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Restaurants in Atlanta die young,

with stiff competition on every block.

Here today, gone tomorrow, ain't just a cute ass saying.

For some, it's just fancy talk for dead on arrival.

But for a few, it's a chance to prove

they ain't just another dumb-ass who thought

opening another diner in Atlanta was a good idea.

Fake it till you make it is a way of life for the dreamers,

but for the hustlers like old school hip hop legend.

Mo'Dee Fresh, it's a business plan.

Now, legend might be stretching it.

He had one damn hit, "Mo'Fresh Baby."

A track that still trickles in residuals,

maybe not respect from these new age rappers,

but Moe ain't here for no damn respect.

He's here to start over and open Mo'Waffles,

a brand new waffle diner in Atlanta's west end.

Because let's face it, this city

just didn't have enough carbs.

Today, Mo'Dee Fresh is interviewing someone

to steer this damn ship or someone to take the fall

if it hits an iceberg.

Like I said from the beginning,

restaurants in Atlanta die young.

Now interviews were one thing,

but trouble, trouble never schedules an appointment.

[phone chimes]

[water dripping]

Finders-keepers, losers-weepers.

[door opens]

Mo'Dee Fresh? Ooh woo!

Man, I used to love "Mo'Fresh Baby."

I mean, it was one hit, but it hit hard.

What can I say? Quality over quantity.

Okay. Well, I'm Cherry.

- Cherry Curtis. - Okay.

Pull up a chair, pick up your fork,

but don't you dare forget your knife.

Welcome to Mo'Waffles.

New beginnings? Redemption? Please.

Cherry Curtis wasn't here for no damn journey.

She was here for a paycheck.

The past was behind her, but her daughter's

college tuition was a worrisome son of a bitch.

Cherry Curtis, trained as a bus operator.

Now see, I may not have restaurant experience,

but I'm a people person.

Okay.

I've been driving for the city bus for almost 20 years.

Man, you can't believe how many fights I had to break up.

[phone chimes]

How do you ensure food safety standards?

Well, if it smells fine, it is fine.

The three second rule still holds up,

and if God made dirt, dirt don't hurt.

[phone chimes]

What's your approach to customer service?

Okay.

Well, it's up to the customer.

You want good service? Act like it.

I mean, okay, there are times when the customer

is not always right,

but you get one wrong order,

you get your head knocked off.

Man, I ain't trying to go viral again for getting my ass kicked.

Still trying to get that bus situation

scrubbed off the internet.

Man, you ain't got no hackers on your payroll, do you?

Just saying. What you writing?

Cherry, Cherry, Cherry.

All laughing and shit.

Laugh now, big boy.

Um, where's my mask?

Uh, it's in the pack.

This is a pack of three, not four.

My bad. I thought it was a pack of four.

It says pack of three right here.

Can you shut the hell up? I'm trying to read lips.

How are you going to read lips when you can't read numbers?

Aren't you wearing a mask already?

Oh, no, you're just ugly.

Oh, really?

How many fingers am I holding up?

Enough.

This is never going to work

if we're at each other's throats, okay?

Apologize, both of you. Now!

Some folks stake out a joint with military precision.

It takes preparation, planning,

and most importantly, brains.

But judging by the looks of these four morons,

intelligence was in short supply.

Cherry, Cherry, Cherry.

You're a riot.

A real good time.

Back in the day, I could have used you to warm up the crowd.

Okay.

But this job needs less stand up and more stand-in-charge.

Respectfully.

You need any servers?

I've got bus legs.

Cherry.

Look, I can surf the curb on two feet without spilling a drink.

Cherry, I'm sorry.

When I need an MC for karaoke night,

consider yourself hired.

Man, look, I need this.

My daughter is in college.

She's the first one in our family to go.

And tuition is high as hell.

Listen, unlike me, my baby's a dreamer.

Cherry...

Look, and where I come from, you can't afford to dream.

Keep your head in the clouds too long,

you're going to wake up to a nightmare.

I lost my job today.

Selling chicken plates.

Apparently, it goes against all company policy

to have a side hustle.

But let me tell you something.

I'm going to do whatever it takes

to keep my baby in college.

You hear me?

Whatever it takes.

El Cigarro del Diablo.

How'd you know that this was my favorite cigar?

Guess I'll go back to being a single mother

on the streets of Atlanta.

Can you be here at 9 am tomorrow?

Does a bear shit in the woods?

9 am. Department heads will be here.

Grand opening is a week from today.

A week from today?

Baby, only God made something out of nothing in seven days.

I mean, unless you believe in the Big Bang Theory.

There's your key.

See you in the morning.

Uhp! We ain't never talked about salary.

Oh, yeah. How's 80k?

No benefits, though.

Sold, baby, come on.

Wasting trees on paperwork.

Bye, girl. Welcome to Mo'Waffles.

I need to take care of some business, but make sure

you grab you a bottle of Mo'Thunder on your way out.

All right, Mo. I'll see you tomorrow.

- Mm-hmm. - We outta here.

Woo!

Did that!

Oh, she's perfect.

Doesn't have a clue.

I got plenty bottles of cooking oil and Mo'Thunder 300.

Yeah, it's a money suck, but,

makes for the perfect cocktail bomb.

My waffles will be extra crispy.

[laughing]

Oh, we got action. There's our meal ticket.

Super-sized.

Hold on.

Don't you think we should drive over?

Can't carry his big ass across the parking lot.

If we drive over there, he'll see us.

And what if someone else sees us?

I feel kind of bad.

I'm starting to like the idea of running a new restaurant.

Come scoop me.

Chicken strips?

Oh, shit.

What the...

[grunting]

What the fuck?

You silly motherfuckers thought you could fuck with me?

In the blink of an eye,

a life can change for the better

or end up on the wrong side of a shady deal

and a cold cocked knockout.

[phone ringing]

Jody, girl, keep your clothes on.

Mama's got the money.

Take out the church wire, we celebrate tonight!

[screams]

Yeah!

KB, a man ready to seize the day

and make it last forever.

Head chef, reporting for duty.

Look at that dumb smile on his face.

He's leaving the streets behind,

the shady deals, and a whole lot of enemies.

He's dropping off his past

and heading for the straight and narrow.

But today, he's so far up the sun's ass,

he can't see the cloud forming next to him.

One day I'm gonna park my two-door coupe right beside his.

Should I get personalized tags, too?

I want that for you. I do.

But I also want to stop worrying

that you'll end up back where you started.

Jayla, the kind of woman who shows up

even when she's tired of showing up.

She's strong, solid, and quietly carrying

more than just doubt.

She works from home,

but her real job is worrying about KB.

She's seen him chase change before,

but this time, she's praying it sticks.

Now, personalized tags can be lame as hell,

but if you got a whip like that,

you gotta flex that, you know what I'm saying, baby?

Oh, how about this?

HEADCHEF. Ha-ha!

Or, YESCHEF.

Fuck is you talking about? Or, I got it, I got it.

PAIDCHEF.

Ooh, I'm in my bag! Stop playing with me!

What about baby on board?

Baby, you know that's too many letters. Stop...

I'm late.

And just like that, KB's hot ride

turns into a minivan with child locks,

ketchup stains, and regular tags.

Girl, you got to unlock your door, huh?

Out with the old...

In with the new.

Hey!

Damn it!

The recyclable goes in the Rolls Royce!

Huh?

Woowie!

Here we go.

Oh, behave, behave down there.

Bubba Grimes.

Scorpio.

And I'm a collector.

See that? Of fine junk, that is.

And even finer women.

- Uh-uh! - Ooh, you're fiesty.

Don't flatter yourself.

Look, I'm Cherry. I'm the manager of Mo'Waffles.

You're the manager over there?

Yeah, and this dumpster is for trash, not tenants.

Especially the ones who steal.

- Hey! - What you doing with this?

I've been here 17 years. I ain't going nowhere.

Why are you taking my crown?

Because it ain't yours.

I see you got some junk over here.

Oh, a little hookah.

Yeah, what you want, now?

I don't need no hookah, but you got some eggs, baby.

How much for these eggs?

Mo?

Mo, you in here?

Damn this shit, dirty as fuck.

[sighs]

Mo?

Mo?

Do you really think I can afford

an nice place like this, Reeves?

I mean, Mr. Fresh did say he knows a lot of famous people,

so maybe I'll be one of those waiters who gets a $1,000 tip?

And that's all you're getting.

Those sugar daddies know you already got

a cavity for someone else.

You can't be jealous like that when we haven't even met yet.

When are you going to get your phone fixed so we can FaceTime?

[phone chimes]

What's that?

Oh my God, why does she keep calling me?

Have I told you about how my piss poor excuse for a mother

blew our rent money on lottery tickets?

Babe, I got to get back to work.

Love you.

Okay. Call me later.

Hello?

Love you, too.

White Nicky.

Yeah, that's right. White Nicky.

A blue-eyed soul, but not the Rachel Dolezal type.

Before today, wiping old folks' asses

and dodging wandering hands while giving a sponge bath

was a far cry from employment, felt more like punishment.

Coming to Mo'Waffles is her escape plan,

a shot at independence from her overbearing mother,

and a chance to see if her online boo

is the real damn deal.

Mo: Hey, this is Mo'D.

If you're calling about a comeback tour, press one.

If it's business, press two.

If it's my ex-wife, go to hell.

Everybody else, you know what to do.

Hey, Mo, it's KB.

Look, I'm at the restaurant, man, and I see your car outside,

but I don't see you.

Hey, listen, about that offer we discussed earlier,

some things change,

and I might need to circle back to that.

Just, uh, hit me back when you get this message. Peace.

[door opens]

Morning.

Oh, hey, KB, head chef. Who are you?

White Nicky, server.

White Nicky?

If it makes you uncomfortable, you can just call me Nicky,

but expect about five heads to turn around

- when it gets busy in here. - Oh.

Where's Mo?

I don't know, I've been looking for him.

Good morning!

Sorry I'm late. Came across a yard sale.

Uh, look at y'all.

On time, like some real workers.

Well, a token of employee appreciation.

I got y'all some kinda all-day bus passes.

Mm-hmm. Now, they valid all day except for peak hours,

lunch breaks, and when it's raining.

You know, I had to steal these before I left.

- Here y'all go. - Thank you.

No, thank you.

Okay.

Who are you?

My apologies. I'm Cherry.

I'm the manager of this here shindig.

I'm KB, the head chef.

White Nicky, server.

White Nicky?

So, I grew up in a neighborhood with a whole lot of Nicky's.

Latina Nicky, Patois Nicky, Creole Nicky, Lithuanian Nicky.

Nuh-uh, Lithuanian Nicky?

Girl, it's a small world.

I used to pick up Lithuanian Nicky on my bus ride every day.

She just disappeared.

Yeah, that's because she got arrested.

What? Are you serious?

You about that life for real, huh?

Okay.

Why you got Mo's crown?

Oh, I forgot I even had this.

Baby, I had to steal this from my trashy neighbor out back.

Is Mo here or not?

Calm down, KB.

You know celebrities can never be on time.

Baby, don't you know Lauryn Hill created her own time zone?

So, why is Mo's car parked down outside?

Yeah, uh, he's probably in the manager's office.

He maybe want to do a boardroom first,

you know, little meetup.

Okay.

So how about y'all get to work and we'll meet up in the back.

Chop chop. Come on.

[laughing]

[sighs]

[knocking]

Good morning, Mo'Dee Fresh.

I found your crown.

Okay.

What is this?

What's going on?

Okay.

Hilton?

What? Cherry?

What are you doing in Atlanta?

Well, I had some unfinished business to take care of.

But I heard about this place,

and I just thought I'd check it out.

Yeah, we're not open yet. Grand opening is in six days.

Lord willing and the grease trap don't rise.

So you work here?

Better.

I'm the manager.

How long does it take to approve a rental application?

A day? Two days?

A whole pay period?

I don't know.

I should apply.

Do you think I should apply?

I mean, what do I have to lose, right?

Reeves thinks I can get it.

Livin' with my mama's run its course.

If I'm being honest, I don't think she ever had it

in her to be a good parent.

She thinks boundaries is a drink with no alcohol.

I'm gonna go look around.

I also want to stop worrying

that you'll end up back where you started.

You're divorced? Hold up.

Somebody actually got you down the aisle?

Child, it would require a tranquilizer.

Probably.

I was really just a dead man walking.

But what about you?

Cherry Pie.

Nobody's calling me that nickname

since we were running around Camelot Park.

Nah.

Since Dre passed, never really saw myself

falling for anyone like that again.

Sometimes the fall is the only way back up.

Hilton, please, we're in our 40s.

Falling is not poetic. Child has bad knees.

Or maybe it's giving someone a second chance.

No frickin' water.

Childish right here.

Could you leave my coke sign...

Yo, White Nicky!

Scared the shit out of me.

What's up? What you want?[Squeaking]

What was that?

What was what? What you looking at?

What... What are you doing?

In scary movies, the white girl lives the longest.

So here, here. Protect me, Wonder Woman.

Check it out. Go ahead. Check it out.

[shrieking]

What you doing? What you doing?

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

I'm not going to die in a place this dirty.

I can't do it[screams]

Oh, my God.

Get it!

[screaming]

It's moving! It's moving!

Oh, my God.[Screams]

Call me if you need me.

All right. Bye.

[giggles]

[screaming]

- [shouting] - What is it?

[clamoring]

Is it dead?

[shrieks]

Uh-oh.

[gasps]

Wait. That's Mo's ring?

Is that blood?

Oh, my God.

Good evening, Atlanta.

I'm Ginger Steele reporting to you live

from Atlanta's West End.

Behind me is a new waffle diner

that is not open for business just yet,

but it's already getting attention.

Here I have with me Detective Blaze Brunson.

Now Detective, what would you say has been the...

Excuse me, Detective?

Decorated Detective Blaze Brunson

has acquired CCTV footage of a most heinous act.

Yes, a van entered this property at 10 p.m. last night

and some punks jumped out,

beat up and abducted one Mo'Dee Fresh.

If you've seen these suspects or a van

looking like it's hauling rap royalty,

please reach out to our Crime Snitchers line

and tell the truth even if it kills you

because nobody claps the sweet cheeks of justice

on my watch.

Brunson out.

I'm Ginger Steele reporting to you live from Mo'Waffles

where the syrup is sweet,

but the drama's sticky.

Well, I would advise you all not to do this grand opening thing,

pending investigation and

four to seven business days for the lab.

Brunson is a man of

determination, grit,

testicular fortitude

and an unquenchable thirst for justice.

If you get any tips or if you just want to hear

the smooth velvety sound of justice on the other line,

call me.

[chuckles]

Velvety justice.

Oh yeah, you might want to clean this up

from the windows to the walls

and yeah, just till it's clean.

This is way too sticky for a crime scene.

Brunson out.

Forensics!

Cherry, do not trust that man.

Who would do something like this?

Mr. Fresh was so sweet, and rich.

Telling you, them streets, it's like a crazy ex.

Once they get away from you,

they find a way to reel you back in.

Lord, please, if you can let me get out of this,

I promise I'm going to read Proverbs

instead of just posting to IG.

I think it's fair to say that some dreams

come with an unexpected twist.

When it looks like all hope's gone,

like you're begging to wake the hell up,

an unexpected savior can show up

and breathe life back into that dream

like Lazarus just needed a damn nap.

Hi, is there a manager I can talk to?

Oh, that's me.

I'm Poetic Sinclair.

I'm from Charlotte. I just got in town yesterday.

I need work and honestly, a new beginning.

The only thing is, I don't have a lot of restaurant experience

but I did used to work in an ice cream shop

back in the day and so I can handle the heat,

long waits, low blood sugar.

Can you handle a missing boss?

Shh.

- Poetic, is it? - Yes.

Yeah, we're not hiring at the moment.

But the sign in the window says...

The boss man ain't here right now, he's at a...

- A silent retreat. - Yes, yes.

No phone, no contact,

just journal writing...

And a sign language competition.

I used to bar tend back in college.

I used to have those frat boys laid out like student loans.

But unfortunately,

we're not able to hire without the owner's approval.

Well, then just take this token of appreciation

from a single mom raising a child on one income.

Girl, you hired. Come on.

Thank you.

Hold on, honey. We'll be right back.

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.

So, Mo'Dee Fresh isn't here.

We don't got no money

and y'all want us to carry on like business as usual?

And what if those crazy people come back for one of us?

I hated my old job,

but I'm not dying for this new one.

I can't believe I'm about to say this,

but, Cherry, I think we should listen to the police.

Okay, listen, y'all.

They advised us not to open,

but they didn't say that we couldn't.

Look, people know he's missing,

and this is the place where it all went down.

They'll be lined up simply off of clout.

By keeping the diner open,

we keep ourselves open to the drama.

Hell, we do our own investigation

because sooner or later,

somebody's gonna slip up and spill the tea.

Okay, let's say we open.

What are we gonna do with the new girl?

I mean, she said she was a bartender.

Yes.

Yeah, we got plenty of liquor.

Let me tell y'all something.

Unless one of y'all know where Pablo Escobar

buried the money, we gotta make this work.

And Mo'Dee needs us.

Come on, y'all.

Mo'Dee on three.

One, two, three.

Mo' Dee.

Y'all supposed to be excited.

Let's get to it.

Come on. Yep.

Even in the face of adversity,

the future can still have a glimmer of light

at the end of the tunnel,

opening up a whole new pathway,

new chapters, new expectations,

and people you would have never thought you'd come across.

Yes!

Let's just hope their intentions

match their introductions.

[phone chimes]

[sniffs]

Hey, Hilton.

This is Cherry.

You said called if I need anything?

Well, consider this a bat signal.

So the crew's got a grand opening to plan,

a diner to run and a missing ass boss they hope ain't dead.

But pretty soon,

they're going to get a message loud and clear.

[knocking]

NICKY: Cherry, they dropped a video.

? We have Mo'Dee fresh ?

$1 million, or we start mailing pieces.

Time's ticking.

[cackling]

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