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and that we are completely

dependent upon repeat clientele?

Yes, I mishandled the situation.

Sure, you did.

But strangely,

that gives me some hope for you.

But there ain't no point in you

telling someone to go to hell

when they're already

on their way there.

Now...

this might take

some starch out of your collar,

but you gotta make it right.

Go on.

Here you go.

On me.

It sure is.

I apologize

for my poor choice of words.

It was wrong

and not befitting of Papa's.

You ain't getting no tip.

Of course not.

Enjoy your meal.

Here you go, Jim.

Keep the change.

Jim:
The repo man always left

me more than I deserved.

He spent his days cleaning up

the messes made by financiers

who made loans to people who had

no business receiving them.

By cleaning up

after the repo man,

I had completed the circle

of economic justice.

Are you smoking pot, Jim?

No.

Maybe you should start.

I want you to take that home.

Give it a once-through.

"From Ex-Con to Babylon."

It's our etiquette guide to

help felons who are having a...

tough time re-acclimating

into normal society.

Is this really necessary?

There's some good stuff

in there.

Read it a couple

of times myself.

(sighs) Okay.

A clean one on the house.

Thanks.

- (sighs)

- (beeps)

Jimmy D, hey, there's still

a few customers in there.

You sure you don't wanna try and

add an omelet to those grits?

I'm not really

in the mood, Edward.

Aw, come on now, man.

Hold up.

Hey, what do you do

for exercise?

Exercise?

Well, now, surely, you don't consider

driving this car of yours a workout.

I, uh... I hit the gym.

Well, that's all I wanted to hear.

You're coming with me.

Hey, you mind driving?

I'm still working

on getting me a car.

Hey, hey, don't panic, Jimbo.

I promise to get you home

in one piece.

(grunting)

Yeah. (Laughs)

Hey, come on. Hit it.

- Hit...

- Yeah. Yeah.

Aw. Come on, man!

It's the grits girl.

Give it to her.

- Grits girl? Okay.

- Yeah, go ahead.

Whoa. Whoa.

Whoa. Take it easy.

Take it easy. You all right?

Yeah.

- You sure?

- Yeah.

(Edward grunting)

(exhales) Yeah, baby.

Hey, how's that eye, huh?

Oh, it's fine.

Oh, good. It takes time.

You know, my dad started

me boxing when I was 10.

He taught me to cook, too.

About the only two things

he showed me worth repeating.

I heard you're thinking

about buying the Papa's.

You heard right.

Don't take this

the wrong way, Jimmy,

but beyond working the register,

I wouldn't say you had much

aptitude toward the business.

I'm only 121 hours in here,

Edward.

I guess I'm trying to figure out why

you're putting yourself through it.

Because it's tough,

and it's honest,

and it's the furthest thing

from what I was doing.

Let me tell you something. I've

been working there almost 10 years.

Okay?

I've heard a lot of people talk big

about getting their own Papa's.

But never once

has any one of them done it.

Let me have

another crack at that bag.

(laughs) Go ahead.

- It's a little bit heavier, huh?

- Yeah, yeah, it's heavier.

Keep your head right here.

Edward:
Hey! (Laughs)

My main man!

- Dad!

- Hey!

- That's your son?

- Yeah.

He's so little.

You know

they come that way, right?

I guess

I'll find out soon enough.

I didn't know

you were expecting.

Well, we haven't exactly

gone wide with it yet.

I tell you, it's not so easy,

but it's worth it.

Most of the time.

All the time.

(laughs) Yeah, all the time.

"Great achievement is born

of great sacrifice."

- Hmm.

- Napoleon Hill said that.

Hmm. Sounds like a smart dude.

- All right, man, thanks for the ride.

- All right.

Hey, I will see you

on the front line.

Come on, baby. Come on.

Jim:
Up until this point, my whole

life had been one of accumulation.

I had always thought of this car as a symbol

for who I was and who I wanted to be,

and now, that's exactly

why I was going to sell it.

If I truly wanted this restaurant,

I had to put skin in the game,

a lot of skin.

Maybe even a leg.

- Becky:
Hey.

- Hey.

Whose car is that?

Mine.

- Where's your car?

- I sold it.

Is that a black eye?

Edward took me boxing.

Did he hit you?

No, not exactly.

It's hard to explain.

It's called a double-end bag.

Yeah, I know what that is.

It was this freak accident

equipment failure thing.

The bag came back

and, uh... struck me.

So you hit yourself?

The point being I realized that if we

really want to purchase this restaurant,

we're gonna have

to make some sacrifices.

I mean, a full lifestyle change.

Well, as long as it doesn't include

you becoming a professional boxer,

I think we'll be fine.

Becky, I'm talking

about the house.

- The house?

- Yeah.

No.

No, no, no, no. We're not selling

the house. Are you crazy?

- You've been there what? Three weeks?

- Just... hear me out.

I talked to Mr. Drake,

and he helped me realize

it was the only way we're ever

gonna accrue enough equity.

Well, that's good that Mr. Drake is

on board with selling the house.

Did you ask him

if we should sell my car too?

Jim!

I love this house.

You love this house.

I know. I do.

But there is no guarantee the restaurant

will be profitable right away.

This mortgage is

already outpacing us.

We can't have it

hanging over our heads.

(sighs)

I thought we were gonna

raise our family in this house.

I know it's a lot to ask,

and if I could make the numbers

come out any other way, I would.

Believe me. I...

I just...

I just need to get out. I need

to go for a drive or something.

Becky. Becky.

I need some time.

Jim:
It took four nights on the couch

and a trip to the chiropractor

before she acknowledged

my existence.

All things considered,

I got off easy.

Can I start you off with some

coffee, orange juice, or hot tea?

You can start by slowing it down.

We just got the menus.

(beeps)

(alarm beeping)

We've got a buyer.

We've got a sale!

Winnie and a Wheeler coming up.

Okay.

- You doing all right?

- Got it under control.

(plates breaking)

Need another Wheeler on the fly.

(beeps)

(alarm beeping)

Put your hands on the Bible now.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give

you Billy and Mary Crohns!

Kiss the bride!

(cheering)

(exclaims) I quit!

Jim, how much is the Wanda?

$9.72 with tax.

Could I borrow $5?

How much you got?

Um...

$4.85.

Well, $5 would get you there.

Yeah.

All right, when do you wanna

pay me back?

How about next week?

Deal.

Thank you, Jim.

You have my word.

I know where you eat.

Wanda.

Hey, Jimmy, man.

Did you just lend Kathy money?

$5, yeah.

You can kiss that goodbye.

Said she'd pay me back.

She owes a couple bucks

to everybody in this place.

You know she's

a little whacked out, right?

She's eccentric, sure.

She gets electroshock

every week.

She's been riding that lightning

for the past 18 years.

That explains

the earmuffs in July.

Yeah.

Well, if that's the way you've been

investing people's money all these years,

maybe you are better off

at Papa's.

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