All language subtitles for The.Chi.S02E08.WEBRip.x264-ION1

[Brandon]
Previously on The Chi...

You need to run Douda a bag.
Forty-eight hours.

[overlapping shouting]

Put all that shit in the bag
right now, hurry up!

- Man, fuck you.
- Nah, fuck you and Reg.

My brother know what he did.

- Oh, shit.
- Whoa.

Wait! No!

- Ah!
- [fire alarm blares]

Everybody out!
Fire! Fire!

Tell me about this new baby
in your life.

Miss Little, if you brought me
all the way down here

just to say no to my face,

you could've just told me
all that on the phone.

- I did it.
- [grunts softly]

- Did what?
- Quit.

Like you said.

What did Gasca Want?
He always up in people's shit.

No, i-it was nothing.

♪ dramatic music ♪

Suddenly Brandon's got his own
mini Secret Service detail.

Maybe he's selling dope off
the truck for the gang.

Let me talk to Brandon,
see what he tells me.

I think you know
that's a terrible idea.

♪♪♪

What you doing?

Just betting on me.

On us.

♪ Yasiin Bey's
"Twilite Speedball" playing ♪

Have fun y'all.

♪ City breathing
all down your neck ♪

♪ Bad news and good dope,
special effects ♪

♪ And reality's teeth ♪

[pounding on door]

♪ Bright, black,
sinking in deep ♪

♪ Ow, who ain't
shy of the pain? ♪

- [pounding continues]
- Yeah, yeah, coming, coming.

♪ Life is a game,
I heard the homey say ♪

♪ Well, I came to win ♪

Yo.

♪ So I'm not here to play ♪

What do you want?

You didn't return my call.

Were you calling to tell me

that Ronnie Davis
is back in jail?

Then we don't have
nothing to talk about.

I need to get back
to my renovations.

Hey, hey, you need
to listen to me.

You're the subject
of a criminal investigation

involving the 63rd Street Mob.

Excuse me?

You gonna let me in
so I don't have

to talk about this
on the street?

[door closes]

You in.

Now tell me what the fuck
you talking about.

We've been surveilling
your taco truck.

Known members
of the 63rd Street Mob

have been seen
eating there a lot,

paying for their food,
and they've been watching it.

What do you mean
watching it?

As in guarding it.

That's the first
I heard of that.

What the fuck
this got to do with me?

And now you got a new truck
worth $75,000.

It makes me wonder
where you got that money.

- I-I got an investor.
- Who?

If you really must know,

it's Otis Perry,
the pizza dude.

Not that it's any
of your fucking business.

Brandon, if you're selling
dope off the truck,

you need to stop.

So let me get this straight.

You standing here in my face,

after letting the motherfucker
who killed my brother get off,

and now you accusing me
of being a criminal?

I'm not accusing you.
I'm giving you a heads-up.

I'm trying to open
a restaurant.

Why would I be getting
involved in gang shit?

How do you explain everything

that's going on
around your truck?

You can leave now.

Brandon, I'm trying
to help you.

You know how you can help me?

You can make the guy who killed
my brother pay for it.

♪ tense music ♪

♪♪♪

[door closes]

♪♪♪

♪ dramatic hip-hop music ♪

♪♪♪

♪ dramatic music ♪

[Jerrika] Brandon, come here!

♪♪♪

[Brandon] Hey, what's up?
What are you doing?

What do you think
about these plates?

They white.

But do they bring you joy?

What?

It's a decluttering technique.

You're supposed to put
all your stuff in piles,

and then you hold each item,

ask yourself whether
it brings you joy.

Babe, is this what
you about to be doing

with the rest of your days
now that you a free woman?

Because if so,
I'm a little scared.

I'm batting around
a few ideas.

I just can't get that lady
Patrice I told you about

out of my mind.

Babe, you just got to relax.

It's a little hard to relax

when you don't know
what you're doing

with the rest of your life.

Well, you don't have
to figure it out today.

Why don't you just,
I don't know, watch TV?

Go to brunch with your girls?
Get a mani-pedi?

Whatever you do, don't stress.

I got you.

It's all gonna work out.

Easy for you to say.
You have a life.

[chuckles]

Where you going?

I got a meeting
with Otis Perry.

About what?

Business.
Nothing special.

Try to have a good day.
And remember, relax.

Mm. Hmm.

- Breathe. Love you.
- [laughs] Love you.

[door opens, closes]

[overlapping chatter]

Shh. Shh, shh.

I can tell everyone's excited

for our long-awaited trip
to the Shedd Aquarium.

I don't want to temper
your enthusiasm,

but I'm gonna need you guys
to settle down

while I get a headcount.

You know it's your fault

we going on this
stupid-ass field trip, right?

Would you rather stay in class

and learn about
the Revolutionary War?

I thought not.

This trip is gonna
broaden our horizons,

take Jake's ass to new places,

since he never been downtown.

What?
How is that possible?

[Gasca] Okay, we're good.

Now we'll be splitting you
up into groups.

Each group will have
a chaperone.

Listen to your chaperone.

And lastly, some of you know
that our sister school,

Chicago North Side Academy,
will be joining us.

So no misbehaving.
Don't break anything.

And represent Hopkins
with pride.

Bottom line, folks,
don't embarrass me.

All right?
Buses are waiting.

Don't forget to use
the restroom on your way out.

Once we are on the road,
we will not be stopping.

[door opens]

Mr. Williams,
can I have a second?

Chicago North Side Academy
is the school

I was telling you about.

Has your mother been able
to look over

that brochure I gave you?

I don't know.
She been kind of busy.

Well, let her know
that I'm available

if she has any questions.

Yeah, I'll tell her.

[Douda] What else
did this detective say?

Did you tell him anything
about our partnership?

Yeah.

[Brandon] He asked,
so I told him.

I wish you hadn't done that.

You are not that dumb, Brandon.

The people who are
guarding your truck...

they work for me.

J.B., Reg,
two employees I sent you,

we're all a part
of The Company.

But Reg is 63rd Street Mob.

♪ tense music ♪

So you're 63rd--

I'm a businessman, Brandon.

And a good businessman
has his hands in a few pots.

And we made it our business
to make sure

that The Company evolves
over the years.

We're not just
street niggas no more,

standing on a corner
slinging crack.

♪♪♪

Respectfully, Mr. Perry,

this ain't what
I signed up for.

I ain't never been
about no illegal shit.

What are you
telling me, Brandon?

Hmm?

You don't want my money?

Exactly.

♪♪♪

Okay.
Okay, that's fine.

♪♪♪

Just make sure you pay me back
for the cost of the new truck--

75,000.

And the 50 Gs
I put in your account.

- Plus 20 percent interest.
- Twenty percent?

Yeah, that's the time value
of my money.

You don't think that I should
lose money on you, now, do you?

Or we can continue
to pursue your dream.

I was envisioning...

♪♪♪

...a brick-and-mortar
restaurant in the West Loop.

Perhaps across the street

from the restaurant
where you used to work.

What was that called?
Uh, Trestle?

Might be kind of nice
to give your old boss

the middle finger.

I'm assuming
that you don't, uh, intend

on selling tacos
from a fucking truck

in the middle of February.

Do you?

[chuckles]

It's your choice, Brandon.

Oh, but, uh...

♪♪♪

...you can't fuck
with my money.

♪♪♪

Yo, man, what the fuck
you doing?

What you think I'm doing?

Okay, well, um, you coming
to the aquarium?

Of course I'm coming.

I'm about to sell
these dub sacks.

I'm fittin' to make a killing
of them North Side rich kids.

- How much a dub go for?
- Usually 20.

But I think I can
hit them up for 30.

[toilet flushes]

Nigga, what I look like?

I ain't fittin' to touch
your dick dollars.

Ain't even
wash your hands.

What the hell?

[sighs]

- Anyway, this is pure THC.
- [door opens, closes]

It'll knock you off your ass.

These rich white kids
be traveling from everywhere

to get it from Reg, so I figure
why not bring it to them?

- [Gasca] Let's go! Let's go!
- Shit. Get down.

[Gasca] The buses
are ready to leave now.

- Put it in your pocket.
- Fuck, no.

- Put it in your bag.
- Hell, nah.

[door opens]

Gentlemen, what are you doing?

[both] Nothing.

Okay, then let's go.
Get on the bus.

[Jake] Come on, Kev.

♪ smooth music ♪

♪♪♪

[Ronnie]
I picked the safari one

'cause Jason loved
The Lion King.

- [chuckles]
- [Jordan coos]

And I had a stuffed lion
just like this

when I was a kid.
[chuckles]

Took that thing
with me everywhere.

And now you have one
just like it.

[chuckles]

[squeals happily]

You really didn't have
to buy all this, Ronnie.

It's a lot.

What are you talking about?

This here my granddaughter.

Ain't enough gifts
in the world for her.

So how's the job search going?

There's not a lot out there.

Thought about nursing?

Not really.

I mean, it's interesting, but--

'Cause I asked my friend Jada
to talk to you about it.

[Jordan fusses]

Um...okay.

I don't really know if I'm
into it like that, just--

Classes at the community
college start up next month.

And I read there's
a shortage of nurses right now

in the country.

They make good money.

You'd be really good at it.

- Okay.
- [Jordan fusses]

I guess I could look into it.

I'll do it for you.

I can pick up the brochure
from the college.

[mouths word]

[chuckles]

God, she's growing so fast.

Hey, do you mind
if I take her

to meet my grandma tomorrow?

She'd love to meet her.

Um, I don't know, Ronnie.

Now, don't tell me
you couldn't use a break.

I mean...

I could get some laundry
done around here.

She'll be totally
safe with me.

♪ dramatic music ♪

There.

Okay, but only
for a couple hours.

Do you hear that, Jordan?

You're gonna meet
your great-gran, Miss Ethel.

- [fusses]
- Oh, come on.

[chuckles]

[indistinct chatter]

♪ tense music ♪

♪♪♪

[man] Let 'em know
ETA five out.

[Reg] Ambulance mean
cops showing up.

What the hell going on?

They just found Peaches
in the hallway OD'd.

Paramedics had to hit her
with that Narcan pen.

Are you fucking kidding me?

They taking her
to St. Bernard.

[siren blares]

Who the fuck sold to Peaches?

I don't know.

But these niggas
know the drill.

♪♪♪

Fire up the G-Wagon.

I'm gonna head up St. Bernard.

Got you.

♪♪♪

You got a problem.

The Obama clone?
He's a rube.

Maybe, but so was Obama
when he lost to Bobby Rush.

Then that rube
became president.

- I'm not worried.
- You should be.

He's young, charismatic,

and he's hitting you
where you're vulnerable.

Old-school politics
versus new,

passion and principle
versus cronyism and corruption.

Everyone knows
you're dirty, Alderman.

I know it personally,

and he's gonna
bury you with it.

He's five points behind.

He's within the margin
of error.

Why are you here, Jerrika?

You have a constituent,
Patrice Jenkins.

She got pushed out of her
Section Eight apartment

by Mrs. Brown's
condo development.

So why aren't you talking
to Mrs. Brown about that?

Because I just like you better.

[chuckles]

You're gonna give Patrice

a low-income unit
somewhere else.

I got a line around
the block for those units.

Why would I jump your friend
to the front?

Because if you don't,
I'll call the Tribune

and tell them how
you extorted $50,000

from me and Mrs. Brown.

You wouldn't shoot yourself
or Mrs. Brown

in the foot like that.

I actually don't work
for her anymore.

A nice photo-op with Patrice

will help you push back
against Nelson.

Plus, I know you have your eye
on running for mayor soon.

You could be the next
Harold Washington.

[chuckles]

You're a fast learner, Jerrika.

What was it that you told me?

Politics is a dirty business.

I'll make sure your office
can get in touch with Patrice.

[Sonny] Hey, Pyro Pete!

Your fire-happy ass burn down
any other buildings lately?

I don't believe this.

Boy, don't be getting
soft on me.

Sonny, man, how you doing?
It's good to see you.

I'm a little slow,
but good otherwise.

Look, before you say anything,

I just want to say
I'm really, really sorry

for what happened
to the restaurant.

I got a little money to help
you with the deductible.

It's not a lot,
but it's something.

Boy, I ain't about
to take nothing from you.

You got enough mouths
to feed as it is.

I didn't ask you here
about no money.

Well, then why am I here?

Two reasons.

First was to thank you.

You saved my life.

No, I-I can't let you thank me.

I-I-I burned down
your restaurant.

The second is to tell you

the insurance money
was actually good.

So good that if I'm careful
rebuilding this location,

I can open another one.

Yo, that's great.

So Sonny's gonna be a chain.

Two restaurants
ain't no chain, boy.

And since my daughter's
making me cut back on my hours,

I'll need a manager.

So you want a job?

Manager? You mean, like,
run the kitchens?

Hell, no.

Ain't nobody putting your ass
near a damn oven again.

[chuckles]

You keep the supplies ordered,

deal with the vendors,
and do that social-media stuff.

I lost a lot of customers
when I was away,

and I know you're good at it

'cause what you did
for Brandon.

Always got your face
in that damn phone of yours.

[scoffs]
Wow, I--

I can't believe this.

It's a yearly salary,
not hourly.

- With benefits.
- Benefits?

Your problems
in the kitchen aside,

you a good worker.

So you interested?

I'll, uh, have to think
about that.

You got kids, you got bills.
What's there to think about?

[hammering and drilling]

Oh, you trying to negotiate.

Okay, we can do that.

Yeah. [chuckles]
Think about it.

Talk it over
with your financial team.

[chuckles]

[hammering and drilling
continue]

[Kevin] How come you never
been downtown?

Man, I don't know.

I guess nobody
ever took me before.

What you mean "took me"?

You can take
the 3 King Drive bus

straight up and down
Michigan Avenue.

Stop riding him, Kev.

Let the man enjoy
his new surroundings.

- [child shouts happily]
- [girl] This is so exciting.

[indistinct chatter]

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

- Yo, is that the ocean?
- [boy] Come on, hurry up!

Oh, my Lord, the man
doesn't know the difference

between a lake and an ocean.

We in trouble.

Nah, it's Lake Michigan.
Nice, right?

Yeah.
It's beautiful.

[bus approaching]

♪ You krillin' in yo hood,
krillin' in yo hood ♪

♪ Krillin' in yo hood,
krillin' in yo hood ♪

What the fuck?
Look at they bus.

♪ Sir Michael Rocks'
"Krillin' in Yo Hood" ♪

♪♪♪

Exactly how much candy
did they sell?

Yo, who won
y'all fund-raiser?

What fund-raiser?

[indistinct chatter]

Ain't that some shit?

We really are the broke-ass
public-school kids.

[Gasca] All right,
everyone, let's go!

Aquarium is that way.

Mr. Williams, you forgot
your backpack on the bus.

Oh, uh, I thought
I could leave it.

Nope, got to take
everything with you.

I'm not bringing
that shit inside.

That's why I left it
on the bus.

- Put it in your bag.
- How the fuck can we do that

right now
without getting caught?

I don't know. You were the one
that wanted to bring it.

Just keep it.
I'll get it later.

Man, fuck.

♪ Yo, you krillin'
in yo hood ♪

♪ Krillin' in yo hood,
krillin' in yo hood ♪

♪ Krillin' in yo hood,
krillin' in yo hood ♪

♪ And I wish a nigga would,
like would, like yo ♪

♪♪♪

[indistinct chatter]

Five hundred and twenty-three
candy bars later,

I finally made it.

[Gasca] All right, listen up!

Miss Collins and I have
assigned you each to a group,

half Hopkins, half North Side.

Now, remember, the goal
is to get to know each other.

Stanley, Jake, Lauren,

Demarcus, Elizabeth,
Robert, Mercedes,

group A.

Kevin, Malcolm, Melanie,

Monique, Donte, Fiona,

William, and Alison,

group B.

Mr. Gasca, why are you
splitting us up?

Yeah, why?
That's not fair.

Go to your group,
Jake and Papa.

You boys will survive
a day without each other.

Kevin, you're with group B,
with Malcolm.

Malcolm?

Kevin Williams, I'd like
you to meet Malcolm Whitman.

He used to be one
of my students at Hopkins.

Now he buses up to
Chicago North Side Academy

from the South Side.

Doesn't live too far
from you, actually.

I was thinking it might be cool

if you guys
spent the day together,

got to know each other
a little bit.

You can ask him
about his experiences.

- Sound good?
- No.

I already got friends.

Ah, you can make new ones.

[indistinct chatter]

- What's up?
- Hi.

♪ smooth music ♪

♪♪♪

Unless you plan
on robbing a bank,

you need to tell your woman
to borrow the cash

from that fat cat daddy of hers

and pay that crazy
motherfucker, Douda,

who I told you was crazy,
every penny of his money.

He not fucking around
with you, boy.

I can't do that.

'Cause doing that means I got
to tell Jerrika everything,

and she was the one who
warned me not to get involved

with him in the first place.

And me.

Hardheaded ass.

Well, if you don't tell her,

she gonna find
that shit out eventually.

You know how women are with
their spidey senses and shit.

They can actually smell a crime
before the shit happens.

They...[sniffs] ...just smell
that shit, you know?

Is that what happened
to your lip?

I told you what happened
to my lip, okay?

It's just--like,
it's a reaction.

That shit just blew up like
that like a fucking life raft.

I was eating some falafel,
and that shit just did that,

but, nigga,
fuck all that, okay?

All I'm saying is that
last time you lied to her,

she broke up with your ass.

Can y'all just help me

figure out
some sort of solution?

You need to sell that new truck

and get what you can
for the other one.

I'm not selling
my food truck.

I might sell the new one.

I might bring this
engagement ring back,

but I'm not selling
my damn food truck.

Even if you sold both trucks
and took the ring back,

i-it's still not enough.

♪ funky music ♪

Okay, I got it.

What?

They got these late-night
commercials where people

can sell their livers
and kidneys and shit, right?

You need to take your ass
down there and sign up.

Man, what?

[Hannibal] Wait, wait,
wait, hold on, B.

Greavy's got something
right now.

I-I mean, he's--
no, he's definitely on

some "sunken place" type shit.

What I'm saying is
that I see where he's going.

He's saying that you
got to liquidate.

You feel me?
Like, what do you have

attached to your name right now
that's worth some money?

♪♪♪

We sitting in it--
this house.

Oh, shit, now you tripping.

You want another busted lip?

Greavy, we did already talk
about selling the house,

and we renovating it.

[Hannibal] Flipping
this house can definitely

get this man
exactly what he needs

to get this Douda cat
off his ass.

♪♪♪

Man, damn.

♪♪♪

Hand me another fucking beer.

♪ hip-hop music ♪

♪ Why we only ever
wanna turn up? ♪

♪ I always wanna turn up ♪

♪ Cop a big smoke
so I can burn up ♪

♪ A couple years in
I ain't learned none ♪

♪ I just want a Ferrari,
watch it burn out ♪

You know sharks
never stop moving?

Yeah, I know.

I've been here before.

A hundred times before.

[girl] Is that a hammerhead?

[Malcolm] Did you know
you can measure a shark's age

by counting the rings
on his vertebrae?

And they don't really
like the taste of humans,

so even if they do bite you,

they'll usually let you go
right away.

Anyways, this is the only
part of the aquarium I like.

The rest of it's
pretty fucking weak.

Yeah, that's what
I've been saying.

The first time it's straight,
but how many times

you supposed to be excited to
watch the Aquatic Presentation?

Right? Only time I want to
see dolphins and whales

is if they fighting sharks.

Exactly.

[Kevin] You know what my
favorite part about sharks is?

Seven rows of teeth.
That'd be dope.

I would never go
to the dentist.

Lose a tooth, who cares?

Mine is probably the fact
that they can smell

one drop of blood
in millions of drops of water.

Wow.
For real?

Yep, either that or the fact
that they don't have any bones.

How you know so much
about sharks?

It automatically syncs up
with the exhibits.

Huh, cool.

My school gives them
to the students for free.

Damn.
That's what's up.

♪ Every time I wake up,
all I think... ♪

[Kevin] So, if you could be
any shark, what would it be?

That's easy.
I would be a great white.

That way,
nobody would fuck with me.

Huh.

What's going on?
Huh.

[Stunt Taylor's "Flee Amigo"
playing on cell phone]

[all] Go, Jake.
Go, Jake. Go, Jake.

Oh, that's Jake.
He one of my best friends.

Cool.

[all] Go, Jake.
Go, Jake.

♪ I be flee as shit,
I be flee as shit ♪

♪ No tricking shit,
Patron get me gone ♪

♪ That Rémy get 'em on ♪

♪ I got red bottoms on ♪

♪ Now yo bitch wanna bone ♪

♪ Flee as shit, flee as shit,
I got bad hos on my dick ♪

♪ I be riding foreign whips ♪

♪ And I ain't tricking
on no bitch ♪

♪ I'm flee as shit,
flee as shit ♪

♪ I got bad hos on my dick ♪

Everyone, Soul Train is over.

- [music stops]
- Lunchtime.

Hopkins students,
I have your lunches over here.

I guess that's all
y'all get for now.

Hey, you want to go get
something to eat?

Oh, um, my school's
not eating in the café here.

We brown-bagging it.

That's okay, I got you.

For real?

Yeah, let's go.

Let me guess,
your school paying for it?

♪ Yo, Mike, what it is, yo? ♪

♪ So I get a little,
grinding daily ♪

♪ 'cause I can't get a nine
to five, so I grind my ride ♪

[music stops]

[dog barking in the distance,
indistinct chatter]

What it do, boss?

She gonna be all right
this time.

Need to get her ass
in rehab.

Man, I feel your pain,

but you've been doing
your best to help her, though.

You sure it was him,
and that's how it went down?

[hip-hop music blaring
from car stereo]

You sure you don't want
to take this inside?

No, I want they ass to know

just how much
I don't give a fuck.

[distant train horn blows]

Because the only thing

I hate more than someone
fucking with my money

is repeating
my motherfucking self.

Because if I have
to repeat myself,

that mean y'all
ain't listening.

And if y'all are not
listening to me,

that mean y'all
don't respect me.

♪ tense music ♪

♪♪♪

And that's a fucking problem.

♪♪♪

[groans]

Now, you see this
is what happens

when you let a dope fiend
suck your dick

and all common sense
goes out the fucking window.

- Ah!
- Get your bitch ass up.

For the last fucking time,

don't sell Peaches
a motherfucking thing, ever!

♪♪♪

Somebody get this nigga
some cocoa butter.

♪♪♪

Yo, you see that beluga whale?

The one with
the goofy forehead?

You hear she fittin'
to have a baby?

What?

Jake, Papa, meet Malcolm.

- [Jake] What's up?
- [Papa] What's up?

Hey.

Spaghetti.
Garlic bread.

Where you get all that?

Malcolm got it for me.

And we stuck with
bologna sandwiches?

[indistinct chatter]

- [man] Sure. Nice. Thank you.
- [camera shutter clicking]

[Bonner] The building's
located in Armour Square,

and the unit should be ready to
be moved into in a few weeks.

I don't know how to thank you.

Believe me,
letting the Tribune do a story

is thanks enough
for the Alderman.

Yes, the story's
gonna be great,

but your support
and vote mean more.

[man] One more with
the two of you together.

That's great.
All right.

[camera shutter clicking]

[knocks softly]

Alderman, you have
a two o'clock.

Oh, duty calls, ladies.

- Thanks, Alderman.
- [telephone rings]

How did you get him
to agree to this?

[chuckles] I just made
your problem his problem.

- He owes me.
- Well, thank you.

- You're welcome.
- No, really.

I was pretty harsh on you
when we first met.

I was feeling pretty
beaten down then.

- I'm sorry.
- Don't be sorry.

It might sound weird,
but you helped me in a way.

And this is just
a drop in the bucket.

I actually wish
I could do more.

Well, maybe you can.

There's a lot of people
in my position.

I know you can't get them
all apartments,

but maybe you could at least
meet with some of them.

[Ethel] Well, hello, there.

You just as cute
as a little button, ain't you?

Can we keep that baby?

Miss Ethel has not fussed
one bit since she's been here.

[Ronnie] I know.

If I knew a baby
was a magic charm,

I would've made a point to have
one a long time ago.

[laughs] I was watching you
with her earlier.

You're good with kids.

I'm hoping Shanté will let me
spend a lot of time with her.

I'm sure she will.

She got to be really grateful
for all your help.

Raising a child
with no father around,

it's always tough.

Well, I guess all
the single mothers

are getting a break today.

You ready for
a little seafood tonight?

- Mm.
- I made a reservation

for 8:30
at Joe's on Grand.

I am.
Mm, downtown.

Fancy.

Come here.

♪ smooth music ♪

I'm looking forward
to tonight.

Mmm.

Me too.

♪♪♪

Um, I better get going.

Give myself time
to put myself together.

♪♪♪

[door closes]

- Babe.
- Hmm?

I thought we agreed
you were gonna relax.

No more decluttering.

I'm prepping for a community
meeting here tonight

for low-income residents
who are looking for housing.

Hmm, I guess that's better than
you changing all the plates.

Oh, uh, I looked
into comps on houses

in your mom's neighborhood.

They're pricing around 175.

[sighs] Thousand?

Mm-hmm.

That's great!

Well...

- Well, what?
- I took an extra step

and talked to my friend
who works at a title company.

She ran the title.

Your mom took out a second
mortgage a few years back

when the rates were
really low.

So what does that mean?

Between the first
and the second mortgages,

you'll probably only net 20K.

Fuck.

Why are you even talking
about selling the house anyway?

Isn't Greavy
still living there?

Where's he gonna go
if you sell it?

[sighs]

Mr. Perry's been talking
to me about expanding--

opening an actual restaurant.

Wow, B, that's huge.

Yeah, he wants to front
the whole thing,

but if I let him do that,
then he gonna control it.

Hmm.

And I want to be
an equally vested partner.

Equally vested partner?

Look at you,
sounding like a boss.

That's a gutsy move, babe.

I got to do something,

build off the momentum
from the food truck.

Look down the board a couple
of moves for our future.

"Our future"?

Yeah, I mean...

I just got to think ahead

instead of burying myself
in more trouble.

What's wrong, babe?

Hmm?

Nothing.

Nothing's wrong.

- Are you sure?
- Yes, absolutely.

Hmm.

[chuckling]
W-what?

I don't know.
It just...

feels like you're
hiding something.

Call it a woman's intuition.

Well, your intuition is wrong.

Okay.

♪ tense music ♪

♪♪♪

[sighs]

[Kevin] You got a PS4?

[Malcolm] Why, you trying
to get smoked in some 2K?

Yeah, yeah,
what's your handle?

[indistinct chatter]

Bet.
So how is North Side?

It's all right.
It's school.

Yeah. What time you got to get
up in the morning to be there?

I ain't even gonna lie--
early.

How early is early?

"It's dark outside" early.

Dang, that's messed up.

For real, for real, though.

The teachers are really nice,

and the students are--

You know, you just got to be
okay with being the black kid

and people seeing you as
the poor kid from the ghetto.

And you probably won't have
any friends but me, of course.

[Papa] So you're telling me
you ain't never had

a fund-raiser
for nothing, ever?

That don't make no sense.

Dude, so we're having
a party next week,

and you got to come.

My dad's getting Kanye's DJ.

- Where is it?
- My place. Lincoln Park.

Uh, I don't really know.

I don't really go
to the North Side.

Oh, come on, you have to.

You have to show us
some more moves.

All right,
I'll try and come.

Yeah, I'll holler
at you later.

Cool, I'll come over sometimes.

[chatter continues]

The lease says they
can evict you for alcohol use

that threatens the health
or safety of others.

Now, how does
my husband getting tipsy

on his birthday one night

and tripping over
the front stoop do that?

Hmm. CHC evicted me
for letting my boyfriend

crash with me when his job
put him on night shift.

And that's also supposedly
a violation of the lease?

He was there two weeks,

just trying to clock
some overtime.

He was even gone
by the time CHC

filed the complaint
against me.

- [all] Hmm.
- [Jerrika] I've heard rumors

about unjust CHC evictions.

Helen, tell her
what happened to you.

They put me out after
they arrested my grandson

for selling marijuana.

Now, the charges
were dismissed,

but the arrest was enough
for the CHC.

I've lived in that apartment
for over 30 years,

and they put me on the street
within three months.

[indistinct grumblings]

[woman] Mm-mm.

I mean, I know they're
redeveloping buildings

and selling
to private developers,

but they're not supposed
to evict people to do that.

[Patrice] And they have to pay
to relocate all the tenants--

Unless they've
already been evicted.

- Mm-hmm.
- This is messed up.

We need to stop this.

You have any great ideas,
we all ears.

Well, uh, what about
an exposé in the paper?

I have a friend
at the Tribune.

Helen and I were profiled
last year.

- [Helen] Yes.
- What about protests?

We could spread the word,

get people to march
outside CHC.

We did that.
I'm still going to court

for an arrest I got
for picketing.

Protests didn't even
make the news.

Mm-mm.

A class-action lawsuit.

We get a bunch of people
who've been evicted--

We met with Legal Aid
last year.

They tried to file a lawsuit,

but they couldn't
certify a class.

[woman] Mm-mm.

I see you guys have been
around the block on this.

- [Vanessa] Mm-hmm.
- [woman] Oh, yeah.

Wait, are you a lawyer?

Can you come up
with a case?

I went to law school,

but I haven't taken the bar.

- [woman sighs]
- Well, this was nice.

- [woman] Yeah.
- [woman sighs]

- Mm, back to square one.
- Oh.

[sighs]

♪ gentle music ♪

♪♪♪

[tablet clicking]

♪♪♪

♪ Valee's "Womp Womp" ♪

♪♪♪

- [woman] Cassio.
- [man] Hey.

♪ Womp, womp, womp-womp,
she give me what I wanna ♪

♪ Ball so hard,
need a warm-up ♪

♪ I bagged her
at the Walmart, yeah ♪

[knocking on door]

♪ I beat the pussy, drummer ♪

♪ I roll up
no more drama, yeah ♪

- [Brandon] Yo!
- [knocking on door]

♪ Ball so hard,
need a warm-up ♪

♪ I bagged her
at the Walmart, yeah ♪

♪ Big-timer stunner,
I'm out here on the come-up ♪

Bro, what the fuck
you want, bro?

I need to come in.

♪♪♪

[door closes]

So I'm assuming you heard

that I met with Mr. Perry.

Welcome to the team.

I ain't on nobody's team.

Then why the fuck you here?

'Cause I wanna know what
the fuck Otis Perry is doing.

You mean Douda.

Mr. Perry is your investor.

Douda is the motherfucker
that got you

banging on my door
like you the fucking police.

Mr. Perry, Douda,
whatever, man.

Why is he investing
in my business?

My dude, didn't you grow up
on 63rd and Yates just like me?

So?

Then why you care
why he giving you money?

Don't run from this shit,
lean into it.

It's way too much pressure

on niggas trying to be good
these days, trust me.

Being the bad guy
is way less stressful.

- You got a girl, don't you?
- Yeah.

And you broke as shit,
ain't you?

I can handle my own.

But can you handle hers, too?

How long you think she gonna
stay with your broke ass?

You know it's a shelf life
on the struggle

with these bitches.

You need to roll with Douda

and get your best life, playa.

♪♪♪

Ain't like you got a choice.

If this cat don't care
about killing

a white woman
in broad daylight,

he'd care even less
about killing your black ass.

Wait, wait,
what white woman?

[chuckles] Do I look like
eyewitness news?

Read the fucking paper.

♪ Old-school look undone ♪

♪ But you still
wanna buy one ♪

♪ Bitch look like
Wonder Woman, high fashion-- ♪

[doorbell ringing,
knocking at door]

[knocking continues]

[Ethel] Ronnie,
what's going on?

I got it, Grandma!

[knocking continues,
Jordan cries]

Where have you been
with my daughter?

You were supposed to bring her
back two hours ago!

Shanté, I must have misheard.
I thought we said five o'clock.

No, we didn't, Ronnie.
We said three.

And I've been calling
your phone off the hook.

I'm really sorry.
I-I forgot.

My grandma turns the ringer off
when she's taking a nap.

Fine, just give me
her diaper bag so I can go.

It's right here.

I got you
the nursing class schedule.

I'm gonna put the brochure

right here in the bag
for you, just--

- Stop it, Ronnie.
- What?

Look, I know you loved Jason,
and I know you mean well,

but you're not even
Jordan's real grandfather.

She has one already.

Come on.

Okay, um, look,
we'll just, uh...

I'll come by in a few days.

No, Ronnie, don't.

We're fine.

Just give us some space.

[door opens, closes]

Where's the baby?
What happened?

You turned off the damn ringer
is what happened!

And now you just ran off
my granddaughter!

[door slams]

Which one?
Red or black?

I told you, I ain't picking
till you tell me

who you going out
on a date with.

And it best not be
no Tinder date either.

Mamas ain't got no business
dating online.

[soul music playing faintly
over speakers]

What?

Nothing.

It's just good to see you
enjoying my cooking.

You saying you miss me?

Visiting, yes.

Living with you, nah.

♪♪♪

So how's work?

I got a job offer.

- That's great. Where?
- Sonny's.

He offered me
a managerial position.

You know,
it's like a real job--

good pay, benefits.

But?

I don't know, Ma.

I don't want
to just be the guy

who works at the chicken joint
his whole life.

It feels small.

Honey, you're gonna
have to start somewhere.

You don't have
a high-school diploma.

You don't think I know that?
But I got kids.

I got to work.

Would you listen to me?

Listen!

What I'm trying to tell you

is you can't expect
to start at the top.

That's not reality.

But wherever you do start,

you'll rise up quickly.

You a natural-born salesman,
Emmett.

Thanks, Mom.

You're welcome.

Now, which one?

♪♪♪

♪ There's no place, no place,
no place I'd rather be ♪

[sighs]

Ronnie.

I'm going out with Ronnie.

Hold on.

Ronnie who killed
Brandon's brother, Coogie?

No, no, no.
You can't go out with him.

Hell, no.
I forbid you!

[sighs]

Emmett, I had the same
exact reservations,

but there's more to him,

and he's trying, so...

let's see what happens.

Well, at least let me get
a key to your place, then.

I ain't trying
to move back in,

but if you're
gonna be dating,

I just want to be able
to check on you.

Fine.

I'll get you a key.

♪♪♪

[sighs]
Red dress with the black heels.

They cute, and they won't
hurt your feet.

♪♪♪

And-and you better
not sleep with him.

Mm-mm.

[chuckles]

♪ tense music ♪

♪♪♪

Hold up!

What's your name,
you little badass?

Jason.

[Tracy] Really, Ronnie?
Three waffles?

[high-pitched ringing]

[Ronnie] Keep working
on your left hand.

You call me "sir"!

[Ronnie] Don't you put
your hands on my son!

You're hurting me!
You ain't my daddy!

[hyperventilating]

You can't put your hands
on my child like that.

Let's not make a big deal
out of this.

- You're not yourself.
- Protect him, that's all.

I'm trying, Trace.
I swear to God, I am!

[high-pitched ringing]

[voices swirling]

That's what you should've done.

[Shanté, echoing] You are not
Jordan's real grandfather.

She has one already.

[Ronnie]
Where'd you get that chain?

I gave my boy that chain.

- It's my chain.
- Take the fucking chain!

- Then take the chain, man!
- [gunshot]

♪♪♪

[groans, breathing heavily]

♪♪♪

Shit.

♪♪♪

♪ You've got to take
the first step ♪

♪♪♪

♪ To reach the... ♪

Amazing.

I got one question, though.

How the hell you get
Mr. Belvedere here serving

and a spread like this

and not have no Red Rooster
Hot Sauce on the table?

[chuckles]

I appreciate you making time
to break bread with me.

Well, I appreciate
the invitation.

Let's not ignore the pink-ass
elephant in the room, though.

Your man Reg hit one of our
stash spots for a grip of cash.

Took us a minute
to figure it out,

but the facts
are fucking irrefutable.

I'd prefer to settle this like
gentlemen and offer terms

before shit gets out of hand.

I don't want a war.

Neither do I.

And I hope me having you
in my home

shows you how serious I am
about making peace.

You now know
where I lay my head.

Still...

that young blood
has to be taught a lesson.

♪♪♪

Let me pay you back
what you lost.

You can decide the interest.

This ain't about money.

It's about respect.

Doing what you got to do
to protect your own--

family.

You give us your man Reg,
we square.

It's the principle
of the matter.

I-I hear you,
but what I'm trying to say--

Don't tell me Douda's
getting soft in his old age.

♪♪♪

He's raising
his little brother alone.

Touching.
Not my motherfucking problem.

You have our terms.

They are beyond generous.

Inaction on your part...

You know how this go, right?

♪ The day you realize ♪

♪ There's nothing
to stop you ♪

Thanks for the meal, man.

♪♪♪

[elevator bell dings]

♪ This is where
the road begins ♪

♪ tense music ♪

♪♪♪

[doorbell chimes]

[child crying]

- That it?
- Yeah.

- Okay.
- [child wailing]

♪♪♪

[wailing continues]

Give me a whiskey.

One of those minis.

Two, actually.

♪♪♪

[child continues wailing]

[doorbell chimes]

♪♪♪

[car horn blares]

♪♪♪

[bottles clatter]

♪♪♪

[doorbell chimes]

[child cries]

[glass shatters]

[crying continues]

♪ tense music ♪

♪ Well, well ♪

♪ Well, oh ♪

♪ Yes, oh, yes ♪

♪ They tell me ♪

♪ Oh, they tell me of ♪

♪ Oh, yes ♪

♪ Well, well ♪

♪ No storm ♪

♪ Where no storm ♪

♪ Clouds ♪

[engine revs, horn blares]

Hey, watch where
you're going, asshole!

Get the fuck out of the road,
drunk-ass nigga!

♪ Whoa ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa ♪

♪ Whoa, they tell me ♪

[car door opens]

♪♪♪

♪ Of an un ♪

♪ Of an unclouded day ♪

♪♪♪

You hear someone got killed
by a great white

in Massachusetts
last week?

We're not at the aquarium.

No sharks today, man.

All right?
I had enough.

Okay, what do you
want to talk about, then?

I don't know.
Music.

I like Valee.

Yeah, he-he dope.

I saw him
at the House of Blues.

For real?

How'd you get tickets?

A kid at school.
His dad owns Ticketmaster.

Hmm. No shit.

[clicks tongue] Damn.

- Want to play another one?
- Okay.

Oh, uh, sorry.
That ain't mine.

[scoffs] Don't worry.
I'm not tripping.

North Side Academy's
full of drugs.

How much you want for it?

Well, uh, like I said,
it-it's my friend's.

I got to give 'em back.

But he said it's pure THC.

It's worth 30 bucks.

That's it?

I can get 45 for THC
at my school.

I could sell it
by lunchtime tomorrow.

For real?

Definitely.
Can you get more of it?

I don't think getting more
of it's gonna be a problem.

[pounding on door]

[Ronnie] Jada!

Coming.

[pounding on door]

Hey, Jada.

What took you so long
to open the door?

Ronnie, are you okay?

I'm fine.

I'm ready for our date.

Well, let me get my purse.

[objects clatter]

Ronnie, are you drunk?

Me? Nah.

Damn, Jada.

You look fine as hell.

Why don't we stay in
and just get right to it?

What, are-are you crazy?
You are drunk.

Get the fuck out--get
the fuck out of here, Ronnie!

You know you want to give me
some of that pussy.

Get the fuck
out of my fucking house

before I call the cops on you!

Get the fuck out!

Come on, Jada,
let's get dinner.

♪ somber music ♪

[Jada crying]

♪♪♪

♪ Embers ♪

♪ Falling from
the incense burning ♪

♪ Timbers ♪

♪ Caught up in
a deep thought yearning ♪

♪ For answers ♪

♪ I never get,
I can't forget ♪

♪ I often sweat when haunted
nightly by regret like ♪

It's nine o'clock at night.

Why are you texting me
to meet you out here?

I knew you were
up to something.

Are you gonna tell me why
you've been acting so weird?

Maybe.

[inhales deeply]

♪♪♪

I wanted you to come out here
because it was you.

You were the first
to believe in me,

to invest in me.

Jerrika, you've been with me
through thick and thin...

through everything.

And I am not perfect.

[chuckles]

And I want to give you
the best life I can

the best way I know how.

♪♪♪

I don't want to kneel 'cause
I want to be standing for this.

♪♪♪

I want to stand...

to show you that...

I'm committed to being
the man that you want me to be.

♪♪♪

Jerrika Little...

♪ Afraid of all your fears ♪

Will you marry me?

Yes!
[laughs]

♪ Than over your shoulder,
I'm here ♪

- I love you.
- I love you.

♪ Afraid
of all your fears... ♪

- [both laugh]
- Let's get this on.

Ah.

♪ I've been waiting on... ♪

I knew you were hiding
something from me!

♪ I finally realized
that I'm here ♪

♪ I finally realized
that I'm here ♪

♪ Yeah, I've been waiting ♪

♪ On the moment ♪

[coughs]

♪ somber music ♪

♪♪♪

[sirens wailing
in the distance]

♪♪♪

[bottle clinks]

♪♪♪

What the fuck?

Let's go, Ronnie.

♪♪♪

♪ I was born
on a small city lakeside ♪

♪ Dream bigger than
the motherfucking state line ♪

♪ Mama taught me how to
build it from the ground up ♪

♪ And a job was never done
until the paint dry ♪

♪ Drug dealers ain't believe
I have an iPhone ♪

♪ 'Cause ain't nobody ever,
ever trying to FaceTime ♪

Uh, you proposed on the truck?

Please tell me you had
a thousand roses

or some violins,
some R&B romantic-type shit.

Man, I don't need
all that with J.

[scoffs]

I just poured my heart
out to her.

She really love your ass.

- [scoffs]
- That's what's up.

Congrats, man.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

Um, there is something
I need to tell you, though.

- It's, uh, work-related.
- Me too.

I was gonna see if you wanted
to pick up some extra hours

'cause I'm gonna keep that
new truck and I could use you.

That's cool, but see...

actually, uh, I quit.

♪♪♪

Sonny is doing some rebuilding,

and I'm taking a new position
as a manager.

Damn.

So it's over?

Look, bro, it's--it's not you.
I-it's me.

Well, can we at least
still be friends?

[snickers] Of course.

Don't ever doubt
what we had was real.

I mean, are you still
gonna call and text?

I'm gonna call and text.

♪♪♪

[both laugh]

Damn, congratulations.

- Yeah.
- Man, I'd be lying if I said

I ain't gonna miss
your ass, though.

Bro, I'm still gonna
be in the neighborhood.

And you ain't gonna
need me around no way,

now you got Mr. Perry
backing you.

You about to blow up!

And there's one last thing
we need to settle, though,

and this is serious.

What?

You got to hear me
when I say this.

What, motherfucker?

Get your ass
some real sneakers.

[both laugh]

They gym shoes.
They ain't sneakers.

They sneakers.

Where you sneaking to?

- [both] The gym.
- Thank you.

[both laugh]

[shouts indistinctly]

♪ Dope on the scale,
got shit for sale ♪

[cell phone chimes]

♪ Except in my Benz,
of course ♪

♪ I got one hand on my dick
and one foot on the game ♪

♪ Keeping my family sane ♪

- Yo, Reg.
- [glass clinking]

♪♪♪

I met some new kids
at the aquarium.

They having a party
on the North Side Saturday.

You mind taking me?

What the fuck I look like
to you, a soccer mom?

They just want me
to listen to some music

and teach them
some new dances.

You sell them dub sacks
I gave you?

- No.
- Then that's your answer.

Now handle that garbage
while I handle this business.

Douda, my man.

Everything cool?

There's a delicate balance
that needs to be maintained

in order to conduct business
discreetly in our ecosystem,

but you, my young friend,
like it noisy.

I understand you disciplined
an employee in public.

What the fuck was that about?

It wasn't
about business, Douda.

It was personal.

He sold dope to a hype
I didn't want him selling to.

[scoffs]

My little brother Jake's mama.

He don't know who she is.

Trying to keep her alive,
hoping she get

her shit together
and be a part of his life.

[sniffs]

Hey, little man.

Come holler.

♪ tense music ♪

♪♪♪

Hey.

I remember you.

You gave a pizza party
at my school.

I did.

Sharp mind you got there.

How's school going anyway?

I mean, it's good, I guess.

Oh, we got to be doing
a lot better than "I guess."

I mean, it's all right.

We went to the aquarium
the other day.

Low key, that was cool.

That's nice.

Keep being open
to new things, you hear?

Yes, sir.

Yeah.

♪♪♪

Reg.

You did what you had to do

to protect your own.

- And that I understand.
- [sniffs]

We all got to do that.

♪♪♪

[train rattling
in the distance]

♪ dramatic percussion ♪

♪ I was born
on a small city lakeside ♪

♪ Dream bigger than
the motherfucking state line ♪

♪ Mama taught me how to
build it from the ground up ♪

♪ And a job was never done
until the paint dry ♪

♪ Drug dealers ain't believe
I have an iPhone ♪

♪ 'Cause ain't nobody ever,
ever trying to FaceTime ♪

♪ Pig trying to kill a nigga
for his skin color ♪

♪ That's why I gotta keep that
thing on my waist side ♪

♪ It's the world
we envisioned ♪

♪ God, it's the world
you envision ♪

♪ I been talking to myself, but
I knew you that could hear me ♪

♪ Send me a sign
if you can hear me ♪

♪ I just need a little help ♪

♪ I just need the world
to feel me ♪

♪ Put the weed
into the Philly ♪

♪ Man, I got a lot of stress
on me ♪

♪ My house got a vest ♪

♪ I think my nature's
trying to kill me ♪

♪ Man, I don't think
y'all niggas hear me ♪

♪ I don't think
y'all niggas feel me ♪

♪ You don't feel my pain,
only 22 and some change ♪

♪ I haven't reached my prime,
yet still got time ♪

♪ In a year, a whole lot
of shit can change ♪

♪ Niggas trying
to strip me from my crown ♪

♪ When I come around,
everybody acting strange ♪

♪ And I still don't give a damn
about your Instagram ♪

♪ I don't get the only ones
being slayed ♪

♪ Man, it's really
been an epidemic ♪

[typewriter clacking,
bell dings]