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Previously on The Chi...

I wanna confess to the murder of Coogie Johnson.

- I quit. - What? Why?

Trying to do the right thing, I guess.

It would be nice to start something of my own.

A food truck, but I don't have the money for that.

Even if the house sells tomorrow,

it could take three months,

if not longer for you to get paid.

They can get that truck fixed.

- What you got, big man? - Soul food in a taco.

It says right there, you his father.

- I just want you to do better. - I'm tryin'.

I see that; it's not all about you anymore.

EJ's good, but his mama is... damn.

- She's back? - Yeah, and she's staying

- with some random dude. - Who killed

that basketball star up near your stash house?

Trice did your boy.

Look, man, we worried about you.

- Don't be. - What about school?

- Reg didn't go to school. - Yeah, he's a drug dealer.

You happen to see Trice around?

Yeah, I picked him up this morning

and dropped him off at his crib.

Get your bitch ass the fuck out my car.

Stand your motherfuckin' ass up, dude.

Get the fuck up.

Hey, stay your ass right here.

- You hear me? - Yeah.

- Yeah, all right. - Come on. Come on, dude.

Yeah, get the fuck on your left.

Get your bitch ass in there.

Get the fuck in there, dude.

We've got this.

Take little man outside and wait.

All right.

Didn't I tell you to wait your ass outside? Come on.

Stanley, your shuffle's really coming along.

Kevin, I'm gonna need you to project.

You have a really good voice. Use it.

He's just afraid of greatness, Mr. Gasca.

Man, shut up, Papa.

- You guys talk to Jake? - You talk to those dancers?

The ones messing up our play?

I will. Now, did you talk to Jake?

- Yeah, we did. - He's exploring other options,

Mr. Gasca, in the family business.

- Family business? - Yeah, with his brother Reg.

I've been praying for him every night, Mr. Gasca.

Even whittled a cross for him,

but my mom says he's lost his way.

Well, sometimes you gotta do more than that.

Maybe I'll have a chat with this brother of his.

I wouldn't do that if I was you, Mr. Gasca.

- Reg is a bad mother. - Real bad.

I'll take that into consideration.

But for tonight, our play needs us.

Let's see about this yellow brick road, huh?

Hey. Hey!

Look at me.

So, Michael,

how do you wanna do this?

My mother needs to be able to look at me after.

Hm. Okay.

I'll tell you what, you tell me what I wanna know

and...

the knife stays right here.

I take you on your word on that.

I spoke with your friend, Wallace.

The cop.

He told me you were the one who shot my boy.

Your boy?

I'll be there in, like, ten.

No. Of course I love you.

I mean, my ass is out here getting you ice cream, ain't I?

No.

All right, all right.

Okay.

Hold on.

- Wait. - We got eyes. Lock up. Lock up.

Hey, lemme... lemme call you... Lemme call you back.

Hey. You lost, youngblood?

Who you got on the phone?

N-no.

No, man, I... I was just leavin'. I...

Who you with?

Nobody, I... I swear.

Oh. You look like you was playing hide and seek.

What you doin' around here?

I was goin' to my girl house.

She... just gettin' her... Gettin' her...

Gettin' her ice cream.

Oh, that's cute.

What kinda ice cream you get her?

Mint... mint chocolate chip.

Not bad.

All right. Look, I didn't see nothin'.

I... I didn't see nothin'.

Who said anything about seeing something?

Nigga, what was you doin' hiding there?

I had no choice.

They gon' kill him?

Don't matter. The man said wait, we gon' wait.

- But what happens next? - Bro.

See, that's why I knew I shouldn't have

brought your ass with me.

I'm good.

All right.

Come on.

Go on.

Finish it.

You stick here, little man.

Go on.

Take a look if you want.

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I asked about the chain he was wearing.

- Jason's chain. - Yeah.

This is outside the corner store?

- Mm-hmm. - Go on.

We argue.

I took out the gun, and...

I need to hear you say it.

I shot him.

That was it.

You remove anything from the body?

Just my boy's chain.

It was the last thing that I gave him.

Okay.

Let's talk about after.

You tell anybody else what you did?

- No. - And the gun?

Sold it.

Who'd you sell the gun to?

A guy on the street.

- What street? - 63rd and King.

What'd the guy look like?

I don't know.

You're lying about the gun.

I sold it to Meldrick.

I don't know his last name.

Yeah, I know who you're talking about.

Anybody see you shoot Coogie?

What's that matter?

Corroborate the story.

Everything helps.

Anybody witness you shooting Coogie?

Yeah.

Name?

- Three. - Copy.

Opening cell three.

What you lookin' at?

Nothin'.

So you taking the truck out tonight?

Yeah, I gotta start makin' some kinda money.

Brandon, what are you lookin' at me like that for?

The guy that you messed with, you... you work with him?

I just wanna know.

I thought you said this wasn't gonna be a thing.

- It's not. - Then why you askin'?

'Cause look what you got on.

Oh, I can't look cute at work now 'cause Marcus is there?

See?

I knew y'all worked together.

Do you see me all up in your shit

because you fucked your boss, Sarah?

She's not even my boss no more, J.

Can we just not do this?

I'm moving on and so should you.

Okay.

It's already in my rearview.

Good.

So guess what? I just got a solid offer

on your mom's house.

- That's a good thing, right? - Yeah, so you can get paid

- and fix up that roach coach. - I'm sorry, what?

Not too much on my truck, okay?

Back... back it all the way up.

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry. - It's a work in progress

- is what it is. - Sure, let's go with that.

I'm taking the offer over to them now.

You comin'?

Yeah, I'm comin'. I'm comin'.

Ooh! There you go.

There you go. Ooh!

Whoo!

There you go, there you go.

Oh, oh, ohh

Ah!

I got you. I got you.

Hm?

Well, it's almost time

for you to get back with your moms, young man.

You gonna miss Pops?

We both gonna miss Grams, 'cause she might be leaving us.

How you feel about that?

Just gonna be the two of us, man.

Emmett?

How many Pampers is left in that bag?

'Cause I gotta make a few stops before I go home.

Say, "Hi, Mommy." Tell her, "I had ice cream today,

and now I got gas."

What happened to your face?

Nothin'.

Is everything all right?

Why don't you just mind your business, Emmett?

Tiff, just because we ain't what we used to be

don't mean you can't talk to me.

I gotta roll.

Come on.

It's okay.

I gotta go.

Just walked in and confessed.

- Huh? Your guy. - Yeah.

Why would he do that?

I don't know. He felt guilty.

Did he leave out the part where you gave him Coogie Johnson?

Ah...

Oh, you wanna pull down on me?

Fuckin'...

This is where you're supposed to pull the trigger.

Yeah. I thought so.

Oh!

Fuck!

You're a dead man.

What are you doing?

You said meet you outside so we could

walk to the play together.

Somebody sees you like that, you gonna get

your lollipopped ass kicked.

Nobody's gonna whoop my ass.

You figure?

In jail the last person you wanna fight

is the crazy one because they unpredictable.

How do you know this?

Locked Up Abroad. I watch it with my mom.

She says it's important to see the path of sin.

- What? - Did you know that

they bring narcotics into the penitentiary

up their asses?

Cell phones too.

I-I don't wanna know that.

Okay.

You okay?

Just... nervous about the play.

My whole family's coming.

Don't worry. I got your back.

Maybe we could run the lines together?

All right, let's do it.

We're gonna lock this Wiz down and shine.

Check this, got the Cold Duck all chilled up.

Rosé, too.

We ain't sold it yet, crazy.

Shit, we got the offer, Laverne.

It was the paint, wasn't it?

Motherfuckin' Quaking Grass.

- They didn't say. - Laid that rest, did you?

So what's the offer for?

It's 5,000 over your asking price.

- That's good, isn't it? - In this market? Yes.

Told you we shoulda asked for more.

- We? - You think that Italian tile

just laid itself?

Hell no. I got some

serious sweat equity in this joint.

Can we sign, please?

We ain't fuckin' signing

with no cheap ass Bics.

This used to be my father's.

- Look who bougie now. - Now, now!

I thought it was me.

Let me take this real quick.

- Hello? - All right so,

- you're gonna sign here. - Yes, this is he.

Everywhere it says seller initial.

- Mm-hmm. - Okay?

- When? - Every page.

Everywhere... okay.

Everywhere you see the X.

Uh, yeah, I'll let her know. I'll let her know.

No, that's it. Thank you.

I appreciate it.

All right, you too.

I hope you see everything. I'm sure he'll read it all.

That was Detective Cruz. He, um...

He said they got the guy who shot Coogie.

Yo... Mom.

I'm sorry.

They helped... Fuck.

See how I got my shit tucked?

Tuck your shit in the back, just like that.

Ready?

- Yeah. - Come on.

Fellas.

So listen up.

Trice gone.

Man, what the fuck is you talkin' about?

Big Mike, you heard exactly

what the fuck I just told you.

That nigga gone, and he ain't comin' back.

So what's up, then?

So you the boss now, huh?

That's the way it's lookin'.

I wanna know, my paper the same?

Hell yeah.

Well, you just made the boogey man smile, then.

- We good, man. - That's what it is.

Yes, sir.

Ha, but yeah, check it out, check it out.

So, look, hey, this block is too motherfuckin' hot right now.

We have to find us a new hustle, ASAP.

Well, you need to come up with some new moves, then,

- my brother. - Indeed. So look, check it out.

I want you to round up everybody,

take 'em to the park, lay low for a little minute,

bust a couple syrups.

As soon as I got somethin' new,

I'm gon' hit you.

- My man. - Yeah.

All right. Right there.

All right, y'all. I'ma holla at you.

What's up, man? No pressure, no pressure.

So what's up, uh... What you wanna do now?

Wanna go get some new kicks?

We can go to That's A Burger.

- Nah, I'm not hungry. - Yeah?

So what else you wanna do?

I gotta admit it, Andrea's doing all right.

Saved it all for show time.

You threw all that shade for no reason.

Huh, whatever.

See? Damn, girl. Mind the trees.

- Be happy she dumped you. - She didn't dump me, all right?

All right.

You're friends with a girl that can't dance for shit.

Whatever.

All right, it's show time.

You ready?

I think so.

Just remember, follow my lead.

Ah!

Hell yeah, Papa. Kill that shit, big boy.

That's how you move, big boy!

Good job, Kevin!

Go, Kevin!

We love you, Kevin! Whoo!

Yes, go, Kevin!

Kevin, Kevin! Kev...

You just jealous.

I see him looking at you.

- Girl, don't be stupid. - He got a pretty smile.

What's up?

Yo, Emmett.

Come here.

The hell is wrong with you, boy?

Those ladies out there shootin' hard at you,

and you mopin' around like your dog just died.

Still got some shit on my mind.

What's got you so twisted up?

It's Tiffany, I...

Boy, you need to find new tune to whistle.

When she came to pick EJ up,

she had a bruise on her cheek.

Uh-huh.

I can't have my son around that.

No, you can't.

Okay, just a few more, Kevin.

- Just a few more. Stay there. - Mom.

Oh, come on. Hush yourself.

Wait. There it is.

Stay, don't move.

Oh, that's so cute.

Hey, come on.

All right, last one. I'm hungry.

- Let's go. - Come on, smile, Kevin.

By the way, Keisha,

you look exceptionally beautiful today.

- Thank you, Papa. - Mm-hmm.

- What are you doing? - Come on, what are you doing?

Oh, hey, hey, call me when you're ready to come home

and I'll come and pick you up.

All right.

Never hit on my sister like that.

- She was lookin' good. - Shut up.

Keisha!

- Ooh. Girl. - You was walking around.

You said take a picture, I took a picture.

You just fightin'.

Hey man, what were you doin'?

Keisha was feelin' me.

My sister?

Hey, man. What can I say?

When you got mad skills, all the ladies in the house

- want some of that. - I thought Jesus was about

being humble and thankful.

- Do I look like Jesus to you? - No, but you're always

- bringing him up and shit. - I aspire.

And don't curse when you say His name.

All I said was "shit."

- What are you doing? - I'm not getting hit

by Jesus' lightning 'cause of you.

We're inside, dummy.

And Jesus is the son of God

and can strike down lightning wherever He wants.

Jesus don't play.

- What's up, fools? - Jake.

Came to bust our balls?

Nah, man. Y'all were great.

So, uh, you comin' back to the school?

I don't know.

What you gonna do?

I guess see what's what.

Look, man, you could always stay with me if you want to.

- Now why would I do that? - I don't know.

Maybe if you wanna run away from your brother?

- He's my blood, Kevin. - All right.

If you get in trouble, that's on you.

Man, fuck you.

Hey, Jake, hold up.

I made this for you.

It's rosewood.

All right, thanks.

You wanna hang, hit my line.

Kev's just worried about you.

Ain't none of his business to worry about.

- I'll check you later. - All right.

- You tried. - Hope he all right.

Ain't nothing we can do now but go to this party

and bust it out.

Thank you.

Sheriff, please bring in Ronald Davis.

Look at the judge.

What are the charges?

First degree murder for the killing

of Charles "Coogie" Johnson.

This motherfucker better not get no bail.

- Shh. - Don't be shushin' me.

- That's my... - Not in my court, ma'am.

Please be quiet.

- Ms. Sabloff? - Ronald Garvey Davis

- is a military veteran. - Employment?

None currently, but in the past,

he's worked in construction

and as a stock clerk.

No bond. Suspect is remanded

to Cook County Jail, pending trial date.

Thank you.

Get out of my fuckin' face!

Stay the fuck away from me.

Stay over there.

Yo, Tiffany. Tiffany!

Tiffany!

Ohh, shit! Fuck.

Tiffany!

It's okay, it's okay. It's okay, man, it's okay.

It's okay. Wait up, wait up, wait up.

- Tiffany! Tiff! - No, fuck you. Fuck you!

Oh, shit! Tiff, Tiff, Tiff, Tiff.

Stop, stop!

Touch me again, I'ma fuckin' kill your ass!

Stop, stop, stop, yo.

The fuck is you doin' here, Emmett?

I was worried. I thought you might need some help.

Do I look like I fuckin' need help, Emmett?

- No, but I was tryin'... - But what?

I told your ass, stay out my fuckin' business.

Yeah, nigga, step the fuck off!

- You shut the fuck up! - Sit, babe... I...

Tired of your shit too.

Come on! Hey, hey, hey... shit! Hey...

- Fuck the both of y'all. - Hey, cool out, man.

Hey, chill...

I'm takin' EJ with me. Y'all call me

when y'all figure this shit out.

- Emmett, wait! - Hey, chill out, man.

- Wait! Don't fuckin' touch me! - Hey, Tiff...

- Hey, Tiff... - Don't fuckin' touch me.

- Hey... - Come on.

Emmett, wait! Emmett, where the fuck

are you going with my kid?

Man, look... relax! Fuckin' chill.

Fuck you lookin' at?

That's what the fuck I thought.

Next, come on through.

You plugged?

What?

With anybody?

- No, man. - Get to the back

of the fuckin' line, then, neutron.

Hey! Back up!

Ahh, Detective Wallace.

Please, let's have a drink.

You got it.

Now, what the fuck happened to you?

- Yeah, wife. - Ah.

I had one like that.

To Trice.

Mm.

And the less you know about that, the better.

Right. Fuck him.

Fuck him.

What's so fuckin' funny?

Well, that's exactly what he said about you.

"Fuck him."

Right before he told me

the rest of the story.

What the fuck you talkin' about?

What the fuck was he doing?

I don't know. He said he was trying

to get home to his lady.

Get the fuck out of here. I got it.

Help.

- That's some bullshit. - No.

No, Trice was telling the truth.

Trust me.

You know, and the bitch of this is

is that I left here so that my boy would be safe.

Didn't want my shit spilling over on him.

He was a good boy.

Was gonna go to school, play ball.

- But now... - It was Trice, not me.

- He shot your boy. - Aha.

Ah! Fuck!

Uh!

Hey.

How is she?

Coogie's room. In a mood.

I saw the way that man looked at you in the courtroom today.

You knew him, didn't you?

- Ma, I... - Don't lie to me, boy.

I just know him from around.

Brandon, please.

I saw... remember that night you came up in here,

talkin' 'bout you got hurt at work.

Ma, I didn't go lookin' for him if that's what you askin' me.

- I didn't do that. - I'm not askin' you nothin'.

I'm just glad nothing happened, baby.

And nothing's gonna happen, Mom.

Hey, don't cry. Look, after we...

After we sell this house,

it's... we can just put all this behind us.

All right?

Uh-uh.

I can't sell, baby.

What?

I can't sell, baby.

I gotta stay.

I gotta go through this trial and see this man

pay for what he done to my baby.

- I'm sorry. - Okay.

We'll be all right.

Who is it?

Detective Cruz, CPD.

How can I help you?

I need to speak with a parent or parents of Kevin Williams.

Kevin's my son. What's happening? What's going on?

I'm sorry to bother you this evening, ma'am,

but, uh, I need to question your son.

About what?

The murder of Charles "Coogie" Johnson.

- Uh... - Killer claims that

your son saw him commit the crime.

If Kevin saw something like that,

he would've told me about it.

And he didn't, so I'm sorry

we can't help you.

Coogie Johnson was 16 years old.

I need your help.

Ah...

It's all taken care of.

He was just at the wrong place at the wrong time, Tracy.

That's all.

I'm sorry.

Hey, you got a cellmate.

Right.

You good with this?

Yeah.

Good. 'Cause it's your case, now.

Tiff freakin' out that I took EJ.

She said she gon' call the cops on me.

Baby, you did the right thing.

How am I supposed to protect him next time?

You gon' have to get custody.

Well, Sonny told me that wasn't gonna be easy.

Yeah, it's damn near impossible.

I don't know how I'm gonna do this one.

You'll figure it out.

Hey, taco. Remember me?

You showed up at the crib, talkin' 'bout

you fucked up and lost my pole.

Yeah, I remember.

I'm here to collect.

Look, if you want money, dog, I could...

Ah hell no. Don't trip on none of that.

We gon' make a whole lot of money.

Yeah, we goin' fuckin' mobile.

Nice truck.

Big Mike, we gone.

Hey, um...

I'ma holla at you.

Man, what's up with you not dancing?

I gotta go handle something.

You need backup?

- No, I got it. - Oh, no.

Man, what do you want?

'Cause I know you don't wanna dance with someone like me.

Look, I messed up, all right?

- Yeah, you did. - I just got caught up

with the whole Andrea thing

and I forgot about your feelings.

You were disrespectful, man.

I know, and I'm sorry.

I-I just didn't want to hurt your feelings.

Can you please forgive me?

Okay. I forgive you.

- For real? - Yeah.

It's the Christian thing to do.

Besides, I don't even like you anymore.

Okay.

Can you put in a word for me with Papa?

Really?

Yeah. I like the way he moves.

- All right. - Ask him if he wants

to come dance with me.

Okay.

- Hey, uh, Papa, uh... - No, no, no, no.

Hey.

You were great.

You too.

You wanna dance?

But I thought...

It's just dancing.

Come on.