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Are you ready for your flu shot?

No.

Will anybody ever be ready for a shot?

See? That wasn't so bad.

I'm just embarrassed. I cannot believe this.

Hi, Ms. Cora. What happened at church?

The pastor has been sowing his wild oats

with two women among the congregation.

Sowing oats?

All this time I've been looking for my jacket,

and look at this picture I just saw online.

Philip took my jacket to the Migos concert

without my permission.

Wait, I made it online?

Wait, you can't keep taking my stuff without asking me.

It's unforgivable.

Oh that girl has, she gotta calm down.

I was a firm disciplinarian, yes.

Yeah, my dad, too. He's a sheriff.

We're looking for Lindor Luckett.

We have reason to believe he was involved

in a brutal assault today.

- Don't resist, baby. - I ain't even do nothin', bruh.

♪

Yeah, it's gonna be okay, Lindor.

I know, man. I know.

Just please, please stay calm. All right?

Yeah, yeah, we'll find out more after you see the judge.

Yeah, man.

You heard anything?

Jeremy's on the phone with him now.

Oh yeah, you do get one phone call.

What'd he say, Jeremy?

Will you hush? I'm tryin' to hear.

Well, tell him if somebody asks for his cornbread

to say no.

Tell him to don't go down there crying.

And tell him, uh, uh, uh, uh, to look crazy.

You know, like you're gonna kill somebody.

And last but not least, if somebody get him a toothbrush,

he need to file that down.

Grandpa Vinny, what are you talking about?

I'm talkin' about he gonna need a shank

if he drop the soap.

That's what I'm talkin' about.

Huh? No, no, no, no, don't listen to my grandpa, okay?

Look, everything's gonna be fine.

Yeah, I'll be down there to get you as soon as I can.

Man, what is wrong with you?

You know the kid is already freaked out.

Man, I'm just tryin' to help, that's all.

Baby, what did he say?

He said the judge is gonna see him first this afternoon.

Oh, that's good.

That means Mr. Reginald called and helped out?

- I think it did. - We were his one phone call?

Yeah. You know, he sees us as his family.

Oh, poor baby.

Uh, what do you want me to tell Sandra and Philip?

'Cause you know they're worried.

You need to tell Sandra and Philip

to put some money on his book.

- Grandpa, please! - Please what, man?

That's how you know when somebody got your back

when you down, when you locked up, upstate

if they put money on your book.

- He's not upstate. - He's not upstate yet.

He's not going upstate. All right, now, look,

you don't tell Philip and Sandra anything

until we know something, all right?

Hopefully the judge

just throws the whole case out. - My God, I hope so.

Cora! Where Cora? Cora! Cora, help!

Get Cora! Somebody call Cora!

What's wrong, Mr. Brown? Cora's not in yet.

- I got hit. - Hit?

Yes, I got hit.

You got hit, Brown? You was in a fight?

Didn't nobody get in no fight.

I got hit by a car from the back.

Yeah, I was sittin' in my car listening to my Gospel music

'cause I listen to Gospel music

before I go check on Ms. Loretta.

And I was sittin' there listening to my Gospel music

and Tamela Mann came on.

And I said, Lord, just I love her.

She got a new record come out. Y'all like Tamela Mann?

I love Tamela Mann.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, who's Ms. Loretta?

About time you get yourself a girlfriend, Brown.

Ain't nobody got no girlfriend.

Ms. Loretta's the sick and shut-in.

I go see here every mornin' before I come up here.

Yeah, well, I bet she feel better

when you show up with them hands.

Can I finish my story before I was so rudely interrupted?

Oh, yeah, yeah, what happened? Who hit you?

Okay, I was sittin' at the light and then the light went,

so I started off, then bam!

A car hit me right from the back.

My car starts spinnin' and everything just starts...

I thought I was going to see the Lord.

Somebody hit you and ran the light?

Yes, the police said she was texting, texting and drivin'.

Mr. Brown, you wanna get checked out?

Checked out for what?

Well, you never know with car accidents, Mr. Brown.

You could have injuries you don't even know about.

Oh yeah, I feel 'em.

I don't even know I got 'em, but I feel it.

Brown, you about to get paid, man.

Wait, get paid for what?

A lady ran the light and she was texting?

They'll give you money for that?

Yeah. A lot.

How much you think they'll give me?

- $25,000. - $25,000?

♪

♪ No matter what you do ♪

♪ I love you ♪

♪ No matter where you go ♪

♪ I'm behind you for sure ♪

♪ Always remember ♪

♪ Blood ain't never water ♪

♪ We'll make it if we stay together ♪

What are y'all talkin' about, $25,000?

Cora, I'm bad. Cora, look at me.

I'm...

What is it? What happened to you?

Cora, Mr. Brown was in a car accident.

- Oh. - Cora, it's bad.

- What's bad? - What's bad?

What happened? Oh my God.

Oh, Mr. Brown. - Sit down, sit down.

Oh my, I mean, are you okay? Where were you?

I was on my way to Ms. Loretta's house.

Oh, you talkin' about the lady you take care of

down from the church?

Yeah, you know he hittin' that every day.

- Ain't nobody hittin' nothing. - Don't do that, Vinny.

Cora, everything is just spinning.

Is the room spinning or is it me?

It's just you. It's okay.

Cora, my whole life just splashed right in front of me.

It flashed?

Yes, even back when you was a little girl.

- Really? - Yes, you was pretty.

Ooh, but you was chubby, Cora. You loved milk.

Yes, we'd just put a whole nipple on a gallon of milk

and you'd just drink the whole thing.

Sit back, sit back. You need to rest.

Mr. Brown, I think you should go to the doctor

and get checked out.

I was tryin' to tell him that, Cora.

Oh yeah. Definitely, go to the doctor.

You will need a doctor's report for the insurance claim.

You need to get that first.

Hey, don't put that in his head.

I'm tellin' you, the least you can get is $25,000.

$25,000 for what, Vinny?

Yeah, Vinny. $25,000, how I get $25,000?

Okay, here's how you get $25,000.

You go to the doctor. You tell them your neck hurt.

You tell them your back hurt.

You go to the physical therapist maybe

one or two times and then bam! 25 big ones just like that.

Oh, no, don't do that, Mr. Brown.

Oh, yes I am, Cora. I could use 25,000 Gs.

I'm telling you, don't do that.

Cora, I got the whip-the-lash. Look at me, Cora.

Mr. Brown, you don't have whiplash.

Have you ever seen whip-the-lash?

It's whiplash. Not whip-the-lash.

Well, I got it.

Look, Ms. Cora, a lady hit him while texting.

He'd be a fool not to take a payout like that.

Grandpa Vinny, don't call nobody a fool.

Well, he'd be a fool not to get the money.

I cannot believe you would even suggest

something like that, Mr. Vinny.

Cora's right, man. Cut it out.

Yes, Cora is right. Cut that out.

- Okay, look. - What do I need to do?

Bend over. Your neck hurt, right?

And then your back hurt.

And then you wanna be shakin' like that.

Let your lip hang.

Grandpa Vinny, stop it, stop it!

Man, I can't believe you sometimes.

Well, believe it.

I think I'm paralyzed from the ankles down.

That's good. That's good.

I'm telling you, don't do that, Mr. Brown.

Cora, I'm paralyzed from the ankles down.

Tell 'em your knees' is bleeding.

- Ma. - Hmm?

You have an extra blanket?

Mm, I'm sure there's one around here somewhere.

What's wrong? Your room cold?

Yes, it's freezing.

Well, why didn't you say something?

There may be something wrong with the heater.

Yeah, yeah, you need to check the heater

in the rec room. - The rec room?

Yeah, I'm sleeping there now.

You said it's cold in your room.

Why are you not sleeping in your room?

'Cause Sandra's in there.

Okay, that's funny.

She didn't say anything and she's always cold.

Before everybody.

Well, that's because the room is cold because of her.

Boy, what are you talkin' about?

- Guys, I moved to the rec room. - Look, why, why?

Because she keeps lookin' at me like,

like, like that.

It's like she want to slit my throat

in the middle of the night or somethin'.

Sandra. Sandra, why are you lookin'

at your brother like that?

- It just got cold in here. - Whoo.

See she, what I tell you? What I tell you?

So no one's gonna say anything to this imbecile?

- What? - Whoa,

whoa, do not call your brother an imbecile.

You just gonna let her curse at me?

That's not a curse word, although it's not a nice word.

Don't call your brother an imbecile.

Imbecile? What's an imbecile?

A stupid person.

See? It fits.

Why are you so upset with your brother?

You guys are acting like Philip stealing my jacket

and losing it is okay.

Nobody said it was okay, Sandra.

Not at all, your brother has to pay you back for that.

- That's not the point, Dad. - You better calm down.

You know what? You're the one who should've been arrested.

You thief.

- Whoa. - Get back here!

You apologize to your brother right now for sayin' that.

Fine, I'm sorry for saying I wish you were arrested.

Is everyone happy? - I'm better.

Well, I'm glad everyone else is

because I'm miserable in this family.

- That's your daughter. - So Jeremy...

We not gonna make her apologize for calling me a im-- a im...

an im-imbillit? Ow!

The word is imbecile. All right?

- Where am I? - Look, you're gonna have

to make this up to your sister, okay?

- Okay. - I'm not dealin' with this.

Hello. Yeah, Lindor.

Is he okay?

Baby, your father's taking care of everything.

He'll be fine. Don't worry.

Wait, what? Oh no. Oh, my God, no.

No, okay, look, look, just stay calm, all right?

Don't panic. Don't panic, all right?

We gonna get you out of there. Okay? All right.

Just, just be cool. I'm on my way right now.

All right.

- What is it? - I got good news and bad news.

The good news is they set bail.

Bad news?

Bad news is

he's officially been charged

with assault,

resisting arrest and endangering a police officer.

Dad, those are felonies. He didn't do anything.

Oh my God, Jeremy.

Look, I better go.

Jeremy, grab his sweater.

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The key's behind the desk.

Hey, thanks again for posting my bail, Mr. Washington.

I'll make sure I get it back to you.

Yeah, I know you will.

I really appreciate you looking out for me.

Yeah, I'm just sorry you had to deal with that.

Have a seat, man.

It wasn't your fault.

Yeah, so look, this is what I don't understand.

Your dad is the sheriff, right?

He never taught you how to deal with situations

like this with the police?

I mean, 'cause look, all that resisting?

That stuff, that just made it worse.

All right, I know. I just got so mad.

I know, but where did that get you?

Because now there's a resisting arrest assault, not to mention

you put my family in danger.

Look, I'm sorry.

I, I should have handled that better.

Well, I'm glad you realize that.

Yeah.

I've been told that I have anger issues.

Yeah, well, you might want to get on that

before it gets worse.

Maybe so.

I can usually control it.

I just knew for a fact that I didn't do anything.

So why do they think it was you?

I... I have no, I have no idea.

They said that they had a witness.

Look, I'm no perfect man, but I'm not running around

in the street committin' crimes.

I keep to myself, Mr. Washington.

I don't do nothin' to nobody.

Good. How's your father?

Um, I don't really know.

We don't really talk.

So don't you think you should tell him about this?

What's the point?

He's just gonna punch me and yell.

Whoa. Punch you?

So he was abusing you.

Not every day.

No. One day is too much.

Was he at least taking care of you?

I mean, he provided a roof,

but he wouldn't let me eat anything.

- He wouldn't let you eat? - No, he said the food was his.

And, um, he just wanted me to

make a way for myself, I guess.

- That's rough. - Yeah.

I hate him. - Whoa, whoa, don't say that.

- No, I do. - Lindor, don't say that.

Now right now, your father, he's a difficult man.

Yeah, whew. I'm sorry he whooped your ass.

- Yeah. What? - Yeah.

No. What? Who told you that?

- He did. - Oh, he's an abuser and a liar.

Nobody whipped my ass.

I'm Jeremy Washington.

I've been whooping ass since 7th grade.

Before that is a different story, but it's been that long

since I got my ass whipped.

Okay, sorry, Mr. Washington. Let's bring it back.

Yeah, no, no, 'cause I remember, I remember.

He did get one in. I went on one knee.

I got back up. I was like, aight, good one.

And then I finished it. - Okay, Mr. Washington,

maybe we both need to be in some anger management classes.

We can go together. We'll carpool.

I'm just sayin',

somebody talkin' bout they whipped my ass.

This ain't about me, this about you.

- Yeah. - This is about you, all right?

Now look, I know you were staying up north for a while.

Where are you stayin' now?

Ye--I, I'm with my, my uncle.

Yeah, he knows all about my dad and everything.

- Your uncle? - Yeah.

Well, I mean, let your family know 'cause

you're gonna need them right now.

Okay, yeah. Well, I gotta get goin'.

Tell everyone I said thank you.

I will.

You know, everybody was worried about you around here.

They really do love you.

Thank you.

I love you guys, too.

You're the only family I got.

Wait, um,

please be careful gettin' home, okay?

Yes, sir.

Hey, Lindor, Lindor, wait.

Um, do the speed limit, man.

Please 'cause you really can't afford

to get into any more trouble.

Yes, sir.

All right?

All right.

Have a good night. - Yeah.

Bills, bills, more bills. There're bills everywhere.

What's wrong with you, Brown?

I got all kind of bills.

Just every time I look up, it's another bill.

Well, you could've had $25,000,

but no, you wanted to listen to Ms. Cora.

Oh, well, what is it, Mr. Brown?

You havin' lady problems?

No, Cora. I got 99 problems and--

- What, Mr. Brown? - ain't one of them.

Cora, I just got all these bills, look, there's got to be

at least $4,500 worth of bills right here.

Well, Mr. Brown, just keep living right.

I mean, the Lord'll make a way.

He said He'll never leave us nor forsake us.

You'll get that $4,500. - Oh, Cora.

You just so holy, you ain't no earthly good.

Now, look, don't start fakin'

like you got hurt in that accident.

Ain't nobody fakin'. I'ma be drowin' in bills.

That's what I'm finsta' be doin'.

I'ma be drownin'.

You happy that I'm drownin' in bills, since I couldn't get

that $25,000? - You're not gonna be drowning.

I'm drowning. Cora, give me PPR when I drown.

What? Everything's gonna work out, just hold on.

- I'm drownin', Cora. - You are not drowning.

- Give me PPR. -Oh!

Philip.

Look, I'm just grabbin' some of my clothes and then I'm leaving.

Don't worry.

Sleeping in a cold rec room tonight.

No, I was looking for you.

Look, if you try to do anything to me,

I'm gonna scream,

louder than I just did.

I'm gonna do anything to you, you imbecile.

See, there's that word again.

Listen, Mom and Dad told me about Lindor.

That is so messed up.

I know. He didn't do it, Sandra.

He was here all day. - I know.

It was the main reason we were at that protest.

- What are we gonna do? - What can we do?

No, there's a lot we can do.

We can't let Lindor get in trouble when he's innocent.

All right, whatever you want to do, I'm down.

Now it's the last of my clothes. My mouthwash.

I can't have my breath kicking.

I'll be on my way.

Wait, Philip. Don't go, I just...

I wanted to say that I'm sorry.

Is this a setup?

Are you trying to get me back in the room so--

so you can kill me in my sleep?

Would you just listen?

Okay, look, the other night when I heard that commotion,

I was terrified that something had happened to you.

You were? You weren't excited?

- Maybe a little bit. - What?

I'm kidding. Okay, I couldn't help myself.

But seriously, I would never have wanted you to get arrested.

I would never want anything to happen to you.

I know and I'm sorry, Sandra.

I shouldn't have taken your jacket without asking first.

I'm going to get it back and I'm gonna buy you a new one.

- Yeah, you better. - So we good?

Forget it.

I can get a new jacket, but there's only one of you.

Ew.

Okay, okay, enough.

Get the address for Mr. Reginald.

And I'll talk to the people on his bus

and get 'em to write character references.

Great idea, everyone on his bus loves him.

Hey, looks like you two made up.

Yeah, somethin' like that.

Well, just be quiet, Jeremy, let it be. Thank God.

Oh, there y'all two go.

Hey, I'm gonna be a little late tomorrow.

I gotta take Ms. Loretta to dialysis, okay?

- Okay, Mr. Brown. - All right.

- Yo, Brown. - What?

Got a letter for ya, fool.

- A letter? - Here.

Who would send you a letter, Mr. Brown?

I don't know, Cora.

This say it's from, uh, I don't have my glasses on.

It say it's from Gerald Tomkins.

I don't know no Gerald Tomkins.

Well, maybe it's Ms. Loretta's son.

I don't know, Cora. You read it.

I get nervous with letters. - Okay.

- It could be from the ARS. - You mean IRS.

It's okay, Mr. Brown, just calm down.

Here we go. It says, "Dear Mr. Brown,

"words cannot express the gratitude that my family has

"for you for all that you do for my mother, Loretta Tomkins.

"Being out of the country during her illness

"has been so difficult. Our only comfort has been

"knowing that you are there looking after her.

"Please accept this gift from my family

for $25,000." - $25,000!

- What? - I told you, Mr. Brown.

Just have faith. Look at the Lord.

Well, I'll be damned.

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