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Fuck, man. You want the clip or not?

I... I don't really... I don't want... uh!

Gimme your fuckin' money. Come on.

Get your shit and get out!

So you don't wanna hear nothing I gotta say?

- No. - 'Cause we're married.

- What? - Come on, dog.

You're getting stupid.

Everyone in service is talking shit about you and Sarah.

- It's bad. - That's why you're gonna

- do this for me. - I'm gonna need more supplies.

Then you better get 'em.

Gimme the code and I'll help you find his killer.

Maybe there's something on there

that can help Jason's case.

You wanna play with guns?

'Cause we could always use another shooter.

So you in now.

- For real? - This shit is for life.

I can... I can pay you this back.

Hey, no hurry.

Shouldn't have taken that money, son.

Tracy? It's been a while, huh?

What are we looking at, guys?

Guns. Government issued.

Wonder how they're getting that.

Yeah!

What's the security like over there?

Nothing we can't handle.

You heard me. I don't care

who you gotta call, but I want that shit gone

- before I open. - All right, all right.

I heard you.

Where Tep and JB at?

Now, see, that's the problem.

They've got other ideas about what I should be doing

- with this... - Oh.

No, no, no, whoa, whoa.

Come on in, young man.

Um, you want me to unlock the front door?

No, no.

- Keep it locked. - No, you don't...

What?

Why don't we let him decide.

Mm, decide what?

How'd you like to make some cash?

Well, yeah, but I still owe you from before, so I...

It's okay. That's okay.

This is gonna make it good and then some.

Hell yeah.

- Emmett. - What?

Oh, shit.

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What you doing with Emmett's cologne?

Look, women like it when men smell good.

- It's a turn on. - Hell, not that much.

And who told you that?

I heard you talk to Emmett on the phone.

The exact words were,

"Oh, baby. You smell so nice."

That shit turn me on.

Stop listening to my conversations.

All right.

I know you drowning yourself in this cologne

'cause you wanna impress Andrea.

Yeah, so?

How do I make her like me?

You can't make nobody like you, Kev.

It don't work like that.

- You gotta respect girls. - I do.

You better be.

Can't have my little brother out here gaming.

I don't got no game.

I can help you with that.

- How? - Tell me about Andrea.

- Oh. She hot. - Uh-uh.

There you go, objectifying.

Okay. Damn. Um...

She good at math.

Okay. What else?

Uh, she got nice hair.

It ain't that good, but okay.

- She has beautiful eyes. - Yeah?

- But don't tell her that. - Why not?

'Cause every player's gonna tell her that.

You gotta be unique.

Unique. All right.

_

New paint, floors.

Oh, and check this out.

Italian tile. Set it myself.

See how the light hits it?

Has a... a twinkle. Like little stars are trapped in there.

Well, I miss the linoleum.

Broke three glasses already. It's colder on my feet.

She hard on the glassware.

I'ma be hard on your ass if you don't

watch your damn mouth.

Well, y'all really fixed up the place.

Okay, so. I just need you

to sign these.

It's just adding me as the listing agent.

Pretty standard stuff. Just sign where I've indicated.

Yeah, I'm gonna have my lawyers go over that.

Ignore him. He ain't go no damn lawyer.

- Hi. - What's this?

Jerrika our new listing agent.

Well, what happened to the old guy?

Man, he crookeder than J Cole's teeth.

I was gonna tell you the other night,

but it slipped my mind.

Um... Maybe we should, um,

let y'all two talk.

Well, hold on, we still haven't landed on the listing price.

We can do that later.

Look, I'm sorry.

They just... they asked me and I wanted to make sure

they didn't get taken advantage of.

Yeah, it's cool.

You been getting my texts?

Yeah, I did.

Well, is it cool that I at least come by the apartment

- to get my stuff? - You got a key.

So just come by. Just let me know.

Is tonight okay, or...

Um, not sure I'll be there.

But yeah. Can you get them to sign that?

- What? - Man, you ain't

getting back with that.

That's too bad, 'cause she's one of those that earn...

You just not funny right now.

Well, you should've locked that shit up sooner.

What exactly are we doing?

We're helping out the community. Come on.

Excuse me, my brother.

No questions asked, huh?

That's correct.

How much are you paying for each gun?

Hundred bucks.

We've also got some gift cards.

Now do you wanna get a gun off the street?

I think it's better if you take a look.

Where'd you say you came across these?

Oh, and I could've sworn you said no questions asked.

I'd like my cash now, if you don't mind.

Will you take some gift cards, too?

We weren't expecting this many.

Sure, sure. I tell you what,

You throw in some of those baked goods over there,

and we are good to go.

_

What's your name, girl?

Tracy.

- Tracy Roxboro. - Hey, Tracy.

- Hey, Tracy. - Your boy

that basketball player.

Jason.

My Antoine was first saxophone in middle school band.

They made that big memorial for your boy

up near 79th street.

They did.

He was all up in the news and all.

What was it again?

Oh, yeah. "Shining star cut down

by the mean streets of the South Side."

That's enough, Tasha.

Her son gets memorialized and talked up.

But my son? Not a thing.

- That's not her fault. - It's still messed up, though.

If I was you, I'd be pissed off, too.

I get it.

It's a lot of raw nerves up in here.

So if you lookin' for hugs

or somebody to tell you it's gon' be all right,

this is the wrong place to be.

I'm not quite sure what I'm looking for.

Come take a seat.

Want some coffee, Tracy?

- Yeah, that'd be nice. - Good.

Bring some next time.

'Cause we ain't got none here.

- Oh. - All right, let's start.

Free to go.

I know what you did, Ronnie.

I want Jason's phone.

Unless you want me to start asking you more questions,

I'd walk away.

Okay, places everybody.

What's that smell?

Uh, I don't know.

Smell like my granddad up in here.

Ready, and, five, six, seven, eight.

Here she go, about to mess up.

- How you know? - Just wait.

Waiting.

Here it comes.

Every time. Basic ass.

Good for all that dancing

but can't remember a line for shit.

Get your shit together, Andrea!

Hey, chill, Papa. Don't get your green panties in a bunch.

Cool it, guys!

Let's take a ten-minute break, everybody.

Man, Andrea gonna mess up our play.

Since when you care so much about the play?

What you mean? All the honeys coming to see me.

I gotta look good.

Man, ain't no girls coming to see your fat ass

in some green tights.

I look good in tights. I got the legs for 'em.

Hey, Kevin. Thanks for being a gentleman.

He just didn't have the heart to tell you...

Man, shut up.

Anyway, I was actually wondering

if y'all wanted to come with us to the rink later.

Yeah.

All right. I'll see you there.

Can't believe she got you whipped like that.

Your ass don't even know how to skate.

And your black ass can?

When you gon' learn, Kev?

I'm good at everything.

Where the fuck did they get all these?

I don't know. Good God damn question.

We got a problem.

Good morning.

Head nurse been looking for you.

- For me? Why? - Medicine come up missing.

They know you been in here.

I was just getting stuff for Mr. Jenkins.

You know they had cameras installed, too.

Last month.

Shit.

Yeah.

There was a memo about that.

Go on. She's waiting for you.

- Yeah. Thanks. - Yeah.

Come in.

Jada.

- Hi. - This is Jim Peters.

- Jada. - Hi. Nice to meet you.

Uh, have a seat.

What's going on?

I have some questions to ask you.

Okay.

Are you aware that we have security cameras

throughout the facility?

Hey, Brandon.

Oh, what's up, Chef?

Inventory sucks balls

and I got a box of fish missing.

You sure? You check the walk-in?

It's not there. Somebody took it.

Nah. No way.

Where the fuck is it, then? 'Cause it was here yesterday.

I don't know, Chef, to be honest.

Find out who took it.

Why me, though, Chef? Like...

'Cause I asked.

Just find out.

All right.

Fuck, man.

- What's up, peeps? - What's good, y'all?

What's up?

Chef knows about the fuckin' fish, bro.

Yeah, so? What's that gotta do with me?

I know about the taco hustle, Luis.

It was just sitting there.

Last week he had me throw out five pounds of crab.

Well, you know he want me to figure out who did it.

You're gonna fuckin' snitch?

I ain't gotta snitch if you just bring the shit back.

You about to get off anyway, right?

Yeah, I finished all the prep.

Well, let's figure something out.

We gotta get this shit back.

All right, man.

Good.

- Hey. - Hey.

- Hey, we good, right? - Yeah, yeah.

Um... just... we'll talk about it later.

Um, I need to bounce out for a couple minutes.

- Is that cool? - Everything okay?

Yeah, I just... I just need to help my mom

with some of the house stuff I was telling you about.

- I told you about it, right? - Right, yeah.

Did Chef ask you about the fish?

Yeah, he... he seemed pretty pissed about it, too, so...

You know who took it.

What the fuck, Brandon?

Hey, it was... it was Luis, all right?

I'ma...

I'll take care of it. I'll fix it.

I'll fix it right now.

I promise, I'ma fix it.

Come right back.

You know what I missed most down in Cuba?

Vienna dogs, hand to God.

Cuba, huh? How was that?

Yeah, well, it was a good place

for me to be for a while.

Well, I heard the women out there are super bangin'.

Yeah, yeah. So hot they'll cut your dick off

for looking at 'em the wrong way.

I can't lie, I like 'em a little crazy.

Yeah, well, you'll grow out of that, trust me.

But that's not what I was there for.

So how long you been working for my brother?

About six months.

And?

I mean, he's your brother.

You know, he always coming to me with these sayings.

Uh, "Anything worth having..."

"Doesn't come easy."

- Yeah, I know. - You know.

Our daddy used to always say that.

- Mm. - He was a porter

for the Elgin, Joliet Eastern Railway.

Good, long, hard, steady work.

Gave folks like us a chance to be

middle class, you know?

Mm.

And that we were for 23 years.

Until one night, a train backs into the yard to switch tracks

and kills him accidentally.

You know what we got

from the train company

for all those years of hard service?

- What? - $500

and his porter whistle back.

I remember the look on my mother's face

when she got that whistle.

Sonny still has it.

Always used to tell me that

that whistle signified all the hard work

that Daddy put in.

And Sonny's just like him.

Believes in all that hard work bullshit.

And you don't?

Depends on who you workin' hard for, Emmett.

I watch Sonny bust his ass day after day

and he can still barely get by.

Me?

I see things differently.

What's that?

Emmett, do you know what I do?

- I got an idea. - Yeah? What?

I mean, you hustle.

No, Emmett.

I don't hustle.

I run shit.

In fact,

I used to run all of this shit around here.

Then some crap went down and I, um...

I decided to take a step back.

- You retire or something? - Yeah.

Yeah, something like that.

We got one more thing that I gotta do.

You down?

Yeah. Yeah.

All right.

Good. Get in.

- What's this? - The fish.

Dude, try it. My cousin's salsa is fuego, papi.

Damn.

- This is good! - Yeah.

- But we need the fish. - Yeah, so, uh,

my cousin took the cart up to Wrigley.

Sold that shit out. Cubs game.

Well... well just go get the money that you made.

Fuck you talkin' 'bout?

We gotta replace the fish, Luis.

Well, go get the money. Let's roll.

Trace? Trace.

- We need to talk. - I know I told you

to leave me alone, Ronnie.

I spoke to Shanté.

Shanté?

Why didn't you tell me about her?

'Cause it was none of your goddamn business.

- She carryin' Jason's baby. - Please.

That could be anybody's baby.

That girl was trying to mess his life up.

- How? - Had him talking crazy

like he wasn't gonna be on the team no more,

he wasn't gonna go to college.

He loved her.

He was up there the night he got shot.

Yeah, so what the fuck do you want, Ronnie?

Why'd you lie to me?

You want the truth?

Jason didn't want nothing to do with you.

He saw you standing on the corner like you were some bum

and he was embarrassed.

Wow.

That's some fucked up shit to say, Trace.

If you wanted to do something for Jason,

you shoulda did it while he was alive, Ronnie.

That's what you shoulda done.

Yo, I ain't gonna lie, them tacos was good as fuck.

Yo, so fire.

How much you think y'all make a night off that shit?

If the Cubs are playing, 1,500, easy.

Sell 'em as fast as we can make 'em, man.

Yo, good thing about food trucks,

is you just go where the business is.

That's a fuckin' dope ass hustle.

Yeah, but you gotta get a good truck

and not some roach coach.

- Hola. - Good deal on yellowtail.

How 'bout some of this red snapper over here?

Tico? How many snapper we got left?

- Coming! - My son can help you.

What the fuck? What the fuck?

Hey, yo, be cool.

- Hey, what the hell you want? - How 'bout my fuckin' money?

Hey, be cool, man. My mom's right there.

Your mom? Really?

Does she know you stuck a fuckin' gun in my face?

Look, man, just don't make a scene.

All right, well, hook us up with some of this red snapper.

Then maybe we could call it even.

Come on with it.

If you... you take it now, it's gonna cost double.

I know. I'll deal with it when I get home.

Love you.

Dog ate a sock.

- What kind? - Labradoodle.

Told me it has hybrid vigor.

- What you got? - A 911 call.

- You wanna check the log? - Mm-hmm.

Number?

They got nothin'.

No record of the call.

- How's that? - Could be someone

fucked with the phone.

Part of a case you're working?

Yeah.

Well, you want, you can put that phone through tech forensics.

They verify that's a legit call then we got a mystery.

Now unless you got something else, I gotta take a piss.

Yo, Reg.

Ah, shit.

Mm-hmm.

Open up.

What's up?

Y'all ain't hit me back.

Oh, yeah. I was...

- You know, I was gonna... - Yeah.

Well, you gonna invite me in?

My bad.

No, I got this. You good.

Oh, no, man.

You got any juice?

That's all I got.

They for my little brother, Jake.

That's cool.

What you gonna do with that gun you got tucked?

Shoot me?

You know what's gonna happen now, right?

Big Mike out there, he gonna have to

rip off your bother's arms, beat him to death.

You want that to happen?

I ain't gonna do nothin'.

No, you not.

Go on, put it down.

It was that old ass man that broke into our stash house

- and took our guns. - Maybe.

Problem is, I put you in charge of that.

You, Reg. Now I got three dead motherfuckers

- I gotta clean up. - I been told you

we shoulda did something about him.

And I will. First, I wanna know

how he able to just walk up into our spot, I...

- I don't know, I step... - Shut the fuck up.

I wanna know how he able to walk up in our spot

- and take our shit. - I...

- Which you watched. - I stepped out, bro.

- Stepped out? - I was fuckin' around

- with this bitch. - Man, I... I hope

that shit was good.

Come on, T.

- Don't beg, man. - Come on, bro.

I gotta look out for my little brother, bro.

Aw, that...

Is that supposed to be my problem?

No. It's not.

Get up. Get up!

That's how you take it.

You fuck up like that again,

I'ma take your life.

You know who that is?

Yeah. It's Trice.

What do you think about him?

Um... He dress fly as shit.

Yeah. He's the peacocking type.

What else do you know?

Um, he must be getting paid.

Yeah. You scared of him?

No. Hell no.

Good.

I want you to take this

and give it to him.

You want... you want me to do it?

Yeah. Tell him thanks for helping keep the streets safe.

Go on.

Sox game on the radio

and I wanna get back home, take a listen.

Okay. All right.

I can't.

It's okay.

Go on. Wait in the truck.

Can I get a ride to the rink?

Kev, you know how that place gets after dark.

- Please? - Who you goin' with?

Papa.

Just Papa?

- And Jake... - Nope. Uh-uh.

I did all my chores

and I got a 98 on my math test.

- We could go. - Wait, what?

I ain't been to the rink in years.

No, no. I just need a ride.

Either we come or you ain't going.

- All right. Let's go. - Teach him how to skate.

- You still got it, babe? - Oh, you know I do.

You better watch out, 'cause I'm about to put the moves on.

Oh, okay.

- Can y'all stay on this side? - What, you scared

- we gonna embarrass you? - Yes.

You scared we skate better than you.

Well, go on, get, before we start kissing you

in front of everyone.

- Y'all see Andrea? - Yeah, she over there

with all the other hens, clucking away.

Thank the Lord.

I thought I was gonna be the only brother up in here.

- It's all good. - Yeah. It is now.

- What's up, Kev? - 'Sup, Corey.

Fool whack as fuck.

Why you hating on Corey all of the sudden?

He been talking shit at school.

Since when?

Yeah, Corey always been cool with us.

His bro from the South D Sinners and they been

- talkin' shit about Reg. - That ain't talkin' about you.

Talkin' about my brother, you talkin' 'bout me.

Jake, please. Don't... Don't do this today, all right?

I'm begging you.

Just better keep that mouth shut.

All right, we're gonna get the night going

with our first couples skate.

- Hey, guys. - Hey.

- Andrea. - Hey, Kev.

Hello to you too, Kevin.

You act like you ain't happy to see me.

I... I didn't know you were coming.

That's my cousin. There a problem?

No. Cool.

- You look nice. - Thank you.

And, uh, I like the way your, uh, head's shaped.

You mean her face?

Yeah, that's what...

You know, uh, you... You wanna skate with me?

Maybe later.

- What about my head? - Please, don't.

Please.

I'm not gonna lie. That shit was hard to watch.

Come on, now. The way her head shaped?

I didn't know what to say!

- Something better than that! - Okay, I'm sorr...

- Man, let's get out of here. - Whatever.

Daddy's home.

What?

How long he's been here?

What the fuck happened to you?

And that came in right after he was shot?

- Yeah. - But there's no recording

- of the call. - It's not on the call logs, no.

And I'm supposed to add this up how?

Wallace has got something going on at the stash house?

Yeah, I mean, that with the kid. Yeah.

Careful, Detective. You sure you really

- wanna go down this road? - I'm bringing it

- to you first. - You brought me some bullshit

about a 911 call and softball.

The Jason Roxboro case has been closed

and Vice just pulled the ticket on the stash house.

Wait, whoa, whoa, whoa. When?

A few hours ago.

Yeah, why is that?

I guess one of those gang bangers turned on the others

and they all shot each other dead.

That doesn't sound convenient to you?

I'll take it. So should you.

Man, I quit. This game rigged.

Man, you always say that when you get your ass beat.

Whatever.

Damn, you gonna have that stank face on all night?

Corey keep looking over here I'ma fuck him up.

- Yo! - Yo, whoa, wait.

- Hold up. - Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Uh...

Look, Kev, fuck Andrea for real.

Why she even invite you if she wasn't gonna

talk to you all night?

- I say you cuss her ass out. - Nah, man.

Girls like it when you nice.

She'll pull through.

Kev, listen. My bro get all kinds of hoes

- and he definitely ain't nice. - Hell no.

Look, you gotta make her jealous.

And how I'm gonna make her jealous?

Maisha.

- Nah, I... I'm good. - Yeah, bro, bro,

just to make her jealous, that's it.

You ain't even gotta like her.

Just got out, skate. That's it.

Trust me.

Trust me.

- Uh, hey. - Oh, Kevin, I was...

- Maisha, you wanna skate? - Sure. I guess.

I took your man.

All right, everyone,

here's a old-school jam for you.

- Thanks. - For what?

Asking me to skate.

I know you like my cousin, Kevin.

She all right.

Okay.

She cute, but you cool.

- You think I'm cool? - Yeah.

Booyah.

- Who took it? - Come on, Chef.

- You got it back. - I asked you

to find out who took it.

It ain't gonna happen again.

- You take it? - No.

But you know who did.

Yeah, I...

Do me a favor and toss it.

- Why? - I can't serve that.

- It's perfectly good fish. - Ain't the same fish

and I don't know where it's been.

The ocean.

So you wanna tell Luis he's fired?

- That's fucked up. - You know what's fucked up?

You covering for him.

I let this slide, everybody thinks they can take from me.

- You got a problem with that? - No.

So go on and tell him he's fired, then.

See that, I'm not doing.

Excuse me.

Brandon.

- What are you doing? - Why the fuck

would you rat us out?

Because Luis stole from us.

He was just trying to support his fuckin' family, Sarah.

I don't give a shit.

If this restaurant closes tomorrow

and me and Chef lose everything,

who's gonna be there for us?

I don't rat my fuckin' friends out.

I quit.

Brandon.

I put your clothes out on the bed.

Thanks.

No problem.

So you ever gonna let me explain?

What for?

'Cause I don't wanna just throw away

everything that we have.

Brandon, you told me you weren't gonna

do anything stupid and then I found a gun

and a bloody shirt in your backpack.

I mean, what the fuck?

I didn't do nothing.

- Okay. - You don't believe me?

I believe that you were messed up about Coogie and...

Look, I don't even wanna know what happened.

Well, nobody died.

- Great. - And the gun wasn't mine.

Can we just not talk about it?

All right, then what?

How's work?

I quit.

What? Why?

Trying to do the right thing, I guess.

You do something?

Nah.

Chef wanted me to fire Luis.

I said no.

So what are you gonna do now?

I don't even know.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

Go on, go on. Take it.

You earned it.

I messed up.

Nah, son. You did just fine.

- For real? - Yeah.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

Uh, about earlier, I'm...

I'm not a... I...

Hey, hey.

You know what it's gonna say on your gravestone?

If you were a good parent and how long you lived.

The rest is forgotten.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

Shh.

- Was he good today? - EJ is always good.

Unlike you. And you owe me for the last two weeks.

All right.

EJ got a tooth breaking through, so he gon' be hollering.

What you wanna do is get some whiskey and rub it on his gums.

- Wait, whiskey? - Yeah, I did it to my youngins

and they turned out just fine.

Can I bring him by tomorrow?

Yeah, if you got some money.

All right. Y'all get home safe.

Thank you.

Huh? Huh?

You happy to see Pop?

Aw, man.

Ma? What's wrong?

You all right?

There he is.

Yeah, how did it go with Maisha?

- Fine. - You get some of that?

Don't talk about her like that.

Ain't gon' get to your feelings.

Here she come.

- Hey, Kevin? - Yeah.

- I wanna talk. - About?

Tonight.

- Can I have a sec? - Okay.

Whatever. We get it.

Look, I'm sorry. I invited you tonight,

and I just got caught up with everyone else.

Yeah, that was messed up.

Hope I can make it up to you, though.

How?

That was nice.

Yeah.

Well, I'll see you Monday.

Andrea.

Maybe I'll text you over the weekend or something.

All right.

Shit.

Tiff?

Hey, Emmett.

What you doing here?

I want EJ back.

Yo, Sonny.

Oh, the fuckin' shit. Sonny!

Sonny? What the fuck happened?

- Hey! - What the fuck?

Take a seat, old man.

Mm-hmm.

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