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Whew, all right, I'm so excited, Mr. Brown.

- Yeah! - What are you doin'?

I'm settin' out a whole bunch of refreshments

that ain't nobody gonna eat.

For who?

For the residents who may not like their coffee black,

and who may want they chicken baked

instead of smothered in a whole bunch of gravy,

who also may just like...

What would normal folks like, Mr. Brown?

Don't be ridiculous. Come on, now.

Where you say he comin' from?

He's comin' from Sautee, Nachoochee, Georgia.

I think that's what he said.

Well, wherever he comin' from, he not gonna like none of that

unless he got fresh out of prisoner.

What is all of that?

Okay, I got some good old quiche-a cakes.

Kiesha?

Yes, quiche-a cakes is what those are.

These are green bean casserole dip,

bologna chips, and spam balls.

Spam balls? You need to stop, Mr. Brown.

I've never heard of a spam ball!

Well, Cora, people eatin' everything spam.

It's a little hot in here today.

Oh, I cranked the heat up 'cause it's cold outside.

It's, it's, it's real cold.

Oh, no need to do that, Mr. Brown.

My hot flashes are the cause of global warming.

I know you right, girl.

I'm comin'!

Oh, that's our new resident.

Yes!

Hey, look at you, lookin' like you lookin'!

It's cold enough to make a grown man

shiver without shame.

Well, come on in, come on in.

Cora, it's the new res, res...

- Resident. - Yes.

How you doin' sir? I'm Cora Simmons.

Yeah. Just, just call me Pitstop.

- Okay. - I'm a retired trucker.

Ooh-ee!

It's cold enough

to make a snowman die from hypothermia.

This is my sister, River Smalls.

River Smalls, ain't nothin' small about her.

Y'all see anything...?

We in the right place?

Yes, yes.

Pleasant Days?

Pleasant Days, where everything around here is pleasant.

- Yes. - You're having a pleasant day.

I'm Cora Simmons, welcome to Pleasant Days.

Welcome to your new home, Pitstop.

Thank you.

Oh darling, I starred in Going with the Wind ,

but I didn't play the maid.

Just take it.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

We, we...

You need anything?

- We got-- - Oh, I'm sorry.

We have nice refreshments over here if you'd like some.

Oh, no, I'm not stayin'.

We got spam balls!

Oh...

This is my favorite.

Girl got excited about the food.

You know, this place ain't half bad,

it's just we ain't used to bein' around so many...

- Old folks. - Old folks.

Boy, they scared me right there.

When they paused, I started think', uh-oh.

Okay, well come on in, welcome. And just enjoy yourself.

All the balls, all the spam balls.

Yes, yes. Enjoy the balls.

Thank you.

And the, the bologna chips. Yes.

Quiche-a cakes, yes. With angel eggs on top.

What kind of chips?

♪ No matter what you do, I love you ♪

♪ No matter where you go, I'm behind you for sure ♪

♪ Always remember Blood aint never water ♪

♪ We'll make it if we stay together ♪

Come on in and have a seat.

Come on, have a seat over there.

Ain't nobody gonna bite you.

Or rob you.

Not while you lookin'.

Ah, there he is.

Our new member to the family.

I am Efe.

I don't think we look too much alike.

My brother, you don't see the resemblance?

Yeah, I do. Y'all both got smoker's tooth.

Mr. Brown...

What?

Hey, so are you from...?

You, I think they say you from Hoochie Coochie?

Nacahoochie Coochie, way up in the mountains.

We learned to hunt.

Oh, you hunt!

What y'all hunt?

Deer, bison, humans? All that stuff?

Mostly humans.

Oh! What?

I'm kiddin', I ain't never killed anybody.

I did have a girl try to kill me once.

- Really? - I still don't understand it.

I start datin' her mother, and the chick went goofy.

I, I guess it ain't your fault

that the mama look better than the daughter.

Exactly what I told her.

If you into that kinda stuff.

So, so, so do you, do you still hunt?

No, the arthritis got to me. Froze up my trigger finger.

Was out, and well, my prey grabbed me.

My partner grabbed it and, and choked it to death

and skinned that coon,

and we ate it that night.

Messed with the wrong guys.

We caught a redneck, a redneck cannibal.

Mr. Brown, he's talkin' about racoons.

Well, how am I supposed to know raccoon, he didn't say raccoon?

Well, how was your drive comin' up, Mr. Pitstop?

You know where I can get some real food, Mr. Disco Ball?

Because you're shiny.

Oh, you talkin' to me?

I'm surprised you got enough tooths to make a ache.

Mr. Armpits.

Talkin' about somebody, he don't talk to me.

He's just trying to show himself friendly.

It's okay. That's all.

Whatever.

So, Mr. Pitstop, what do you have in mind?

Maybe I could whip somethin' up for you.

You look like you could come up with

some southern fried chicken, Fluffy.

What did he say?

He said, "You look like you could come up with

some southern fried chicken, Fluffy."

What exactly is that supposed to mean?

- I'ma whoop him-- - No, no, no Cora!

Uh-uh, no, no!

What you mean?

He just tryin' to show himself friendly.

That what you say?

Y'all's wound up like that...

That rope that we used to use to

- lasso cattle with, and... - Oh.

Hey, are those pork rinds?

Yes, barbecue flavor.

You got some hot sauce?

See?

We can be same brothers from another mother.

Yes, yes, I've been getting your texts.

All 12 of them.

Okay, look.

Just meet me out front before class,

and I'll have it then.

All right.

Hey, son.

You got up early.

Yeah, I'm just finishin' this paper.

You got another one?

Right?

Teachers keep assigning homework

like we have nothing better to do at home.

Well, what's this one about?

Oh, it's a persuasive essay on whether reality TV

is giving teens a false sense of reality.

Well, you believe that it is, right?

What?

I learn most of my life from reality shows.

What have you learned on reality shows?

That they're real.

Like, remember when Jay-C ripped that girl's wig off,

and her eyelashes on Hate and Hip Hop ?

Just taught me, see what a girl really looks like.

Oh, Lord. Where did we go wrong?

Well, I'm proud of you, son, for knockin' your work out.

All right? Good job.

More like it's knockin' me out.

I didn't get no sleep last night.

We didn't get any sleep either.

Sure didn't.

That's--that's nasty.

When you get home from school, take you a nice little nap.

I can't, I'm tutoring some kids after school today.

Look at you! Is this a paid gig?

Well, it depends. I have three.

Three fees.

One for fine, one for super fine,

and one for, "I can't believe you're even asking me."

Today I'm tutoring Sheila Shopshire,

and she gets a 99.999% discount, you know what I mean?

Somebody left this on the printer.

And essay on technology's influence

on the stupidity of man by Freddie...

Oh, yeah, that's, that's mine, that's mine.

You know teachers messed up the papers or whatever, yeah.

They have 180 students, and you know, they...

You'd think they'd know who's who, right?

Okay. You guys have a good one.

You, too!

I'm callin' Ms. Johnson.

Word.

Acting weird.

- Yeah. - Sheila Shopshire.

99%?

Wow...

What do we have here?

We, as in not you,

have black-eyed peas, collards, fried chicken,

hot water cornbread, and 7-Up cake.

Well, can I get a little shot?

You might pull back a nub.

And this is worth a fight.

We're introducing Pitstop to the soulful side.

He be knowin' all about that high blood pressure diet.

Naw, ain't no high blood pressure diet.

My grandmother put lard in her coffee,

and she outlived Methuselah.

I ain't ate like this since the last coon I skinned.

Raccoon.

Okay, I'm gonna need you to put the "ra" on the coon,

because that's too close what you comin' up with.

Okay...

Here you go, Mr. Pitstop.

I have your paperwork for you.

I need you to initial here,

and I need you to sign there and there.

Yeah, when you sign, you will officially be one of us.

What, black?

He said black.

I'll get the door.

Okay, you got it?

Are you okay, Pitstop?

Yeah, yeah, I'm all right. I'm sorry.

It's just sometimes my hand seizes up,

I, I can't hold onto things.

Well, that's okay. No need to apologize.

You know what...? You got it?

- Right there, right there. - Help me.

And I think I got somethin'

that can relieve that for you a little.

All right? Let me go get it right quick.

- You got it? - Yeah.

There you go. Thank you.

You know, my third husband suffered with arthritis

in the most unusual areas.

Stiff joints can have some advantages.

Hey, y'all!

Look who came back!

- You're being unreasonable! - You never asked my permission!

You back for more spam balls?

- Little Smalls? - Where's my daddy?

He would be the one right here.

He's the one there with green juice dripping down his chin.

Daddy, pack up.

You ain't spendin' the rest of your life with these...

Black-eyed peas.

You about to give me a heart-a-check.

Nobody asked me permission to throw you in a home

with fossils.

Who you callin' fossils?

You better watch it,

I'll have Cora take you outside and punch you in the throat.

My money's on her.

Her knuckles are bigger than mine.

I'll bet a hundred shares of redneck crypto on that one.

I take it you're Mr. Pitstop's daughter.

Well, welcome to Pleasant Days.

Where everything's pleasant until somebody like you come in.

Well, I ain't here for no pleasantries.

Daddy, let's go.

You ain't never been comfortable with these...

Black-eyed peas.

I am now.

So, I, I don't normally like to get into family business...

Then don't.

I'mma have to lay my Bible on the shelf, Mr. Brown,

'Cause this one right here...

We gonna have to talk it out. In private.

In private.

Is this your idea of private?

Well, it is when you own every square inch of the place!

Right.

This is gonna take a minute. This...

This cornbread is callin' my name.

He like the cornbeard.

Kelly was upset that I found a nice home for him.

No...

Kelly was upset because nobody asked me nothin'.

I dropped by your house and

it was as clean as a chicken coop

a day after the slaughter.

How dare you prance up here with all your hogwash, Kelly?

Your father's shack was rundown so much

that it made the outhouse look good!

And you don't ever call on him.

Unless it's two days after

you hear an emergency vehicle go down the road!

That's not true.

I go by one day after I hear sirens.

He could be dead by then, and you wouldn't even know it.

I can buy him a new house

with the money he's wasting here.

Not if he dead.

My brother was lonely and unhappy.

And now look at him!

I'm one of them.

Black?!

Part of a family, Kelly.

Daddy are you on somethin'?

What did you people give him, fossil biscuits?

No, love. A lot of love, Kelly!

That's what we do around here.

It's up to Pitstop where he spends his latter years.

Well, so are you comin' home with me now, Daddy?

Or continuin' with your...

Black-eyed peas.

Cora just, helped me out with my arthritis,

gave me somethin' I've never tried before.

You know, now I'm gettin' ready to get Mr. Brown into honkytonk.

Yee-hoo!

Fine.

But don't count on me visitin' you.

Unfortunately, I never did.

You mean to tell me that you wanna stay here

with a bunch of these...

Loving folks?

Come on.

It only makes sense, Kelly.

Oh, Daddy.

They may be all smiles now, but when that dies off,

you're gonna be livin' under a whole new set of rules.

I mean, you always taught us to be on your own.

Well, I will give you that one.

Now, you put me in charge of your money,

and I am not gonna let these people just take it away.

- "These people"? - "These people"?

I have gone ahead and put your assets on hold.

Now, you've got three days to come to your senses.

Keep your hands off my assets.

Don't rearrange my face! Look, I got your essay!

Oh.

Hey, hey, Mr. Reginald.

Everything okay, son?

Yeah, just doin' a little homework.

Ah, writing under an alias, huh?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, just...

Just like Shakespeare.

"Whose tongue soe'er speaks false

not truly speaks.

Who speaks not truly, lies."

Say what?

It means quit lyin', son.

This paper says Freddie Fibbins.

What?

Dang.

Teacher must think we look the same or somethin'.

Young man, I'm a retired judge.

I can smell a lie before it's told.

I had a friend who was failing once...

Asked for my help.

But he used me as a crutch.

Didn't really wanna learn.

So, I stopped helpin' him.

You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make him drink.

What?

Your friend was a farmer?

No... uh--

My friend didn't want to put in the work.

Now, the best way to help Freddie...

Is make him do his own homework.

What y'all doin' up? It's after midnight.

Ah, well, I was just answering nature's call,

and found young Philip here dozing off.

Hey, I'mma talk to your teachers tomorrow about this homework.

All right now, this is enough for two students.

I'll say.

Goodnight, Shakespeare.

Wait, Dad, you don't need to talk to the teacher.

Remember that tutoring thing I told you I was doing?

Yeah, your gig.

Yeah, actually one of the students I'm tutoring

is the principal's son.

You talkin' about the suburban kid

that thinks he's a gangster from the mean streets of Lilburn?

Yep, yep, that's the one.

He actually paid me to write one of his essays.

Son...

That's cheating.

Look, I didn't cheat, like, he's the one that cheated.

I didn't.

And he paid for my services, so that's just business.

Philip, you could get kicked out of school for this, come on.

Not in this case.

I mean, his dad is the principal.

He, he wouldn't kick out his own son.

Yeah, well, I'm gonna talk to him first thing in the morning.

You can't do that.

Look, Freddie said if I don't write his essays for him,

he's gonna get his dad to kick me off the Dean's list.

Son, you can't get kicked off the Dean's list.

All right?

Now, I want you to give Freddie his money back,

trash those essays,

and let him deal with choosing to be dumb.

But if I...

He might rearrange my face.

I mean, he got the fake tattoo, the arm sleeve,

and look, he's a real gangster.

I know.

From the mean streets of Lilburn.

I think you're gonna be all right, okay?

Now, go to bed.

Well, if he does, at least I'll be well rested.

Might help my recovery.

Man, you're a punk.

Kelly's always been my bullheaded child.

Yeah, she, she looked like she was bullheaded.

Well, that's the way her mom and I raised her.

I can understand that.

My father was the same way with me.

He made me study every Black Dynamite movie,

put me in karate, wrestling, boxing, jiujitsu...

- Oh, wow. - Street fighting!

And balanced it all out with ballet.

Why ballet?

He wanted me to be flexible enough

to roundhouse kick a predator five times

before they blinked, while doin' a pirouette.

I don't know, I just...

I don't feel like I can get through to 'em.

Well, Mr. Pitstop, it's your life.

It can be challenging to make a transition in life.

But Pitstop, what you have seen here so far at Pleasant Days

is who we are.

Yep, what you see is what you get.

And I think you should just think about

what you really want.

I think I know what I really want.

Okay, what's that?

I want some more of them greens.

You have Cora, Cora can make 'em...

All right, all right, that's it.

I'll call my bank and get my daughter off my account.

So, does this mean you're a part of us now?

Y'all had me at barbecued pork rinds.

Well, welcome.

- Welcome to the family. - Welcome, welcome.

You got to learn... Hey.

When you're here, you gotta learn it's like,

"You heard what I'm sayin', you know what I mean?"

Ya heard me?

You got some brother in you.

Welcome, welcome.

Welcome. Welcome.

Okay, give me some, give me honkytonk lessons.

- Listen to this break. - Okay.

Every time I get near her, she scoots.

- Yeah? - Every time I get there.

Mama won't let me near her boots.

Every time that she scoots, I'm near her boots.

Go on, you try it, Mr. Brown.

♪ Every time I'm near her, she scoots ♪

♪ Every time... Again, with me.

♪ Every time I'm near her, she scoots ♪

- Yeah. - Yeah.

♪ She won't let me knock them boots ♪

Break it down!

♪ Every time I'm near her, she scoots ♪

♪ She scoots and scoots and...*

♪ She won't ever let me knock them boots ♪

You got it!

♪ Every time I'm near her, she scoots ♪

♪ And she, ooh yeah, won't let me knock them boots ♪

I know that honkytonk.

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Mm, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, she won't let me knock ♪

♪ Them... ♪

♪ Boots ♪

Let's hear it for Mr. Brown. Mr. Brown.