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Playa’ in the Pulpit (2004)

Self-centered Tyrone had learned that his great-cousin Emma has passed away. There is no cause for alarm until he is informed by a lawyer that a will has been left behind. For all Tyrone’s so-called kindness, he is left with broken furniture. To make matters worse, her most cherished belonging, a secret lockbox, was given to a local church. Tyrone sets out on a hilarious crime adventure to become a minister in order to steal the lockbox.
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Self-centered Tyrone had learned that his great-cousin Emma has passed away. There is no cause for alarm until he is informed by a lawyer that a will has been left behind. For all Tyrone’s so-called kindness, he is left with broken furniture. To make matters worse, her most cherished belonging, a secret lockbox, was given to a local church. Tyrone sets out on a hilarious crime adventure to become a minister in order to steal the lockbox.

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Genre:Comedy
Directed By:Grits Carter
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In Theaters:1/1/2004
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Runtime:92 minutes
Studio:B Down Film Works, Wiley Madness Productions

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