Meet the Browns

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# I know a place, mmm #

# Ain't nobody crying #

# Ain't nobody worrying,

no no #

# Ain't no smiling faces #

# Lying to the races,

yeah, hey, yeah #

- # So if you want to go, I'll... #

- # I'll take you there #

- # Yeah, hey, if you want to go, I will... #

- # I'll take you there #

# If you want to go,

take my hand #

- # I will... #

- # I'll take you there #

# Ooh, said I'm gonna, I will... #

# I'll take you there #

- # Help me, I will, I will... #

- # I'll take you there #

# Yeah, play on #

# Feels good to me,

it feels good to me #

- # Yeah #

- # I'll take you there #

# I will, mmm #

- # If you want to go, I'll take you there #

- # I'll take you there #

# I'll take you there #

- # I'll take you there #

- # Whoo #

# I said it sure

feels good to me... #

Hurry up. Come on.

Mmm.

- Morning, Miss Mildred.

- Girl, you got my money?

I get paid today. I'll have it

for you when I pick her up.

Bye, baby.

Mommy loves you.

- All right.

- Here you go.

Don't you see me

trying to get to work?

Harry, these ain't

nothing but bills.

Just put 'em

in the box next time.

Come on,

come on, come on.

All right.

Have a good one.

- Bye, baby.

- Bye, Mama.

Cheryl, please don't do this to me.

Please don't do this. Please.

Henry, you know we ride

this bus every day.

- She is coming!

- Tell her come on.

Tell her come on.

Tell her come on!

You know what?

I'm moving the bus.

- And I'll sue you and this bus company.

- Calm down.

- You ain't suing nobody.

- You're not going anywhere!

- Your donuts can wait!

- Don't you worry about my donuts.

I'ma drive off.

Get out of the door.

- She can't be late for work.

- We all gonna be late for work.

And you shut up!

I don't know you.

Cheryl, will you stop talking

to the patrons like that?

Get out of the door.

Don't you be cussing at me.

Tell her to come on.

I'ma lose my job!

- She's coming!

- Tell her come on.

Oh! Thanks, Henry.

You're the best.

You have something to say?

Mm-hmm.

That's what I thought.

Oh. Oh, God.

Sorry. The kids were

running... running late.

I was not gonna

let him leave without you.

Good looking out. You know

I can't afford to get docked.

- What's all that?

- Bills.

Brenda, has Michael given you

any money for your son?

Don't ask. Oh, speaking of...

can you loan me $100?

I've got to give

Miss Mildred something.

She won't keep Lena

for me next week.

Come on. I know.

Okay, let me look at my bills

and I'll let you know.

- Thank you.

- I may be able to give you a joint loan.

- What is a joint loan?

- A loan from my joint money.

Girl. You know what?

You insane.

You know you ain't supposed

to be smoking that stuff

- with your condition.

- Whatever.

- What's that?

- It says my daddy died.

No. Your daddy died?

It says the funeral

is on Saturday.

Ay, Brenda, I'm sorry.

- I never met the man.

- Ah.

And what is this here?

Three bus tickets to Georgia.

- Are you going?

- I don't know these people.

They know you. How else would they

know where to send the tickets?

Yeah, but there's four of us, huh?

But that's a good question.

And read this...

there is a will.

Oh my God, what if

he was superrich

and left you millions

and millions of dollars?

Right. I doubt that.

We never talked about him.

You know, since she used

to do anything for money,

if he was, believe me,

she'd have still been with him.

I think you should go.

You never know, mami.

- You never know.

- Girl.

I ain't going to no Georgia.

What the hell?

What's going on?

Excuse us.

Excuse us.

- Coming through.

- Excuse me.

Excuse me, ma'am.

What's going on, girl?

- Look.

- What happened?

They shut the place down, Cheryl.

They said they moved

the plant to Mexico.

- Hurry!

- And they didn't tell us!

- Move move!

- Go go! Come on!

Wait! We were supposed

to get paid today!

- I've got to pay my light bill today.

- Who has a match?!

I'm going to burn this place down!

Who has a match?!

Don't give this fool

no match. She bipolar.

No, seriously. She gotta take

medication just to stay right.

I know one of you have a match!

You smoke, Georgia!

Give me a match.

Give it to me.

Cheryl, put that out.

Come on, I'm trying

to chill out.

You know with your

chemical imbalance

you're not supposed

to do drugs.

- Did you take your medicine?

- I was trying to,

but then you started talking

about "put that out."

All right. I'm just

looking out for you.

I'm fine. I just can't believe they

would do something like that.

- Hello, ladies.

- Oh, hi, Miss Mildred.

- How you doing?

- Hi, Mildred.

Miss Mildred to you.

- Girl, you got my money?

- We lost our job today, Miss Mildred.

Now I'm running a daycare,

not a welfare.

You're running an illegal daycare,

so relax.

Little girl, you don't know nothing

about my business.

This is the last day.

I'm not keeping your daughter

another minute.

I'll come get her.

She's taking a nap now.

That's the trouble

with you young mothers...

only think about yourselves.

You just said

come get her.

And I meant it...

after she wakes up and eats.

- Okay.

- The child is sleeping.

Thank you,

Miss Mildred!

- She's crazy.

- Naw, she's all right.

Shoot. I don't know what

I'm gonna do now though.

- She don't play with her money.

- Yeah, me neither.

If I had known they were going

to close down the plant,

I would have beat

my supervisors up yesterday.

Well, what you gonna do?

Shoot, I'm barely

getting by as it was.

What you have to do is

go and file child support

on that Michael.

- Hm-mmm.

- You know that Jenny got

$8,000 in back child support.

They'll get it for you

and they'll kick his ass.

8,000? Shoot.

No, he'd kill me.

Mamacita,

you go talk to him.

Let me know if you need me

and my nine to pay him a little visit.

All right.

# Troubled little angel #

# Inconsistent, flying blind

most of the time #

# Drama queen... #

# Preening and untangling #

# Feathers in her wings #

# Captured by her dreams... #

- Good morning, Mama.

- Hey, sweetheart.

# Needy little baby... #

# Open up your heart... #

Are you crying, Mama?

No no, I'm fine.

We're gonna be

all right, Ma.

We've been here before,

and don't we always make it?

- Yeah, we do.

- Yeah.

Let me cook this for you.

Relax.

Uh-oh.

Here you go, Mama.

It's one of them

old songs. Come on.

- Dance with me.

- Michael. Michael.

- No, baby.

- It's your song. You'll feel better.

- Come on, dance with me.

- Michael.

Come on.

Do I have to listen to this?

Yes, and you're

gonna like it.

# You make me happy... #

All we got to eat

is oatmeal?

Yes, and you're gonna

like that too.

Baby, this is for you.

You eat that, all right?

Mama, huh-uh.

I got honeys at school

that'll give me breakfast.

Michael, I want you to eat this.

Come on now. What would

I do without you, hmm?

Hey hey, man, come on.

- Please, don't do that.

- I'm sorry.

Come on, have a heart...

for my baby.

- Lady, I'm doing what they tell me.

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