All language subtitles for The Chi (2018) - S03E03 - Buss Down (1080p SHO WEB-DL x265 t3nzin)_track3_[eng]

[Kevin] Previously
on The Chi...

Kiesha’s not here.

How come no one called us
if she’s been missing school?

When was the last time
you saw your sister?

She went to a party
Sunday night,

and she didn’t come back.

[Dre] Her phone
is here somewhere,

and you’re gonna
help me find it!

I got it!

[Dre] What the fuck
happened to it?

If I find out that you had
something to do with this,

I’ma come back here
and I’ma kill you myself.

- Have fun!
- [bell dings]

You know,
if this were a contest,

- I think I’d be losing.
- [chuckles]

[Charlene] Quite a load there
today, Mr. Ronnie.

You keep this up,
you’ll be rich enough

to take me out on a date.

Look, I’m trying to talk to you
about a job opportunity.

Then let me see it.

Look, I need a chef
for my catering business.

Where’s this kitchen at?

I want you
to come live with me.

I don’t know about all that.

Baby steps.

As soon as we get Jake back,
we out.

[gunshot]

Since this nigga
was still breathing,

I’m just gonna assume
that you ain’t know shit

about them killing Reg.

Big Mike told me
where Nuck stay at.

It’s a trap house.

[pounding]

Is Kiesha here?

Boy, you better get
the fuck on, shorty.

I ain’t leaving
without my sister.

♪ tense music ♪

Only way you get in here
is a bullet through your head

and that’s on the mob.

You’re not the first one
to pull a gun on me.

[gun cocking]

Nigga, I’ll kill you
and leave your body

to rot on my front steps.

Let’s go.

I’m not leaving
without my sister!

I said let’s go!

♪ tense music ♪

Yeah, ’cause I think
I just peed on myself.

♪

A’ight.

I’ma catch you.

On the sly.

[rap music playing over stereo]

♪

You tough,
I’ll give you that one.

♪

[Dre] Hey, bro.

Have you seen this girl?

She went missing from this
bus stop about a week ago.

No, no.

All right, well,
take a flyer.

- Maybe you know somebody who--
- I don’t even know her.

[Emmett]
You seen this girl?

You seen her?

Hey, Joe, you seen this girl?

All right, if you-if you
hear anything,

call this number, all right?

[indistinct chatter]

I’ll keep my eyes
and ears open.

You wanna take a few extras
to give to your neighbors?

[Tracy] Excuse me.

Excuse me!

Is this your daughter?

Yes, that’s her.

I’m so sorry.

Tracy, right?
I-I remember you.

Everybody knows me
as the dead boy’s mama.

How you holdin’ up?

Depends on the day.

- Look, I know you’re scared.
- Horrified.

- Try not to think the worst.
- How can I not?

I don’t know if she’s locked
in somebody’s basement

or lying in a ditch somewhere.

Either way, I’m not there
to hold her hand,

tell her everything’s
gonna be all right.

Listen, no matter
what the outcome is,

it’s not your fault.

I’m her mother.
I’m supposed to protect her.

Protecting these kids
is a full-time job in itself.

Yeah, it is.

Handing out these flyers
is a fool’s errand.

Don’t nobody give a damn
about no missing black kid.

Excuse me?

What I’m saying is,
if you really wanna find her,

you’re gonna need
an army and a plan.

Let me help you.

♪ dramatic hip-hop music ♪

♪

Who this?

This Kev.

This my older
brother, Trig.

Y’all must be real smart if you
go to school on the North Side.

Kev got the brains.

Douda pulled a few strings
for my ass.

What y’all want, man?

It’s my sister, Kiesha.
She been missing for a week.

I think she’s at
this trap house on 65th.

Boyfriend stay there.

- Who’s her boyfriend?
- Some dude named Nuck.

Know him?

Not all gangstas
know each other.

We rolled up on him
last night.

Is you crazy?

I was just trying to help.

Bro, I don’t know this nigga,

but if his name is Nuck,
then he probably crazy as hell.

This shit ain’t no game.

I ain’t trying to hear about
you niggas’ bodies being found

on the local news, nigga.

- Calm down.
- Don’t tell me, "Calm down."

Man, look,
Kev needs your help.

I need your help.

How am I supposed
to help you with this?

Just go over there real quick
and see if you see his sister.

Bro, the 63rd Street Mob
don’t fuck with me.

I go over there
with no good reason,

them niggas
will blow my head off.

This is a good reason!

Look, nigga,
I don’t know you like that.

Don’t call me "nigga,"
all right?

Look, if you ain’t
gonna help me,

I’ll find somebody that will.

Who y’all gonna find?

Somebody that ain’t
gonna waste my time.

Bro, I only risk my life
for family.

He is my family.

- [Trig sighs]
- What’s she look like?

Y’all look alike.
Same mama, same daddy?

So is y’all
gonna help us or not?

Give me 24 hours.

And take your ass
back to school, bro.

Thank you.

♪ Dice the Nicest’s
"Bill Russell" playing ♪

[soft vocalization]

♪

♪ Tried to bring me down,
but I’m still winning ♪

♪ I’m ♪

♪ Still winning ♪

Hey, Papa.
What you doing here?

- I came to walk you to school.
- Why?

Girls out here
getting kidnapped, and...

I can’t let that
happen to you.

Well, if somebody
were to come kidnap me,

what you gonna do?

I may not be a fighter,
but I’m smart.

I’d film they ass
and put it on the ’Gram.

Then I’d try to get
they license plate number.

Oh, I got you
a breakfast sandwich.

What’s in it?

Eggs, bacon, cheese,

with a little bit
of grape jelly on the bread.

Okay, I see you.

I like a little sweet
with my savory.

[both chuckle]

Okay, and it’s hot too.

Of course it’s hot.
I’m not an animal.

- [both chuckle ]
- [Maisha] Whatever.

♪

[Emmett] All right,
I’m gonna be like,

"We only need to stay here
for, like, a month

’cause, like, whoo-whoo-whoo."

And then that’s when
you jump in and be like,

"We ain’t gonna stay here long

’cause whoo-whoo-wap-da-bam
and whatnot."

Nah, fuck that,
we need to figure out

what we gonna say
before we get in there.

Nah, I don’t wanna
sound too rehearsed.

All right, my mama hate
feeling like she being played,

so we gotta sound natural.

Like, just improv.

Tiff.

What we gonna do
if she say no?

Just hold the baby up.
That always works.

We only need to stay here
for, like, a month.

Or two.

I mean, we still
putting money

in that-that savings account
you set up for us.

Yeah, and pretty soon,
we’ll have enough saved up

to get our own place.

And we already found
a crib we like.

Yeah, it’s real nice.

Two bedrooms,
hardwood floors.

- Yeah. Yeah.
- High ceilings and shit.

Where?

- [Emmett] Hyde Park.
- [Tiff] Woodlawn.

[chuckles]

See, y’all need
to get your story straight.

Look, we just need,
like, a little--

Mm-mm.
[chuckles]

Don’t try using him
as collateral.

Ma, Ma, you know
I’m-I’m trying to get

my business off the ground.

Me too.

Then why didn’t you just
lead in with that

instead of coming in here
with this half-baked lie

and dangling a baby
in my face?

[clears throat]

Besides,
with all the craziness

that’s going on
in the city,

I don’t really like
staying here by myself.

Hmm?

But don’t let two months
turn into a year.

We won’t, I promise.

Your word means
more than his.

Don’t do me like that.

[both chuckle]

But I do have some ground rules
if y’all gonna stay here.

Ugh, here she go.

- Here she what?
- Nothing, nothing.

Just give us your rules.

[Jada sighs]

Okay, no loud noises
in the morning

’cause I need
my beauty sleep,

clean up after yourself,

no smoking or selling weed
in this apartment,

and there’s a 20-minute limit
on the shower

’cause the water be tripping.

And when do y’all
need to move in?

Uh, well, my boy already, uh,
got our stuff on his truck.

What were you gonna do
if I said no?

We was gonna be homeless.

Y’all.

♪ mellow hip-hop music ♪

[Dre] So my wife tells me
you run a support group.

[Tracy]
Something like that.

But ROCK isn’t just
a place for mothers to vent.

We do a lot
of other things too.

ROCK?

Remembering Our Chicago Kids.

It’s, like, 50 of us,
all women of color,

and we do not fuck around.

People think a woman scorned
ain’t nothing to play with?

Try a mother that’s lost a kid.

That’s why I think
we can help you.

Wow.

So what are the police doing?

Not a damn thing.

Sounds about normal
for a missing persons case.

It’s not high-profile,
and the police

don’t have the manpower they
really need to find anybody.

- Oh, and you do?
- Dre.

She’s trying to help us.

It’s better to be the parent
of a missing child

than a dead one.

There’s still hope.

I started my organization
’cause nobody was there for me

when I was thinking
about killing myself.

Ain’t nobody give a damn.

I get it.

Y’all don’t really
know me like that.

No, we don’t.

Why don’t you all
come to one of our meetings?

I really wanna show y’all
how we get down.

We’re tired of waiting on all
these crooked-ass politicians

to fix shit around here.

I’ll let y’all think about it.

Thank you.

♪ Tiffany Gouché’s
"Ready 2 Go" playing ♪

♪ Hold me ♪

♪ La, la, la ♪

♪ Yeah-ah ♪

What’s good, Ronnie?

♪

♪ Baby, I know
just what you wanna hear ♪

♪ Your body’s speaking to me
loud and clear ♪

♪ Just wanna put a smile
upon your face ♪

♪

♪ Just as soon
as you let me in ♪

♪ Let me in, let me in ♪

♪ I just wanna make you mine ♪

♪ Give you kisses
all the time ♪

♪ I know you never felt
a love like me ♪

♪ And once I get close to you,
I won’t leave ♪

♪ La, la, la ♪

♪ I’m all up in your ear ♪

♪ And you grab
my hand soft... ♪

[Charlene] It’s all there.

[chuckles]
Force of habit.

Got enough money to take me
out on that date yet?

What, you don’t like women?

I like women.

It’s just...my life’s
a little complicated right now.

[chuckles]
Nigga, I know you’re homeless.

I was just trying
to give you a little ass

to lift your spirits.

Besides, I like giving back
to the community.

[laughs]
Nothing worse than pity pussy.

[Charlene] Better than
no pussy at all.

Oh, I appreciate the offer,
Charlene, but I’m good.

[Charlene]
If you say so.

Next.

[male narrator]
After declaring war

on the kingdom of Austria
in April of 1792,

the French suffered
a string of defeats

to an Austrian
and Prussian alliance.

Do you know any French?

I know how to French kiss.

[narrator]
...unstable French populace...

Bro, stop embarrassing me.

Stop trying to impress
these bougie-ass kids.

[narrator]
In turn, the king’s ego...

Have you heard from Trig yet?

Not yet, but don’t worry.

- He gonna come through.
- How you know?

Because he trying to get back
in my good graces.

[narrator speaking
indistinctly]

Didn’t you say
he slit somebody’s throat

for cutting him off in traffic?

That’s a rumor.

Well, anyways, can you
text him or something, please?

Mr. Williams.

[narrator] ...declaring
the monarchy and--

[video stops]

You seem to have a lot to say.

Care to summarize
the documentary

up to this point?

[scoffs]

Um...

um, the reason why people mad

in the movie is ’cause, uh,

the queen lady, she was telling
poor people to eat pies,

and they couldn’t feed
they children, so...

they started
killing everybody.

Oh. Anyone care to expound?

Yeah?

The causes
of the French Revolution were:

social inequality,
greed from the French monarchy,

the rise of the bourgeoisie,
and the bad harvest,

which led to the rise
of the cost of the baguette.

These rich bitches
always doing too much.

- [Drovin] Très bon.
- Bro.

You’re absolutely correct.

Mr. Williams, I advise you

to start paying attention
in class.

Questions like these
will be on your next exam.

[bell rings]

We’ll pick up where
we left off tomorrow.

Read chapter three
for homework.

♪ Come taste my flavor ♪

♪ Darker the berry ♪

♪ Baby, come closer... ♪

[Jake] Jemma got you
hard as a rock.

[Kevin] Bro, it’s not
even like that.

[sniffing]
Then why you wearing cologne?

It’s called soap, fool.

Oh, shit.
Here she come.

Look, guys, there aren’t
too many of us here.

So your actions are
a reflection of mine

whether I like it or not.

So please,
get y’all shit together.

- Who you talking to?
- I’m talking to you, ashy.

Oh, oh, uh, we-we will.
We’ll-we’ll tighten up.

Please do.

I don’t care
about these white people.

Look, whether you
like it or not,

these white folks
are still running shit,

and the only way
for us to fix it

is to outrun
these motherfuckers.

We can’t just be excellent.
We gotta be phenomenal.

And you’re a king.

Stop acting like a peasant.

♪ OSHUN’s "Burn" playing ♪

- She is amazing.
- That bitch crazy.

♪ I mean, like ♪

♪ Maybe we could just
roll one ♪

♪ I wanna take you home ♪

♪ But I’m scared
you might say no ♪

♪ I won’t get my hopes up... ♪

After the last time I caught
her with that little boy,

I told her, "I done raised
my babies and your mama’s too.

I ain’t doing that
no more, mm-mm."

Well, it looks like
she’s a healthy young lady.

There’s no reason
she can’t go on birth control.

Damn shame
about that girl.

[scoffs]

- What?
- Tell her.

We used to talk
to the same dude.

Do you have any idea
where she could be?

No.

Uh, if you hear of anything,

please just give me
a call anytime.

[door clicks open]

Oh, my bad.

Sorry about that.

[engine revving,
tires squealing]

You need to knock next time.

The patient
could have been undressed.

I’m sorry.

That doesn’t excuse
your behavior.

What do you want me to do,

get on my knees
and beg for your forgiveness?

Maybe you’ll let me
take you out for a drink, then.

I’m Tomas, by the way.

Jada.

- I knew that.
- [chuckles]

I don’t date men I work with.

Great, ’cause I wasn’t
asking you on a date.

[scoffs]

So you just want
to have drinks as friends?

- Well, we aren’t friends yet.
- [chuckles]

I wanted to get to know you
and apologize for fucking up.

Okay.

I guess.

I look forward to it.

[door clicks open and shut]

[chuckles]

Why you can’t
just wait in the car?

’Cause I’m your bodyguard.

[muffled rap music playing]

♪

What’s up, man?
Uh, Stacks here?

Man, who the fuck is you?

Let’s go.

- Everybody get down.
- Y’all get down, man.

[Trig] What, you deaf?

What’s wrong with you?
Get down.

Get your ass down, nigga.

Tell Stacks bring
his ass down here.

Man, he ain’t here.

[gun cocking]

Yo, Stacks, we got company!

[distant chatter]

[mellow R&B music
playing over speakers]

♪

You okay?
I know y’all used to talk.

Yeah, yeah, it’s crazy.

I just saw her.

I know her mama’s
losing her mind.

They trying to stay positive.

Yeah, situations like this,
you gotta have faith.

Yeah.

Before you leave tonight,

pack up some food
for her family.

[Emmett] Okay.

What can I get you?

Can I get a two-piece dark,

mac, and collards?

Coming right up.

Mm.

You ever thought about
marinating your chicken

in buttermilk?

It’ll be juicier that way.

I don’t need nobody
to tell me how to cook chicken.

I been frying chicken
longer than you been alive.

- You hear me?
- I’m sure.

It was just a suggestion.

We good over here.

- Dom, what you doing here?
- I just came by to say hey.

[chuckles nervously]

This one of your little
playthings?

You know, this chicken
is really good,

but it can be better.

I know that’s your friend,

but she’s testing
my patience.

I-I-I know she’s a lot,
but...girl can cook.

Everybody think
they can cook these days,

but I been doing this
since before you was born.

I know--

You young uns always
trying to make shit better.

Ain’t nothing wrong
with the way they are.

A’ight.

You keep your friend
away from my kitchen.

♪

What are you doing?

We gotta keep this shit
on the low.

I just wanted to see
what the chicken

tastes like during the day.

Yo, don’t ever pull up
in here before nine o’clock.

You don’t tell me what to do.

You gotta let me run things.

I thought we was
running things together.

You know what I mean.

I ain’t like these other hos
you used to dealing with.

Good-bye.

You don’t know
what I’m used to.

[sighs]

[Stacks]
The fuck you want?

We don’t want no trouble.

The fuck you want, then?

We’re looking for a girl.
Heard she may be here.

There’s a bunch
of girls here.

Only need one.

♪ If you trying to hang, boy ♪

♪ Eat it ♪

♪ We don’t fuck
with them fake bitches ♪

♪ Don’t really care
about your money, nigga ♪

[indistinct yelling]

♪ We stay up
on the grind, homey ♪

♪ And the whole crew
is fine... ♪

Have any of y’all
seen this girl?

Her name’s Kiesha.

[woman] If she be here,
it ain’t by choice.

♪ We don’t care
about how you feel... ♪

[man groaning]

♪

[man] Open up.
Give me that pussy!

- [woman] Stop it! Get off!
- [slapping]

[man] Yeah, give it to me.
Yeah!

- [woman] Stop!
- [Imani] Bitch!

How you like it?

[Trig] Hey, hey, come on.
Come here.

- Fuck is you doing?
- [man] Get back in here!

Hey, stay focused.
We on a mission.

♪ We’ll fuck up the party,
believe that shit... ♪

[woman shouting indistinctly]

♪ Expect five quick ♪

♪ Got a bougie chick ♪

♪ Ratatatat ♪

♪ We don’t fuck
with that heartbreak shit ♪

♪ No fucks given,
no heartbreak shit ♪

♪ I bust your shit,
fuck with my bitch ♪

So I’m sure some of you have
heard about Kiesha Williams.

- She’s been missing for days.
- Seven.

She’s been missing
for seven days.

This is her mom and...

Stepmother.

Y’all know the police
ain’t gonna do shit,

so they need our help.

[Feenie] This ain’t no
missing persons support group.

Did I start the group,
or did you?

This is about
all of Chicago’s kids,

dead or missing.

So what’s the plan?

The fact that more
than half of y’all

don’t know who Kiesha is
is a problem.

So I think we need to make sure
everybody knows Kiesha’s name.

They should know her face.

When they see her,
they shouldn’t just see

another missing black girl
they don’t know.

They should see
their own daughter.

That’s the only way
we gonna get people to care.

Exactly.

Now, I wanna make Nina and Dre

the focus of our vigil
tomorrow night.

- That would be amazing.
- Thank you so much.

This is what we do.

[Feenie] No shade, but how do
we know Kiesha’s even missing?

Excuse me?

I’ve seen your
daughter’s Instagram.

- What about it?
- [Roveena] I’ve seen it too.

What’s the problem?

[Feenie]
From what I can tell,

she’s always posting
naked pictures,

and she stays
in my son’s comments.

Who’s your son?

[Feenie] I don’t mean
no disrespect.

I’m feeling
real disrespected right now.

Mm-mm, we don’t judge
around here.

I’ve seen my daughter’s
social media.

There are no naked
pictures anywhere.

[Feenie] I’m not talking
regular Instagram.

- I’m talking Finsta.
- The fuck is Finsta?

That’s when the kids
make a fake ’Gram account

and then they post all kinds
of pictures and videos

they don’t want
they mothers to see.

Look, Kiesha is missing.

And every second that we waste
talking about her morals

or lack thereof, we could be
out there trying to find her.

Agreed.

I don’t care
if she was letting fools

run trains on her.

This is somebody’s child.

Tracy, you have worked too
damn hard to start this group.

People are just starting
to take us seriously.

I don’t want some fast-ass girl
ruining our reputation.

And the second
we put her pictures out,

them racy photos
are gonna start popping up

all over the Internet,
and then people gonna be

looking at us like we crazy.

I don’t care how folks
look at us.

Why our kids always
gotta be saints all the time?

I see white kids
do crazy shit every day.

But if one of them
goes missing,

it ends up on CNN.

- [Dre] Hell yeah.
- That’s right.

And didn’t your son get caught
robbing a shoe store

before he got killed?

We’re not talking
about my son right now.

Oh, we not talking
about your son now, huh?

Listen, we just wanna do
what’s best for the group.

And I started the group.

So I get the final word.

But you also said
from day one

that everybody’s voice matters.

But before all that,

everybody’s child matters.

We are only gonna find Kiesha
if we are united.

If y’all don’t wanna help us,

we can figure all this out
on our own.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Listen.

I started this group because I
really care about all our kids.

Kiesha is one of ours.

I really hope
y’all come tomorrow.

[Nina sighs]

Nah.

We good.

Go check on that Finsta.

[Emmett] Order 92.

Dom’s chicken gonna
change your life.

All right, who’s next?

[Dom] Here, here, here.

[Emmett] Okay, uh,
order, uh, number 67.

Damn, about time.

I been waiting,
like, 20 minutes.

We just opened; things
will run faster next time.

Run faster next time.
You know, this is what I get

for trying to support
black businesses.

Yes, you do.
Yes, sir.

All right.

Look, that ain’t the kind
of word-of-mouth we want.

Uh, can you cook the food
a little faster?

I can’t.

You know how black folks get
when they get hungry.

Listen, if niggas can wait
in line for J’s,

then they can
wait in line for me.

Just cook quicker.

Man.

All right, my man,
what can-what can I get you?

Let me get
three slabs of ribs.

- Ribs.
- A large coleslaw.

Coleslaw.

And a bucket
of mac and cheese.

The fuck?

Uh, damn, are you trying
to feed a football team?

Yeah, actually.
My team.

They just got through
playing touch football,

so we hungry as fuck, man.

Okay.

Give me-give me one-one second.

How fast can you get
this man his food?

This a one-man band
back here.

If you gonna be serving
family-size meals,

then I need some
family-size help.

We ain’t got the budget
or the space for that just yet.

What you want me to do?

Uh, may-maybe I can help.

Uh-uh, the last thing
I need is you back here

fucking up my recipes.

Uh, food.

Uh, just-just-just
one second.

Oh, man, okay, look,
we gotta make this work.

Listen, you better tell these
people they got two options.

This ain’t Starbucks.

Back here dying.

Well, at least we a success.

It’s not a success
if people gotta wait on line

for an hour to get their food.

Look, I’m gonna
make this work tonight,

but if we gonna
keep doing this,

then you gotta get me
some real backup.

All right,
I’ll work on that.

Can you put the greens
in the-in the--

- Stir that up--
- Get the fuck out my kitchen!

- Go!
- All right, all right.

All right, my man,
okay, uh, coleslaw,

slab of ribs, bucket
of mac and cheese, coming up.

Uh, that’ll be 30, $30.

All right.
Who’s next?

[man 1] Yeah, yeah!
Get him! Get him!

- [man 2] Get him! Get him!
- [man 1] Nigga, beat his ass!

[man 1] Hey, where’d he go?

♪ tense music ♪

Hey, man,
come the fuck on, man!

♪

Get your dusty ass up, man.

[overlapping shouting,
blows landing]

♪

Hey, hey!
Hey, get off of him!

Get off!
Get outta here!

Get outta here!

I know y’all parents
didn’t raise you like that!

My brother,
are you all right?

I’ll be all right.

All right. Come on,
let’s get you inside.

Come on, come on,
I got you.

I got you, come on.
Come on, they’re gone.

[Papa] Daddy,
you know who that is?

A child of God.

That’s the man
who killed Coogie.

Like I said,
a child of God.

♪ jazz music ♪

♪

[sighs]
Thank you so much, man.

This means a lot to us.

Yeah, Sonny sends
his love too.

Thank you.
[chuckles]

Hey, let me ask you something.

Yeah?

What you know
about Finsta accounts?

Mm, not much.

I mean, I can barely keep up
with one Insta account,

let alone two.

Yeah, apparently
Kiesha had one.

You know anything about it?

Don’t worry, you’re not
gonna get her in trouble.

I just think it might
help us find her.

Yeah, I don’t know
nothing about that.

Okay.

[crunching]

Damn, this is good as fuck.
From Sonny?

Pff, not exactly.
Uh, how’s Kevin doing?

He’s okay.

He’s in his room
if you wanna holla at him.

All right.

♪ Uh, stomping
in a pool of liquor ♪

♪ Call some girls,
we’ll get through it quicker ♪

♪ I ain’t even know it,
I be ordering... ♪

- Yo, Kev.
- Oh, shit.

Oh, shit, uh, finish doing
what you was doing.

I’ll holla at you, uh,
tomorrow.

♪ A big part ♪

♪ Okay, okay, okay... ♪

Damn, that was quick.

Uh, yeah, I’ma get
at him tomorrow.

[chuckles]

♪ Okay, okay... ♪

Do you know
who those boys were?

No. [winces]

I’m not surprised
they jumped me.

Not too well liked
around here.

Then why do you
keep coming back?

It’s my home.

Have you asked God
for forgiveness?

I think I have.

No, that’s something
that you know.

I don’t think I know how.

Well, first you gotta
forgive yourself.

Have you done that yet?

♪ gentle music ♪

♪

I guess not.

Well, maybe I can
help with that.

[Tiff] I work too,
and I take care of our son!

[Emmett] Shut up, shut up!

[Tiff]
You on my last fucking nerve.

[Emmett] It’s ’cause of you
I ain’t got no nerves left.

[Tiff] You need
to get up and do

what you said
you was gonna do.

I’m so sick of your shit,
Emmett.

I’m sick of yours too!

Both of y’all need to calm down
right now.

You know I don’t like
all this screaming in my house.

Ma, can you please tell her
to let me get some sleep?

I been up all night, damn!

I work too,
and I take care of our son!

I don’t take care of my son?

- Not as much as I do.
- Man, whatever, Tiff.

You promised that you was
gonna get up this morning

- and take EJ to day care.
- Whatever.

Now you acting
all brand-new and shit.

Why can’t you take him?

Because I ain’t tryin’
to be late to work.

You sell weed.
The weed man always late.

[Tiff] Not this weed woman.

I’m a professional,

and I pride myself on having
good customer service.

It ain’t like them niggas
gonna fill out a Yelp review.

Okay, I am going
to take EJ to day care.

[Tiff] That’s my problem.

Why you mad now?

I’m not. It’s just annoying,
because every time

I ask him to do something,
he claims he’s gonna do it,

then he doesn’t,
and then you just swoop in

and do it for him.

That’s why he can’t get
his shit together.

Oh, so it’s my fault
he’s trifling?

I’m not trifling!

No, it’s not your fault,

but you do need to take
some of the blame.

Look, I’m trying
to do y’all a favor.

I know,
and I appreciate it.

It’s just, I feel like
he needs to help me more.

I’m doing the best I can.

Well, you need to do better.

Why don’t I just leave, then?

- You might as well.
- Cool.

Everybody take a breath.

Take a breath!

[Emmett breathes deeply]

Look, Tiff,

I’m sorry I didn’t
take EJ to day care.

I’ll take him tomorrow
and every day this week.

I promise.

You better.

Tiff?

Thank you.

I’m sorry for yelling.

Me too.

Y’all need to be
apologizing to me.

[both] Sorry.

[door clicks open and shut]

I’m gonna let y’all slide
this time.

Don’t let me wake up to y’all
screaming in this house again.

That’s Tiff!

You know she ain’t got
no inside voice.

And neither do you.

I-I said I was sorry.

How ’bout you stop apologizing,
start changing your behavior?

- I will.
- Good.

Then you can start
by telling Dre the truth.

About what?

I remember you scrolling
through all them

racy pictures
of Kiesha all the time.

Don’t act like you
don’t have the secret codes

to her Myspace account.

Man, first of all,
Myspace old as hell, Ma.

Ain’t no-ain’t no codes.
It’s usernames and passwords.

Whatever it is,
you need to give

all that information
to her mamas.

I’m not doing this
with you today.

You gonna do whatever
the fuck I tell you to do,

’cause you in my house.

Now, if you know something
about that girl’s account,

you need to tell her parents.

I’m not playing with you.

I just don’t think
it’s pictures

they really need to see.

Whatever’s on
that girl’s account

could be the difference
between her living and dying.

Don’t nobody care about
no damn naked pictures.

You need to tell
Nina and Dre the truth.

[keypad clicking]

[cell phone chimes]

[keypad clicking]

[sighs]

[Nina] Jada, thank you
so much for doing this.

I’ll give you two some space.

[scoffs]

Why would Kiesha do this?

She’s young, babe.

She thinks this is
all she has to offer.

I didn’t raise her
to act like this.

Our kids are just like
everyone else’s.

They do dumb shit.

She’s just looking
for attention.

I give her plenty of attention.

This is just a part
of growing up.

She ain’t the devil.

No wonder that group
don’t wanna support us.

I don’t give a fuck
if she had a dick in her mouth

in half of those photos.

Her life is still worth
fighting for,

so I’ma keep fighting.

Are you saying I’m not?

I’m saying this ain’t the time

to be judging her actions.

She’s a brown-skinned girl
whose daddy died suddenly,

and she just wants people
to think that she’s beautiful.

I taught her better than this.

This ain’t got nothing
to do with you.

It’s got everything
to do with me.

I’m her mother.
She’s my child, not yours.

Wow.

I knew this day
was gonna come.

[exhales sharply]

This is what you do.

What do I do, Dre?
Tell me.

I’m the one who said
we should wait

and do research
before we go to Tracy’s group.

But you insisted.

I’m the one who said
we should avoid

looking at those photos
of Kiesha,

but once again,
you insisted.

You’re a glutton
for punishment.

You love to be tortured,

but you know what?

Don’t take that shit
out on me,

’cause I’m not having it.

Do you even think
I’m a good mother?

What?

I wanna know.

I think you’re doing
the best that you can.

[softly] Wow.

I work all day so I can
give them a good life.

And when I get home,
I’m exhausted.

I got nothing else to give.

I’m so concerned
with them being perfect,

I don’t leave a lot of room
for them to be free.

Freedom is a luxury
our kids can’t afford.

I am going to that vigil.

Why? ’Cause you got
something to prove?

No.

’Cause I deserve to be there.

♪ somber music ♪

♪

[sighs]

Hey, y’all.

I’m not gonna lie.
I’m a little turnt.

[chuckles]
I was at my mama’s wedding,

and they left the wine
unattended, so...

I took advantage,
you know?

Okay, so when I get married,
I’m not doing a wedding.

Mm-mm, I’ma elope.

You not gonna catch me
feeding a bunch of niggas

who just gonna talk shit
about me

on the way home
from the wedding anyway.

And don’t at me.

Look, I said what I said,
okay?

Anyway, I just wanted to post

’cause I was
feeling cute today.

Hope y’all are too,
and if you’re not,

maybe you’ll
feel cute tomorrow.

I’m out.

♪

How come you ain’t text me?

Nigga, you better take
that bass out your voice,

talking to me.

Sorry.

Look, I just wanna know
if you found my sister.

She wasn’t there.

Fuck.

Did you check every room?

Bro, I put a gun
to this nigga’s head.

If he knew something,
he would’ve said something.

We gotta go back.

For what?
She’s not there.

There’s nowhere else
she could be.

I mean, if she ain’t there,
she gotta be--

Dead?
Well, maybe she is.

Don’t say that.

Baby, she been
gone a week.

Look, man, I know
these streets, all right?

And if she’s
been gone a week,

then either
a pimp done got her

or some nigga
done caught her slippin’.

Either way,
it ain’t good.

She ain’t dead.

How you know?

I can feel it.

Me too.

- Right?
- [sighs]

♪ On a black bit ♪

♪ I call it Knight Rider ♪

[music over radio fades]

I really appreciate this,
but...

I don’t like charity.

I wanna pay you back.

Don’t worry about it.

I don’t like handouts.

It’s not a handout.

It’s the Christian way.

I haven’t been a Christian
since I was a kid.

We all lose our way sometimes.

I didn’t get lost.

I walked away.

Not a fan of the church, huh?

Made a lot of bad choices
in my life.

So did the men
that followed Jesus.

You don’t need
to convert me, Pastor.

I’m not in the business
of converting folks.

I don’t have the power
to save anybody.

I’m just a tour guide...

for people that decide
to save themselves.

Tour guide.

I could use one of those.

We all could.

[button clicking]

[door clicks open]

It’s about time you came.

I don’t know if it’s
the TV or the remote,

but something ain’t working.

Well, that’s-that’s
because it’s not a remote.

It’s-it’s a cell phone.

My cell phone
is working just fine.

It’s that damn remote
that’s broke.

Okay, well, the batteries
must be dead.

Then change it.

Okay, I will, Grandma.

I ain’t your grandma.

- Yes, you are.
- Bullshit.

My grandson is a war hero.

You a bum.

It’s me, Ronnie.

You ain’t no hero.

I was.

And I’m gonna be.

I promise.

[grunts]

Just get me some batteries
for my damn remote.

I’m missing my stories.

♪ slow jazz music ♪

♪

Hey.

I can’t stop thinking about
those girls at that house.

You ain’t they mama.

That could’ve been me.

[sighs]

Everybody’s got a path,
and that’s theirs.

I wanna help them.

Imani, we can’t
save everybody.

[sighs]

If we go get ’em,

where they gonna stay at?

Who’s gonna feed ’em?

Look at me.

We gotta stay focused.

All right, we-we came
out here to get Jake

and that’s it.

Let’s just stick
to the plan, okay?

Come here.
Come here.

♪ I ♪

♪ Have never been so much ♪

♪ L.T.D.’s
"Love Ballad" playing ♪

♪ In love ♪

♪

♪ Before ♪

♪

♪ What a difference ♪

♪ A true love
made in my life ♪

♪

♪ So nice ♪

♪

♪ So right ♪

♪ Loving you ♪

♪ Gave me something new ♪

♪ That I’d never felt ♪

♪ Never dreamed of ♪

♪ Something’s changed ♪

♪ No, it’s not the feeling ♪

♪ I had before ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ It’s much, much more ♪

♪

♪ Love ♪

♪ I never knew ♪

♪ That a touch ♪

[knock at door]

[Nina] Hey, Kevin,
you ready?

Kevin?

[knock at door]

You okay?

I don’t wanna go.

I understand how you feel.

But it might do you good
to see how many people

care about your sister
and wanna see her back home.

- But what if--
- What?

I just don’t wanna go.

[soft chatter]

[microphone feedback squeals]

[Tracy] Thank you, everyone,
for coming out.

Not only did you show up
for us,

but you showed up
for the children of Chicago,

and they need you now
more than ever.

- That’s right, that’s right.
- Yeah.

Hey.

Why aren’t you up there
with the other mothers?

’Cause Nina is
Kiesha’s mom, not me.

[Tracy] ’Cause numbers
don’t matter.

- People do.
- [man] That’s right.

Real stories,
real faces, real pain.

I want y’all to understand
that just because

it’s not your child,
it’s someone else’s.

If one of us
is losing sleep at night,

we all should be losing sleep.

My child is your child.

- Your child is my child.
- [man] That’s right.

These kids
belong to all of us.

- [man] All of us.
- [applause]

[Tracy] Kiesha Williams has
been missing for seven days,

and if we don’t
bring her home soon,

there’s a chance that
she won’t be found alive.

[woman] That’s too long.

[Tracy] Now, y’all know
we can’t depend

on the police
to protect our kids.

We gotta lean on each other.

[woman] That’s right.

Kiesha’s mother is here
with us tonight.

I wanna lift her up
in prayer.

I wanna lift
all the mothers up

who have lost children
in prayer tonight.

[woman] Amen.

Please give her
a round of applause.

[applause]

Um...

please.

Of course.

[clears throat]

Okay, um,

I wasn’t planning
on speaking tonight.

I didn’t really
know what to say.

All I know is,
I’m scared.

I’m sad. I’m anxious.

And even though I’m blessed

to sleep next to the love
of my life every night,

I still feel alone.

I don’t even know
why I said "sleep."

I haven’t slept in days.

I really just lie there.

I toss and I turn
and I go over

a million different
scenarios in my head.

Thank God my wife is here
to hold my hand,

’cause I couldn’t
get through this without her.

Dre, can you
come up here, please?

[soft chatter]

Look, my daughter
isn’t a saint,

but neither was I
when I was her age.

She’s a young woman
trying to find her way.

She thinks she knows
everything,

like most teenagers.

But the truth is,

she’s got a lot to learn
about life.

She’s got a lot to learn
about herself.

She’s still on that journey,

and I don’t think
we should judge her

for stumbling along the way.

If-if people judged you

by the things
you’ve done wrong,

they wouldn’t have a clear
picture of who you really are.

♪ tense music ♪

So I’m asking you,

please don’t judge my daughter
by who she is now.

But help me bring her home

so she can grow into the woman

I know she has
the potential to be.

[applause]

♪

♪ smooth jazz music ♪

♪

[typewriter clacking,
bell dings]