01x04 - The Workplace

[bunniefuu]

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ADULT DEAN: Before texts
and e-mails, writing letters

was the primary way for a -year-old

to stay in contact with someone...

that and a rotary phone with a cord

that hopefully
stretched into your bedroom.

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But I couldn't call
my older brother Bruce,

who was in Vietnam.

I was good at writing, though,

and letters were our special thing.

He'd tell me about the people he'd met

and the foods he was trying,

and I'd tell him all about
the exciting things in my life.

DEAN: "And then I spit,
and it went further than Cory's spit,

so I won the bet!"

Okay, so, my life wasn't as
exciting as his,

but that was always the case,
because Bruce was great

at everything...
school, sports, spitting.

My biggest wish was to one day
be great at something.

LILLIAN: Dean! Hurry up!

Uh, be down in a second.

Don't make me tell you twice.

Lord, you know I am not ready to
be a grandmother.

[Sighs]

About time, young man.

Letter?

No, see, that's not gonna fit.

- Mom...
- Dean!

But I told him I'd send him something

to play catch with his buddies!

Well, he's at w*r, not summer camp.

Then why'd you pack him
all those balloons?

Obviously, I'd never seen condoms

or balloons, apparently.

Good morning, Mom.

Wow, I love what you've done
with your hair.

- What do you want?
- Did you hem my plaid skirt?

No, I did not.

Would you like to know why?

[Sighs] Not really.

I had to bake the cookies for
Bruce's care package

'cause you didn't do it
like I asked you to.

I'm still gonna make them.

You were supposed to make them
two days ago.

They're already done. I'm headed
to the post office now.

Per usual, I get nothing,

and Bruce, the perfect
first-born, gets everything.

Maybe if I was fighting for
the imperialistic,

capitalist machine, a sister
could get a skirt hemmed.

LILLIAN: Oh, sweetheart.

It's "If I were fighting."

- "If I were."
- [Clicks tongue]

And you know where my sewing kit is.

- Hem it yourself.
- But my hems are always crooked.

That's why you need to practice.

- [Scoffs]
- BILL: Good morning.

[Chuckles]

Who ate the pork rinds?

Not cool, man. Not cool.

Those were for Bruce.

When I was in Korea, nobody sent
me care packages from home.

Well, he's in infantry. You were a cook.

Unfortunately, Daddy still had
more kills.

Chore chart is empty.

Why'd I go through the trouble
of making the thing

if I was gonna have to end up
doing it all myself anyway?

[Grunts] You know, your mother's right.

We all have to do our part.

[Quietly] Glad my name isn't on this.

[Normal voice] Dean, hurry up
and get to the bus.

I'm not going to school today.

Today's "Take Your Son
To Work Day," remember?

Of course I remember.

Of course he didn't.

Even though I'm not teaching
at the university

and I have to take you to
my recording session...

like I planned all along.

Well, now that I think about it,

today would be a good day for
Dean to go to work with me.

We have a lot of fun stuff planned.

I didn't know where my mom worked,

but I could tell by her sweater
her job was boring.

Mom, can I please go with Dad?

Mm. Fine.

Yes!

Did I act too happy?

You'll learn.

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ And I know ♪

♪ Ohh ♪

♪ Through the highs and the lows ♪

♪ I'm-a find my way home ♪

- Bill, you're late.
- BILL: Hey.

Was it because you and the wife
had a little...

Hey, everybody,
my -year-old son, Dean...

who is ... is with me
for a class assignment.

He's .

Dean, you remember Washboard.

- W...
- Good to see you, boy!

And that's Clarence, and this is Bum...

I mean, Brian Lee.

"Bum's" fine. Hey, man.

- Slap me some.
- Ow!

Dean, welcome to
where the magic happens.

But this is still work, so let's
go over the ground rules.

Rule Number One... stay out of the way.

Rule Number Two... don't touch
anything unless I tell you.

[Coughing]

Hoo! Whoa.

Anybody else see
a year-old boy over there?

Everyone cool to start?

Slow down, Stingray.

It's bad enough you got us here
at : a.m.

That last album only sold copies.

We don't have p.m.-studio money.

Can I join in?

I got just the thing.

[Band playing "With A Little
Help From My Friends"]

♪

As I watched them play,
I finally understood

why they called it "funk music."

Because when a band sounds as
good as my dad's,

you make a face like you smelled
something bad.

♪

[Plays off-key notes]

Stop, stop. Okay, everybody stop.

Dean, you supposed to do that

after everyone's done playing, remember?

The music stops, you count to
six, and then... boom, blow.

I just got a little nervous.

- [Sighs]
- Sorry, Dad.

It's okay. Your part is very important,

so it needs to be right.

But you're doing great.

You'll get the hang of it.

Okay, guys, from the top.

Here we go again.

Take .

[Recorder clicks]

♪

♪ What would you do
if I sang out of tune? ♪

♪ Would you stand up
and walk out on me? ♪

♪ Lend me your ears
and I'll sing you a song ♪

ADULT DEAN: Watching my dad made
me want a band of my own.

♪ I will try not to sing out of key ♪

Thank you, thank you! On drums, Cory!

On theremin, Brad!

On guitar, Keisa!

On the sax, me!

And we are "The Deans"!

[Saxophone solo]

AUDIENCE: Dean! Dean!

- [Playing off-key tune]
- BILL: Dean! Dean!

Dean!

Let's take five.

Dean, go over there and sit on
the couch for a second.

Ugh, sh...

I'm sorry, guys.

Maybe he just needs to watch and learn.

Yeah, just give him a little time.

Yeah, just let the cat take it slow.

Dad?

"Pop That Cherry".

Is that another way to eat it?

If you do it right.

[Laughter]

Oh, Dean, we're gonna have
so much fun today.

So, first, you're gonna come to
my office,

and then we're gonna go
to the cafeteria.

And then, I'm gonna take
each one of these letters...

These are accounts receivable.

And these are accounts payable.

ADULT DEAN: So far, this is
definitely a downgrade.

- Coach Long.
- Oh, hey, Cliff.

Hey, Lillian, don't work him
too hard, now.

I'm expecting you at practice,
and those fly balls

are not gonna catch themselves.

[Laughs]

- Is Cory with you today?
- Uh, no.

See, um, my brother-in-law,
he's a former Tuskegee Airman.

Cory wanted to spend some time with him.

I mean, matter of fact, he's
probably looking at

a P Redtail Mustang
fighter plane as we speak, baby.

Glad we're both having fun.

Hey, um...

I hope you brought this boy
an extra jacket,

- 'cause you know they keep it cold in here.
- [Laughs]

I wouldn't understand that joke
until my freshman year

in college when I had
my first white roommate.

Thanks, Connor Murphy.

Can I help you with something?

Uh, yeah, you got some cocoa butter?

- Oh, of course.
- Mm-hmm.

Yes, yes. I can't be walking around ashy

since I got my new account.

- Oh, right!
- [Laughs]

About time they let one of us
shine around here.

- You know that's right.
- Mm-hmm.

- Thank you.
- [Laughs]

Now, where was I?

Oh, accounts payable.

The outlaws of the
Wild, Wild West of accounting,

so to speak.

Yee-haw.

Hmm.

Now, see, that's odd.

Looks like the Hansen account
is over budget.

Come on, Dean. [Sighs]
We're going on a little walk.

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Hey, Max.

[Sighs] The Hansen account
is over budget.

That's impossible. I reported
every receipt myself.

No, it's not impossible,

'cause I seen it with my own eyes.

You're over budget.

All the cash receipt totals
are accurate,

but you didn't account for
the petty cash.

I assure you, James and I
looked at the petty c...

- Oopsie.
- Yeah, "oopsie" is right.

Mr. Davidson is gonna be
ticked about this.

Hey, James, can you come here
for a second?

Oh.

If Mr. Davidson finds out that
you're over budget again,

it's gonna be a problem, so
here's what we're gonna do.

You're gonna recalibrate
last month's accounts receivable

and allocate it to the cash flow
statement.

- Lillian, if I do that, I'll...
- It'll be fine.

Hey, James, um,
if I was you, I would, uh,

listen to what the lady has to say.

Because what we're gonna... G-George.

George is gonna get us
last year's ledgers,

and we're gonna compare the numbers.

Seeing my mom in action was
like watching a Crimson Tide QB

call a play right before halftime.

Accounts receivable, go left!

Cash flow, go right!

Ledger, up the middle!

On three! Break!

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Blue! !

Hike!

♪

[Cheers and applause]

Touchdown!

[Cheering]

Mama, do they all work for you?

No, we're all account execs.

[Telephone ringing]

But I've been here the longest.

So cool. Give me some.

[Chuckles]

Well, you know, your mama's done

a cool thing or two over the years.

Thank you, honey.

Go in there. I'll be right back.

I never knew the role
Mama played at work.

I knew she had a job,
but I just pictured her

grocery shopping
and running errands all day.

She ran that place.

People listened to her.

People had to listen to her.

Her job was just as cool as
Dad's... maybe cooler.

And I don't even think you had
to be a woman to do it.

This is Lillian Williams from
the State Treasury Department.

Yes, I need to...

Before now, I'd only heard Mama
use her white voice

on the phone with the bank.

Now I knew where she'd honed it.

♪

Hey, Lillian.

Finally, someone's gonna give
her her propers.

Hey, Max.

Did you make those cupcakes
for Ted's birthday?

Are you kidding me?

Were they gonna pay her extra for that?

Pass me that bag over there,
please. [Chuckles]

She made a care package for Bruce

and cupcakes for the office,
all in pantyhose and heels?

My dad had two jobs,
but Mama had, like, .

Mmm. Lil, what would we do without you?

Let's be honest...
none of the secretaries

can make food taste "down home"
like you do.

Uh, thank you.

Mm-hmm. You guys heard that too, right?

There were cupcakes.

So, they asked you to make
birthday cupcakes

'cause yours taste the best?

Uh, among other things.

Do you guys all take turns?

No.

Just... It's always been
this way, honey.

It's complicated.

Those cupcakes are for everybody?

Including me?

Yeah, and you can have one
if you just take them

into the break room... carefully...

while I finish up in here.

♪

[Sighs]

♪

Uh, Rebecca, were you able to
get Xerox on the call?

Since the winner gets to host
the next canasta game,

we'll be at my house this weekend.

Again.

[Laughter]

Hello. And who might you be?

Uh, I'm Dean Williams.

Oh, Mrs. Williams' son.

Dean Williams.

JENNIFER: And what do you got there?

Why don't you put them
over here on the table?

- Excuse me.
- Oh!

Such nice manners!

[Sighs] Not to brag,
but this was normal.

White women loved me.

[Gasps] Oh! You speak so well!

You're so well-mannered.

You're so not going to r*pe my daughter.

♪

Hi, Mrs. Williams.

Oh, [laughs] girl, I told you to drop

the "Mrs. Williams" when it's just us.

[Forced laughter] Right, Lil.

Lillian.

[Laughing] I'm just messing with you.

[Laughter]

Mr. Johnson treating you all right?

Do I need to get on him for you?

Uh, he's the same. [Chuckles]

This morning, it was,

"When are you going to wear
that red skirt again?

The one that makes your legs
look so shapely."

Mm. Well, girl, you should do
like I do and tell him,

"I'll pick up one for your wife.

I'm sure they come in the color
'Alimony.'"

[Laughter]

Oh, I have to go.

Mr. Branson yelled at me
last time his lunch was late.

Who, Ted?

He has some nerve yelling.

If Mr. Davidson so much as
raises his voice to Ted,

he starts honking like
he's having a dying-duck fit.

[Laughter]

Uh, I-I need to make sure
Mr. Johnson has

those mimeographs on his desk

before he gets back
from the cafeteria, so...

♪

She also made lunch?

When did she have time to make us lunch?

I'm starting to think my mom
wakes up before : a.m.

You're not gonna go to the cafeteria

with the other account execs?

Oh, uh, they don't want to eat
with me. [Laughs]

What about the secretaries?

They have other things to worry about.

Lunchtime was the part of
the day I enjoyed most...

when I got to catch up with my friends.

But lunchtime for my mom meant
spending time alone.

But maybe I could help her out.

Coach Long!

Come eat lunch with us!

Uh, h-hey, uh, I-I would,
but, um, I d...

I didn't bring anything with me.

My mom made enough food to share.

Well, you know, that s...
that sounds great, but, um...

♪

You know, on second thought,

maybe it'll be fun for me
to sit and have lunch

alone with my mom.

I wanna learn more about what
she does around here.

Well, just for that, I'm gonna
give you that cupcake

I was saving for Cliff.

♪

Even Coach Long left my mom hanging.

I guess for a Black woman in
the position my mom was in

in the s, "working mom"
meant you didn't have a place

at anybody's lunch table.

But it didn't slow her down,
and that made her even more

of a hero to me.

So, what makes cupcakes
taste so "down home"?

sl*very.

And bacon grease in the pan.

But mainly sl*very.

♪

ADULT DEAN: Funny.
Instead of being bored enough

to jump out the window and
sh**t myself on the way down,

I actually wanted to learn more
about Mama and her job.

So...

Did you always want to work here?

You know...

I didn't know what I wanted to do,

but none of the women
in my family had careers.

I knew I wanted more than what
Waugh, Alabama, had to give me,

so I went to college
and then I got my master's.

And then, after months of
searching for work

without so much as an interview,

I saw a posting about a job
at the Department of Treasury.

Never thought I'd get it,
but like I tell you

and your brother and your sister...

"Give out before you give up."

That's right.

I tried. And I got the job.

Sometimes, you don't appreciate
the rare beauty of a unicorn

until you see it in the wild.

So, you had to get
a master's to work here?

Baby, I'm the only one here
who has a master's.

MR. DAVIDSON: Lillian!

Our biggest account in the department...

it's way over budget.

This is unacceptable.

Yes, Mr. Davidson.

Now we have to adjust
the entire account.

So, are you thinking
we should recalibrate

last month's accounts payable
to allocate the funds to...

Uh, the cash flow statement.

- Yes.
- Good idea.

- Thanks.
- Yeah, so, then,

that means that George would
need to bring...

last year's ledger...

To compare those numbers to this year.

Yes. That's exactly what I was thinking.

Great.

That just saved us a lot of time.

♪

♪ Ow, I walked a million miles
since Sunday ♪

♪ Still, I got no place to go ♪

♪ But I hope to set myself down
someday ♪

- [Whistle blows]
- ♪ And find a place... ♪

Touchdown!

[Cheering]

ALL: [Chanting] Davidson!
Davidson! Davidson!

[Indistinct shouting]

[Chuckles]

But didn't he just steal
your idea, Mama?

Damn right, he did.
But you don't work here

this long without learning a few tricks.

Oh, uh, by the way,
I'm assigning you as lead

on our newest account.

I realized right then that
my mom wasn't gonna let anyone

take advantage of her.

She knew how to play the game.

Just let Long know that you're gonna be

taking it over from him.

He'll take the news better
if it's coming from you.

All right, bye, Lilly.

I'm-a see you at practice, Dean.

Uh... Uh, Cliff?

Can I talk to you for a second?

♪

I started the day not knowing
what my mom did for a living.

Turns out, it wasn't just one thing.

She had to do it all,
and she was great at it.

But her wins came at a cost.

♪

[Sighs]

Mama, I've never seen that purse before!

That's foxy!

Eh, you know where my other skirt is?

Not the plaid one. The green one

with the buttons on the front.

It's still in the hamper.

You know where
the laundry room is, right?

Baby, what time do you think
dinner will be ready?

Can you make stew?
You make the best stew.

We just got home! Will
you people give us a second?

Please.

And when I get back in here,
these chores better be done.

[Scoffs]

Man, the woman just walked
through the door.

♪

♪

This will fit, right, Mama?

Oh. Yeah, that's fine.

♪

It says here you're gonna get
a master's degree like me.

"Give out before you give up."

My mom's words stuck with me.

I taught the same thing to my kids.

That look on Mama's face was
like the look Daddy had

when he'd heard I picked sax
as my instrument for band.

Oh, and, sorry. I was playing with

one of those balloons you
put in there for Bruce.

Balloons?

In the little packets?

Yeah, it was hard to blow up at first,

but then I finally got it.

Then it popped.

♪

A-All right, go eat your breakfast.

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