobody.

My lips are sealed.

Yours, not so much.

- Oh, my God! Please stop!

- All right, well,
besides "Kama Sutra,"

what you been learning
at college?

- Well, if you must know,

my Black Women's Literature
professor has us

reading all types of stuff
like activism, feminism.

Oh, look at this right here.

- Oh, Janelle,
I was hoping you'd get smarter.

Not damn more annoying.

[smoke alarm chirps]

- What's annoying
is that smoke detector.

Somebody needs to fix that.

- No, they just need
to take the battery out.

I don't even hear the shit
no more.

- Then we all gonna damn die.

- Well, those of us
that can't run.

- [sighs] What's up, y'all?

- Hey, Dad.

- Why are you home so early?

You done got fired?

- Oh, man.

Come on now, T.

You can't be fired,

'cause I can't be the
sole provider in this house.

- Provider?

Girl, you three years behind
on your damn rent.

- That's exactly why I can't
be the sole provider, Pat.

- No, Dad. What happened?
You got fired?

[sighs] You know I--
I can't go back to the hood.

- Boy, you know damn well

you ain't never been
in no damn hood.

- Well, that's why
I can't go back.

- Oh, my God, would y'all
let the man speak?

Dang!
- Thank you, baby girl.

- Now, you ain't getting fired,
are you?

- No, I didn't get fired!

However,

I am not sure what I got to say
is gonna be much better.

- Well, what is it, baby?

- The president is in town.

And he's trying to get back
in good graces with the unions,

so he asked to have dinner
with a member tonight.

- Okay.

And what's that got
to do with anything?

- The union chose me--us--

to host the president
for dinner tonight.

- The president of what?

- ? Come on, it's time to go ?

? It's "The Ms. Pat Show" ?

- Now, what the fuck was that?

- The president.

- The fucking
president-president?

- Of the United States.

- Yeah, I'm about to go viral.

TikTok starts now.

- Boy, you're not ticking
or tocking nothing.

Nobody needs to
know about this.

- Well, then,
if you're so ashamed,

why are you letting him
come here in the first place?

- Yeah, how many abusers
you gonna bring to the house

this year, T?

- Hey, look.
It wasn't me, Denise.

It's my union.

They picked me,
and I can't let them down.

- Out of all the Black people
in the union,

they chose you
to make themselves look good?

- Exactly.

Moral imagination.
I just learned about that.

Now, if the president
uses us as a photo op

to push his agenda, it makes us
just as bad as he is.

Even if our intentions are
self-preservation,

it's morally wrong
if it hurts other people.

- What?
- What?

- You know what, y'all?

I know this is hard, gang,
all right?

But we can make this a lot
easier if we all just relax

and ride it out together.

Hmm?
- Mm.

That's what they all say before
they fuck you in the ass.

- Yep, and no Vaseline, Terry.

They just using you, baby.
Can't you see that?

- Baby, they not using me,
all right?

This union has been good to us.
This job has great health care.

Baby, you've been sick
a lot lately.

You wanna pay for all them
hospital bills yourself?

- What kind of food
that nigga like?

- Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

- Ugh, great.
You're falling for it too?

- Look. [sighs]

I know some of these people
can make it hard,

but this country
will never improve

if we can't just sit here
and talk to each other.

- Oh, my God.
Are you guys serious right now?

- Yeah, we serious
as a deductible.

- Hey, look, y'all.
This ain't no game.

Okay? This all hands on deck,
the whole family.

Call your brother
and your sister.

All right?
- Come on, Dad.

You know Ashley
is not going for that.

- Okay.

Her ass so far to the left,
she sitting on one cheek.

- I'll text her.

"We are having
an emotional problem."

Mm-mm-mm.

"And we need your expertise
ASAP.

I smell trauma."

Send.

- Ooh, tell her to bring
some Mexican food.

- I don't think this president
want nothing to do

with no Mexicans.

- "Bring a shitload
of Mexican food."

Send.

- Great, so y'all
just gonna lie to her.

- How else am I
gonna get my gay child

to come and have dinner
with somebody who want

to take away her right to marry
a Shannon Sharpe-looking bitch?

[notification chimes]

- Is that Ashley?
That was fast.

- Oh, shit, y'all.

We got Ashley.
- Yep.

And more importantly,
we got tacos.

- Look, I got a list of things

that need to be fixed around
this house before tonight.

- Wait. Hold on, Dad.
That look like a lot of stuff.

- Yeah.
- Why we got to do all this?

We not in the union.

- I'm not lifting a finger
for that dictator.

- Hey, look,
if you live here rent-free,

don't say nothing to me.

- I pay rent.
- No, you don't.

- I pay in coochie, Terry.

- And you in default, Patricia.

- Oh, my God,
please kill the visual, Jesus.

- Hey, listen.

Y'all go ahead and get to it.
I'm gonna go grab my tool bag.

[smoke alarm chirps]

Denise,
for the thousandth time,

would you put
some new batteries

up in that smoke detector, please?

- I got you, T.
[chuckles]

Ain't nobody doing that shit.

Listen.

I need to make
this presidential dinner

work in my favor.

- And just how do you plan on
using America's evil stepdaddy?

- Well, when I get
my presidential pardon,

I can get a loan and start
making some real money.

They keep denying me
because I'm a felon.

- Are you sure it's not
that 480 credit score?

- Don't make me tell your
mama all the things I saw

when I borrowed your laptop.

- They should give felons
a second chance.

- Okay, I'm here.
What's going on?

Where's the
emotional constipation at?

What's going on?
Where the trauma?

- Oh, don't worry.
It's on its way.

- What is she talking about?

- Well, your president
is coming to dinner.

- The president of what?

all:
America.

- [laughs]

Oh, hell no!

- Ashley, I'ma need you
to fix your face, okay?

'Cause I'm trying
to get this pardon

and your mama need
to keep her health care,

so we all got to play good
Negro today for your daddy.

- Ain't nobody
playing no good Negro.

- Why the hell
did they pick Pops?

- I mean, it's obvious.

Dad's a veteran,
he's middle class, a union man.

If he was white,

he'd have a whack war movie
made about him by now.

- [chuckles]
Sam Jackson is Terry Carson.

- In "The Unionator
Strikes Back."

- I'm sick and tired of these
mother-freaking pots

on this mother-freaking
belt line.

- Hold up, Ma.

Did you really have
me spend my good Black money

from my good Black job to
buy that tyrant Mexican food?

- Oh, wow.

This reminds me of
a book I'm reading

called "Righteous Discontent."

- [snoring]
- It's--

- [snoring]

- Don't even try, Janelle.
This family don't listen.

They just talk right over you
even when you're in the middle

of a really good point
that could

actually--
both: Shut the fuck up, Ashley!

- See?

- Yeah.

- Okay, would everybody
please just focus?

'Cause I'm trying to get
this loan approved today,

and that's on period, okay?

Now, once I get my salon,
I can diversify my portfolio

and become a billionaire
like the president.

- He's not even a billionaire.

You know what?
Y'all didn't deserve Kamala.

She was too good
for this country.

- Man,

that's why I don't know why
anybody even bothered to vote.

all: What?

- What kind of fucking
stupid shit is that?

You know how many people died

and had water hose
put up they fucking nose

so you have the right to vote?

- I get that, Ma,

but are we all gonna sit here
and act like

I'm the only one who saw
them freaks storm the Capitol?

I mean, they was gonna
take this country back

no matter who won.

- Hey, listen.

This thing has got me
uneasy too.

Now, if he is truly
willing to listen

to what some Middle America
Black folks gots to say,

then maybe something good
can come out of all this, huh?

- Well, you do know Professor
Evelyn Brooks Higginbotham

says you need to bridge--
- Uh, Janelle.

Nobody wants to hear the end
of that sentence.

- I do.

- Thank you.
[doorbell rings]

- He's early.
We not even ready yet.

- I'll never be ready.

- Okay, well, go on
and answer it, T.

- All right, all right.
Hold this.

- Terry, we got your back, baby.

- All right.
- Yeah. Let's go.

- Hey, what up, Pop?
- Hey, what's up, Brandon?

- Who the fuck is this?

- Well, since you asked
so nicely, this is Miguel.

He's one of my students from my
gaming and programming class.

- Oh, you still
teaching them kids?

I thought you went back
to stripping.

- Stripping?

- No, I used to
strip computer parts.

- More like strip down
to your body parts.

- Miguel, this is,
unfortunately, my family.

- Very nice to meet you,
Miguel.

- Nice to meet you,
but y'all gotta go.

Uh, you got--you gotta go.

- Wait, why?
We always have guests.

Who's so special that
we can't add one more person?

- The president.
- The president of what?

all:
America.

[laughter]

- Wouldn't that be crazy,
Mr. B?

Like, what if the president was
really coming to your house?

- Yeah, if he would have
saw us all here,

he probably would have
a heart attack and DEI.

Get it? It sounds like die.

[imitates whoosh sound]

- Brandon, I know you have
trouble reading, but just--

just read the room.

- Hell, no.
Are y'all serious?

all: Mm-hmm.
- Yes.

- Mr. B, you said
I'd be safe here.

- Look, it's not safe
for Miguel here.

We gotta go. I'm sorry.
We gotta leave.

Come on, Miguel. We'll go.

[screams] Oh, my God!

- Hey, hey, hey!
What's going on, boy?

- It's the men in black!
They real!

It's not a movie!
It's not a movie, Daddy!

- That's the Secret Service,
Brandon.

- Oh.

So wait. This is happening?

- I can't let them
see me, Mr. B.

- Okay, look, look.
Just give me a second to think.

All right?

- Oh, this could take a while.

- What's going on?
Why is he so scared?

- Okay, look.

I brought Miguel over here
to hide him.

- From who?
- From ICE.

- Oh, my God, Brandon.
- What?

- God damn it, Brandon!

Do this look like the
Underground Railroad?

- Explain, Brandon, quickly.

- Look, early this morning,

Miguel's parents were
detained by ICE.

- What?
- Yeah.

Agents came to the school
looking for him,

but the principal
wouldn't let 'em in,

so I snuck Miguel out, thinking
that he would be safe here.

- What if they take me, Mr. B?

I might not ever see
my parents again.

- Look, I'm not gonna
let that happen to you.

- I just wanna go home.

- It's gonna be all right,
little man, all right?

- Damn.

- Junebug, Janelle, uh,
take Miguel to the kitchen.

Get him a snack.
We gotta talk this out.

- Yeah.

- I'm sorry about this, y'all.

- Don't apologize.

We guess you did
the right thing.

- Damn.

- Hey, look, the president is
gonna be here in a minute.

We can't be harboring
no fugitive, Brandon.

- Mm, yeah, 'cause
we ain't did that since

Pat had Latrell down on 33rd
selling crack and--

- What the?

- So--so y'all ain't trying

to go down memory lane
for a second?

- Pop, he's not a fugitive.

I mean,
he's not even undocumented.

- Damn!

- Well, then what the hell
do ICE want with him?

- Well, look, a lot of times
when the parents are detained,

the children get
taken into custody too.

And I couldn't let
that happen to him.

- Damn.

- God damn!
How much you gonna say damn?

- Damn!

- I hear you, son,

but that visit today was
gonna be hard enough as it is.

I mean, having that child here

puts us and him in danger,
Brandon.

- Okay, but what do
you suggest we do?

Just throw him out?

- That's not what I'm saying, son.

- Well, if ICE finds him, Dad,

they might throw him
in foster care at best.

- Why don't you take him
to you and Sheila's place?

- Pat, Sheila is a cop.

You can't take no illegal shit
to no cop's house.

Unless they crooked.

Now, is Sheila crooked?

'Cause if she crooked,
I got some parking tickets.

- No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no,

Sheila is not crooked, okay?

That's why I didn't want to
put her at risk with her job.

- Oh, but you wanna
put us at risk.

We could all go to jail,
Brandon.

- Oh, we got to find a way
to get him up out of here.

- Uh, I wouldn't go
anywhere right now.

There's Secret Service men
all around the house.

- Oh, my God.
- Yeah.

I heard them on the roof too.

Too bad they're delivering
the wrong gift.

- I'm scared, Mr. B.

I don't want to--
[knock at door]

- Oh, go, go, go, go, go.

- Run, boy! Run!

[knock at door]

- Terry Carson?

- Unfortunately, yes.

- I am Agent Frost.
This is Agent Thomas.

He doesn't speak.

- This is everybody?

Only two agents
for a presidential visit?

- For the moment.

There has been some cutbacks
in the government.

- Say it ain't so.

- Now, you've already
been cleared, Mr. Carson,

but we will need
to conduct brief interviews

with everyone before king--

I mean Mr. President's arrival.

[smoke alarm chirps]

- Everybody down!
[all screaming]

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Hey, it's just
a smoke detector, brother.

It's just a smoke detector, man.

- We're gonna
need AA batteries.

[smoke alarm chirps]

- Chill the fuck out.

- I'm cool.

- Now, then...

you are Brandon James?

- Yeah, I think I want
to see my lawyer now.

- This ain't "First 48."
Sit your ass down.

You know how it is.

Everybody got
one of them slow kids.

- And yet he teaches children.

- That's the education system
in America, honey.

The cockeyed leading the blind.
They'll take any-damn-body.

- No, no, no, ICE ain't
taking nobody nowhere.

I mean, um...

Ice Cube.

- Don't mind him.
He just love Ice Cube.

He think NWA stand
for Nigga With Autism.

[smoke alarm chirps]

- We're just here to get
to know y'all in a friendly

and informal manner.

- Oh, so that's why y'all
armed to the teeth, right?

Way to be friendly.

- Let's start over, sweetheart.

- Sweetheart?

- Baby, you barking up
the wrong damn tree.

- Yeah, he don't need
to know all that.

- I don't care what he knows.

What you gonna do now, huh?

Throw me in prison
for being gay?

- Oh, you don't
want to do that.

That ain't nothing
but a gay buffet.

- Pat!

- Well, it's all you can eat.

- Now, you ate that.

- I ain't ate
a motherfucking thing.

[smoke alarm chirps]

- Okay, see, once in my life,
I didn't behave in a manner

that was considered
to be in accordance

with what is considered legal.

But then, I changed my life.

Yeah, and I became
an upstanding citizen.

[chuckles]
And that is why...

I need this loan.

- I'm sorry, what?

We're not loan officers.

- Oh, come on now.
Of course you are.

I mean, can't you see
this PowerPoint presentation

that I whipped up for you?

- Ma'am, this is
not a PowerPoint.

- Well, I got power, and you
see me over here pointing.

[smoke alarm chirps]

- How's our little friend
doing?

- He's good.

He's a little stressed,
but he's up in Janelle's room.

- Okay, good.

- Young man,

what exactly
is your relationship

with the Republican mayor
of this city?

- Mayor Malinowski?

That no-good son of a--

- Terry, we good people.
We don't do that.

- He was my fake father-in-law.

- Okay, what does that mean?

- Well, um, I was his
daughter's fake baby daddy.

I mean, she lied
about the baby being mine,

but I still stepped up
and raised the kid myself.

- So basically,
that mean he's pro-life.

You know, saving white babies.

He the Black Sandra Bullock.

- Hmm.

And I understand
you're on house arrest.

- I was a stay-at-home father.

[smoke alarm chirps]

- And another thing.

I know you guys are obsessed

with the First
and the Second Amendment,

but did you know that there
are other ones too?

Now, according to the Fifth,

and if you don't like that one,
the 13th--

- [sighs] You know,
I think we're good here.

[smoke alarm chirps]

- Patricia, did you
vote for the president

in the 2024 election?

- Did you vote for Fantasia
in 2004?

Fuck no!

I mean no regular.

- Neither did I,
to be perfectly honest.

- That's okay.
That's not a problem.

Any particular reason why?

- I want you to be honest, baby.

- Look, Officer.

- Agent.

- Look, Agent Officer.

Hell, no, I didn't vote
for your boss.

'Cause you know why?
This country is so fucked up.

Y'all rather have a dumbass
white man in the office

instead of having a
intelligent-ass Black woman.

Which is fucked up.

Your boss wear Pampers
and he's a crying-ass bitch.

And I don't vote for
crying-ass bitches in Pampers.

- Completely understand.
Completely understand.

I always vote white.

- All your skinfolk ain't
gonna be your kinfolk, brother.

We don't always
get the privilege

to vote for Black people
anyway, so.

- And we usually have
to pick the motherfucker

who want us dead the least.

And that's why I didn't vote
for your fucking boss

and that's why...

I like "The Apprentice."

[smoke alarm chirps]

- Well, looks like
that's everyone.

You boys drive safe.

Don't let the door knob hit you
where the good Lord split you.

- We know there's someone else
in the house.

- [snorts]
Who, your imaginary friend?

- The young person
that ran up the stairs

when we first arrived.
- You saw that?

- Ma'am, we're Secret Service.
We see everything.

- Oh, you talking
about my little nephew

with the rock star haircut?

Yeah, he's just staying here
with us for a little bit.

His mom's going through a lot.
- Mm-hmm.

- And by a lot,
he mean a lot of crack.

You know, that stuff
y'all put in our community.

- Can I get his name?
- His name is--

- Tyrone.
- Tyrone it is.

- Yeah, little--little
Tyrone with the good hair.

- Can you bring him down here, please?

- Hey yo, Tyrone,
come on down here.

- As you can see, we got
some Indian in our family.

- This is your nephew?

- On the DeBarge side
of the family.

- Don't be shy.

- Tyrone DeBarge,
like little Chico's little boy.

- How old are you?

- Uh, he's mute,
just like your agent.

He only speaks in Horus code.

- [scoffs] I'm sorry.
Do you mean Morse code?

- No, his brother Horus
made this shit up.

He told me to tell you
he's 12 years old.

I meant 13 years old.

- What does he think
about the president?

- Hey! Don't--

don't be yelling in my house.

Apology accepted.

[rhythmic tapping]

- Ah, yes.

So little Tyrone says
that he thinks that

the prez is cool and that
he's doing a fine job.

- Whoa!

He said
make America great again,

and he can't wait
till the president

create some jobs in space.

- Actually, I'm going to need
to speak with him one-on-one.

- No, no, no--
- You can't--

- Go for Frost.

Yes.

- He wants McDonald's.
Right now.

- Oh, no.

We got to go.

Keep him here. We'll be back.

- He said fuck.

Where the hell is Denise?

[singing "Hail to the Chief"]

- Please rise
for the national anthem.

- You look like
a political peppermint.

- Yeah, and why you got him
dressed like that?

- Well, don't he look like
he love America?

And plus, I thought

it would make them back off
a little bit.

- Now they gonna think
the boy mute andblind.

- [scoffs] I can't believe
y'all dressed up for this man.

See, that's what's
wrong with society.

We've normalized this bullshit.

- You ain't lying.

Think about Denise
with that damn smoke alarm.

- Exactly.

It's like their goal is
to hit us with so much noise

that we can't even hear

how messed up
everything is anymore.

- Yeah, that's true.

It's almost like they want
us to forget what normal is.

- Hmm.

- It's kind of hard to forget
in this outfit.

I feel stupid.

- Well, hold up now,

'cause it's a very thin line
between stupid and patriotic.

[smoke alarm chirps]

- What are you wearing, Denise?

- Oh, fashion. [chuckles]

But you wouldn't know anything
about that, M-Men's Wearhouse.

- Uh, this is Steve Harvey's
"Family Feud" collection,

thank you very much.

- Survey says...

both: Bad suit.
[laughter]

- How you hanging, Miguel?

- I just want to go home,
to be honest.

- I know, baby.

- Hey,
we'll get this figured out.

- I don't understand
how deporting my parents

is making America great.

I guess that's all
I want to know.

- I don't mean to
be insensitive, Miguel,

but how come your parents

just didn't apply
for their citizenship?

- You being insensitive.

- My parents did apply,
13 years ago when I was born.

They still aren't done
with the process.

This president is
just making it harder.

- You feel like
a jackass now, huh?

- Now, say you're sorry.

- You know what
I'm gonna do, Miguel?

Just for you,

I am going to demand

that the president
bring your parents back.

Right after he pardons me.

- Pardon me, Auntie, but, um,
you ain't getting no pardon.

- Don't kill Denise's
dream like that.

- Thank you, Pat-Pat.

- That's my damn job.

- Miguel, don't worry
about any of this, okay?

You will find your family
again, I promise you.

- That's right.

- I just want to
be a normal kid.

- You are a normal kid, Miguel.

You're human.

And the thing that
makes us human is love.

Yeah?

And that's the one thing
can't nobody ever take away.

- That's right.

The love your parents have for
you ain't going nowhere, baby.

- And neither is the love
you have for them.

I know they can feel it,
no matter where they are.

- Hey, Miguel, I just got
off the phone with your aunt.

Now, she's stuck in traffic

because the president
is in town,

but she said she's on her way.

- Am I gonna have to beat
on the table until then?

- No, no, you ain't gonna
have to do none of that.

I've heard enough.

I can't be breaking bread
with no man who believes

in destroying families
like Miguel's.

Yeah.

I'm gonna call
this visit off now.

- Oh, thank God.

- ? You will not be able
to stay home, brother ?

[Gil Scott-Heron's

"The Revolution Will Not Be
Televised" playing]

? You will not be able
to plug in ?

? Turn on, and cop out ?

- Yeah, boy!

- ? And skip out for beer
during commercials ?

? Because the revolution
will not be televised ?

- I know why they
gave you a sentence.

I know why they
gave you a sentence.

Now, watch me do this.

? ?

- What the fuck are you doing?

Get your dying chicken ass
over there!

Girl!

[music turns off]

- All day, none of you guys
have been listening to me.

So I decided
to protest through my art

so y'all could
hear my frustrations.

- You know what?

I think we should hear her out,

'cause I sure as hell don't
want to see that dance again.

- Yeah.
- Sit down.

- Well, I just
got off the phone with my reps

and I just let them know that
the president is not welcome

in this house today
or any other day.

- That's what
I'm talking about.

- That's amazing.

Oh, my God.

My dance must have worked.

It must have been this, huh?
Or this.

- Girl, what dance
you talking about?

- Dance?
Girl, I thought you had crabs.

- Dad, is your union
gonna be upset?

- It doesn't matter, y'all.
Whatever happens gonna happen.

We'll figure it out, baby.

- I love you, baby.
Thank you.

- Love you too.
- Yay.

- I'm so proud of y'all.
That's what I'm talking about.

- Appreciate--yeah, yeah.
- Yes.

all:
? We shall overcome

- Soul clap.

all:
? We shall overcome ?

? We shall overcome ?

- Okay, no, no, no.

Okay?

Who done overcame? Okay?

Who done overcame?

'Cause I ain't overcame
shit, okay?

This was supposed to be my time
for financial security.

Damn, y'all. Now what I got?

I oughta be
scratching scratchers.

Fucking scratchers.

Over here,
scratching scratchers.

all:
? She shall overcome

- What you saying now?

[Terry vocalizing]
all: ? She shall overcome ?

[doorbell chimes]

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, everybody--
everybody calm down.

All right?
- Didn't you call it off?

- No, baby. Just calm down.

We gonna be fine, all right?

[exhales deeply]

Hello. Who are you?

- Hi, I'm looking
for Brandon James.

- Hi. Ay, mijo.
- Oh!

I'm so happy you're safe.

I don't know what I would
have done if I lost you.

- They were really nice to me.

- Yeah?

- Thank you, Mr. James,
for taking care of him.

Seriously.

I can't thank
all of you enough.

- No problem.
Look, so what happens now?

- We prove his citizenship.

I have all his documents,
thank God.

Some kids don't even know
their status.

ICE would have detained Miguel
for God knows how long

without these papers.

Thank you.
Thank you all so much.

- Of course, baby.

Us Black and brown people
got to stick together.

- Absolutely.

- Wait a minute.

You didn't vote for him,
did you?

- Oh, hells no!

- Well, we stick
together then, baby.

And if you need me
to hide anybody else,

just tell your people we here.

- [laughing]
Okay.

What are you wearing?
- Fashion.

- [laughing] Ah, thank you.
V�monos.

- Bye, Miguel.
- Bye, Miguel.

- Be safe.

- [sobbing]
Bye, Miguel.

Bye, Miguel.
- Auntie.

- It's--it's okay.
It's real emotional, Auntie.

Just let it out.
- [sobbing]

I'm not crying about them.

Yeah, I was crying
because, like,

nobody acts like
I wasn't about to get a pardon.

- Oh, my God. Girl.

- [sobbing] And then I was
gonna get a business loan.

And I was gonna expand my--

my business and everything,
Pat-Pat.

You know that? [sobs]

But now I'm gonna--
just gonna be scratching.

I'm just scratching.

It's always fucking scratching.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, okay!

I done won $100! Hey!
[laughs]

- Tariffs.

- Bitch.

["Hail to the Chief"]

? ?

- ? She's a grown-ass woman

? And she don't
take no stuff ?

? She's a grown-ass woman ?

? And you can't get enough ?

? She's a grown-ass woman ?

? With a husband and kids ?

? She's a grown-ass woman ?

? And it's
"The Ms. Pat Show" ?

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