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All my life, I've been a people person.

I get along with everybody.

Get off me, man! Get off me!

Kitchen's our side of the prison.

- You don't belong here, boy.
- I ain't never been a boy, man.

I was born with a grown-man
dick, you understand?

Looked like a baby arm holding an apple.

Leave him alone!

I suggest you step off
before you get dealt with.

Come on, Billy. He don't
belong on our side.

Tray's good.

He's the one I told you made
those "Poppin' Off Tarts."

For your birthday?

Yeah, the ones with the sprinkles.

Aw, hell, man. Those
were the shit. My bad.

Whatever, man. You
tried to kill me, man.

We're good. For now.

B, good looking.

They gonna put me on the set, man.

- Somebody gotta hold me down.
- Nah, Tray.

That ain't you. I got a better idea.

Come on.

Yo, Cookie.

This here's the dishwasher
I told you about... Tray.

I thought he could help you out.

Nah, I don't need no help.

Wait a minute, Cookie.

Before you say no, why don't
you give me your leftover

- ingredients and watch the magic.
- Okay.

Okay, all I need is the salt from this.

Put some SPAM in here.
Who doesn't love SPAM?

Once I separate the spoiled
part of this potato salad,

the paprika is all I need.

My version of hot wings.

I call them "Ghetto Burners"

'cause they're made with the
pepper spray from the guards.

Good, huh?

I just got an erection for
the first time in years.

How did you figure this out?

Just like how the slaves took
parts of the hogs and bitter roots

and they invented soul food.

I just did what I could
do with what I had.

So, what do you think, Cookie?

You gonna let me train under you?

Otherwise, the Brotherhood...

they're gonna cut me from hole to hole

and have me looking like a black piñata.

Billy, let the Brotherhood know
that Tray works with me.

He's neutral.

Thank you, Cookie. Thank you so much.

And you can pay me back with
some of those special recipes.

Like I said, I get along with everybody.

Listen, nobody likes to remind you

that you ain't shit more than me.

In fact, you ain't shit.

But look, gentlemen, you're not
supposed to be down on yourself.

This is why I try to motivate you.

Y-You think I don't understand
how hard it is to get back

out there in the
workplace and start over?

- I do, because I've done it.
- Mullins, the struggle is real.

I don't care how many
résumé classes you give us.

Or interview classes.

Or "redding" classes.

- Reading class.
- Reading classes, Big Country.

Look, if you live here, you work.

That's the agreement that you
all signed up when you got here,

so if you don't want to
work, live somewhere else.

You're not hearing me, Mullins.

I'm not saying I don't want to work.

I'm just saying maybe I'd be
better off doing it for myself.

As what, a Biz Markie impersonator?

Come on, man, as a chef.

Everybody here know what I'm good at.

I been cooking for y'all ever
since I've been here, okay?

I just want to create someplace

where people be happy with my food,

with something that I made.

But you wouldn't know about that,

'cause you don't know
about dreams, Mullins.

I wouldn't know about dreams?

You guys... see, y'all
think that this halfway house

is the end for me, but it's not.

It's only the beginning.

Don't tell me 'bout some dreams.

Matter of fact, here.
Y'all fill out these forms.

I need y'all to go out and
get five job inquiries on there

a day, with real names and real places,

- 'cause I'm gonna check them.
- Uh, well, I'm gonna need a new one.

I filled this out with
names of Wu-Tang Clan.

Are you serious, Big Country?

You misspelled "RZA"?

It's three letters.

- Thank you.
- There you go.

Mom finally lets you walk us to
school, and we're gonna be late.

Yeah, I just need one more signature
to get Mullins off my back.

Wait, so you're not really
interested in any of these jobs?

Well, that's the problem,
Amira. They're just jobs.

I want to focus my energy
on something bigger,

like opening my own restaurant!

You know, 90% of the restaurants
go under in the first year.

There, see, there you go.

Why you gotta do the whole
Darth Vader thing with me?

You know what I mean?

I knew a dude on death row that was
more positive than you, Shahzad.

Didn't you ever have stuff in life

that you wanted to do one day?

It was getting a
perfect-attendance award,

but you're ruining that
by making us late now.

Mnh-mnh! 'Cause we
here! Look! Relax, okay?

I'll see you guys later. I love you.

Come on.

Y'all too cool to say "I
love you" to your father?

We haven't known you that long.

You guys have a good
time, okay? See you later.

One more signature.

You're an ex-felon?

Yep, not Rothman material.

I just need you to
sign this sheet right...

Actually, we are part of a community
re-entry employment program.

Uh, we receive incentives for
offering entry-level positions

and training, so if you could
just fill out this application...

Entry-level?

You know, uh, janitorial,

groundskeeping, that kind of thing.

Let me just level up with you, man.

I wanna be a chef.

You know, so if you just do
me a solid, sign this sheet,

you know, just to say I tried.

Okay, well, let me come
clean with you, as well.

We're a bit behind in our
quota for the re-entry program

to qualify for the incentives,
so if you could do me a solid

and just fill out the application...

just so we both can say that we tried?

Same time?

Same time.

Okay, so, what's the difference
between a secant and a chord?

- Girl, I don't know!
- Don't worry. It's easy.

Okay, so a chord terminates on
the circumference of a circle,

- and a secant...
- Oh, goes on indefinitely!

- There you go, Sheila, hey!
- Hey!

Ooh, turn it up. That's my part.

♪ Aye, I need to fill up the tank ♪

♪ No, I need to fill up the safe ♪

♪ I need to let all these hoes know ♪

♪ That none of they niggas is safe ♪

- Hey!
- Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Hey! We don't use that word.

Dad, be cool.

No, my house, my rules.

I'll call you back, Sheila.

- Thanks for ruining homework.
- Sorry.

It's my job.

See? I tried.

Five signatures, still nothing.

Nothing.

The Rothman School called.

You got a job working
in their cafeteria.

Wait a minute.

I got a job in the cafeteria?

I'm a chef!

No, I saw how much you're getting paid.

Trust me. You're a cook.

Yeah, you just watch.

Yeah, this is what I call a drum solo.

Hey, Sheila. You ready
for the geometry test?

You know it, girl! Okay, bye, Mom.

That's Sheila?

You let a white girl use
the N-word around you?

It was in a song. It
wasn't in a bad way.

Any way is the bad way.

White people buy more
hip-hop than us, okay?

Every artist knows that.

So they must be okay with
them saying the N-word, too.

No, I'm not talking about
rappers being okay with it.

You shouldn't be.

Listen, I feel like our
generation is kind of

taking the word back, you know?

Defusing its negativity.

Only black people can
take that word back,

not little white girls named
Sheila who play field hockey.

Lacrosse. Don't stereotype.

Just like the only black girl in
class shouldn't be on C.P. time.

- Bye!
- I'm not okay with that term either. Bye.

- Bye, bye.
- Bye.

Have a good day.

- Hi.
- Oh.

You're Sheila's mom,
right? Josh Birkeland.

Sheila and my daughter,
Amira, they're friends.

Oh, yeah, hi, hi.

Yeah, Sheila talks
about Amira all the time.

- It's nice to meet you.
- Yeah, you, as well.

This is gonna seem like it's
sort of out of nowhere, but, uh,

something happened while
the girls were studying,

and I thought you'd want to know, so...

Uh-oh, if it's that Sheila's
dumb as a brick, don't worry.

I already know. Thank God she's pretty.

That wasn't it.

Um, no, uh, Sheila used the N-word.

Oh, no.

They were singing along
to some hip-hop music,

and I overheard her say it.

- I was like...
- Oh.

Oh, well, it was in the song.

Yes. Yes, it was, but
it's still... the N-word.

Did Amira say it?

That doesn't matter.

I'm... I'm just saying, you know,

in situations like this,

you have to admit, it's a little
bit... confusing, you know?

Okay, you know what? Let me, uh,

let me make things a little
less confusing for you, okay?

Uh, I'm married to a black
woman with two black kids,

and I'm not comfortable
with your white daughter

- using the N-word around my black daughter.
- Oh.

I'm not comfortable with Amira using it.

There is too much history
behind what that word means.

I-I, uh, I'll talk to Sheila.

Thank you.

We're Jewish, by the way.

- Thank you.
- Yo, what up, Tray?

- What's wrong?
- Nothing, young Jedi.

Just serving lunch.

Honestly, I thought I'd
be serving my dishes.

Quinoa? What is that?

That's Indian for "cream of wheat."

Here. Try some of this.

Wrap your mouth around
that. Tell me what you think.

What is this? This is so good! Oh, yeah!

That's my "C-Block Macaroni and Cheese"

made with four different cheeses.

You got Cheetos in there,
you got cheese puffs,

Cheez Whiz, and most importantly,

you got government cheese.

- It is baked into that.
- Wow.

Yeah, see that look right there?

That's why your father
does what he does.

'Cause I want to bring
people joy with my food.

Do you think I can have
this for my lunch instead?

If you think that was good,

I'm-a lay some more treats on you.

Travel with that, beloved.

Does this have sugar in it?
That's against school policy.

Guaranteed to make your foot go numb.

You gonna be on insulin for life.

I wish the other kids
could taste your cooking.

I'm-a lay some more treats
on you later, so remember,

tell a friend to tell a friend.

- Gotcha.
- Okay.

Hey, Shahzad.

I love you.

Oh, come on, man.

- Oh.
- Mm-hmm.

That's great, yes.

- Hmm?
- Yeah.

You would've been so
proud of me just now.

Oh, yeah? What happened?

Well, yesterday, I overheard
Sheila use the N-word.

Sheila better not have
called my baby girl a nigger.

No, no. They... they were
singing along to a hip-hop song.

- Oh.
- I talked to Sheila's mom,

and she agreed to talk to Sheila.

Okay, great, thank you.

- Good.
- Mwah.

Yeah.

So, when you talk to
Sheila or Sheila's mom,

there's no need to bring it up.

- I wasn't going to.
- I know.

I just, uh,

I think I already said
everything you would've wanted

to say anyway, so...

Got that.

But why is it okay for you
to say something, but not me?

I'm saying there's no... there's
no need for you to overreact.

You talked to her mom because

she said a word that was in a rap song.

- That's overreacting.
- Really?

Yeah, I don't know why
you're lecturing me.

I'm not, it's just...
you know how you are

about, you know, certain things.

How am I?

Certain things, they make you...

go off.

Oh, is that why you
talked to Sheila's mom?

Because you thought I
would "go off" on her?

Well, yeah, kind of, yes.

First of all, I know
how to talk to people.

Second, why are you all of a
sudden so concerned about me?

Because you scare white
people when you get mad.

Wow.

I didn't mean it like that.

- Shay.
- I don't want to scare you.

Shay, I'm... I'm sorry
I hurt your feelings.

It should not have come out that way,

but if I'm being honest,

you have a history of
scaring white people.

Why's she doing me like
this? I'm rich, bitch!

Look at me. Look at this dress.

This dress $700. You see these shoes?

Don't tell me to be quiet,
okay? I got a library card.

So do my man. As a matter of fact,

we done donated a gag of money
to this little raggedy library.

This is where I live, okay?!

I've been living here
for quite some time!

Josh, tell him. This is my property,

that we live here as husband and wife!

Tell him!

Wha... What? Those
were actual incidents.

Usually when you ask me for evidence

to back up my arguments, I can't.

So you think all of those
things happened for no reason?

May I see your ID?

Sure, but why'd you ask for my ID?

You didn't ask for that young
lady's ID that was just here.

- I was just doing my job, ma'am.
- But do you know her?

Ladies, could you please keep it down?

- This is a library.
- Shh!

What, really?

Security, really?

Aw, my keys.

Dark complexion... excuse
me. Is this your car?

Yes. Can you help me get my keys?

Okay, yeah, she's
getting a little agitated.

Call the police. Maybe they can
get my keys out of here.

See? I have plenty of
reasons to go off every time.

I'm sorry. You're right.

Thank you.

- It's just...
- It's just what?

I still think there may be

a better way to handle
certain situations.

For me? Or for other people?

Can't really control
other people's behavior,

but you do catch more flies with honey.

Well, go fuck yourself, honey.

Cop it and go.

I'll have the off-the-menu item, please.

Roll with wisdom.

I'll have the illegal stuff, please.

- Illegal?
- Yeah, the illegal.

Oh, I-I don't know
what you talking about.

I only have what's on this menu, man.

The block is hot right now, man.

I like it hot. That's fine, Mr. Barker.

Come on. The fuzz is on my back, man.

- What?
- I got to lay low, man.

Not right now. All eyes are on me.

Come back later. Get!

- Aah!
- Hey, Mr. Barker.

Timmy, you scared the shit out of me!

You told me to come back later.
Can I please have the goods now?

I don't know, Timmy. I'm
looking in your eyes, man.

You're just jonesing too hard.

I'll pay you. I'll pay... I'll pay you.

Timmy, I don't do this for the money.

- I just love to cook.
- Please! I need this.

Get yourself together, Timmy.

- Busted, Mr. Barker.
- Aw, hell, nah!

What is this?

Chocolate M&M and Cocoa
Puff muffin, that's it.

No, this is diabetes
on a plate, Mr. Barker.

Follow me to my office.

You're free to leave, Timothy.

- Sorry you got fired, cuzzo.
- Thanks. You know what?

I miss feeding the kids already, man.

I just want a job with a purpose.

What it sounds like is that
you need to work for you.

Start your own restaurant, cuzzo.

Man, you know my money
ain't long like that, Bobby.

- I told you that.
- All right, all right, all right, so, look, listen.

What if the restaurant had wheels?

Yes. Yes! Do not tell Mullins.

But I'm actually about to use

something I learned
in one of his classes.

I know where you going. Prop comedy.

- You know something? The way you think...
- Yeah.

...it's gotta be a disorder.

Mullins is good.

Did you see what he
did with the cucumber?

- That's the one.
- Whoo-hoo!

Look, I'm sorry, Tray.

You don't qualify for the loan,
because you have no credit.

Zero, zilch.

I'm-a be straight with
you, man. I was locked up.

I never had a credit card before.

I'm just trying to get my life together.

That's why I got to hit you with this.

Bam.

Business plan.

Yeah, it's... interesting.

Um...

but, look, even if you qualify
for a loan for the truck,

you're still looking at another
$50,000 for equipment and the permit.

- Say what?
- Damn.

All right, all right, I got this, cuzzo.

Run my credit.

Sure, yeah, um, what's the Social?

All right, here we go.

Here we go. One of these.

All right... uh, oh, here a good one.

This one's got a white last name.

Okay, all right, you want the Jewish.

Smickleson. Huh?

Daniels, party of two?

Hi.

I wanted to apologize
again, about last night.

So you thought inviting me
to my favorite restaurant

would get you out of the doghouse?

Yeah, I was hoping.

You know what?

If I'm being honest, I do
lose my temper sometimes.

But you have to understand,

there are plenty of times when I don't.

It's not easy being a black woman.

I can be mad about the same stuff that

a white chick would be upset about,

and people would consider
me to be angry or a bitch.

I mean, I get it. I do. I really get it.

No, you don't. And it's okay.

If I had one black homegirl,

I could be having this same
conversation with her right now,

and she would understand
exactly where I'm coming from.

But I just got you,

and I need you to not worry
about what other people think

and have my back whether
I'm right or wrong,

because you're my husband.

Now, come on. Let's eat.

Right this way, please.

Wait, didn't they come in after me?

They sure did.

I'm sorry, but I think
we were here before them.

- I'm sorry, what is your name?
- It's Josh Birkeland.

- They were before you.
- No, they weren't.

I-I watched them come in after my wife.

Okay, so this is unacceptable.

This is unacceptable.

You know what? We're leaving.

- Honey?
- We are?

Yeah, we're gonna leave.
We are gonna leave.

This sucks! We come here a lot!

Can I have a match?

Thanks.

Sorry!

All right.

Hey, how's that for not caring
what other people think, huh?

- Was it a little too much?
- Yeah.

I really wanted to eat there.

Yes, me too. Sorry.

- Yo, Tray, you gonna get up?
- What's the point?

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?

Or does it fester like a sore, and run?

Langston Hughes.

Who?

Barker, get in here.

Sit down.

Really?

You lost your job in less than a week?

I'll take the next job I can get.

Well, may not be necessary.

I found your business plan
in the trash can, and, uh...

not bad.

Come on. Follow me.

Come on, dick licker.

Oh, my God! You're
giving me a food truck?!

I'm giving you a chance.

Plus, I'm helping a friend
just clean out his salvage yard.

You know, the truck was in an accident,

and somebody may have died in there.

I don't know, but... but, you know,

he says he hears weird noises
coming from it at nighttime, but...

anyway, it's yours.

Mullins, you know my food is good, man.

This is a moneymaker
waiting to happen, man.

I'm a business owner!

This is the proudest day of my life!

You realize you're saying that

standing in the back of a
halfway house in your drawers?

Oh, come here, Mullins,
man. Give me some!