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Previously on Bob Hearts Abishola...

I am your new pastor, Joseph Falade.

And I wanted to sit with you to show you

that I am not a prophet.

I am just a man.

A man with a theology degree from Harvard

and this wonderful handmade suit.

It seems the pastor has taken a liking

to a certain married member of his flock.

Who?

Mummy, is that a new dress?

It is.

I like to look my best...

for God.

We're all set.

The rest of the team's ready to meet you.

I appreciate you getting me this interview.

Oh, are you kidding? They are gonna love you.

This is the right move, Goodwin.

Yes, it is.

(laughing)

I have never heard your mother giggle before.

Me, neither.

I was 15 the first time

I saw her smile with teeth.

And now the pastor has probably seen

every molar in her mouth.

Can you blame her? He's a charming guy.

Every time he talked, I felt like he was looking right at me.

I also felt like his eyes were following me.

Like the Mona Lisa.

Or those cat clocks.

Your mother is drooling over the pastor

like a plate of chin chin.

If this gets out,

we will be forced to find a new church.

I should've known something was up when Ebun showed cleavage.

That is my thing.

It is our thing.

(both laugh)

You giggle like your sister.

Hello, Ogechi.

The pastor and a married woman.

What will people say?

Perhaps we should keep this to ourselves.

Perhaps.

Or perhaps not.

("Ifanla" by Sola Akingbola playing)

E kaale, Mumm. Kaale.

You are going out?

Yes.

Bible study.

You are taking wine?

It is the blood of Christ.

His blood is a sparkling rosé?

Why are you questioning me?

I am just worried, Mummy.

Worried about what?

You are a married woman. People are talking.

Are you one of these "talking" people?

Of course not.

Good.

Because it is none of your business.

(sighs)

E kaale, Mummy. Granny.

Where have you been?

I was studying at Jason's house.

What do you even know about this Jason?

We're in class together.

And his mom's a dentist.

You cannot just rush into studying with somebody.

Have you even thought about your old study partner

and how he would feel

if he knew you were studying with Jason?

No.

Exactly. You cannot just go out all night

studying and carrying on.

It's 5:30.

How dare you talk back to me.

Go to your room.

And think about what you are doing

to this family.

Yes, Mum.

You let that boy get away with far too much.

Where do you go to church?

First Lutheran. Every Sunday.

Do you enjoy the services?

Oh, yes, the best four hours of my week.

Four hours?

I'll take my chances in hell.

I need your signature for payroll.

I hope you remembered to pay yourself.

Amusing every time.

And one more for your records. What's this?

My resignation.

Thank you for the last 30 years.

(laughs)

Wait, you're serious?

Yes, Mr. Wheeler. I wish you continued success.

No, huh-uh, no.

I have thought about this decision for quite some time,

and it is not one I take lightly.

Please, Goodwin, don't do this.

Mr. Wheeler, do not make this harder than it is.

You can't go. We're a team. Like Lennon and McCartney,

Hall and Oates, Wheeler and...

How do you say your last name?

Olayiwola.

Yeah, that.

Goodbye, Mr. Wheeler.

Aw, just sit down, let's talk about this.

It is too late.

I have already accepted another job at Toesey Woesies.

My sister stole you?

If you call offering me a higher-paying job

with better prospects stealing, then yes.

How could you do this to me? Sir...

as long as you are here, I can never be promoted.

I knew I had to leave

when I found myself wishing for your death.

That's okay. I wish for my death all the time.

I am sorry, Mr. Wheeler.

Oh, don't be sorry, just stay.

Wheeler and Olayiwola.

See, I said it. I can change!

The tea is delicious, thank you.

Y-You are welcome.

What is it, oolong?

Yes.

It is funny.

I prefer a breakfast tea.

Even at dinnertime.

Oh, just get on with it, Ogechi!

I would rather take things slow.

Unlike your loose-moraled sister.

I do not know what you are talking about.

Ebun is a respectable, pious woman.

Oh, yes, I have no doubt she has been touched

by a holy hand.

What is it you want, Ogechi?

I want to help you keep this from becoming a scandal.

You are the only other person who knows.

So just don't tell anyone.

That is not going to happen.

Unless...

Unless?

I have always wanted to run the potluck.

Olu runs the potluck.

I have always wanted to run the potluck.

Done. And I want my son,

Chukwuemeka, on the deacon board.

But he is just a boy! Tunde.

Do not fight her. It's all right.

I like knowing it upsets him.

(sighs) Fine.

I will put him on the deacon board.

And let that be the end of it.

Of course, thank you.

Now, let's talk Christmas seating.

Great, yes. That's the new campaign.

With every pair of socks we sell,

Toesey Woesies will donate a pair to a homeless person.

So we get a tax break

and free advertising whenever people drive

through an underpass.

Call you back.

Hey, big brother, what's up?

Ah, you remember we're related.

That's encouraging. Okay, look.

Before you say anything,

you need to know, Goodwin came to me.

And you didn't come to me.

Mm... no.

What the hell? I've always supported you.

Even when you went to work for a competitor.

I know. Mom wanted to have you institutionalized.

Bob, this isn't personal.

A talented executive asked to join my company.

It'd be bad business to turn him away.

Oh, so this is just business to you?

Our family means nothing.

Can I tell you a secret? Yeah.

Less than nothing.

What happened to you? What happened

to the sweet little girl I used to take for ice cream?

Oh, she gets her own ice cream now,

'cause she's the boss bitch.

Oh, you know who you sound like?

The boss bitch? No.

The boss bitch from whence we came.

Don't you dare.

Oh, yeah, it's like I'm looking at you, but I'm talking to Mom.

You shut up. I'm not anything like her!

Listen to yourself.

Get out of here, Bobby!

Oh, my God. Get out!

Bye, Mom.

(exhales)

What have I become?

I could book my mother a Caribbean cruise.

She'd be away from the pastor for two weeks.

So she can meet another lover?

You know what women of her age do in the Caribbean.

They get their groove back.

I say let your mom have some fun.

Sounds like a harmless flirt.

"Harmless" would have been getting herself

somebody from outside of the church.

Do not poop where you pray.

She's a married woman.

She should not be pooping at all.

You said it was a loveless marriage. Yes.

That's why I told her she could stay in America.

So you just wanted her to sit in your guest room

alone and miserable forever?

No, I was hoping eventually she would get a place of her own.

Ladies, please.

We all agree this is Abishola's fault.

Huh? But the question is,

what are we going to do about it?

You could let her be happy.

Or... we could

burn their forbidden love to the ground.

I like Kemi's idea.

If we cannot keep your mother away from the pastor,

we will take the pastor away from her.

How? Hmm. Leave that to me.

All right, that's my cue. Where are you going?

I don't want to have to testify against you.

(sighs)

Don't set a place for my mom.

She's still at the office looking for a way

to screw Goodwin out of his last paycheck.

Oh, she is so dedicated.

Did she drink all the wine, too?

That was my mother.

Apparently, she and the pastor get very...

thirsty during bible study.

Well, at least your mom's capable of love.

You say that like it's a good thing.

Let me ask you something.

Do you think I'm an honest guy?

Do you trust me?

What have you done?

I promised Goodwin my job to keep him working at MaxDot,

but deep down I don't think I ever intended to quit.

What is wrong with that?

It's dishonest.

Sounds like good business.

You motivated a worker.

He's not just a worker-- he's my friend.

Some friend you are. You lied to him.

I didn't mean to.

I know.

I guess I'm just afraid that if I'm not running things

then, you know, what-what good am I?

That is a fair question.

Okay, before we get in there, let me hear it again.

I am so happy that you and my mother have found each other.

That is terrible. I don't believe a word of that.

Because it is not true.

I don't want the pastor dating my mother.

He needs to feel we are on his side

so he lets his guard down.

Then I will seduce him and prove

that he's just another dirty dog.

How? (scoffs)

By offering him these fresh biscuits.

FALADE: Come in.

Those are fresh?

Ah. Hello, Kemi, Abishola.

Hello, Pastor.

Can we... speak to you?

(door closes) Of course.

Sit down.

(exhales, grunts)

What can I do for you?

Well, Abishola has something to say.

How could you,

a man of God,

be carrying on with a married woman?

(exhales)

She's also very happy for you.

I understand your concern,

but, I assure you, nothing inappropriate has occurred.

You spend the whole church service

making eyes at my mother.

(sighs) I cannot deny

that I have feelings for Ebun.

KEMI: And why deny

your feelings?

If you see something you want...

(whispers): you take it.

Abishola,

I am sorry.

I never expected this to happen.

But your mother is...

(chuckles) a remarkable woman.

Smart, funny, kind.

My mother?

Ebunoluwa Adebisi Odegbami?

I-I was hoping, on some level,

that you, of all people, might understand.

What is that supposed to mean?

(sighs) You also were in an unhappy marriage

and fell in love with another.

What do you know about it?

Your mother told me all about you and Bob.

You have never been afraid to take risks

in order to be happy.

She admires your courage.

Really?

(chuckles) She may not speak those words to you,

but, believe me, they are in her heart.

KEMI: Yes.

The big, beating,

bouncy heart.

Anything?

No?

Okay, we are leaving.

Goodwin.

Yes, my dear.

Mr. Wheeler is here.

Hi!

Mr. Wheeler, what are you doing here?

I just wanted to talk.

You know I've never been to your house before?

Yes, we are aware.

Please, come in.

Nice space here.

Thank you.

From Lagos with Love

by Goodwin O.?

It is a fast-paced thriller

about a man who works in a sock factory by day

and fights injustice by night.

"All while learning to love."

I didn't know you were an aspiring author.

Oh, there is much you do not know about me, Mr. Wheeler.

Mm. I am also

a notary public

and a beekeeper. No kidding.

I will give you some honey on your way out.

Thanks. Listen, I-I just stopped by to say...

I know why you quit.

I get it.

You do?

I was never gonna leave.

I was lying to myself and I was lying to you.

Yes. You were being...

(speaks foreign language)

What's that? I believe the English translation is

"liar, liar, pants on fire."

I just want you to know that I wish you the best

and I hope we can stay friends. (sighs)

I hope so, too.

It is unlikely, but I still hope.

(chuckles) Come here.

You're gonna do great at that new job.

I know.

And you are going to be lost without me.

I know.

Maybe you can promote your brother, Douglas.

Just give me some honey and I'll get out of here.

Have a teaspoon every morning

and your colon will thank you.

(footsteps approaching) TIWA: Goodwin,

will you and Mr. Wheeler be needing some refreshments?

Oh, no, I was just leaving.

Good.

Oh. (chuckles)

(chuckling)

He really does seem to like her.

Mm-hmm.

Maybe this is a good thing for the both of them.

Maybe. But I'm still going to try and seduce him.

What? N-No.

I don't need you to do that anymore.

Oh, it's not for you.

It's for me.

Hello, Pastor!

Oh, thank you.

Look at her, putting cookies next to the meat.

(clicks tongue) This is chaos.

That would have never happened

when you were refreshment coordinator.

She's a terrible woman,

blackmailing us like that.

She is despicable.

Tunde.

Olu.

Ogechi. Ogechi.

Tunde, now that my son is on the deacon board,

it looks like there are enough votes to make you head deacon.

Me?

If you are interested.

(chuckling) Boy, yes!

Come, let's walk and discuss.

Ah! What are you doing?

I'm making a deal with the devil.

I'll see you at home.

(indistinct chatter)

I'm just gonna say it.

It's weird without Goodwin here.

I had breakfast with him this morning.

I cannot believe it will be eight hours

until I see him again.

Did you guys know he was a beekeeper?

Of course. Sure. Of course.

I sell his honey at the farmers market.

At least I'll see him on Saturday.

I didn't deserve him.

All right, quit your crying.

We got work to do.

Speaking of which,

thought about promoting someone to fill the vacancy?

No.

DOTTIE: We don't need anybody else.

We got Bob. He'll pick up the slack,

like he always does.

We believe in you, Mr. Wheeler.

Of course you do.

He's never let us down.

When his father, Max, died,

he quit school and swooped in to save us.

Isn't that right, honey?

I gave up my dream of being a sportscaster

to come here.

And when your first marriage was falling apart,

where were you?

Here.

And four days after your heart attack,

which this job gave you,

where were you?

Right back here, working up another one.

Exactly.

My Bobby doesn't need friends.

He doesn't need hobbies.

He's got MaxDot.

The whole country could be hit by an atomic bomb

and our little cockroach would still be here selling socks.

Hey, Bobby, where you going?

Bob? Bobby!

If he's gonna leave, maybe I should run the meeting.

No.

♪ Don't stop talking 'bout freedom ♪

♪ Get going, lots to be learned ♪

♪ And lots to be knowing 'bout people ♪

(phone rings) * Got to reach 'em

Yes? DOTTIE: Where did you go?

Out.

We're in the middle of a meeting. I know.

You can't just leave in the middle of a meeting.

I know.

Well, get back here!

No. I don't think I will.

What do you mean?

What the hell is going on?!

♪ Go away

♪ 'Cause freedom

♪ Just might come your way.

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