- Mom, Dad, this is Lindor. Can he stay for dinner?
- Yeah, sure. - That was awkward.
- That didn't go over how I thought it would.
- I'm on live stream, say hi. I'm live.
- Put that down. - He could have ruined
our business with that video.
- He only has three followers. - Bring us all
your loved ones.
- PHILIP: Are you Brown Bomber online?
- Get that out of my face? - How you get that?
- Because you're going viral. - Shut up.
- Let's just say the Brown Bum 'bout to be
swinging in green.
- ALL: Swinging in green!
Swinging in green!
- He's actually a nice kid.
There's something weird about him though.
- ♪
- [phone ringing]
- What--what the-- what the hell?
Who turned the phones on? - I don't know.
- Wasn't me. - I'll get it.
- Pleasant Days Assisted Living Facility.
- What?
- Yeah, yeah, we have vacancies.
- They wanna come over here?
- Yes. - [laughs]
- What's going on?
- Yep. Yep. Thank you.
- [phone chimes] - JEREMY: Yeah, no, uh-huh.
We'll be open then.
- What is going on?
- Hmm? No, no, no, thank you.
Alright, I got you. Take care.
- Oh-oh!
- They loving me. Look.
They like--another like. Another like!
- [phone ringing]
- All these people wanna come see the place.
- Well, oh my-- - Y'all can thank me later,
I know, thank me. Thank you.
I love you all. - I cannot believe
this clown got all these people following him
on the internet! - Well, you can thank
the clown later. Thank you.
- [phone chimes] - And another like!
- [phone ringing] - Wow!
- That is incredible!
- I thought you said he only had a few followers.
- I did say that, but how did that happen?
- Oh, a radio station picked it up and posted it.
- Really? Is that all it takes?
- Basically. - [phone chimes]
- CORA: Wow. - And another like!
- Well, looks likes we finally got a reason to celebrate
around here. - Oh, oh!
- Oh, yes, we do. - [applause]
- I'm gonna roll a joint for everybody!
Joint for you. Joint to you.
Two Christian joints for y'all. [laughs]
We gonna get high!
And I'm talking about the good--
- [phone ringing] - Don't you say it!
- --stuff. - [phone ringing]
- Somebody needs to go over there and answer those phones.
- Okay. [laughs] - [laughs]
- Oh goodness. - This is so--
- I'm happy for you guys.
This used to be a really nice place.
- You know the place?
- Yeah, I used to come out here and help out all the time.
- Did you?
Oh. What? - Mm, mm, nope,
don't let him get you, baby.
- What are you talking about? - No. No.
That's how he started to get me to like him.
- Well, he seems like a really nice kid, baby.
- Yeah, yeah, but not nice enough for my daughter.
- Honey, would you-- - No, look, look.
He trying to be slick.
He's gonna try to flip it on us, watch.
- Will you stop it? - Hmm-mm, look at him.
Look at him, see, he look weird. I don't like him.
- Nnnn...
I don't know, you just liked him five minutes ago.
- Yeah, well, I'm bipolar, okay, is what it is.
Alright before, this is now.
I don't like him anymore. Okay, look.
Look, he trying to put a spell on us.
- Well, you know, I like the spell, let's keep it.
- Alright, cool. When everybody walk around here with a man bun,
don't say nothing. - [sighs]
- Excuse me, are you guys talking about me?
- No! - Yes!
- [phone ringing] - Mom, Dad, stop.
Look, Lindor, I'm glad you're staying for dinner.
- So am I.
- Okay, alright, come on, everybody, let's eat, okay?
- Who--who gonna take care of phones? I wanna eat, too.
- Oh, oh, oh, we got the phones.
We got the phones. Okay, you eat.
- Look-- - Go ahead, go ahead, baby.
Y'all go on over there and eat, go.
Get on over there. - Okay, alright.
- Get on over to that. Get over to that.
- Cora, I want to eat.
- No, you don't wanna eat. - Yes, I wanna eat.
Why I don't wanna eat? Cora, I wanna eat.
- Just answer the phone.
- Hello?
♪ 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 ♪♪
- Mm. Ah. - This is good.
- [laughs] Yes, it is.
Mm-mm, I mean, delicious.
- It's amazing what you can do with a little running water.
- [unintelligible] - [laughs]
- Put your foot in it.
Both feet. - [laughs]
- Thank me later. Thank me.
- You did fix the water.
- Cora, why you talking to them?
- What do you mean? - They didn't let us eat.
- We didn't wanna eat.
- I did wanna eat. - We--just calm down.
- Ain't nobody calmed up.
- Don't worry about it, we got plenty more.
- No, we don't.
- Yes, we do.
- Lindor had like five helpings.
- What? - Yeah.
Just...[munching].
- Oh my God. - I don't know.
Hey.
Your boyfriend greedy.
- I know, he's really hungry.
I feel bad.
And he's not my boyfriend.
- Yeah, he better not be.
- Then why do you keep looking at him like that?
- Well, I--I - "Well, uh, I"--
- Would you mind your business?
- Cora, can we go now? - Hold--hold on. Okay.
- I ain't gonna hang on, Cora.
- I was on the phone.
- Why--what--Cora, we should-- we gone to the house.
You gotta stop and get me some fast food.
- I'm not gonna get you no fast food.
I'm gonna get you a hot meal.
- Cora, you know when my sugar get low, look at my--
look how my eyes get when my sugar get low.
- I, yep-- - I blink fast, Cora.
- I know that. - Don't I look like
I'm sugar low? - Would you--
- Cora, I just feel--I feel faint, Cora.
- Oh, it's okay, Mr-- - Cora, I ain't ate!
- Mr. Brown, please. - Look at me.
I told you I need to eat.
You know if my sugar low, I just blank out.
- Mr. Brown, I--I-- - Cora, I feel like I'm
gonna blank out. - Now, hold on.
- I'm back. I'm back.
See, my sugar dropping, it'll come back up, Cora.
- Okay, well, I'm gonna-- - It dropped again.
I'm back up. - Would you stop doing that?
- Well, Cora, I'm hungry. - I'm gonna get you something
then-- - You ain't get me nothing.
Tell me why. - You're causing a scene.
- I--Cora, that's 'cause my stomach just bit my liver.
Now it's working on my kidneys.
- I'll tell you in the car. - But why you can't tell me
in the house? - Because--Mr. Brown, 'cause--
- Cora. Cora, is--is she nasty?
Cora, got roaches or something? - Now--
- Cora, they got roaches.
You sure, Cora? You sure they don't got no rats or nothing?
- No, come--what is wrong with you?
- Are you sure? - No, that's not what
I'm saying, no. - What you saying?
- Mr. Brown, you spitting. - 'Cause I'm hungry!
- Okay. This your inside voice?
- Okay, I need to lower my voice?
- Yes. - Okay.
Can you hear it down here? - I'm--I'm gonna tell you,
but you gotta be quiet. - I'm gonna be quiet.
Ssh, ssh. Tell me quiet, Cora.
- Okay, okay. She can't cook.
- She can't cook!
[whispers] She can't cook? - I said your inside voice.
- [mumbling] - I went over there and
I tasted it-- - [mumbling]
- Would you stop that? - I'm talking inside.
- I'm trying to tell you something.
- Tell me.
- I went over there and I tasted that soup,
oh sweet Jesus, I don't know what she put in that soup.
- It was nasty? - Oh, it was terrible.
- MR. BROWN: Yeah? - Girl!
You put your foot in this.
All the way up to the knee.
- Oh. Cora, that's what's wrong with her soup.
Cora, you hear, she put her feet in it.
- Uh, yeah. - Taste like dirty toenails
in the soup, don't it? - I don't know, it was
horrible. It was terrible. - I can't believe she put
her foot in the soup.
- To the bone. To the hip bone.
Foot all the way up.
You was just walking in the soup, girl.
- Cora, that's why the soup nasty.
- That's why it's nasty.
- They made that toenail soup, Cora.
- Girl, you was in this soup up to your neck.
You was in the soup!
- Hey, we ain't never gonna eat over here.
- You were backstroking in this damn soup, girl.
- They look like they enjoying it, Cora.
- Mm. - We gotta bring our lunch.
- Yeah, you're right. - You know what, Mr. Brown?
I can whip something up for you, you can take it with you,
okay? - JEREMY: Mm-hmm. Yeah.
- You talking about food?
- Yes, Mr. Brown, you said you were hungry, right?
- I was--I-- [indistinct mumbling]
No, I'm good. I'm good.
- It's not a problem. - No, I ate, um...
- LEAH: Said you was hungry. - No, I ate...
four days ago. It was good.
- Mr. Brown, you sure? - I'm good.
I'm good. - [phone ringing]
- Okay. Alright, okay.
- Alright, kids, y'all do the dishes.
- It's my pleasure.
- Suh, this kid. - [chuckles] What?
- He really is a nice kid.
- I know but, baby, he eats a lot.
- Well, damn.
That wasn't even his bread. - [gasps]
Oh my God.
- Sandra, will you help me?
- Is there another Sandra in here?
- Come on, it'll be fun.
- Okay. [giggles]
Okay. - Did she giggle?
She giggled.
- This kid is really making me like him.
- I know. Is that my daughter back there doing the dishes?
- Yes.
- Oh my gosh, baby, can we keep him? Can we keep him, please?
- Uh, you sure you wanna do that?
- Why, Grandpa? Why you say that?
- That boy steals.
- What are you talking about?
- You ain't see all that bread he was putting
in his pant's pocket? I mean, just bread.
Anybody bread he on-- - What?
- Eating bread, putting bread in his pocket, yes.
- No, I didn't see that. - Yeah.
- Well, he was eating a lot.
- I know, that's what I'm trying to tell you.
- You thinking what I'm thinking?
- The exact same thing.
This is the first time we've been on the same page
since you've been here, son.
We seeing eye to eye about that boy.
- Okay. - I mean, I'm thinking
what you thinking. We are one mind combined.
- And what am I thinking?
- That boy gonna have a yeast infection.
I mean, they're gonna have to shoot him in both cheeks
with something real strong.
And then salve all up in this area here.
- Did you really just say that?
- Look, I'm grown. I say what I want to.
But y'all need to get him to the doctor,
'cause something gonna fall off.
- That's disgusting.
- Baby? - Yeah?
- You think he's eating?
- I don't, and I met his father, so...
I wouldn't be surprised if he's not.
- [sighs] What do we do?
- Well, we could talk to him.
- Yeah, this baby is being abused, Jeremy.
- Now, now, come on, baby, let's not go that far.
- Something is not right, Jeremy.
I watched that boy eat tonight.
And he has not eaten in a long time.
- ♪
- [sighs]
- ♪
- MR. BROWN: [sighs] - Well, alright, y'all.
We're about to head out. - Alright.
- Okay. - And we have 11 appointments
to see the place. - Okay, that's nice.
- I thought you'd be more excited than that.
- Me, too.
- Uh, I am, Mr. Brown.
- Well, good, 'cause I got the virus, I'm happy.
- What? - The virus.
- No, Jeremy, he went viral.
That's what he talking about. - Oh, okay.
- That's what I said, Cora. The virus.
- No, virus and viral's two different things.
- I cannot believe this.
- Aren't you excited about the people to come see
the place? - Yeah, I wasn't--
I mean, I wasn't talking about that, but...
- So what you talking about?
- We think that that boy is being abused, Cora.
- Who? Who?
- Lindor. - Lindor?
- CORA: Really? - That boy grown.
- Mr. Brown, people can be abused at any age, okay?
- CORA: That's so true.
- And he still live with his daddy.
- Oh, y'all--y'all think his daddy
putting them hands on him? - Yes.
- Oh, his daddy is big, but-- - That--
- --that boy big his self. - We don't know.
- I'm gonna teach him if he put his hands
back on his daddy. - No, you will not.
- You know, I was in the gloves, Cora.
- No, Mr. Brown. - Oh, don't do that?
- No, don't do that. - Don't do that.
Okay, no, don't do that. You know, you abuse your kids.
- Mr. Brown. - What are you talking about?
- Y'all been making them eat that stuff y'all cooking.
- Uh-uh, okay, Mr. Brown, come on, let's go home.
Have a good night. - Just sit there and lie,
Cora, you gonna try to throw me under the bus.
- What am lying about? - Cora, I ain't just
fittin' to go out, like I'm gonna tell 'em.
- What are you--let's go.
- Look, somebody gotta tell this girl.
- You go get in the car. - If you got friends that
can't cook, you outta tell 'em.
- Let's go. - Don't go out like
no jive turkey, tell this girl she can't cook.
- I ain't no jive turkey. - You a jive sucker, Cora.
- You don't call me no jive sucker.
- Well, Cora, you ain't no good friend.
You're supposed to be Christian. - You just--come on, let's go.
- Vinny! Vinny ain't gonna lie.
Vinny tell-- - What you mean?
How you know he-- - VINNY: What? What?
What you want, fool? - He gonna lie.
He lying already. - He just look like a liar.
- Ain't no liar. What you want?
- How you be eating that girl's food?
- Well, I smoke a lot of weed, so it helps with my nausea.
- See? - Man.
- His stomach's stronger than mine.
- That's 'cause your stomach is coated with chocolate milk
and grits. - Ooh!
It might be true. - VINNY: Mm-hmm.
- For that reason, I'm out.
- For that reason, I'm glad.
- CORA: Good night, Vinny.
- So sad and sadder.
What y'all gonna do?
- What you mean what we gonna do?
- I mean, y'all gonna talk to him?
- Yes, we are. - [doorbell rings]
- Alright, y'all need to be careful.
- Why we need to be careful?
- I mean, that boy daddy is the sheriff.
- We know who he is, Grandpa.
- And your husband's scared of him.
- Baby, you said you put him out.
- I did. - [laughing]
- [imitating laughing] - [laughs]
Let me tell y'all something.
You know he can make it rough for ya, right?
- How's that?
- Hell, he knows the mayor and the building inspector.
- Just because he knows people, Grandpa Vinny,
does that mean we're not supposed to help this boy?
- Yeah. - Is that what you saying?
- That--that's exactly what I'm saying.
- Okay, and what kind of people would we be if didn't
do anything? - You would be the kind of
people that would have their business up and running.
Customers coming in, cash register. Cha-ching!
- I don't care what you say.
Leah thinks we should talk to him.
- Okay, let me tell you something.
If I don't get this place open 'cause you piss
his daddy off, I'm gonna talk to you myself.
- Oh.
- Is that right? - Yeah.
With my fist. - Oh, yeah, you tried
that before. - Yeah, and that's when you
grabbed me my neck, you pushed my arm,
and you threw me over the couch.
- Guess what? I'm about to do it again.
- Help! Beating an old man!
- Hey, would y'all stop? - Beating an old man!
- Grandpa Vinny, Jeremy, please stop it.
Can we talk about this kid, please?
- I'm sorry. - Okay, I need to ask y'all
something, 'cause I'm high and confused.
- Well? - I'm "hi-fusion."
- Well, this sounds like a pointless conversation.
- VINNY: It does. It does.
I need to know how y'all went from wanting to kill this boy
to now, all the sudden, he the darling in your life?
- [sighs] - The same way you went
from having a hook to having two hands again.
- Mm.
- Don't tell that to the social security office, please.
- Will you stop? We think he's in trouble, for real.
- Well, damn it, that ain't your business!
- Honey. [laughs] - Alright.
Go ahead and talk to him. Go ahead and talk.
Talk your mouths off. Just yip, yip, yip, yip.
But I can tell ya what.
It's gonna backfire in both of your faces.
Boom! - Yeah, whatever, man.
We got it.
- VINNY: Y'all ain't got a damn thing.
- He's pissing me off, man. - Sssh.
- Baby? - What?
- What do you think we should do?
- Well, we have to talk to him.
- But what if he really is in trouble?
- Then we have to help him, Jeremy.
- I know.
- I mean, we can't leave him.
- Yeah, I know that, but I just--
- What? - I'm just thinking.
- Thinking what?
I hope you ain't thinking like your grandfather over here.
- Oh, no, no, no. Nothing like that.
It's just that I met his father, and he's really
not a good guy.
- Are you really afraid of him?
- Pffpt! I ain't--uh, buh, what?
- Well, you just making noises right now.
- No. - Are you afraid of him?
- How dare he?
- "How dare he?" Okay.
- No, you know what I do. You know what I do.
You remember-- - I know, baby.
- You remember when I was in high school, and--and
the dudes jumped me. - Right.
- And I beat one of 'em up though.
- One of 'em. You did, yeah, the whole black eye.
- Yeah, but that's what you do when you're getting jumped,
you focus on one. - What?
- And the next time he came around,
the other one wasn't there.
- Jeremy, but we have to do something.
I feel strongly about this.
- Okay, alright. Alright.
We'll just talk to him and see what he says.
- Yeah.
- But you know what?
We probably just jumping to conclusions, like I said, man.
- Don't start with me.
- No, look-- - You always--
I don't jump to conclusions, Jeremy. There you go.
- Baby. Baby. - What?
- We're not experts. - I'm--I'm a mama.
Jeremy, I don't have to be no expert. I don't need that.
I know what I saw.
I saw sadness in that boy's face today,
and I can't stand by,
we can't stand by-- - Okay. Alright. Alright, baby.
- Don't okay me, Jeremy! - Look, look, alright.
We'll talk to him. - I'm serious, baby.
- Okay, well, the dishes are done.
- Yeah, can I watch TV?
- Did you finish your homework? - Yeah.
I just gotta-- - No, that means no.
You didn't finish your homework.
Finish your homework, and then you can watch for one hour.
- One hour? - One hour!
- One hour? - JEREMY: One hour!
- Who watches TV for one hour?
- BOTH: You.
- Prisoners have more freedom.
- I don't think they do.
Little buddy. Kick rocks. - Wow.
- In front of company? Okay. Alright.
- Mm-hmm.
- Uh, alright, well, thanks for coming to dinner.
Bye. - Oh, oh, okay.
- Bye. Uh, you're still standing here.
- Oh, bye. - Hey, okay, we were gonna talk.
- Uh, uh, no, you know, I'm--I'm so tired.
- Tired? - Yeah, I'm just, uh--
- Uh, okay.
Good night. - Good night, Sandra.
- What the hell's going on?
- I have no idea.
- Well, Lindor? - Yes?
- Did you get enough to eat, buddy?
- Yes. - You sure were hungry
tonight. - Yeah. Yeah, I was.
- Why were you so hungry? - Well, you know, I was--
I was working today,
and I didn't get to eat. - Okay.
- So, uh, but I need to be going.
Um, thank you so much for everything.
I'm sorry I didn't ask to take your daughter out.
- It's okay, man.
We accept your apology.
- Alright, well, thank you again.
And, um, I'll be going. - Okay.
- Honey, baby. - Lindor!
- Yeah?
- Is everything alright at home, son?
- Yeah. What do you mean?
- I mean, like are you happy at home?
- Yeah.
- And--and there's nothing you wanna say?
- About what?
- Are you eating at home?
- Yes, Ma'am.
- Are you sure? - Yeah. Yeah.
- Okay.
You ate a lot tonight.
- It--I'm sorry, I'm-- I'm just a hungry guy.
Did I--did I do something wrong?
- No, absolutely not.
- Alright, well.
Uh, I--I'm sorry about the bread and the--
- No, no, don't--don't-- don't apologize.
It's okay.
- You know what? We're sorry.
- Oh, okay.
- LEAH: Okay? - Mm-hmm.
- ♪
- Well, you are welcome to dinner here anytime.
Okay? - JEREMY: That's right.
- LEAH: Anytime. - You mean that?
- Yes, we mean it.
Right, baby? - Yeah, yeah, yes, yes.
All the bread you want.
- [laughs] Okay. Can I come tomorrow?
- Sure. - Yeah.
- Thank you. Thank you so much.
Okay, well, I'll see ya then.
- Okay, you get home safe, okay?
- Thank you. You too.
- LEAH: Alright? - JEREMY: Take care.
- You're already home. [sniffs]
- LEAH: It's okay.
- Mom, Dad...
why did you invite him here again?
- Well, we thought he would like that.
- Yeah, and we thought you would want him here.
- No, I didn't.
- Sweetheart. - I don't want him here again.
[sighs]
- What in the world is going on?
- I have no idea, baby.
But something about that ain't right either.
- ♪
- Okay. - Stop crying.
It's alright. - I gotta cry, baby.
I need to cry.
- ♪