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- MR. BROWN: Cora, don't you know she just left out of here

with that boy. - Do you have any idea

where she could go? - I don't have any idea

where she could go. - Well, maybe you could

call his daddy. - Talkin' 'bout the sheriff?

- You mean to tell me that boy just drove off and didn't even

come in here and speak to nobody? Can you hear me?

- I can hear you just fine. - Where were you?

- I went for a ride. - You went for a ride?

- Is there an echo in here?

- Did you ask us if you can go for a ride?

- Did you ask me about moving here?

- Ooh, ooh, baby, no. - One, two, three.

- BOTH: Don't beat her ass.

- You can't make me stay here. - Oooh.

- I hate it! - I don't know how much more

of this I could take.

- ♪

- [door bangs]

- JEREMY: Hey, baby, look. - Hmm?

- JEREMY: Baby! - Hmm?

- JEREMY: Look.

[laughing]

Hey. - What?

- Hey!

- Don't come in here with that, Jeremy.

- Baby, I'm just trying to make you smile, come on.

- Well, I am not in the mood for smiling.

- Baby. - Hmm?

You know, your daughter-- - Our daughter.

- I mean, sneaking out of here with some boy

she don't even know. - Yeah.

- Who does that?

I told you to stop saying that,

Jeremy. - What? I didn't even say

nothing, I'm just saying, you know, just kinda

like you--mother, daughter, I don't know.

- Oh, oh, see, don't compare me to her.

She ain't nothing like me.

- Okay, well, I'm just comparing them to us.

- Don't do that either.

- Well, look, we need to figure out a way for you two to talk.

- [scoffs] I can't talk to her.

- Come on now, that's our baby girl.

- Who grew up... to be a demon child.

- You're overreacting.

It's really, really not that bad.

- Do--do you--do you hear yourself talking?

- I feel like she just rebelling.

- I know what she doing,

but you saying that-- that's not that bad.

- Well, I think she gotta, you know, learn by herself,

let her make her mistakes. - Okay. Alright.

So you be cool with her coming in here pregnant?

- Well, wait, wait, wait, why we talking about the P word?

- Oh, oh, what, pregnant.

- Look, we was having a good conversation, you went there?

- Oh no, granddaddy, that's what you want.

- Oh, no, no. - That's what you want.

- Hmm-mm. - Shh.

- Shh. - Well, you need

to take this seriously. - Alright, okay.

How 'bout this, okay?

How 'bout tomorrow morning, I get up,

and I go talk to her about her behavior?

- Yeah, okay.

- And you will too. - [scoffs]

You trust that?

- I mean, we got to.

- [sighs]

Calm down, calm down.

Calm down, Leah. - Come on.

- You know what? Maybe we should have left her in Chicago.

- What? - Yeah.

You know, those mean, cold, windy streets of Chicago,

and then she could pay her own bills,

then she could see how hard it would be, right?

- Yeah, well, we know that'll never happen.

- Oh, why? 'Cause she a child?

Exactly. Right. Mm-hmm, yep, you got it.

[scoffs]

- Let's go to bed.

We'll handle this tomorrow, okay?

- [moaning] Fine.

- Calm--calmly?

- Fine. - Okay.

- ♪

♪ No matter what you do, I love you ♪

♪ No matter where you go, I'm behind you for sure ♪

♪ Always remember, blood ain't never water ♪

♪ We'll make it if we stay together ♪♪

- Not paying, not paying.

Definitely not paying.

- [knocking at door]

- Whoa, man, you knock like the police.

5-0 at the door. Come on in, man.

- Thank you.

- What's going on? - I'm worried.

- What you worried about?

- 'Cause you letting me in here.

- Man, what that mean?

- You don't like me. - [laughs] Oh man, come on,

man, let that go. - What?

- It's the truth. - [laughs]

You know, just before you got here, sir, I was about to--

- Look, one of my officers already told me that

your latest stunt was growing weed in the backyard.

Mr. Vinny, you are a piece of work.

- I beg your pardon.

- What?

You were growing weed.

- And you saying that 'cause I'm a black man.

- I'm a black man.

- Well, damn it, show some respect then.

- How'd you get your hand back?

- It was handed to me. [laughs]

- Where's your grandson?

- Where's your son?

- Mr. Vinny-- - You know what, po-po?

You can go out the same damn door.

Don't come back no more.

No, no, no, don't talk to him. - Will you move?

- No, he's a sellout!

No, no, he's some dope, man, he's gonna take you down.

- JEREMY: Will you move? - No, he's the dirty cop!

- How you doing, Sheriff? - Good morning.

- Good morning, um, thank you for coming, man.

Come over here. - Well, I was here last night.

- Yeah, I know.

- And you didn't wanna talk to me then?

- Uh, well, you know, I was just trying to--

- Prevent a murder.

- Excuse me?

- Hey, hey, look, don't pay him no mind.

- No, no, see, his wife is gonna kill his daughter.

Stab her, or choke her, or smother her ass or something,

I don't know what-- - Grandpa!

- I'm just trying to help you.

- Okay, well, you're not helping, alright?

Go ahead. Thank you. - Okay. Fine.

- JEREMY: Fine. - Fine.

- What can I do for you?

- Alright, look, man, real simple.

I just wanna talk to you about your son.

- Yes, yes, and I wanna talk to you about your daughter.

- Cool. Alright, we're on the same page.

Look, I just think, you know, your son could be

a little bit more respectful. - Wait. What?

- Yeah.

- It is your daughter who is the...temptress.

- What? Excuse me.

- Ah, hell. We going down.

- No, no, no, hold up.

What did you say?

- He said your daughter was the temptress, which I--

- I heard him. - If you heard the man,

why the hell you asking what he said?

- Will you please go somewhere?

- Oh, oh, where the hell I'm going?

This is my place. Why I got to go somewhere?

I ain't going no damn where.

I will not be moved.

I'm the baddest thing in a velvet suit, baby.

Neither one of y'all want none of this.

- I know where you can go.

You can go tend your little garden outside.

- Ooh! Ooh-hoo!

Ooh, you gonna say that in front of the man?

- I already know, Mr. Vinny.

- Wait a minute, tell you what.

Take your ass back there. Ain't nothing back there.

- I already did, I peeked over the fence.

It was all gone.

- That's right, it's gone.

Mace in your face! Ahh!

Stay out of my fence.

I catch you peeping over my fence again,

it's gonna be you and me.

- Grandpa! - Okay, alright.

It's gonna be just you.

- Look, sorry, um, Sheriff--

- Luckett. - Sheriff Luckett.

- No, Luckett is my first name.

- What the hell like you did-- Lucketts and the Lindor?

What do all of these-- - You can call me Sheriff.

- Hey, listen, alright, look, I don't even care, okay?

All I'm saying is, my daughter just got here.

- That's my point exactly.

- Okay, well, what is your point exactly?

- A little fast temptress can really mess up

these country boys. - Oh, yeah?

Alright, well, how old is your son?

- Eighteen.

- Alright, and my daughter is 17.

And what is an 18-year-old doing drive a bus anyway?

- He's good.

- Okay, alright, well, I just don't like that he would

come over here, take my daughter away from me

and not say nothing to me.

I didn't appreciate that. - Neither do I.

- Okay. Alright, okay, well, then,

tell your son, "Don't do that."

- And I don't like the fact that your daughter

would text him, and tell him to come over here.

- Hold on, hold on, hold up.

My daughter only responds to text.

She don't start texts.

- Okay, look, we are clearly not on the same page.

- Hmm-mm. - Just keep your daughter

away from my son. - What?

- I think you heard me. - No, no, you keep your son

away from my daughter!

- Welcome to my town.

- Well, excuse me.

- No, you are excused.

Don't talk bad about my son.

- You ain't got to get all close.

Man, lost your damn mind.

"Welcome to my town."

- Tell him, son. - Yeah, "This is my town."

- 'Bout to get a double ass whoopin'.

- [unintelligible] looking ass.

- I'm with you on that one.

Yeah!

Nah, nah, come back! - Y'all come on back!

- Yeah!

- You better not slam the door, either!

- We'll both whoop your ass! - Double team!

- Yeah! - Yeah, uh!

- He don't want none of us. - At all!

- Hey. - What?

- You might wanna let that go, though.

- Why is that?

- I mean, he did have a gun, and he's got mace.

He got one of them sticks and that long-ass flashlight of his.

- I don't care what he got.

- Oh, he did go off on that ass.

- I mean, deep in that ass.

I'm like, "I ain't know where he went."

- Alright, alright.

- I'm like, "Where'd he go?"

"I'm in his ass!"

- It wasn't that bad.

- Oh, it was that bad.

I mean, he went off on you like you was a bottom chick.

- Would you stop? - Man, you had on...

daisy dukes, halter top...

and a ponytail.

Sipping tea with your pinky finger out.

"Y'all got any lemon?

Two lumps of sugar, please."

I mean, like, you, "Don't take all my money.

I'm out here in the rain working."

- Alright. Well, where were you?

- I was right here watching the whole damn thing.

I mean, I was thinking about fighting.

I had thoughts of ass-whoopin' in my mind.

But my body said, "You need to sit your old ass down."

- Okay, well, next time he come in here,

and you don't help me, I'm gonna whoop your ass.

- That would be two ass whoopings I would get,

'cause I ain't helping.

I mean, you know, when you think about it,

I really don't blame you.

I mean, he did have a gun, and he got mace,

and he big as hell. He swole up.

- Can you believe that man with his gun?

- VINNY: Yeah. - He could've left that

in the car.

- He still would've whooped your ass.

- I know, Grandpa.

- What you need to do, if you're gonna live in this town--

what you need to do is you need to damn man up!

You need to get hard! - Yeah, you right.

- Yeah, these country streets is rough!

Let me see you get hard! - [growls]

- [yells] - [whoops, yells]

- Man up! - Yeah!

- Say, "I'm a man." - I'm a man!

- I'm manning up! - I'm manning up!

- What you gonna say? What you gonna say?

- Yeah, yeah. How dare he?

How dare he?

- Well, see...

that right there...

that is--that is not gangster at all.

- That was gangster.

- You don't never heard Snoop Dogg say that, have you?

- Okay, well, what would you say?

You give me a line.

- "If you don't get your bitch ass out of here!"

- Let me try. Let me try. - Say it.

- Okay, if you don't get your bitch ass out of here!

- No, throw your hand like that.

See how loose that is? - You don't get your

bitch ass out of here! - You don't get your

bitch ass out of here! - Outta here, bitch!

- Bitch! - Bitch!

- You want some of this?

Now, he might hear us. He might still be riding around.

- Okay, alright. - 'Cause cops can hear.

- [whispers] Bitch.

- Bitch. Bend 'em down.

- BOTH: Bitch.

- Whatever. - Yeah.

Yeah, he-- - I mean--

- How dare he, my nizzle?

- ♪

- Hey. Hey. Hey, baby. - Hey.

- How you doing? Good morning.

- Good morning. - How'd you sleep?

- Tossed and turned. - Ah.

That's what that noise was.

- What are you talking about, Grandpa? What noise?

- Well, I thought you was in there last night

tearin' that ass up!

- [laughs] - Tearing it up.

Thought you got lucky, boy.

Watch out down there.

- I ain't got lucky since we've been here.

- Damn.

- I mean, I ain't "seent" it. - Damn.

- I ain't smelt it. - Damn.

- I ain't touched it. - Damn.

- And it been right here in my face all this time.

- Damn.

- [clears throat] - JEREMY: Hey.

- Repeat any of that? - [laughs]

Come on, baby, you know I'm just playing.

I'm just saying it's like a gift.

- Hmm. - You know?

'Cause I get it, you know, once a year, like a birthday.

- Yeah, that mean you ain't getting none.

- Grandpa, you ain't lying.

- Okay, I need both of y'all to stop.

How 'bout that?

- And you really ain't gonna get none after that.

- Hey, did I hear another man's voice in here?

- Yes, it was the--he came-- - Nobody.

- Ooh, it was somebody.

- [whispers] Grandpa.

- I'm just saying.

- What's going on? - Nothing, baby.

- You sure about that? - Uh, I'm absolutely sure.

Nothing's going on.

- Well, I can say this, there's something going on, okay?

Okay, let me say it.

- I need to talk to you.

- And you know what? He need to talk to you too.

And y'all need to deal with what's going on.

'Cause this right here, all up in here,

in this space here, this ain't nothing but some bullshit.

- [sighs]

What is he talking about?

- Ah, baby, you know my grandfather crazy.

Okay, now, alright, you go first.

- Mm. I didn't sleep too good last night.

- Yeah, I know.

- [sighs] We gotta figure out a way to talk to this girl.

- Yes, we do.

- And I guess I gotta work on being

just a little bit more patient. - Mm, you think?

- Listen, I was thinking...

- Okay?

- Well, maybe she could move in with my sister.

- Wait. What?

- I mean, if she wants to go back to Chicago,

maybe she can finish her semester there.

- Hell no.

- I mean, I know that's extreme.

- Yeah, and you wanna send her away?

- I don't want to send her away, Jeremy--

- Huh-uh. - --but listen, okay?

I want her to be happy. - Yeah, okay, I get that.

But we're a family, baby, we're staying together.

We're not letting her go nowhere.

She almost 18 already anyway.

- Okay. - Okay.

- Well, we need to fix this. - I know. I know we do.

- Eesh. - Come on.

Let's go talk to her right now.

- Now? - Yeah.

- Mm. I'm gonna need a drink.

- [groans]

- Honey. - Uh, your hand had it, baby.

Come on, come on.

- Don't mess up twice today.

No, don't try to pull up to my bumper now.

- But it's my birthday. - It's not your birthday.

- ♪

- [knocking at door]

- [humming]

- Ooh.

- Son.

- LEAH: Go, baby, go. Look at him, look at him.

- Son!

- [laughs] - Good morning.

- Hey. - [laughs]

- How'd you sleep?

- I had a terrible dream.

- Oh, no, baby, what happened?

- It was horrible.

We were...

in an old folks' home and--

All we could eat for breakfast was applesauce and prune juice.

- Son. [laughs]

That's actually your reality.

- This is unfair.

- Boy, get out of here.

Go have breakfast. [laughs]

- Wait.

I have to go eat breakfast with Grandpa?

- Yes.

- No.

- LEAH: No?

Yeah, it's either that or you don't eat.

- I--I don't think you understand.

Do you know the sounds he makes when he's eating?

It's like... [moaning]

- He do.

- What language is that?

- Sounds like you need to chew a little louder.

- That is cruel and unusual punishment.

- Go have breakfast, please.

- Dad. - You heard your mother.

- [laughs]

Starting to feel like I should report you.

- And I'm starting to feel like you're pushing it.

- Okay.

Oh, you want me to leave so you can--

- Yeah.

- Okay, I got you. I got you.

Hey, hey. Handle that. - Yeah.

Handle that. - Handle that.

- Uh, uh. Yeah.

- Yeah, can I just get my headphones? Because...

if he starts slurping, I'm losing my appetite.

- [sighs] - Get your headphones

and go, son. - He cannot have

his headphones at the dinner table.

- Uh, have you heard my grandfather eat?

It's disgusting. - Oh, yeah.

Come on, baby, you got it. - Thanks.

- Good. Yep.

Hmm. - Do it. Do it.

- [unintelligible] - [laughs]

- Okay, alright, let's huddle up, come on.

You ready? - Yeah.

- We're gonna--we're gonna do this the right way.

- The right way? - The right way.

Okay. Alright. "Right way" on three.

- Mm-hmm. - BOTH: One, two, three.

The right way. - Okay.

- You got it, baby.

- Uh, good morning, sweetie.

- What's so good about it?

- Ooh, she coming in hot!

- She thought she threw a haymaker, and I came in with it.

- I'm with you. - Alright, cool.

Uh, your mom and I would like to talk to you.

- Yeah, see, I figured you wouldn't be

in the geriatric ward if you didn't.

- There's no need to be rude.

- Well...

- Alright, I'm--I'm out.

I can't--I can't do it.

- You're tapping out already? - I'm tapping out.

Go ahead, you got it. - That was quick.

- JEREMY: Mm-hmm.

- Sweetheart.

I know this is hard for you.

- Do you?

'Cause it doesn't seem like it.

You and Dad are walking around here laughing.

It's my life, too.

- Look, what are we supposed to do, huh?

Walk around here being mad at everybody?

- You're supposed to care that I'm upset.

- Baby girl, we care.

- Well, you have a funny way of showing it.

- Listen, I know this is hard for you, okay?

We're talking about it, but just because it's hard for you

doesn't mean that you can come and go as you please,

and it definitely doesn't mean you get to disrespect us.

We're not having that, okay?

- Is that all?

- Oh.

- ♪

- I'm tapping out. - Okay, alright.

- I'm back, I'm going in, okay?

- Okay, thank you. - Now I gotta--I got

to be a little hood. - Ooh, yeah.

- Gonna bring the hood out.

- Come on with yourself. - Yeah, you're grounded!

- Uh-huh. - You're not leaving

this house, you don't go nowhere,

and I don't wanna see you around that big head boy no more.

- Yeah! - Mm.

- Mm.

- Or?

- I got it. - Mm, yeah.

- This gonna get her right here. - Right here.

- This is the one. - It's it.

- Okay. Oh, --or we gonna send you to Chicago

to live with your aunt.

- Wait, really?

Oh, my God, that's so great.

When can I leave?

I'll go pack right now.

I get to see all my friends!

- What did you say?!

- Damn, that ain't work. - No!

'Cause that wasn't a threat.

That was a good thing.

- How? - [exhales]

Why--why would she say no to that, huh? Hmm?

- Well, 'cause nobody likes your sister.

- I slightly remember you liking my sister.

- Hmm? - Uh-huh, you remember asking

her for her phone number? - No.

- Oh yes. - No, no.

I said I wanted y'all's number. Y'all's.

- Oh, y'all you. - Y'all's.

- 'Cause y'all lived in the same house, it wasn't no cell phones.

Remember? - Uh-huh.

- Remember, come on. - But, see, she tricked you,

and then she gave you my number.

- Mm. - And here I am

two kids later.

Demon child. - Hold up, hold up.

That's what happened?

- Uh. [laughs]

I love you.

- ♪

- ♪

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