All language subtitles for The.Chi.S02E02.720p.WEB.x265-MiNX

♪♪♪

[Brandon]
Previously on The Chi...

You said you wanted your gun
back, so now we even.

You keep it.
And we not even yet.

Not till I say so.

You called DCFS on me.

They been coming
to my house, Emmett.

You ain't gon' see him!

- I need to question your son.
- About what?

The murder of
Charles "Coogie" Johnson.

Who you work for?

My parents own a successful
real estate agency

in Hyde Park.

I really think this place
has a lot of potential.

Trice gone.

- So you the boss now, huh?
- [chuckles]

That's the way it's looking.

[Ronnie]
I'm taking the plea...

save the family
the pain of a trial.

Coogie was
my little guinea pig.

And your story.

♪ tense music ♪

Mom, let me in!
I'm fuckin' homeless!

'Sup, Darnell?

Uh, you tell me, son.

May I help you?

[shouts]

[woman shouting]

Stop! [groans]

♪ tragic string music ♪

♪♪♪

[overlapping voices]

[officer] Poor woman.
Concussion, collapsed lung,

broken wrist, internal
hemorrhaging--

and that's just what
the EMTs determined.

So it looks like the
perp kicked in the back door

and fled out the front.

Who made the call?

Vic's caretaker,
Jada Washington.

She found her
when she got to work.

She rode with the vic
to the hospital.

She's still in surgery.

[glass crunches underfoot]

Perp wasn't alone.
How old was the victim?

[sighs] 73 years old.

[scoffs]

♪♪♪

Get me a copy of the case
report when it's done.

Detective Toussaint.
Violent Crimes, West Side.

Hey. Detective Cruz.
Homicide.

Is that shotgun part of
my crime scene?

No, it's hers.

She was a--she was
a tough old bird.

Is that right?

- You sure?
- Trust me.

I'm very familiar with
Miss Ethel and the family.

She used to live with
her grandson, Ronnie Davis.

He's in County
awaiting sentencing.

For what?

Murder.

- Any thoughts on who did this?
- [Cruz] Hard to say.

You know, 63rd Street Mob
runs this area.

They're violent.
They deal dope, guns.

I heard they drop
a lot of bodies.

Yeah, well,
they're getting dropped too.

Organization's in chaos
right now

over a vacuum in leadership.

Let me put some
feelers out, you know?

Maybe I can run down
the field with you.

Whoa-whoa-whoa.

Slow your roll.

Don't leap too fast,
grasshopper.

- Sorry?
- Don't be.

It's just, you're Homicide,
and no one's dead.

Nice Tims, though.

♪ smooth hip-hop beats ♪

♪♪♪

[radio host] One-oh-seven-five,
WGCI-FM!

Number one for Chicago's
hip-hop and R&B.

♪ mellow hip-hop music ♪

♪♪♪

Yo, Brandon, how do you work
this thing again?

I gotta handle the food
and the money, bro?

Give me that shit.

[hip-hop playing
indistinctly on radio]

- [device chimes]
- Easy.

All right, one burrito,
one grape pop.

That'll be eight-fifty,
my man.

♪♪♪

Everybody talking about
your joint, playa.

I had to come check you out
for myself.

[foil crinkling]

Damn.

This is bomb as fuck, my dude.

Yeah.

Yo! Yo, where my money at?

We good, bro.

We good. [chuckles]

What was that about?

It's complicated.
How can I help you?

Mm-hmm. Okay, so you gonna
bust it open for me, baby?

I see. Don't be talking fly.
I'll swoop over there

and smash right now.

[giggles]

- [Reg] Yo, man--
- Shut the fuck up, nigga.

You think you running
the block now,

but don't forget
how this shit work.

You need to run Douda a bag.

Forty-eight hours.

[exhales] Fuck!

[cartoony music plays on TV]

You wanna play when
I get home from school?

Sure, but only if you
let me sleep, okay?

Okay.

[Emmett sighs]

[toy gun blares]

Damn.

[cartoony music continues]

[sighs]

[whistling sound effect
plays on TV]

[mutters indistinctly]

Shit, we can beat that, Roscoe.

Drive on down,
pick it up ourselves.

Mm-hmm.

- Okay.
- Where the pancakes?

Uh, hold on.

You snooze, you lose
'round here.

Better grab some cereal.

- [sighs]
- Yeah, that's him.

[laughs] I know, right?

[Darnell laughing]

For real?

Let me get one of these.

Ah!

Let me call you
right back, Roscoe.

These is for the kids' lunches.

Help me out, man.

How you got three baby mamas,
but no place to stay?

And why you just now
reaching out

and I'm less than
five miles from you?

You got my number too.

I got it, and I pay the bill.

What bill you pay?

You better ask you mama about
those child support payments.

One more year and I'm done.

You came in here
the other night

looking like a lost puppy,
so I let it slide,

but you need to know
the house rules.

Are you serious right now?

One: don't ask me nothing
about your mama.

That chapter's closed.

Two: help your brothers and
sisters get ready for school

in the morning.

It's time they got
to know you anyway.

- Three...
- [sighs]

We have dinner as a family,
seven o'clock sharp.

Break one of these rules,

and you find somewhere
else to crash.

[clicks tongue]

What the hell, Darnell?
You just can't take my shit.

Rule number four:
it's my house.

I wear what's in it.

Roscoe.
Yeah, it's me.

Yeah, I-I know exactly
where we can move it.

[distant chatter]

[banging on door]
Guard!

Guard!

[banging on door]

[banging continues]

- You need to relax, Davis.
- Yo, please.

- I need to make a call.
- You know the rules.

Rec time's the next time
you can use the phone.

Man, that's, like,
two hours away!

I need to see if
my grandmother's

out of surgery now!

I'll see what I can do,

but you need to calm
the fuck down.

[high-pitched ringing]

[breathing raggedly]

♪ tense music ♪

♪♪♪

[grunts, sniffles]

♪♪♪

[cries]

♪♪♪

[electronic bell chimes]

This'll be quick.
How much are these?

One-seventy-five,
but the better value

is the family size.

[Kevin] Why you asking Papa,
anyways?

These?

I mean, I'm more
of a Oreos man,

but if you don't hurry up
and pick something, we gonna

- be late for school.
- Yeah, man, what is you doing?

I'm scouting the competition
for my snack hustle.

- "Snack hustle"?
- Yeah.

I've been watching Reg
do his thing,

and I said, "Why not snacks?"

Buy 'em for the low-low,
sell 'em to the kids

at the school at a markup.

I'm conflicted.
On one hand,

I respect the hustle,
but on the other,

I'm not sure I can let you
exploit

my guilty pleasures like this.

I'm out.

Is he serious?

[Kevin] His ass just scared.

Last time he had
too many tardies,

his dad put him
on punishment for the summer.

So, uh, how can I get down
with this snack hustle?

[scoffs]
Naw, man, it's my thing.

Yo, how much?

I need you to stop handling
the merchandise

unless you're planning
on buying it.

Okay, I respect that.

We good.

Come on.

[Kevin] I don't get it.

Why won't you let me
in on this?

I'm Detective Alice Toussaint.

I'm working
the Ethel Davis case.

Okay.

Can you tell me what happened?

I was coming up the block.

I saw the front door wide open.

That's when I first knew
something was wrong.

I walked inside the house...

I found her
on the floor bleeding.

I thought... [exhales]

[Toussaint]
Was she upset with anyone?

She have any arguments?
Anything happen

out of the ordinary recently?

Mm-mm.

I mean, I vaguely remember
her complaining

about some boys outside
her house.

But to be honest, Miss Ethel...
[sighs]

She complains about everything.

What can you tell me
about these boys?

Something about them gambling,
making noise.

Had her so worked up,
she called the block captain

to come out and run them off.

You think it was them?

Too early to tell.

[sighs] It used to be such

a good neighborhood--

probably could leave
your door open,

kids could play...

Folks would look
after your kids

better than you looked
after your kids.

Mm-hmm.

Now it's a fuckin' jungle.

I'll be reaching out to you
with more questions,

but if you remember anything,
don't hesitate to call.

Okay.

You gotta get me out of here.

I know, your grandmother.
Well, we've already withdrawn

your guilty plea.
I'm just waiting to hear

from the judge to see if
a bail hearing will be set.

Okay, good.
Tha-that's good.

In the meantime,
we need to make a case

for your release.
It won't be easy,

but that Johnson kid was busted
for shoplifting

and marijuana possession
two years ago.

Why's that matter?

Ah, well, in order to make
a case for your release,

we'll have to show that
this kid wasn't the saint

that everybody painted him as.

If we can prove that
he lunged at you

or he tried to grab the gun
or you feared for your life,

then we can go with
the self-defense angle.

[Ronnie]
No, he was a good kid.

- I ain't going down that road.
- Look, you say

- you want to get out.
- I do, but not like this.

I'm trying to help, Mr. Davis,
but you have to work with me.

♪ tense music ♪

[door opens]

Not bad, Greavy.
Not bad at all.

[door shuts]

Four o'clock mean four o'clock.

My bad.
I had a lot going on.

What you need me to do?

Grab me a beer.

I know you didn't call me
all the way down here

- to play bartender for you.
- Nah, I needed your help

hanging this fan,
but as you can see, I'm done.

[clicks tongue]

You couldn't call me and let me
know you was finished?

I don't answer to you, boy.

I'm fucking with you, man.

[sighs] Actually, I got some
bad news this morning.

Junie was killed.

What? Junie? How?

Drive-by at a house party.

Caught one in the head.

Damn.

We went
to grade school together.

I mean, we went our separate
ways, but he was--

he was one of the guys.

I got one of these on my bus.

I was hoping you'd put one in
your food truck for the family.

- No doubt. For sure.
- Yeah, they struggling

to pay for the funeral service
and need all the help

they can get.
Casket, food...

boy didn't even own a suit.

Damn.

♪ stirring music ♪

♪♪♪

[Junie] What's good, people?
It's your boy Junie,

reppin' 63rd to the fullest.

You know what I mean?
We out here opp-shopping.

Wild Boys, Wild Boys,
where they at, where they at?

Junie tweakin'.

[Junie] More money.

Hey, we about to
go back to 63rd.

If y'all wanna see how
it's crackin' out there,

holla at me.
We 'bout to buy the block.

Show 'em money.
Show 'em money.

What the fuck is y'all doing,
sitting around crying

like some ho-ass bitches?

Get your feet off
my motherfucking table!

What the fuck is wrong
with you niggas?

What happened to Junie
was fucked up,

but we still got business
to handle.

Look...

the second chair sent for me.

We got 48 hours
to come up with 100 stacks.

We don't, Junie ain't gonna be
the only motherfucker

around here taking a dirt nap,
you feel me?

Junie gone.
That was my nigga,

and you know we gonna get
some get back, but right now,

y'all gotta
compartmentalize that shit.

Junie was about getting
his paper.

You wanna honor that nigga,
get off y'all asses

and get this bread.

[phones ring,
indistinct conversation]

What type of sick fuck beats up
an old lady?

It's a wonder she's alive.

Any word on the investigation?

I'm Homicide.
Why would I know anything

about what's going on
with Violent Crime?

Look, the department's
taking a lot of heat

over Wallace and his bullshit.

Toussaint is here
on orders from Command,

which means City Hall
is involved,

so don't get your panties
in a bunch

because she's in your backyard.

I get it, okay?
I don't have to like it.

No, you don't, but if you
really want to be pissed off,

here's something:
I just got off the phone

with the DA's office about
Coogie Johnson's murder.

Ronnie Davis is reneging
on his plea.

He's trying
to get out of jail?

- That's bullshit!
- Agreed.

Now, what about the eyewitness?
That 12-year-old kid?

I got his statement on record.

Well, you better get him
up to speed.

Looks like you're gonna
need him to testify.

[exhales]

[Amir] You watching
your figure?

Yo, how was Palestine?

- Crowded.
- Man, try sleeping

on my father's couch.

I thought you were living
with your mom?

[sighs] Long story,
but she kicked me out.

Oh, she caught you fucking
some chick on her bed again.

Whose side are you on?

[snickers]
So what you gonna do?

I don't know.

All my cash is going
into storage,

and Sonny's doesn't pay enough
for me to get my own spot.

- It's always something, huh?
- Seriously.

Damn.

[Amir] So this is why
your mom kicked you out.

- Watch and learn, rookie.
- Okay.

- This is what I do.
- All right.

- All right?
- We'll see about that.

Hey.
Aren't you Emmett Washington?

Yeah, that's me, baby.

Yeah?

- You've been served.
- [Amir] Ooh, shit.

♪ smooth piano music ♪

♪♪♪

You know, I get that,
but if it's a cookout,

why I gotta wear slacks?

It's a fundraiser.

My parents are throwing it
for Alderman Bonner.

I'm not giving nothing to
no crooked-ass alderman, J.

Look, I just--I need to connect
with Mrs. Brown

about selling her condos,
and then we can leave.

If I make this deal,
it'll be huge.

[sighs]
All right, cool,

'cause the less time we gotta
spend with your parents

and their bougie-ass friends,
the better.

[laughs]

[band playing jazzy music]

♪♪♪

All I know is how to cook.

And it's not just what I do.
It's who I am.

[Mason] That's nice,

but the success rate has
to be low in that field.

But when you work at
a successful restaurant

like Trestle, then you're
guaranteed success.

The cook from Fahrenheit on the
Gold Coast started at Trestle.

I stand corrected.

Excuse me.

I think I see a buddy
that I haven't seen

since culinary school, so...
I'll be right back.

[Sharon] When are
you gonna get serious

about settling down, Jerrika?

We are serious.

We like Brandon, but come on.
Jerrika.

A chef?

Wow, Mom. [laughs]
Daddy, please, a little help?

I'm sorry, J.
I didn't spend 100 grand

on Spelman for you
to marry a cook.

Maybe we should be discussing
the six-figure commission

I stand to gain if I land
Mrs. Brown's account.

Give you something to talk
to your friends about.

Or maybe we should discuss

your plan to
finally take the bar.

Mrs. Brown would find you
much more impressive.

Mrs. Brown or you?

- [Mason] J.
- Excuse me.

Jerrika, wait.

- [both laugh]
- [Brandon] And then you just

took that burnt salmon fillet
and slathered it

with honey glaze
and called it Cajun.

- It worked, didn't it?
- [both laugh]

I wish things were
that simple now.

Learning how to flambé?

Way easier
than running a business.

Oh, yeah, they conveniently
left that shit out.

Case in point:
I book this event,

and my assistant cancels on me
at the last minute.

[scoffs] Tell me about it.

I got a friend helping me
on the food truck right now.

This man is terrible
at everything!

[both laugh]

It's an amazing property,
and I'd love to pitch

my proposal for why I'd be the
best broker to represent you.

Tell me, what can I do
to earn your business?

I usually only work with
brokers with more experience,

but out of respect
for your parents,

I'll give you a shot.

Contact my office to set up
an appointment.

Thank you.
Looking forward to it.

[indistinct conversations]

[Brandon]
Great. Enjoy.

[quietly] What are you doing?

Chef Jeff's assistant didn't
show, so I'm helping him out.

Would you like a piece,
or would you prefer

that it came from Trestle?

I only told them that
so they wouldn't ask me

a million questions.

Mm.

You ashamed of me
being a chef, J?

Don't even play me
like that, Brandon.

You know I'm not like that.
I'm just trying

to make this deal,
and serving my parents' guests

like you're one of the help?

I'm just saying it looks a
certain way to certain people.

Mm...

I don't give a shit what
these bougie-ass people think.

Most of them fake as fuck
anyway.

Look, what I'm asking
might be shitty,

but this means a lot to me.

I just need you to play along
for a little bit.

Besides, don't tell me
we couldn't use the money.

You know what?

Fine, J.

How's your
grandmother doing, bro?

Made it out of surgery.

She's in ICU.

Saying it's touch-and-go.

That's what's fucked up
about being locked up.

When shit like this happen,
ain't nothing you can do.

Fuck that.

My lawyer's working
on getting me out of here.

Ain't no public defender
getting your ass out of jail

on a murder charge.

You know how many cases
they got?

What do you need to do is get
at Wolf's badass lawyer.

Motherfucker was
sentenced to life

and it got knocked down
to 15 years.

How do I get in contact?

You can't just call
a high-powered lawyer

from a prison pay phone.

You gotta go through Wolf.

- Who is he?
- [chuckles]

You'll see him on the yard.
He ain't hard to find.

I want to press charges!
She had her brother jump me.

All right? I want her arrested
for assault right now.

I have no idea what he's
talking about, ma'am.

She's lying.
You fuckin' lying.

If you want to press charges,
I suggest you call the police.

But today is about establishing
financial support

for your son,
Emmett Washington, Junior.

I already give her money.

Two hundred dollars
two months ago ain't nothing.

Do you have any records
or receipts of these payments

or purchases?

[sighs]

Do you have a job,
Mr. Washington?

Yeah, I work part-time
at Sonny's Chicken Pit.

And where have you lived
for the past five years?

With my mama.

Do you have insurance,
and if so,

would you be the primary?

No, it's my mama.

What about transportation?
How do you get around?

The train.

Or my mama.

[scoffs] Triflin' ass.

If I'm gonna get grilled
about my whole life,

I wanna know
when I can see my son.

Okay, again, that is not
what we do here.

Once you prove temporary
financial support,

you receive a court date,

at which point a judge
will issue a permanent order.

At that point, you can address
custody and visitation.

So what you're saying...

I gotta pay for my son...

but I can't see him?

I'm really sorry,
Mr. Washington.

♪ tense ambient music ♪

♪ stirring ambient music ♪

[answering machine beeps]

[Bertha]
Ethel, this is Bertha.

Let me know if you're going
to bingo tonight so I can have

Otis pick you up.

[machine beeps]

[automated voice] Hello.

This is an eviction notice.

Family C Realty Group
would like to offer you

a stipend for moving expenses.

Please call us back

at 800-555-0199.

- [machine beeps]
- [man] Hello, valued customer.

Hoover's Furnit--

[dog barks distantly]

♪ suspenseful music ♪

But I already talked to them!

Boy, who you think
you raising your voice at?

Kevin...

look,
I know this is a tough thing,

but Ronnie Davis is trying
to get out of jail.

You talking to the DA
could help put him away.

Nah! I'm not gonna be
no snitch!

- Please excuse him.
- I get it.

He's been through a lot.

Too much.

We've got him seeing
a therapist.

- Is it helping?
- I don't know.

She says he's worried
about dying.

During a session, he said, um,

"if I grow up"...

like he's expecting that
not to happen.

Sorry.

That's gotta be hard.

Raising a black boy around
here, sometimes...

you have no idea.

- You want me to talk to him?
- No.

I think I just need some time
to figure this out.

I'll get back to you.

Of course.

[clicks tongue, sighs]

[Jerrika] There's a wave

of upwardly-mobile
professionals

who are more than willing
to pay top dollar

for a place that
has great schools,

low crime,
and convenient transportation.

But why should they buy
your properties?

Culture.

An area ripe with art, music,
and cuisine.

One of my favorite weekly
events nearby

is the Jackson Park
farmers' market.

Best grilled corn you've ever
had in your life.

But it's not just about
the events and the numbers.

These investors simply want
a great place to call home.

You've done your homework.

It's what I know.

And if you're willing to
reserve a small percentage

of the units
for low-income housing,

you could receive
a federal stipend

to offset unpredictables
and other costs.

[exhales]

Honey, I grew up
in Section 8 housing.

In fact, the first building
I bought was low-income

'cause I thought, like you,
I could save the hood.

I had to learn the hard way,

you let those people in,
they will ruin your property.

It's not worth it.

Okay.

Look...I'm not sure
we're on the same page.

I want people with money.

I'm done passing out
welfare checks,

if you know what I mean.

Well, um...

I-I personally don't recommend
the low-income route, but...

I wanted to give you
the option.

We are definitely
on the same page.

And once I show you
my plans for staging,

I'm sure you'll agree.

Where do you live?

- I'm sorry?
- If you're gonna stage

my property, I'd like to know
who I'm dealing with--

see how you live.

Dinner at your place?

Sure. Uh...

how's tonight?

Perfect.

♪ Wake up in the morning
and I plot what to get into ♪

♪ I've got all these fucking
crazy thoughts ♪

♪ Up in my mental ♪

♪ All these bitches
telling me I'm hot ♪

♪ Yeah, I've been cool,
I'm just tryna... ♪

This all our shit,
from 43rd to the hundreds.

[Reg] That's what's up.

[hip-hop playing indistinctly]

♪ Gotta watch your back
with all these opps ♪

♪ Tryna end you ♪

♪ I'm just tryna get
this fucking guap... ♪

- What's all this?
- Oh,

I'm starting my own
snack hustle at school.

Vending machines rip
people off.

And I'm saving up
to get a new PS4.

Okay, I ain't mad.
Little brother trying

to be Bill Gates Junior
in this fuckin' piece.

- [both laugh]
- What you selling them for?

Uh, plan chips for 50,
Doritos for 85,

and the Cheetos for 70.

So you gonna walk around
with a change machine?

Huh?

Jake, check this out.

Look over there.

Loose change is
for broke motherfuckers,

and ain't none of them
in this house.

Do you understand?

- Yeah.
- Sell that shit

for a dollar apiece.
Keep the math simple.

Hold fast, playa.

Speaking of math,
how your grades looking?

Where the fuck
is your homework?

I ain't got none.

Then take your ass
in the back and go find some,

'cause I ain't going
to jail for nobody.

♪ Wake up in the morning
and I plot what to get into ♪

♪ I got all these
fucking crazy thoughts ♪

♪ Up in my mental... ♪

Boss man.

We got a problem.

Money's short.

- That's not an option.
- I know.

So what's the move?

♪ What you been through? ♪

♪ Gotta watch your back
with all these opps ♪

♪ Tryna end you ♪

♪ I'm just trying
to get this fucking guap ♪

- [phone rings]
- Let me run the plates by you.

Seven, V as in "Victor,"

eight, four...

There was cash and jewelry
left behind.

Let me--let me call you back.

- What were you saying?
- The Ethel Davis attack.

It wasn't a robbery.
You say you knew the family?

Yeah.

Is it possible the attack was
about Coogie Johnson's murder?

You mean retribution?

Can't rule it out.

Well, I don't know.
Coogie had a brother.

Brandon Johnson.

It doesn't feel like
his style, though.

What about
other family members?

Is there a father around
or cousins?

There's no father
in the picture.

It's just, uh, a single mother,
Laverne.

She certainly had some trouble

with drinking and the like.

Is she capable
of something like this?

Maybe she hired
someone to do it.

It's hard to say what people
will or won't do

when they're grieving.

Good.

- I'll look into the family.
- Yeah.

Try "excuse me" next time.

Wait for me to finish
my phone call.

We have manners
on the South Side.

[chuckles]

That crooked cop was
your partner, right?

Wallace, was it?

If you South Siders were
handling your business

instead of grabbing
for yourselves,

I'd be on my third
gin and tonic by now.

Get out your feelings.

I play where I'm needed.

♪ groovy hip-hop beat ♪

♪ Ain't a thing in the world
that can stop me ♪

♪ Know the rules, bitch,
I move like a Nazi ♪

♪ Be cool for this
to leave a crossing ♪

♪ I've been for the peace
in the streets ♪

♪ Boy, I'm Gandhi, it take
more than a blog ♪

♪ To define me ♪

♪ A couple A&Rs tried to
sign me... ♪

[Luis] Yo, Brandon,
people loved this dude.

Second time I've emptied
this today.

Oh, yeah, well,
Junie was good people.

[Luis]
Yo, we got another big one.

A dozen short-rib burritos,
a dozen pork-belly tacos.

Who is ordering all this shit?

Man, what is y'all doing?
Move!

Y'all ain't even got no money.

We don't need money.
We eat here for free.

How you figure?

Reg said we good.

Shit, y'all got me fucked up.

Matter of fact, I'm sorry,
people, we are closed.

- [crowd exclaims]
- To all my paying customers,

come back tomorrow
and I got y'all.

To the rest of y'all,
pico de gallo ain't cheap.

- Kick fuckin' rocks.
- [crowd shouting]

- [woman] Man!
- [man] No! No!

I changed my mind.
I don't like this.

He's been in there
almost two hours.

The ADA is just double-checking
the facts, Ms. Williams.

No--Ms. Williams!

Wait!

Kevin, get up. Let's go.
Get out of here.

Ms. Williams, all...

all he's doing is prepping
Kevin for the trial.

Ronnie Davis's lawyer is gonna
be way more aggressive

- when he's on the stand, so--
- "The stand"?

Like, in front of people?

Ma, I told you they wanted me
to snitch.

Now everybody's gonna know!

Ugh!

I'll give you a call later.

♪ smooth upbeat jazz ♪

[Brandon] And then
they got the nerve to say,

"We don't even have to pay."
The hell they think this is?

Why don't you just move
your truck to a safer area?

I shouldn't have to.

The South Side is my home.

Come on, J, I'm not wearing
that corny, tight-ass shit.

I gotta cook.

And I gotta land this account.

Please, Brandon.

- [clicks tongue]
- [doorbell rings]

You lucky you cute.

- Gimme that.
- Thank you.

[music continues playing]

Welcome, Mrs. Brown.
So happy to have you.

Please, come in.

This is my boyfriend, Brandon.

It's a pleasure to meet you.
I've heard a lot about you,

and I hope you like
braised pork belly.

Oh, nice to meet you too,
young man.

Is that star anise I smell?

I see we're dealing with
a woman

who knows her Asian spices.

So let's have dinner.

Father, bless this food
we're about to receive.

Bless the hands that prepared
it in Jesus' name.

- [Darnell] Amen.
- [all] Amen.

♪ funky soul music ♪

[overlapping conversations]

- [laughter]
- [Dee Dee] So this fool

called me with his "cousin"
on the three-way

asking me to hook her up
with a job at the hospital,

so I act like I hang up
but stay on and listen.

- Yeah, here we go.
- [laughter]

- [laughing] Oh, Lord.
- Next thing I know,

Darnell is telling Michelle
I'm his cousin

and how much he love her.

- I lost it.
- So what happened?

We went up to his job at the
plant and tore him a new one.

Y'all got me fired
is what you did.

[laughter]

So let me get this straight.
You started with her,

went to her,

and ended up with her?

Yeah.

And y'all ain't ready
to kill each other?

Mm, not right now.

Unless someone takes that last
piece of chicken

- without asking.
- [laughter]

[Cheryl] Okay.

We just realized we're stronger
together than apart.

Besides, what one person
can look after

all your daddy's kids?

[woman] Okay? I know
I ain't watching them.

[Dee Dee] Honey, me either.
I barely wanna watch my own.

[laughter]

[Cheryl] Anybody want dessert?

- [woman] No, I'm full.
- [woman] I'll take some of

- that cobbler.
- [Michelle] Cheryl, you did

a great job with...

Hey, man.

Dinner's not over.
Where you going?

Man, don't tell me what to do.

[door opens]

You don't disrespect my house
and family like that.

What the hell
you think this is?

I think it's bullshit that
my mama got

the no-good-ass nigga she got,
and they get Daddy of the Year.

Beer's not my thing.

Just take it and hold it, man,

like fathers and sons do
in them commercials.

Let me rap with you.

[sighs] Look, man...

no excuses.

My father wasn't there
for me either,

and I thought that...as long as
I was providing financially,

then I didn't have
to put in the time.

[exhales]

I just hope you do
a better job than I did.

I don't know, man.

I be trying,
but Tiff is crazy.

Shaking me down
for child support and shit.

What you got going on,
I can't...

ever see it being
like this with her.

You know why they got
the father of the year?

'Cause I realized I was
that no-good-ass nigga,

and I ain't like it.

What I'm saying is
your mama got the boy

and they got the man.

[train rumbling]

Oh, please, allow me.

Oh, this one's a catch.

I must say,

your parents painted
a different picture.

He's not at all like
those people we discussed.

Wha-what--what people?

I'll let Jerrika tell you
about it.

If you couldn't tell,
you had the account

as soon as
the bánh xèo came out.

- [both laugh]
- Meet me Monday morning

to sign the paperwork.

Thank you.
I won't disappoint you.

♪ mellow jazz music ♪

We did it!

You cooked your ass off, babe.
It sealed the deal.

"Those people"?

I know what she's talking
about.

That's that bougie shit
your parents be on.

Babe, that's what's
special about your food.

It made a stuck-up-ass woman
like Mrs. Brown open her mind.

People are drawn to it.

You think so?

I know so.

♪♪♪

[squeals]

- Congratulations.
- Thank you!

♪♪♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ tense ringing ♪

Look at this.

A nigger who done lost his way.

- Don't want no trouble.
- Maybe we do.

Get this to Wolf.

He'll know what to do with it.

What the fuck is this?

Currency.

[whistle blows]

♪ tense music ♪

[sighs]

♪ lively hip-hop music ♪

[doorbell rings]

That's Booney.

Hell, yeah, and this nigga
done brought pizza.

It better be Italian Fiesta!

♪ exciting music ♪

[overlapping shouting]

Take your motherfucking
clothes off!

Get naked, niggas! Now!

Take your shoes off!
Your socks too!

Take that shit off!
Get naked!

Bro, put all that--just get
everything in the bag, bro.

Yeah, scoop
all of that up, bro.

Bro, you're not moving
fast enough.

Take that fucking shit off.

Stop looking at me.
Bro, stop looking at me.

Look the other way!
Come on, bro, hurry up.

Put the shit in the bag!

- Yup.
- We going, we going, come on!

Come on, we gone!

[Amir] Don't mess around
with the courts, man.

My cousin missed one payment,
got locked up.

It's not even
the payments, dawg.

I just don't have the money.

And all I want to do is see EJ,

not get locked up
over this shit.

You think we can get the
shoe game hustle rolling again?

Too slow. Everyone just waits
for the new Js to drop.

[exhales] All right.

Well, if you hear something,
let me know.

Let me get some Backwoods
and some sunflower seeds.

Bro, when y'all start
selling weave?

Man, that shit don't sell.

And no wonder it's not selling.

Look at that shitty-ass
packaging.

And where's the name?

- The name? It's hair.
- No.

Women like their shit to sound
exotic, all right?

Like "Hawaiian Silky"
or "Italian Mink"

or... "French New-aveau."

How do you know so much
about this shit?

You know how many women I know

who won't leave the house
without a weave?

A trillion of 'em.

You got a minute?
I want to show you something.

All right.

Now, this better not be
no stolen kidneys or livers.

I ain't into that shit.

Chill out.

Ah! What the fuck is that,
a dead bear?

Dude, it's hair--
straight from the heads

of the Koyo Zom mountain people
of Pakistan.

I was gonna sell this shit
wholesale to cut my losses.

Or we clean it, bag it,
and sell it--

just like the Chinese
and the Koreans.

That's actually
fucking brilliant.

Can you get more of this shit?

I got a direct line to the
supplier in Pakistan.

Ooh, we about to make
a killing!

Instead of slangin' Js,
we slangin' weave.

I'm not doing it.

I'm not putting him through it.

But without Kevin's help,

the boy's killer
could walk free.

He already gave them
two statements.

They can't put this on Kevin.

He already thinks
he's gonna die.

- We don't know that.
- He said "if I grow up."

Nina, you don't know
what it's like

to lose someone through
gun violence.

- [sighs]
- When my brother Terrell

was killed, the only
thing that kept my mother

from losing her mind was seeing
the men who shot him

locked up for good.

So what this Coogie boy's
family gonna go through

if this man gets out...

and Kevin could've stopped it?

Pretty smart soaking
that towel with this.

Where'd you get it?

[chuckles] I made it myself.

Learned how to do it in Iraq.

Hmm.

[exhaling] Oh.

Yeah, I'll say it's ten times
better than our shit.

Well, I can show
you how to make it

so your people stop
getting sick.

I seen them in the infirmary.
They all got rotgut.

In exchange for what?

A meeting with your lawyer.

Why should I make
a deal with you?

[chuckles]

The proof's in the pruno.

You'll be getting favors
hand over fist.

[sighs]

I'll see what I can do.

By the way,

what you in for?

I murdered a kid
back in my neighborhood.

Black?

♪ musical sting ♪

Guess black lives don't matter.

♪ tense music ♪

[elevator dings]

[man] Do you know who I am?

I think so.

You Douda,

street-chair
of the 63rd Street Mob.

Blacque?

[high heels clicking]

[Douda] Have a seat.

I sent word to your crew
to handle some business.

- Did you take care of that?
- Indeed.

I put outside folks on it.

One hundred racks in two days?

That tells me that you're
resourceful and industrious.

Conversely, the reason
why you had to get the money

in the first place is because
you sloppy and reckless.

Douda, a lot of that
shit wasn't my fault.

Q and Trice was fucking up
the money.

I been trying to get us back--

[loudly]
Fuckin' up the atmosphere...

[quietly]
Is what you doing.

♪ tense music ♪

[glasses clank]

Bunnahabhain 25.

It's Scotch, nigga.

[Douda]
Trice met with a tragic end.

You saw an opportunity
and you--you took it.

Can't be mad at that.

What about Q?

He got permission
from the old man

to come back to reconcile
some personal business.

In the course, he let his
emotions cloud his judgment

and stole some merchandise
that was in your possession

that belonged to the company.

Killed a cop.
That's a violation.

Q was held accountable.
Q is gone.

But let's talk about
your role in all this.

Trice was a lot of things,

but he always brought us
our paper on time.

I didn't mean no disrespect,
Douda.

Congratulations on
this blessing.

You're accountable now.

Ah, shit.

[glasses clink]

It's all there.

♪♪♪

I remember those days.

[chuckles]

Grow your game up, young man.

Tribute is due
the first of every month.

You see me on the streets,
you don't know me.

Next time you violate,

it may cost you
more than a fine.

[elevator dings]

Oh, and, um, Reg.

You eye-fuck
my accountant again...

and it won't be good for you.

♪ dramatic percussion ♪

♪ We just tryna deal,
go overseas ♪

♪ Where a little
bit of breeze is ♪

♪ Kid got a hustle with ease,
I'ma take mine ♪

♪ I ain't gotta say please,
time to get the loot ♪

♪ Tell 'em what
you're tryna do... ♪

- Whoa, whoa.
- Yo, what's up?

Chillin', chillin'.
What it do? I'm all right.

What up, boy?

[indistinct conversation]

[phones ringing]

Hey, Cruz.

Check this out.

There's been a pattern of
break-ins--marked in blue--

and home invasions in red.

In more than half the cases,
we got complaints

of street boys making noise
outside.

A few days later,
home invasion.

Street boys all seem to be
linked to the 63rd Street Mob.

You're the resident authority.
Any thoughts?

Look...

it was wrong to lump you in
with the other bullshit cops.

You're damn right it was wrong.

You don't know shit about me.

I'll put my badge up against
any cop on this force,

including the West Side.

I stand corrected.

Okay, so what about the family?

It's a dead end.

That leaves the gang
and your expertise.

Wait, is the West Side asking
the South Side for help?

Guess I'm slipping.

Yeah, must be all
that gin and tonic.

Hey, Ronnie Davis's new
attorney is Hendricks,

AKA the Escape Artist.

Looks like her plan is to call
your confession into question.

All your ducks better be
in a row, Cruz.

It's about to get ugly.

♪ suspenseful music ♪

[gospel music playing faintly
on stereo]

Last batch, y'all!

Thank you, Brandon.

Going out of your way
to cook for the family.

You know Reg?

Yes, ma'am, I do.

Junie would've been so happy
to have all his friends

gathered in one place.

I sure wish he would've kept
hanging out with you

when y'all was kids.

Whatever I have left
after the funeral,

I'm gonna pay you, you hear?

Thanks, but the food
was Reg's idea.

He already took care of it.

Nobody owes anybody anything.

Right, Reg?

Yes, ma'am.

You boys are so sweet.

[train rumbling]

Yo.

- [Brandon, quietly] Fuck...
- Ey, B!

Bro, this potato salad
is on point.

What is that, paprika, nigga?

Naw, dawg, Old Bay.

Mmm.

But naw, real talk...

that was cool,
what you did for Junie.

I've known the dude since
we were shorties, and...

his mama ain't never looked
at me like that.

[chuckles] Good.

I'll take it as gratitude.

'Cause our debt is settled.

I'm done with the bullshit.

♪ tense music ♪

[camera snaps]

- ♪ playful hip-hop beats ♪
- Come on, bro.

- Come on, bro.
- Oh!

Yeah.
Go.

[laughs]

- [gun fires in game]
- Boom!

- That's your ass.
- [Kevin] Man, whatever.

[scoffs] You're just lucky.

So, uh, where everybody at?

Your house never this empty.

The whole crew is
at Junie's repast.

I'm in charge of making sure
nobody hits up the house.

[hip-hop playing indistinctly]

♪♪♪

Yeah, you probably wanna stay
away from the windows.

Uh...

So now that Junie's gone,
what happens next?

We smoke one of them,
they smoke one of us.

It's all stupid.

Y'all know who killed him?

Yeah, but ain't nobody
snitching.

- That's what's up.
- Naw, man.

I used to think that,

but...people be snitching
all the time.

This gang shit?
It's all fucked up, Kev.

You're lucky you don't
have to deal with it.

But I gotta deal with shit too.

Like not one but two moms
always telling me what to do.

You still got it good.

I wouldn't even know my mom
if she knocked on that door.

So, uh...

how can I get in on this snack
hustle, though?

I wanna get paid too.

Naw, man.
I hustle 'cause I have to.

You shouldn't.

Like I said,
this ain't for you.

[Ronnie]
Can you get me out?

Wolf said you were the best.

What day of the week
did you enter County?

I think it was, um...
a Tuesday, maybe?

Do you remember the time?

[exhales]

I reviewed
the confession video.

You appear to be impaired.

Are you a drunk, Mr. Davis?

Most people in County
can recall months later

the exact date
and time they were booked

unless something
is impairing their memory.

I'll review
your medical reports.

I'm sure they'll indicate
a positive alcohol test.

I also learned that the
deceased has an arrest record.

Well, I-I told the other lawyer

that I don't wanna
go down that road.

Black men are being arrested
every day just for asking

to go to the bathroom;
you are asking a judge

to let one out who
has confessed to murder.

You wanna see
your grandmother again,

I'd be less precious about
my tactics and your character.

Last thing.

Did you kill Charles Johnson,
Mr. Davis?

[buzzer sounds]

Yes.

Good.

How's that good?

'Cause if I know you're
being honest with me,

I can be honest with you.
You a drunk, like I thought.

So stop drinking
that fucking pruno

so I can get you out of here.

You smell like shit.

A two-bedroom would've been
nicer, but I guess it's a'ight.

I'm staying
at Darnell's for now,

just in case you cared to know

I'm not sleeping
on trains anymore.

[Jada] Look at that.

You don't have your mother
as a safety net.

You're still alive.

How's it been
over at your daddy's?

How many brothers
and sisters you got now?

Five? Six? Twenty?

That's so shady, Ma.

[chuckles]

You okay?

[Jada] Oh, damn, I forgot
to tell you.

Somebody broke into Miss
Ethel's house and attacked her.

She's in pretty bad shape.

Oh, damn.

I thought I had
a bad day dealing with Tiff.

What happened with Tiff?

You got any wine up in here?

[TV playing indistinctly]

[Nina] Hey, Kev. What's up?

Hey.

You okay?

Yeah.

I was thinking...

and, uh...

I just wanted
to let you know that...

I'ma do it.

I'll testify.

♪ tense music ♪

♪♪♪

[keyboard clacking]

[bell dings]

♪♪♪