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I just want to thank Mr. Jimmy Flaherty

for bringing me to Atlanta.

There's four people who
forced me to believe

that I and they were
worthy of a big-time dream.

Those four people that
believed in me are my family.

Who's the new talent?
Very much at your service.

Chen, don't you want me to be happy?

More than anything.

Homosexuals make him
shiver with revulsion.

Get the hell out of my church!

- A Cadillac Escalade?
- Yes!

No more timing belt problems now.

We did it the right way.

We sold drugs for it.

You don't need to spend your money on me.

That's what the money is for,

to make the people
that I care about happy.

Don't you let her out of your sight.

All right, Unc.

Damn, this is all my fault.

Don't you die on me, Julius.

You do not have my permission to die.

So if you are walking
towards a white light,

stop, turn the fuck around
and walk into the dark.

Uncle J, I'm so sorry.

Hang in there,
baby. Just hang in there.

Mmm, I love doing this with you.

What'd you say?

I said, me, too.

Ooh.

Oh, wait, wait, wait.

Ah, ah, if you take a call
while you are inside me,

it will be your last time inside me.

I'm sorry, baby. It's just reflexes.

We are busy. The world can wait.

Yes, it can, and it shall, my queen.

You've reached Reggie.

Reggie, it's an emergency.

Just call me back.

Hello, you've reached Missy Vaughn.

I apologize that I can't make
it to the phone right now.

At the tone, please
leave a detailed message

and I promise that I'll get back to you

just as soon as I'm possibly able.

And remember, don't wait
for the perfect moment.

Take the moment and make it perfect.

Here comes the tone.

Missy, I told you everybody
knows what to do at the tone!

Now call me back because this family

is in the middle of a
massively imperfect moment.

Call me back!

Going out.

Move back.

Okay, hang in there, Julius.

Hang in there, baby.

Ma'am, you need to wait here.

No, I'm going with my brother.

No, ma'am. Hospital policy.

Well, you better take care of him.

'Cause if you don't, we
will make it our policy

to sue this place into
bankruptcy, won't we, son?

Let 'em know we ain't broke
and we ain't on Medicaid either.

We got lawyer money.
Johnnie Cochran lawyer money.

Did you let my uncle know
that your car is a death trap

that stalls out in the
middle of intersections?

It never has or had done that.

We were taking it to the mechanic.

Because, what, it was
in perfect condition?

No, because it was a
piece-of-shit shitbox.

Chuck, lay off.

Allison, before
the ambulance got there,

you got him breathing again, right?

I think so.

You're a nurse. You know or don't.

I'm just an MRI technician.

Yeah, but techs know what breathing is.

Even I know what breathing is.

I'm breathing. You're breathing.

He's breathing. She's breathing.

Look, Allison told you what she knows.

I just want to know if
he's still breathing.

I'll... I'll change his
bedpan. I'll feed him.

I'll even help him smoke weed

through one of them fucking
holes in his goddamn neck.

I just want him alive.

I just want him alive.

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.

Oh!

So when you going off birth control?

Oh, I thought we weren't talking babies

till things got more settled.

I know, but the world needs our baby.

We don't even know if
Cam's gonna stay in Atlanta.

It don't matter. No, Cam leaves, we leave.

If we leave, baby gets to leave with us.

Long as we like it. If we don't like it,

we'll drive it to a fire station

and safe-haven its ass.

Tell me again how Cam's even got
an opt-out clause after one season.

Because Cam has a fantastic manager.

But, listen, say... say we re-sign here.

Why you throwing salt on Atlanta?

Atlanta has been good to us so far.

- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

You know what's 20 miles outside Atlanta?

- I do not.
- Georgia.

Now that's unfair.

There's a lot of good
folks all over Georgia.

And those good folks
have allowed their state

to have a holiday honoring Robert
E. Lee. Day after Thanksgiving.

So what? Most people
take that day off anyway.

And they call it Black Friday.

Robert E. Would have hated that.

I have worked too hard on my education

for my next accomplishment to be a baby.

Ah.

Right now it's time for me to be me.

With you being you.

Mmm.

Okay.

Hey.

- Jimmy, how'd you know?
- M-Chuck called.

I was looking for Reggie, thinking
they might have been playing poker.

You have Jimmy's cell number?

He's helping me apply to colleges.

- Since when?
- Since I asked.

Not long. Happy to help.

I'd liked to have known that
you were applying for colleges.

- Really?
- I offered to write recommendations.

What, in state? Out of state?

- Early stages. I'll let you know.
- All right.

Since I'll probably be the one paying
for tuition, that would be nice.

You just spent tens of thousands
of dollars buying a car for Allison

that led to our uncle being hospitalized

and you're gonna nitpick
costs for my education?

I just want to know why you're bothering
the owner of my basketball team.

It came up in conversation.
I got my own aspirations.

It's not a problem. Really, I
dictate some stuff to my assistant,

she types it up, I sign it.

Who gives a shit what school

Mary Charles eventually
quits or flunks out of?

We're waiting to see if
my brother's gonna live.

How is he?

No word yet.

Jimmy, Allison. Allison, Jimmy.

Hi.

Hey, you didn't have to
come here, but thank you.

When you signed with my team, I said
I'd be there for you and your family.

That wasn't bullshit.

A lot of other bullshit
was bullshit, but not that.

Let me see what I can find out.

Reggie. Yeah, it's bad.

Why was Julius in Allison's car?

I don't know.

And when did Cam buy her a new car?

I don't know. He was rambling.

Haven't they been dating,
like, what, a month?

Haven't been keeping track,
but something like that, yeah.

Did you tell Cam to buy a woman
he met only a month ago a car?

I did not.

- Did he ask you about it?
- He did not.

I mean, doesn't he have to
run that kind of stuff by you?

Not if he chooses not to, no.

Allison really seems more like a
Mini Cooper kind of girl, right?

- Missy!
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm so nervous right now.

Fuck. I know, I am, too.

He's out there with his family.

I can't do it.

You can.

I can't, so I shouldn't.

Dr. Lang, a family needs
news, you have that news.

So do you. I'll watch and learn.

No, this shift is not about you watching.

It's about you doctoring with
all its concomitant shittiness.

Now, come on. You can do this.

Please don't make me do this.

You're a doctor, Kristine.

Hi. You're with Julius?

Yes, um, I'm his sister. How... how is he?

Your brother has perished.

Julius is dead?

Yes, he died. He's dead.

How is he dead?

The blunt force trauma of
the truck upon the car door

and in turn upon your
brother's thorax and abdomen

led to massive hemorrhaging

and the cessation of
functionality of his heart,

- lungs, kidneys, spleen...
- All right, we get it.

It was, uh, too much to overcome.

We're sorry. So very, very sorry.

The sorrow of the entire staff
is deeply felt at this moment.

Even though there was nothing to be done,

we tried to do everything we could do.

Any and everything. All the
things were done to no avail.

I'm sure he was a very nice man.

We're very sorry.

No, this is... no.

No.

No. No.

Oh, no.

Oh, no. No.

No.

Hey. Hey. A moment, please.

"Your brother has perished"?

So patients at this hospital are, what,

a quart of milk, a loaf of bread?

We're trying our best here, sir.

That can't be true.

Well, I'm sorry you feel that way.

Sorry or so very, very sorry?

Sir, I've had a very long day.

Yeah? Any relatives die?

Three men have died in
this ER since I arrived.

Well, maybe it's time to
hit the books again, Doc.

Study up. Try to trim those numbers down.

Who the hell do you think you are, pal?

Just a pal who built this place
a new wing for pediatric care.

That's me. James Flaherty. That's my name.

But a man shouldn't have to point
to a charity wall to get bad news

delivered less bluntly and more kindly
than what you two just vomited up.

That disastrous string of syllables

that you blurted out back
there, that was a bad plan.

I don't appreciate bad
plans and bad behavior.

I expect more from hospitals
that I have gifted wings to.

Shit, even from ones I haven't.

Hey, wing boy.

- This is a teaching hospital.
- Teach better.

I don't care how many
walls you put your name on,

you've got no right to come into
this ER and pop off on my residents.

She's learning, okay? She didn't arrive

a fully formed, perfect human
like you, Daddy Warbucks.

Mr. Flaherty is right.
I gave that news badly.

I'm sorry. I should be better.

I have it in me, I think, to be better.

But tonight I just...

Hey, I'm sorry.

Hey, I'm...

anger is a... there's...

I'm sorry.

Fuck off. Come on.

So, for the funeral,
I'll just need a church

with a pastor who doesn't hate lesbians

and a caterer with an endless
supply of shrimp for the repast.

And coffee. You know
those big coffee things.

People'll need coffee.

And a good limousine

to take his casket to the
church and to the grave.

- And not one of those funny, jokey ones.
- Hey.

The ones that people will think
we're the fucking Munsters.

I will make sure that the best people
will help your family through this.

Better get Mom home, get
her high or something.

Yeah, raid Uncle J's room.
He's got to have something.

Missy, can you take M-Chuck
and Aunt Cass home in our car?

We'll stay at the mansion tonight.

I got to stay behind with Cam.

Why don't you have Allison drive
you both home in the brand-new car

she didn't take that put
us all in this situation?

Yeah, so what exactly happened with that?

Can we not talk about that now?

Ignoring it don't change it.

All right. I got to go. I got to...

got to identify the body and stuff.

Reggie, just call Beckwith and
make sure the Atlanta Police

check that truck driver's
blood alcohol level.

They arrested him at
the scene, though, right?

They better have. That drunk was
drag racing on surface streets.

- We don't know if he was drunk.
- He was something.

You know, I bet you he didn't
have his mandated sleep.

Exactly. Verify that shit, Reg.

Because that would make it a criminal case

and allow for a civil suit.

They got to test his blood tonight.

All right, I will handle it.

Yo, can we please get the fuck
out of this godforsaken place?

All right. I got to go.

Hey, I'm sorry.

It's getting kind of late. I'm
gonna get you a ride, all right?

I want to wait with you.

No, Reggie and me got to
deal with some paperwork

and some other stuff, so...

I'm sorry I didn't take the car.

Oh, please. Let's not.

I can't.

M-Chuck is angry at me.

Yeah, so she's not thinking
right. None of us are.

It's... my car might have stalled out.

- It was my car. It was my fault.
- Babe.

Please, that's not true.

I don't want to leave you tonight.

Baby, I got to get home and rest.

Got a game tomorrow.

No one's gonna ask you to play.

Can I just get Jimmy to take you home?

I got to go identify the body.

I just... I want to do
this shit task with Reggie.

Just go get some sleep.

I'm so sorry.

Did you get to know Julius at all?

Me neither.

Seemed like a nice guy.

Proud of his family.

Always smiling.

Also used to call me Jiminy Cricket.

I hated that.

Fucking life, huh?

Everything's great until it ain't.

Get up.

Unc, look, I didn't mean
to put you on the spot

in front of Ma and M-Chuck asking
about love and all that earlier.

Sorry, I wasn't thinking.

Nonthinking is a fucked-up
side effect of being lovestruck.

Allison's worth all the side effects.

Oh, why you acting like you a virgin?

She makes me gloriously happy.

I feel the same way about heroin.

But love ain't opium,

so make sure you pick the
right girl to love, nephew.

Seriously, what's the name of
the girl that broke your heart?

Oxycontin.

I want to buy Allison a car.

Man, you didn't listen
to nothing that I said.

She must got the good good.

But she needs a car,
so I'm gonna get her one

because I can. You approve?

Can I keep the one you bought me?

- Yeah, of course.
- Then approve, yeah.

Man, you brought me a brand-new Escalade

and I ain't even fucking you.

'Cause if I had to fuck you, no, thanks.

I'm walking.

He's so cold.

Let's go, cousin.

Um, Mr. Calloway, your uncle's belongings.

Uh, sorry for your loss.

Uh, Cam, uh, you mind if we got a pic?

Do you mind if... if you got a pic?

No, no, give me your phone.

You want an autograph?
Want your car washed?

I'm sorry, he blurts without thinking.

No, no, no, no. Let's get the pic.

Now, what kind of filter
do you want to use?

No, fuck it, let's
just Snapchat this shit.

- Reggie.
- No, no, no, what part of our uncle just died

and is laying right in front of us
don't these two fucks understand?

Please just don't get me fired.

It's fine, all right? No worries.

No decency, hmm? No decorum?

Reggie. He said sorry. Chill.

I ain't nothing but chill, Cam.

I'm just chilling in the
morgue with these two fucks

that need to summon
up some simple decency.

You're absolutely right.

We're two fucks, yes.
We meant no disrespect.

Well, I'd hate to be around when
disrespect is your intention.

Reg, let's go.

Kill yourself.

I didn't need you to fly here tonight.

I was in Philadelphia. I have a plane.

He was your brother.

Do you remember how the
Catholic prayer "Glory Be" goes?

I do not.

But one moment.

"Glory Be" prayer.

Ah.

"Glory be to the Father and to the Son

and to the Holy Spirit."

Now as it was in the beginning
world without end, amen.

Oh, I was saying it wrong.

Uh, it probably doesn't even
work if you say it wrong.

I don't know what I'm doing.

I'm just doing this because
this is what we did as kids.

I still have my grandmother's rosary.

We were raised Catholic and the
only time we went to church down here

was some other, you know,
so-called Christian deal.

But we got kicked out because the
pastor hated Mary Charles' gayness.

Her gayness is sizable.

But not as big as the ignorance
of many religious sects.

What kind of religion
were you raised with?

In Communist China,

religiosity was actively discouraged.

My parents did not want to incur
the wrath of the establishment,

thus we cultivated a fervent secularity.

English, Chen.

No religion to speak of.

But more out of a lack of exposure to it

than a dismissal of its usefulness

in humanity's search for meaning.

The last thing Julius said

was that he wished he believed in God.

And now I'm worried that he's just
wandering around the afterlife,

locked out of the gates of
heaven because he didn't believe.

And at that moment of his death,

he realized that God really does exist

and he was like, "Shit! I fucked up."

And God was like, "Yep."

I mean, that's some shit right there.

That's... that's some unravelly
shit that I can do without.

He was the best darn brother
a girl could ever have.

He really was.

It's nice that Chen's here for your mom.

It's nice to be a billionaire with a jet.

Can be there for whoever,
whenever, good times, bad times.

What was Cassie saying about
college and Jimmy Flaherty?

I'm trying to forget.

I don't want to be tempted
to take an ax to her head.

Yeah.

That would be not great.

I want to go to college
because I don't want

to be just sitting around here in Atlanta

with no job, no relationship,
no doing nothing,

just living off my little brother's money.

You got an excuse. You're married.

Hey, I... I had a job that I gave up

before I came down here to support Reggie.

I'm getting another one.
Now that we're settled...

I'm not criticizing.

You got a husband. He makes money.

I'm sure you keep Reggie
happy in all the ways

that breeder women keep
their breeder men happy

until the point at which
they no doubt finally breed.

Then you have, like, a
new little Reggie or Missy

to show off and make your
unemployment seem worthwhile.

That's criticizing.

People don't give me the
same wide berth, you know?

So that's what college was...

is about.

Who knows?

Life's short, right?

But it's long if you don't know
what you're doing with your life.

I can't believe Uncle J is dead.

I've got to go to bed.

You're sleeping over, right?

I think the guest room off
the elevator has clean sheets.

Thank you.

Who'd ever thought we'd live
in a house with a elevator?

He wouldn't have been in that
car if I didn't buy the new one.

He wouldn't be in Atlanta if you
weren't a famous basketball player.

If I don't buy Allison the new car,

Uncle J is never in her old car.

Hey, Cam, we are smarter

than this kind of conversation.

On a night like this, it is a mistake

that we shouldn't make, so we won't.

Let's just rest.

My mistake is not calling
you before I bought the car.

'Cause if I had called you

and said, "Reggie, what
do you think about this?"

you would have said,
"Oh, it's a bad idea."

And I would have been pissed
that you were nixing it,

but I would have known you were right

because you always are.

Uncle J would still be alive

and we would not be where we are.

I ain't always right.

And I wouldn't have stopped
you from buying the car.

Don't lie, Reg. I can own this.

Own what? What... what do you want to own?

Huh? You dig this girl.

You dig this girl in a way that
I have never seen you dig a girl

and her car was busted.

Cam, the metric ton of money

that you have spent on all
the people that you love

and then all the other people that feel

they somehow helped you
succeed is staggering.

It's staggering.

Man, little have you just
purely spent on yourself

or a girl that you dug, most of it,

if not all of it, you have
spent on everybody else.

And then here comes this girl

that just makes you
feel good to be around.

She's not falling at your feet,

she's got her own job, she
ain't chasing after you,

and she needed a car.

And you step in like a man with a
cape to bestow some goodness upon her.

Now, that's you, cousin.

That's you all the way through.

Now, it ain't me.

I know it ain't me.

You one in a million, man.

And you made yourself
into a man with a cape.

Don't beat yourself up for wearing it.

Do not beat yourself up for
doing what cape-wearing heroes do.

And don't turn good
gestures, kind gestures,

into anything bad.

You make good things happen
for so many people, man.

Me, M-Chuck, Aunt Cass,
Missy, Uncle Julius,

we all better off because of one person.

That is you.

Uncle Julius was proud
as shit of you, Cam.

Nobody ever enjoyed your
success more than he did.

He never missed a game,
never missed nothing.

He didn't need credit
for being a great uncle.

He just loved us and he
basked in us being us,

watching us succeed.

I got to...

we got... we got a busy few days.

Missy's asleep in the guest room.

House got five guest rooms.

Yeah, I'll just... I'll
walk towards the snoring.

You want me to get you out
of your game tomorrow night?

No.

That's why we're here in Atlanta.

I can't believe this shit, man.

All right.

- See you in the morning.
- All right.

Yo, Unc, did you think
back when we was in Boston

that we'd be balling like this?

Why you think I stuck around?

- Come on, man, I'm serious.
- No, I'm serious, too.

Why'd you think I took
your snotty-nosed ass

down to them drug-infested
playgrounds to shoot around?

'Cause I knew we'd be living like this.

- For real?
- Yeah.

Not giving a car away
to a girl you just met,

but certainly for me.

Jheri curls?

Fuck.

Yo, dude, what the fuck?

You can't be doing shit
like this here down South.

I am lying in bed and I see the
reflection of the flames in the window,

so I'm thinking, shit, there's some
fucking cross burning shit happening.

Hey, come on.

Ready to squat down and shit
in my hand and give it...

throw it, hurl it down at the
first white-hooded prick I see.

But instead...

Sorry.

Just glad it was the car
that was on fire and not you.

Fuck, it won't go out.

Look, let it go.

You know, it's better that
this thing burns beyond repair.

I don't want it on the
road anymore for anyone.

I'll pay for you to go to college.

Anywhere.

You won't flunk.

You won't quit.

I believe in you, you know,

like you believed in me.

Uncle J's death ain't your fault.

I know.

Do you?

Fuck!

Now that is your fault.

"Lord, make me an
instrument of Your peace.

Where there is hatred, let me sow love;

where there is injury, pardon."

God, open Your gates for my uncle.

He did a lot of stupid shit, yeah, but...

I think he deserves a spot.

Hey, Jimmy. Thanks for
coming last night. Morning.

Any excuse to leave a black-tie
event is a good excuse.

Well, hopefully your next excuse
won't involve a tragic death.

- How's Cam?
- He's still sleeping.

Good, I know how it
feels when an uncle dies.

When I was 11, my Uncle
Joe was shot in the head

by a woman who was not my aunt.

Oh, Jesus. Sorry.

If you make promises you plan on breaking

while having sex with people
who are not your spouse,

you run the risk of
bullets entering your skull.

Exiting your skull,
too, in my uncle's case.

Sounds more like a cellmate story.

Yeah, I got to practice sharing that story

without the skull part.

I'm putting your aunt in touch with
the best funeral director in town.

Let me know how else I can help.

And let me know if Cam wants tonight off.

We're playing the Knicks,
so no worries if he does.

Hey, thank you, Jimmy.

If you're gonna steal my shit,
at least let me sleep through it.

Sorry.

When someone dies in China,

we mourn for 49 days of
prayer and remove all mirrors.

Oh, good for China, but
leave my mirror alone.

I'm not walking around looking
like shit for the next 49 days.

The belief is that if one
sees a reflection of a coffin

in the mirror, another death will occur.

Well, tell your countrymen to just
leave their coffins out the house.

Can't believe he's really gone.

There's a Chinese proverb.

"All of life is a dream walking.

All of death is a going home."

Well, respect to proverbs,

pretty words don't plan funerals.

I'm the one left walking around the house

with the sudden burden of
having to plan a funeral

and a burial and a...
and a post-funeral repast.

Selfish Julius.

Selfish, shit-starting motherfucker.

I am here to help.

And you have a family to
shoulder your burden, too.

Every journey starts with a step.

And every quote don't need quoting.

You call the cops about that trucker?

Beckwith is working on it.

They got to do a toxicology
report on Uncle J, too.

- It's gonna take a while.
- Watch, they gonna blame Uncle J, Reg.

You got to be there when
they test that stuff.

And how you figure I'm invited?

I ain't the county coroner.

Doctors lie, and you know this.

- Chen, can you get that, baby?
- Will do.

All right, people, we got shit
to do. Meet me in the kitchen.

Good morning to you, too, Ma.

Ain't nothing good about it.

Y'all better prepare for
me to be blunt all day.

It's the only way that I can
cope without falling apart.

First things first, how and where
are we gonna bury your uncle?

Cremation's probably
better for the environment.

Fuck the environment. Julius was a man.

Not gonna set him on fire and
reduce him to a pile of dust.

We're gonna give him a proper casket

and we're gonna bury him in the ground.

- Now, the question is will it be Boston or Atlanta?
- Boston.

- Fuck Boston.
- He spent most of his life there.

But he left with all of us and he was
the happiest he had ever been here.

- Till he got hit by a truck.
- That wasn't his fault.

- We don't know that yet.
- Food delivery.

"With sympathy from
Richard and Dihane Freeman."

Who's Richard and Dihane Freeman?

Atlanta philanthropists whose
names are on every museum in town.

Sympathy food from strangers
'cause Cam's famous.

This is stupid.

- Baby.
- Boston is where his friends are.

Cam, if we have the funeral
in Boston, people will show up

for reasons that got nothing
to do with mourning Uncle J

and everything to do with shoving
their grubby hands in your pockets.

I'm afraid Reggie is right. Plus we're
not gonna visit a grave in Boston.

People never visit the grave
anyway. They just say they will.

Well, this here is the saying stage

and I say that the
burial will be in Atlanta.

Barbecue from the Atlanta Falcons'

front office with sympathy.

From our close friends that we don't
know and we never met at the Falcons.

I want to have a church funeral.

Thought you said his last words
were "I wish I believed in God."

He could have been in midsentence.

Yeah, maybe he passed before
he was about to add "earlier."

Like, "I wish I believed in God earlier."

- Unlikely.
- How about if I toss you through a windshield

and let's see if you have
trouble finishing your sentences?

Hey, I don't recall Uncle J as a believer.

He had this prayer card in his wallet.

Who the fuck's St. Francis?

Can we not with the fucking
language every fucking minute?

St. Francis loved animals.

Uncle J shot a deer and
killed the neighbor's dog.

Well, this card is proof that
he was asking for forgiveness.

Let's forget about what
he did or didn't say.

If Uncle J didn't believe in
God, why'd he have this card?

Because he bought stupid
shit at the car wash.

He also had a Tupac snow
globe and Day-Glo Silly Putty.

It don't mean nothing.

I love Silly Putty.

That prayer card is from
a Catholic church downtown.

Well, maybe they knew him.
We can have the funeral there.

Last time you guys went to
church, you stole their flowers

and Chuck chucked Bibles at the pastor.

That church was not the right fit.

And they were hymnals, not Bibles.

Look, if we're doing this for Uncle J,

I say we taxidermy him
and... and throw a bash

with him sitting right
here chilling one last time.

DJs, food. No church, just chill.

Hire some strippers to grind on him.

Real or taxidermy?

Can you imagine if he got wood?

I had Gran's rosary out last night.

Julius and I were baptized Catholic.

Uh, we never went like a lot of people do,

but Reggie and Cam went
to a Catholic high school.

And once you get past the molesting shit,

you know, the... the
Catholics have a good message.

But this... this card
is a sign that Julius,

he should have a Catholic funeral.

A couple of Uncle J's friends
are texting about services.

- We should fly his friends down.
- No, we shouldn't.

Julius would want his friends here.

Well, he ain't here, so it don't matter.

Maybe he's watching from the other side,

hoping we do what he wants.

Ain't no other side. It's
just above ground and below.

You don't know whether or
not there's another side.

And unless you want to find out whether
your supposition is true, shut the fuck up.

- Ma, language.
- We can fly them down on my plane.

I can help make arrangements for
the friends coming in from Boston.

Well, arrange for a big pain in the ass.

Let's greet this shitty day.

Hey, let me know if you're skipping
the game tonight. Team's asking.

Okay, so how long till the worms
start chewing up my uncle's corpse?

You did not just ask that.

If we're not cremating, I need to
know when the worms start feasting.

You don't. I don't.

Then you can make like ashes and scatter.

Worms, truth.

My wife's lasagna with sympathy.

- Thank you, Clay.
- Uh, full disclosure.

It's veggie lasagna. It's not great.

- Well, thank you.
- Reggie, I got some unwelcome news.

You gonna make me eat this now?

There was a dashboard
video from the truck.

My contacts at the Atlanta
Police Department have seen it.

Your uncle ran the red light.

The accident was Julius' fault.

He wasn't wearing a seat belt.

Also, there was marijuana in
the car and... along with a pipe.

Mm, apart from that, though,
he's completely blameless?

Oh.

I want to see that video.

I shall arrange it.

And the truck driver was clean?

He passed every test.

Said he had plenty of rest.

His, uh, blood was clean.

Skid marks showed a quick reaction

and every effort to stop.

They have telemetry on
all these things, Reggie.

Truck driver's completely traumatized.

Do we know if the poor
traumatized trucker was speeding?

He was not. Again, they...
they have the measurements.

I'm very sorry, Reggie.

I wish that made me feel better.

Is there anything I can do for you?

Raise my uncle from the dead and
make the accident not his fault.

Short of that, eat some
of this fucking food.

Did Julius talk to you about God?

Julius was Julius.

He'd eat, play dominoes
with the other men.

- Julius hung out with the priests?
- Oh, no, no.

I'm talking about the
Monday night men's meal.

- Oh.
- I'm proud to say it's considered

the best meal for the
homeless in this city.

Atlanta's homeless people are on Yelp now?

Not proud that as a society
we still have so many homeless,

but as Jesus said, "The poor
will always be with you."

Julius was a good man.

Uh, he just never told us that he
was volunteering to feed the homeless.

He never boasted.

Cassie, he wasn't a volunteer.

He was homeless.

He came here to eat.

That lying mother...

Hey.

Hey.

How you doing?

Not great.

Yeah.

You?

Not great.

Sorry I've been quiet today.

Dealing with the funeral.

I understand. No worries.

You want to come to the game tonight?

I would. I would.

All right, I'll leave you tix.

You want me to send a car service for you?

No, I'm... my dad got me a rental car.

- Cool.
- Okay.

- Have a good game.
- Thanks.

See you after.

We're up to 11 so far.

Everyone's touched to be included.

And everyone's upset. This one
guy, Pookie, was very, very upset.

It's Poo-kie. Spelled like cookie.

Yeah, but it's pronounced Poo-kie.
The word poo is right there, Missy.

Okay, well, however he and everyone
else wants to pronounce it wrong,

he's getting a ride to
the airport in Boston

with, uh, Rome, Silk, Yayo and Cakebread.

Rome is a good dude.

Cakebread, not so much.
And Yayo, I don't know.

Um, Cassie gave me all
these nicknames and numbers,

but I need real names
for reservations at the W.

The W? No, no, no. Absolutely not.

We're not putting these fools up at the W.

The Hampton Inn or Courtyard
Marriott if we get a rate.

And did you tell them that
they're in charge of incidentals

or any smoking fees or
extra room cleaning fees?

- I did not.
- Missy, you...

I am a stranger calling

to tell them their friend has died.

Oh, real quick.

- Uh, T-Low does not have a
phone. - Course he doesn't.

So you have to text Jemarius
and get his Aunt Carol's number.

Call Aunt Carol's phone, leave a message,

and then T-Low will call you
back from Aunt Carol's landline

or a pay phone if he finds one.

All right.

I know, it's a lot to absorb.

No, it's fine. I don't mind
doing all this for T-Low.

You know what, Missy?
I'd like to take some time

to absorb all this fucking shit myself

without putting up 20 dudes from Boston.

Looking more like 12 or 13.

No, no, hood 12 goes to
25 before you know it.

There'll be people hanging on the wings,

- stowing away in the wheel wells.
- Baby. Baby.

- What?
- Come on.

Julius would be happy that
his friends are coming.

This ain't for him. This is for us.

It's for your aunt most of all.

But let's just do what she asked, okay?

I have a shuttle van picking them up.

I... uh, they leave Boston at
noon. I will check them all in

and take them to a
family style restaurant.

- All you can eat.
- Okay.

For a flat fee and free refills

because these sons of bitches, Missy,

they drink soda after soda after soda.

They're like soda camels. Soda camels?

They'll take advantage, okay? This...

Okay. It's okay.

This is like our wedding

except it's not fun.

It'll be fun again.

Just not now.

So what do you think about the dress?

I think it's sexy.

It's a funeral. I'm not going for sexy.

Then you cannot go to the funeral.

In fact, you cannot go anywhere.

So I shouldn't show
any part of my titties?

To me, yes. To the funeral, no.

Oh, jeez. Look, if you got
food, please send it back.

It looks like Costco fucked
the Epcot Center in here.

Hello. My name is Dr. Lang
from the hospital last night.

I'm here because I feel terrible

about how I delivered
the news about your uncle.

No worries. You... you did great.

I did not. I strive to be the
best I can and I was not that.

Your family deserved better.

Did you come here to
start a fucking argument?

- No.
- Okay, was it great?

Maybe great's not the right word.

Is there room for improvement?

I'm not here to judge,
but, yes, definitely.

It was a shitty thing, it's a shitty job.

Not that the job is shitty,

it's just this whole
thing, it's all shitty.

Except this. This...

I'm sure your being here is violating
some sort of official code of conduct,

but probably more so 'cause corporations

need to cover their ass
than genuine human kindness.

You didn't have to do it, so it's great

that you felt it and did
it and didn't have to.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

I believe you.

Thank you.

Me, too.

Thank you.

Okay. Oh, okay.

Okay. Okay.

Bows. We're bowing.

Good.

Morgan?

Cam, 51 points.

10 out of 12 three-pointers.

Tell us what you were feeling.

My teammates moved the ball well.

Team defense. It was a good team win.

You scored half the points.

The guys got me open looks.

Yes?

Cam, your uncle passed last night.

So do you think your uncle
was watching over you?

You know, helping those shots fall?

Ha ha, yeah!

Cake, not the time for selfies.

Well, thank you for the
private jet etiquette,

but it's not every day
we get to fly in a jet.

You ain't in it yet and you won't
be if you don't put this away.

- You don't get to make up the rules.
- This rule is already made.

When you going to your friend's
funeral, you don't celebrate shit.

What if I don't smile?

You think Julius wouldn't have
had this shit all over Instagram?

Come on now.

On behalf of my mother and my family,

I look out, I see a lot of...

a lot of faces.

Some from the team and from the arena.

I just want to thank
everybody for being here.

My Uncle Julius was... was a great man.

And what made him great
was his boundless love

that he had for his family.

All he wanted was for his sister

and his... his sister's
kids to... to be happy, safe,

and to be healthy.

And he strove to make that want real.

He liked food and dancing

and food and... and music

and food and dominoes

and sleeping and hard work,

you know, which he did a
lot of until I... I went pro

and I told him he can quit.

Quit his job, but he never
quit being there for us.

Kids need grown-ups

to impart certain things about life

and my mother was amazing at that.

She... she gave me my fierceness,

my drive, and my resilience.

But when your father's not in your life

the way my father wasn't,

my mom knew that we... we needed a man

to fill those undefinable

yet necessary wisdom gaps

that a young... you know,
young idiot like me needs

to... to make his way through life.

When your mom is breaking her back

working and providing,

who might pick up that dude slack?

Who's gonna be that man to be the man?

And for my sister, for me, for Reggie,

that... that man was Uncle Julius.

Uncle J didn't... he
didn't try to be a dad.

He couldn't be. You know,
he didn't want to be.

Uncle J considered himself
to be a walking miracle.

He was a 45-year-old straight black male

who didn't have any kids.

And despite his appearance,
he was responsible.

But if you're here and
you're a secret kid,

you can see me after.

- Uncle J was... he was a friend.
- Yeah.

You know, he was a coach.

He was a secret keeper.

He was the most loyal man that I knew.

He was just...

an uncle.

Someone who was there,

you know, stepping in,

stepping up.

Always.

Sometimes that's all you
really need from an uncle.

Someone who's there,
someone who's available

and who's interested in
who you're becoming...

and where you want to
go, who you want to be.

My Uncle Julius was there...

always.

And now he's not.

That's the hardest part.

It's okay, baby.

It's okay.

Think I got a shot with M-Chuck?

Julius said it'll never happen.

No, what he said was over his dead body.

They say only the good die young,

so I knew Julius would live forever

because he wasn't shit.

Thanks, Cake. I really needed that.

But, you know, baby girl,
if you need anything else.

Cake.

You still on your woman thing?

It's not a thing. It's me.

All right. But, hey, look,

if you ever think about
getting it in with a real man,

- can I get first dibs?
- No.

There's nothing wrong with real D.

I could be like your personal trainer.

Not now, not ever.

The future's unwritten.

Mary Charles, did he just say something
I need to beat the fuck out of him for?

Thanks, Pookie, but I don't think the
fuck can be beaten out of Cakebread.

That's the thing. Beckwith told
me there's dashboard cam video.

Uncle J ran a red light.

Crash is his fault.

You know, the two of you did
really, really good today.

Thanks.

It's a nice party, right?

Party?

Cam, Reggie.

- It's me, Squeeze.
- Holy shit, Squeeze.

- Yo.
- Hey, man.

I know I wasn't invited,
but I took the Greyhound

'cause I wanted to pay my respects.

I'm sorry I missed the funeral.

Fucking bus made so many stops, man.

Spent more time stopped than driving.

But your uncle, man,

he made it so I didn't
get kicked out of the army.

He was so cool to me
when he was dating my mom.

He made my life.

Dude, thanks for the effort, man.

And welcome. We appreciate it.

Shit hit me hard.

I still got the ugly cry face,
but I'm gonna keep it together.

I don't want to scare none of these folks.

Ah, there's plenty of people
crying and laughing, too.

- Telling stories.
- Yeah, let's get you something to eat, man.

Is all this food free?

Jimmy, I didn't know you were a burner.

Oh, there's a lot you don't know
about me, Chen. Let's keep it that way.

When Reggie and I first dated,
he bought me a diamond necklace.

- I didn't accept it.
- Why not?

Because it was extravagant.

And like you, I'm not the kind of woman

distracted by extravagance.

Right thought, right actions,

sincerity of mind and heart...

these are the things
that I need from a man.

And I got them.

Diamonds can come in time.

You were right to turn down that car.

You hear me?

Oh, this glass got that good clink.

People...

we appreciate your
outpouring of love for Julius.

If there's one thing my
brother knew how to do,

it was how to have a good time.

So I don't care how down y'all are,

but for Julius' sake,

we are gonna turn up.

Watch over us.

Man, don't make me drink alone.

This is gonna be difficult.

Life is for the living.

We got to still live.

To Uncle J.

Here, Father. I've been collecting change.

Give it to your biggest alcoholic.

They're the happiest homeless.

- Thank you, Julius.
- Yeah.

You got anything special for me?

Sure, I do.

Lookie here, lookie here.

Mmm.

Yeah, you got something to cut it with?

Oh, will this prayer card work?

Oh, yeah. Is water wet?

- Who is this?
- That's St. Francis.

Oh, St. Francis. The one
that messed with the animals?

- Yes.
- Oh, okay.

Well, his name is St. El Choppo now.

- Oh.
- Yes.

And I have something here

that'll make a nun get naked.