All language subtitles for Greenleaf - 01x07 - One Train May Hide Another.CRiMSON

Previously on Greenleaf.

One of the cops who worked around here.

Told me about a fifteen years old girl
from the church.

Just like Faith

- He never did anything.
- So I just say he raped you.

The Senate is launching
an inquiry, James,

into whether your church
and others like it

are taking advantage
of your tax-exempt status.

Pastor Skanks has offered me
complete artistic control.

- Then take it.
- Pardon me?

Take it, Nigel!

There's something that you should know

- before you pull that trigger.
- Okay.

- I'm gay.
- That's fine.

- You're hired.
- Praise God.

Do you and Isabel have a venue yet?

- For the wedding? No.
- Perfect.

I want you to have it at the house.

You're not planning
on reinstating Jacob ever?

When Jacob shows me that he understands

- the meaning of the position...
- Are you?

We haven't sent his office

any of the documentation they asked for.

We're not legally required.

As of this moment, we are.

- What's going on?
- We're being audited.

Mr. McCready, morning.

Morning. Today's the big day, isn't it?

Absolutely, sir. And yours, too, right?

- Eh.
- Hey.

Tell me what you think about this.

I think she's going to say yes.

Think so?

Yeah. Always a pleasure, Mr. McCready.

- You betcha.
- All right.

Rough morning with your mama, huh?

Yeah, I can't really
deal with her today.

Anything I can do?

No. She's off her meds.

You ever want me to talk to her again...

No, she's...

it wouldn't matter.

I got to go. See you.

Yeah.

Hey.

Let's go.

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Memphis' Man of the Year.

What are you doing here, Junior?

Hey, I'm just sat down.

I think I'm still
allowed in the building.

- Well, I think so, at least.
- What do you need?

- You got any free time today?
- What's up?

I want you to take a look at a
business plan I put together.

- Come find me at noon.
- Yeah?

- Yeah, all right.
- Aces.

Congratulations, Mr. McCready.

Thank you, Darlene.

The auditor is in the conference room

and said to come see her
the minute you got in.

Just five more days.

Mm.

Before we leave, you need to make sure

we get hard copies of everything.

Mr. McCready, good morning.

I heard my presence was requested?

Yes, I'm wondering if we can get
the minutes of the meetings

of the deacon board
for the past three years.

- PDFs or hard copies?
- Both,

if it's not too much trouble.

No trouble at all.

Uncle Mac! Got your text.

Excuse me one second.

What's the problem with Carlton?

Darnell from the personnel committee

told me this man's filed lawsuits
for wrongful termination

against his last two employers.

Yeah, but only because he's gay.

He told me all about it,
and it's all good.

Don't tell me you have a
problem with it, too.

Even my husband...

I don't have a problem with his
lifestyle.

He can do whatever he wants
when he goes home.

I'm just not sure we should hire someone

who's so damn comfortable
in a courtroom.

Carlton's not like that.

He's very...

if you'd just sit down
with him, you'll see.

What?

Is everything all right?

There's my man of the year.

What are you doing here, Daddy?

You know you can't be here.
Remember last time?

Oh, I know, I know.

Your sister.

Well, I saw the paper. I had to come by.

You know, I always knew
you were the one, boy.

Not everyone's on the front page.

That is something.

You got anything to drink?

Come on, Daddy,
you got to go, seriously.

- You got to go.
- Hey, hey, hey.

All right, all right.

Listen, you ain't got to
tell me that I got to go.

I know. I know I got to go.

I got to get that bus

to Montgomery Park by 2:00.

There's a filly in the third

that's going to get your
daddy back to the top.

Uh-huh.

If I hit that trifecta,

I'm going to take you out and celebrate.

Don't do that, Daddy. Don't come back.

Man of the Year.

Can you imagine how proud
your mama'd be?

A shame she's not alive to see it.

This is where Jesus was crucified
and this is where He was buried.

You ladies playing hooky?

We're making grocery bags
for the food shelf

if Pastor Ramona ever shows up.

- Uncle Mac?
- Yeah?

Do you think Jesus really
came back from the dead?

Like, really?

Matter of fact, I do.

But it makes no sense.

When has that ever happened, ever?

This whole world we're living in,

do you think you ever
could have made it?

Or even made it up just in your mind,

just as a thought?

Skies and streams and trees and people?

But here it is.

If God can make a whole world like this,

then bringing one man back from the dead

doesn't seem like such a big deal.

That's the problem when you
start talking about God.

People always get hung up
on the wrong things.

And what about hell?

What about it?

Well, do you really think God
sends bad people to hell forever?

Oh, I hope not, for their sake.

He doesn't seem so bad.

Why would he?

Could you please print the minutes

from the deacon board meetings

for the past three years for me?

Mm-hmm.

And email me the files as well.

On it.

Thank you.

What's the fireball out there?

Karine Jackson.

That's Clara and Horace's granddaughter.

I thought that
was going to be your office

after Alexa cleared out.

She needs more space.

If space were allotted
in direct proportion

to what people do to
maintain this community,

I'd have a floor all my own
and then some. Oh!

So, you're fixing to get more of
that Jackson Powerball money.

No, no, no.

I was just looking for somebody

that that son of mine might leave alone.

Mission accomplished.

What?

I heard we have a trespasser.

I threw him out soon as I knew.

I told you that I didn't want that man

in this building ever again.

- I know, I know.
- So, what do I have to do?

Mae, there was a new fella
at the front desk.

He didn't know the rules.

I stay out of McCready family business.

Mac, if he comes back here, I...

I put in a call to Noah.

- I did.
- Good,

because I won't have it.

And I don't appreciate you making
jokes like that at Jacob's expense.

- Oh, Mae...
- No, you remember David and Absalom.

You're going to regret that hardness.

I'll be in my office.

Look, how is that audit going?

Flying colors.

- There you go.
- What's this?

The documents you requested.

Morning. Brother McCready?

Brother Sneed.

You need help with that burden?

I'm fine, thank you kindly.

- You know I always ask.
- Uh-huh.

Tonight's awards ceremony, huh?

- Oh, yeah.
- Congratulations, by the way.

Thank you much.

Are there any tickets available?

I bet you want to go, don't you?

I do. Morgan Freeman's
hosting, isn't he?

You know, I suppose he is.
I hadn't noticed.

Well, it would be a pretty big mistake

to miss a chance to meet
Red up close and personal.

Uh-huh. Talk to my secretary.

- I'll do that.
- Mm-hmm.

- Thank you.
- All right.

Hmm.

Here you go, three years of...

minutes.

No one wants to go to court.

Some folks do, actually, Mr. Cruise.

It's their blood sport.

Carlton's not like that.

Carlton can speak for himself.

I have only engaged legal counsel

when I felt to not do so

would be doing a disservice
to other people like me.

Uh-huh.

Here's the good news.

I am completely positive

that with this lady here
as my fearless leader,

court will never be an issue.

And what if it is?

I mean, would you be
willing to sign a contract

agreeing never to take Calvary downtown?

Well, I don't know. I, um...

I would prefer it
if everyone were to just,

you know, behave.

Could you give us a moment?

Happy to.

I've actually had to pee

ever since we first sat down.

We still having lunch?

Yeah. I'll be right out.

Okay, and see you Sunday morning.

Be the good Lord willing.

You're not going to let me hire him.

No, I'm going to let you hire him,

but you're going to hire him as a 1099

so we can fire him at will.

But he needs insurance.

His partner Fred just lost his job.

And if he lasts a year,
we'll circle back.

Fred is not my concern.

They were just talking about
opening a bed and breakfast.

If we don't give him that insurance,

I bet you that's what he'll do.
He'll open the...

I don't care if he opens
a Popeyes Fried Chicken

with a church organ in it and leads
the singing from behind the register.

I'm not leaving your daddy's church

open to legal attack from some...

What?

From some what?

Huh?

Say it.

Litigious individual.

Your daddy would have my ass.

Daddy does whatever you say.

I'm just telling you how it is.

Well, I'll find somebody else.

And he was so excited to meet
Memphis Man of the Year.

What's so special about this cake?

It's the one I want for my wedding.

It's $800.

Well, they're paying
for everything else.

Look, can we talk about this at lunch?

I'm just walking out.

Okay, but we have to decide.

It's less than two weeks away.

We'll decide today, I promise.

Okay. Love you.

Bye.

I saw you called. If this can wait...

- It can't.
- He came by?

Yeah. Have all your new guys made
aware he's not to be let in.

I'll let them know. I'm sorry.

Thank you. You know what they say

about situations like that, don't you?

Happy wife, happy life.

Thanks for the advice.

Do we have a problem?

What do you mean?

I assume Gigi's said some things.

None of them are true.

She got a wrong idea
about me a long time ago,

and she just won't let it go.

I'm sorry. Grace hasn't
said anything to me.

I got to get going.

Now, it's not Nashville Hot
Chicken, Uncle Mac,atter.

but trust me, it's spicy.

I'll be the judge of that.

So, what's this business plan for?

I want to put Daddy back on TV.

Now, I know he says he's
never going to do it again,

but come on.

TBN wanted him back in the nineties.

CBN called him just last year.

I know, but I got a great price

from a friend of mine
over at Voice of Life.

Triumph's over there, all right?

Growing every day.

If he doesn't do it, Basie Skanks will.

- Cold fact.
- All right.

Let's have a look.

Did you put this together?

With a little help from Kerissa.

- So, you two are back on?
- Giving it a shot.

He'll be happy about that, anyway.

- So, what do you think?
- Hang on, hang on.

Still looking here.

That is a hell of a price point.

- Right?
- And are the, uh,

ratings for these other
programs real or projections?

According to their people,
that's who's watching.

I called Davis Wentworth
over at Church for Change.

They've been broadcasting a
half hour for six months now,

a variety format.

Traffic to their website has doubled.

Offerings are up.
Collateral sales are up.

It's working for them.

Then go for it, I guess.

Well, you're not going to
present it to him?

Nah, he'll never do TV again.

But why, though?

I mean, what's his problem?

Why are you going to
all this trouble anyway?

Uncle Mac, I got to do something.

- Oh, Jacob.
- Don't I?

There's no way you're ever
getting reinstated.

Not with Gigi back in the pulpit.

The longer you stick around
acting like you still belong

after everything you pulled?

It just looks desperate.

You're still here.

Like I said, go for it.

Obviously, you know what you're doing.

Hello?

This Isabel? It's Mac.

Oh, hi. Is everything okay?

Yeah, everything is fine.

Uh, Noah should be back there soon.

I'm calling for you, actually.

What about?

I just wanted to say,

I heard about that cake
you been jonesing for.

Yeah, yeah. We decided it's too much.

Well, hang on, hang on.

I've been going crazy over here

trying to figure out
what to get you two.

And now the wedding's two weeks away,

and I can, uh, give you that cake.

It's $800.

I know. I heard all about it.

Come on. Let me do it.

It'll make me happy.

You order what you want

and have them send the bill to me.

It'll be our little secret.

Okay, I guess.

Thank you.

My pleasure.

Hello? Yes, ma'am.

Yeah, I'll be right there.

- What's the problem now?
- There's no problem.

We're just going through the
minutes that you supplied us.

Thank you so much for getting
them to us so quickly.

That's why I'm here.

It's just this phrase "love offerings"

that comes up so frequently.

- Mm-hmm.
- What are they, exactly?

Every three months the people bless

the bishop with cash gifts

over and above their weekly tithe.

And how does that work?

Do they pass a plate through the pews?

A second time, mm-hmm. It's a gift.

Okay.

I guess there is a problem.

According to Section 102...

Section 102 has been amended.

You're aware of that, right?

It now states that any amount
transferred by or for any employer

to or for the benefit of an employee

can't be counted as a gift.

That's all income.

Does the bishop report
love offerings as income?

I can check with our treasurer,

but I'm pretty sure he does, yes.

All right, see,

we're going to need to see
his personal tax returns

for the last three years.

- Okay.
- Just to, you know,

make sure they reconcile
with the statements

made by the deacons in the minutes.

I'll get right on that.

No, it's all right, Mr. McCready.

We'll take it from here.

You need to stay out of my way.

What are you talking about?

I mean it. Stay out of my way.

You can get out of my office now.

You went behind my back to the auditor.

I don't know what you told them,

but you better realize,

you start pulling threads
to get to me, girl,

you going to unravel the whole thing...

- the whole damn thing!
- The auditor came to me.

- Mm-hmm. For what? Go ahead?
- Something confidential.

Don't pull that with me. You're
no more a pastor than I am!

What about? What did you
talk to her about?!

She has a son who lost
his legs in the Army.

She wanted to know if we had any
programs for disabled vets.

Everything okay in here?

You don't know.

I do, though.

I know everything.

You don't know!

And you don't know what you don't know.

Stay the hell out of my business.

Mr. McCready?

The camera crew is here
for "Memphis Morning."

They're ready for you.

All right.

Fact here is, lots of good lawyers

are working hard to help people

making sure the system
works for everybody.

I'm grateful just to be
counted in their company.

Well, that's predictably gracious.

Well, even more than
that, though, Denise,

I have to give credit to the Lord.

I hope that's okay.

We know you're a man of faith,

Mr. McCready. Go ahead, preach.

No, no. I'm not going to preach.

I just want to say, you know,

there but for the grace of God go I.

That's all.

One last question, Mr. McCready.

Okay. I got a lot to wrap up
before they let me go.

Oh, we're sure you do.

Now, to the young people
out there watching

who one day hope
to achieve your success,

what advice do you have for them?

Honestly?

No one wants to hear this
because it's boring,

but it's true.

Read, study, stay in school.

Get an education.

My mama was a bear when it came
to getting my homework done,

and I thank her for it
everyday in my heart.

All right, then. Eileen? Back to you.

Cut.

What a pro. That was phenomenal.

Thank you for the opportunity.

Let's get out of here.

Good job, Mr. McCready.

Thank you.

Memphis Man of the Year!

- Hey there.
- Wonder if I might have a word?

- What did she say?
- Not yet.

I said, just wait.

Karine, hold my calls.

- What happened?
- Just tell me what the auditor said.

You said everything
was going to be okay!

Flying colors! What happened?

What exactly did the auditor say?

Tell me and I'll take care of it.

You know I will. I always do.

She wants our personal income taxes,

complete with receipts,
for the last three years;

an inventory of everything in our home,

every God blessed object...

explanations on where it all came from,

and contact numbers from anyone

who's even given us a ballpoint pen.

Do you know what your
sister's going to do

when she finds out about this?

Did it ever occur to you

to look at those damn minutes

before you handed them over to her?

- I did look at them.
- And?

And I... I...

I misunderstood one thing.

No, you misunderstood
more than just one thing.

When were you going to tell me?

After they put me in prison?

The reporter showed up.

I was going to come down
as soon as I finished.

I don't want to hear it!

Memphis Man of the Year.

If you spent half the time
doing your job

that you spend wandering all over town

looking for people to save...

I'm going to give you one day.

I won't tell Mae.

I'm going to give you
one day to make this right.

I'll take care of it.

Don't tell me you're going
to take care of it.

You just take care of it.

I will not have people
going through our lives

with a fine-toothed comb.

We both know that won't be good.

Now, get out.

Hello?

We'll see what he says.

Well, Carlton says he'll take it.

- Good.
- But I don't like it.

- Charity...
- I want you to hire him

as a full employee with full benefits.

This is not the time.

I'm not going to be party
to discrimination.

He's a talented man, and
whether you or Kevin think...

Then hire him! Do what you want!

I will.

- What's that sound?
- I don't know.

- Come on.
- Mr. McCready, you can't be here.

- Let me talk to my son.
- Just listen to me.

- Now, you have to leave.
- What's happening?

I'm sorry, Mr. McCready.

I told him he could not come in.

Did you put your hands on my father?

No. He looked that way
when he showed up.

I didn't know what to do.

Mr. McCready, your daughter
doesn't want you here.

Now, you know that.

My daughter is a high yellow whore!

- Daddy, Daddy.
- She ain't even mine!

- Listen, Mae. Now, hold on.
- I'm sick of this.

You better, or I'll have
to call the cops.

Nobody's calling any cops.

Come on, Daddy.
You got to get out of here.

I just got to get some more money.

I can't give you any more money.
Come on.

This son of a bitch,

if I don't give him something,
I'm in trouble.

How much you need?

Don't you dare give him a cent!

What's the matter with you?

You leave this church right now.

This is a house of God,
and you don't belong here.

Daddy, please.

I cast you down in the
almighty name of Jesus!

Leave! You have no place here, Daddy.

Noah...

call the police.

Don't. Don't call them.

I'm going.

Come on, boy. You know the deal.

Let me have the money.

- Don't you do it.
- Come on.

Just give me whatever you can

and I'll, uh...
I'll figure out the rest.

Mac, I said don't do it!

Thank you, I just...

thank you, boy.

Okay.

Evening, Mr. Mac.

How'd it go?

I was about to ask you the same thing.

- Well...
- Oh, very nice.

You couldn't get off?

Oh, no, we're going to New
Orleans for the weekend.

- It's all good.
- All right.

It's not like I ain't going to see him

when I get home anyway, you know?

When are we going to get you married?

I tried it once. Didn't take.

- Oh. Mmm.
- No, ma'am.

Look who's down here again.

Hmm?

How long has she been down here?

Couple hours.

Can't you do anything to help her mom?

It seems like you can fix
everyone else here in Memphis.

Yeah, we can't help folks
unless they want to be helped.

I guess.

It's just so sad to see a
girl like that so unhappy.

- How was Morgan Freeman?
- Very inspiring.

- I'd better get going. Good night.
- Good night.

Come on. Let's get you home.

Yours is so much nicer than ours.

No kids.

Go on in. I'll be right there.

What happened tonight?

She won't let me drive.

I didn't know you had a license.

Got a permit.

What do you want to drink?

What do you have?

Well, I'm having whiskey,

but I'm not giving you
anything like that.

My mom lets me drink sometimes.

Ginger ale or Coke?

Coke. Fine.

You don't seem very happy

for someone who just won a big award.

Guess I'm not, really.

It's a pretty rotten thing
to do to be an adult

and be able to do all the
things that kids can't do

and not even be happy about it.

It kind of just makes me want
to commit suicide right now.

- I tried that once.
- Seriously?

Yeah.

Hang on a second.

I was thinking about you today.

Ever since I saw you the first time,

I've been thinking that you
remind me of someone I've met.

- Me?
- Mm-hmm.

But then it hit me today.

It's not anybody I've met.

It's this girl in this painting.

She's beautiful.

Yeah.

Anyway...

Are you trying to get me in trouble?

Just a little.

Why did you try to kill yourself?

I wasn't happy.

When did you do it?

When I was about 12.

That's so sad.

Yeah, but no sadder than you sitting
down in that lobby every night.

I'm all right.

Why did you want to die?

If you don't want to
talk about it, I get it.

We can just sit here.

Hmm.

My mama died and I
thought it was my fault.

After my daddy left, she
started to drink too much.

And my sisters were both
gone by that point.

It was just her and me.

She always used to tell me
I was the man of the house.

Mama's man of the house.

That was just her way
of saying "do everything."

I'd come home from school,
have to make dinner

and do the dishes and do the wash.

She'd just sit out on the porch

with her friend Joann,

complaining about Daddy.

Anyway, by the time I turned 12,

I got a girlfriend... Missy.

Does she look like her?

Well, she did a little.

Anyhow, Mama didn't like that...

me not being available
to wait on her hand and foot.

I came in one night after
taking a walk with Missy,

and Mama, when I walked
through the door,

she dragged me in the kitchen

and made me stand there

while she pulled everything
out of the cupboards

and threw it all on the floor

and said, "Clean it up."

What did you do?

I said no.

She just left.

A couple hours later,
the cops showed up.

She had gone out and gotten drunk

and was walking home
across the railroad tracks

at the north end of town.

There was a train stopped on the track,

and I guess she must have
thought it was safe to cross.

But there was another train
on the track behind

she didn't see coming.

- Hello?
- Uncle Mac?

Yeah? It's late.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

Uncle Mac, I just wanted to say

that I'm sorry about what
I said at lunch today.

I didn't mean nothing by it.

Um, you know, we all know...

we all know the whole thing
with Faith was a mess.

Um...

I'm just not in a good place right now.

- That's okay.
- No, it's not.

And I just wanted to say that I'm sorry.

Well, thank you.

I'm still going to talk
to Pop about the plan.

I know you don't think
it's a good idea...

No, no, I think it's a good idea.

I just know he thinks it's bad.

Well, anyway,

I just hope you won't, you know...

I'll stay out of it.

But if it looks like he might go for it

and you need me to take it
across the finish line,

you just let me know.

All right, thanks, Uncle Mac, really.

Yeah, no problem.

And, um...

thanks for understanding.

You got it.

Tell Kerissa I said great job

with the presentation.

Uncle Mac said nice job.

Thank you, Uncle Mac.

She said thank you.

All right, then, Junior. Night.

Good night.

Thank you.

It's not your fault.

Yeah.

I didn't know that then.

How did you try to kill yourself?

We don't need to talk about that.

I've been listening to
stories about me all night.

- Let's talk about you.
- I'm boring.

I find that hard to believe.

It's true.

I'm sure the girl in the picture

is ten times more interesting than me.

She's long gone.

You're here.

I think that gives you an advantage.

All right, just a taste.

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