Meet the Browns Page #5

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You know, now I just need

a little help.

- I ain't got no money.

- Well, you'd better go find some,

'cause your kids

are hungry, you fool.

- Who the hell is she?

- My name is Child Welfare,

and I'm gonna lock you up.

- Are you threatening me?

- Oh, yeah. What, you don't know

when someone is

threatening you, huh?

Mike... Michael, look.

They turned my lights off,

all right?

Your son, he needs some...

some clothes.

- I told you.

- Could you...

could you just give me

some money for food?

I'll tell you what... y'all need

to take your asses on

and don't you come

to my job no more.

Huh! Heh.

Come on.

- Let's go.

- Okay.

I'll be right there.

- Cheryl.

- You all right?

- Run. Run!

- Oh my God!

I can't go anywhere

with you, Cheryl!

- You could've hit him in the head.

- So? He deserved it!

- You're going to jail.

- Ay, I don't care.

I've been there, mamacita.

Ai, we need money.

You need money.

I'm gonna rob a bank.

Come on, be serious.

Cheryl, why are

you so crazy?

Because it's fun,

because I like it.

You know what? I've been thinking

a lot about your father.

I think you really should

go down there to Georgia.

- What if he left you something?

- No, Cheryl.

Come on. Why not?

Because I'm tired of getting my hopes up

for things that don't happen.

So what? You have nothing

to lose right now.

Come on, there's the bus.

Watch your step.

Watch your step there.

All right,

have a good day now.

This is country.

You can say that again.

Looks like we gonna

see slaves at any minute.

She look like she about

to fight somebody.

Uh, excuse me,

you must be Brenda.

I told you.

It's Chicken George.

- Yeah.

- I knowed it! I knowed...

I said to myself...

I said, "Self."

Myself said, "Hmm?"

I said, "That's Brenda.

That's got to be her." All these peoples,

I picked you out...

looked you in the face.

Girl, I'm Leroy Brown.

- Hi.

- My friends call me Leroy Brown.

- You can just call me...

- Leroy Brown?

Yeah yeah,

how'd you know?

- This is my daughter Cora.

- Hello, nice to meet you.

- This is my baby.

- Nice to meet you too.

Oh, look at you!

Hey, who are you?

Mommy, I like the clown.

He looks like a flag.

- Yeah.

- Leroy Brown?

You, um... you must be L.B.

Oh no, that's my brother

Larry Brown.

They just call him...

they call him L.B.

Mm-hmm. That's my oldest brother

on my daddy's side.

He told me to come

by here and get y'all.

Yeah. Y'all ready to go?

- Yeah, we're ready.

- Grab your stuff. Let's go.

Oh, I'm glad

y'all made it safely.

Come on. You need

some help with that?

I'll get it. I'll get it.

Here, Cora, hold that.

My back is messed up.

Y'all be careful now.

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