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Come on, man.
That ought a shut your damn trap.
What is it?
I don't know. I can't tell.
Pa, we found something!
All right, I'm coming.
Lemme go see what these girls found.
Hey, come on down. Lemme see what you got.
It's sweet.
What you got?
I don't know.
What's this?
Try it.
Try it?
Yeah.
See?
There's some more of them down here.
Tonight, we eat the fruits of our labor.
We thank you, Lord, for hearing our prayers and providing.
We are truly blessed.
Amen.
Amen.
All right. There you go.
No thank you, sir.
Little girl. It ain't going to hurt you to just try a bit.
No, thank you, ma'am.
You know, the Lord don't want us making no habit
of wasting good food.
You girls be wise to remember that.
What did I tell you? Wear gloves when you touch it, okay?
We don't know what it is.
Ma and Pa said it don't hurt none.
Just do what I say. Okay?
I've been thinking, maybe we should sell it at the market.
We ain't doing no such a thing.
We got plenty. And you know we could use the money, Jacob.
This here is ours. Not letting them white folk take it.
Stays in the family. Understood?
Anna?
Anna?
It's okay. It's okay.
Mama?
Mama?
What's wrong with you?
Mama, please stop!
Mama!
I'm sorry.
Here at Tomsanco,
we work hard to make food better,
To help build a better sustainable world
where everyone is happy.
Tomsanco, where chemicals are life.
It was a shit show.
He refused a lawyer,
wouldn't take our settlement,
had a fucking meltdown in court.
Added bonus, he graffitied corporate with a "fuck"
and a massive swastika.
Swastikas never help your case.
And of course this happens
when the wife's explaining why we need a third car.
Now that in itself is a travesty.
You earned your crisis management badge in spades Scout.
Well, I prefer a martini and a BJ before bed,
but I'll take it.
What? Carpal tunnel flaring up?
Yeah.
Heard our farmer sent the press a manifesto.
Yeah.
Just another Captain Planet
claiming big brother fucked him over
and he put a slug in his wife of 55 years
and swallowed one of his own.
Damn.
Of course we bought his farm for cost.
Yeah.
Same old
Same old.
Well, let's close the book on this
before everyone goes on vacation, huh?
Copy that.
Can't believe you convinced corporate
to let you work remote.
Technically I am consulting. So, shh.
Matt, breakfast is ready.
Gotta go.
Head down, chin up, bud. Talk soon?
Yeah.
How's our little freeloader?
Hungry as usual.
Honey.
Bacon and coffee? You're playing with fire.
Please.
My eczema, it is like hell and I can't even see it.
Did you get my stretch canvases?
I did.
Honey, I thought we talked
about slowing things down a little bit.
This is slow down. I can't just stop.
I've gotta capitalize off my last show.
You sold every piece.
And if we want my career to blossom,
then my next show has to level up.
No further questions, your Honor.
You know it's normal for married couples to argue, right?
Gas bill.
Junk.
Coupons.
What's this?
Probate Court Custer County?
Probate Court? Lemme see that.
Pass the bacon.
Thank you.
You've inherited a house.
What?
Seriously?
No, no, no, no. That's gotta be a scam.
Where?
Butler.
It's north, about five hours.
Butler, population 925
is in the middle of bum fuck nowhere.
Last owner was a lady by the name of Rebecca Mason.
She inherited the land and built the house.
I guess it's like your estranged dad's side. Or?
Here we go.
You are the sole surviving heir.
Huh.
Ugh. I have so many questions.
Well, (taps) bones are good.
Roof is solid.
No flooding or leaks,
that I can tell...
You gonna love this.
Has a basement.
This is like an unfinished art installation.
There's rats everywhere.
What do you mean rats?
Mice and bats and all sorts of creatures.
Oh come on Bets, don't tease me with that stuff.
You know I hate that.
It's definitely a work in progress.
But with a little spit and polish,
this place could go for a lot.
Square footage alone is pretty awesome.
Well, Mom, who does that remind you of?
Well, Dad, looks like Mom's got her summer all planned.
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