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rock music

Jesus, can't a guy get

five minutes of privacy
around here?

What, you can't remember
what happened

last week on Shameless?

That's actually
kind of pathetic.

I feel sorry for you.

Can you just get out of here?

All right?
Go.

Thank you.
Fucking pervert.

Our community
has been infiltrated

by undesirables.

The Milkoviches.

Terry's been banging
the lady who owns this place

for a couple years.

Mrs. McCurdy?

She's, like, 90.

Milton's coming by later.

The place looks fantastic.

How much did all this cost you?

Six grand, maybe.

-Why don't I split it with you?
-Yeah?

You did the work.
Might as well.

The South Side
doesn't really feel

-like the South Side no more.
-[Jenkins] I could use you.

Democratic Party of Chicago
could use you.

Someone with your passion,

with your gift
for persuasive speech...

you've got talent.

We are cops.
We stop crime, period.

And it is my job to train you.

We bust heads.
We arrest people.

That is our job.

Fucking move your ass!

I catch you selling
out here again,

I'm busting your ass,
and I'm taking you in.

Fuck the police!

Strip.
-Leesie.

No, she gonna learn.

Come on, now.

What if I offer you a job?

I get to transport drugs

and money legally.

[Ian] Weed might be legal,

but carrying a gun
as a convicted felon

is about as illegal as it gets.

You think you're better
than me?

Yes.

The only thing
you're better than

is the blacks.

-Jesus. Easy, easy, easy.

Even their dog is racist.

We have to move
away from the racists.

rock music

Think of all
the luck you got

Know that
it's not for naught

You were beaming
once before

But it's not like that
anymore

What is this downside

That you speak of?

What is this feeling

You're so sure of?

Round up
the friends you got

Know that
they're not for naught

You were willing
once before

But it's not like that
anymore

What is this downside

That you speak of?

What is this feeling

You're so sure of?

Well, I'll be damned.

rock music

Beware those
who are proud of it.

What the fuck?

What's going on?

-Yo!
-What's up?

This is my yard.

Twenty-one thirty-two
South Gate, right?

Yeah, but the house
isn't for sale.

I just put the signs
where they tell me to.

All right, well,
they told you wrong, so...

take care of it, please.

Hey!

Wait, what's going on?

Ah, don't worry, don't worry.

I'm calling Milton right now.

Is he selling the place?

-[voice mail] Hey, it's Milton.
-It's voice mail.

Yo, Milton, it's Lip.
Just call me back

as soon as you get this,
all right?

Wondering why there's, uh,
some guy

putting a real estate sign
in my yard.

Thanks.

Shit.

Whoop.
Big day for Franny and I.

We're going to the playground,

then we're gonna get some lunch
at White Castle,

and then we're gonna go
and meet

Her Royal Highness
Queen Justice.

Wait, isn't that
the WWE lady?

Uh, the lady?

Don't you mean the queen?

-Y'all been served!

What?

Yeah.

That's her catchphrase.

Franny is obsessed with her.

Y'all been served!

And you get to meet her?

Yeah, she's gonna be
at Kevlar Comics all day.

I paid ten bucks
to get a parent pass

so we could get a photo
with her.

Wow.
Queen Justice.

So?

You wanna come?
It'll be super fun.

Uh, no, I can't.

Why?

I just got stuff to do.

Like what?

Stuff.

Okay.

Hey.
Ooh, cargo pants.

Don't mess with this white guy.

Yeah, I feel
like most weed dealers

just wear sweatpants
and slides, but...

Not a weed dealer.
Mickey!

Shut the fuck up.
I'm coming.

-The fuck you doing?
-Coffee.

-We gotta go. We're late.
Okay.

We'll get coffee on the way.

Oh, my G--stop nagging me!

-How am I nagging you?
-You're talking.

-Definitely married.
-Shut the fuck up.

-You shut the fuck up too.

Hey, I gotta do some laundry.
You want anything washed?

No, I'm good.

Mm, how about these?

Uh, yeah, sure.

When you take your photo
with Queen Justice,

will you give it to me?

No!
No?

But I really want it.

No!

No?
Please.

Hey, are these yours?

Uh, yeah, thanks.

Do you own a car?

Yeah.
Why?

I don't know. You've never
mentioned it before.

I own a car.

Where is it?

It's parked on the street.

Okay.

Would you like to see it?

No, I don't need to see it.
I just think it's weird

that you've never mentioned it
before.

It's really not.

rock music

And here's another one.

Damn if the boys in this family
don't love wearing costumes.

Can I just shoot her already?

Well, you better
make sure it's fatal.

Come at the king,
you'd best not miss.

Yeah, don't you worry.

Two to the chest,
one to the head,

just like they taught us
in the academy.

All right.

Well, I gotta run.

You guys have fun today.

-You too.
Bye, Franny.

Y'all been served!

Oh!

The Milkoviches
are killing me.

Jeez, you look terrible.
You even sleep?

I can't sleep. They throw shit
at my window all night.

Ugh.
I'm sorry.

And that stupid racist dog.

They trained it to bark
my name.

He's not barking your name.

Don't worry about it.
You'll have the whole house

to yourself today.
Just take a nap.

Wait.

You're leaving me here
by myself?

Sorry, dude.
I gotta work.

You'll be fine.
Just go back to sleep.

Okay, come on, Franny.
Let's go.

Let's put you
in your Queen Justice costume.

Y'all been served!

Barkeep, a beer and a glass
of tomato juice, please.

Ha-ha! Hungover?

Of course,
but that's not why.

I tried to ignore
the Milkovich hot spot,

but yet again,
science wins.

Pretending a virus isn't real
doesn't make it harmless.

Here's an idea.
Why don't you talk to them?

We tried.
-No, you tried to trick them.

I'm saying talk to them.

Listen to their concerns.

Express your concerns.

Have an actual conversation.

V, you act like these
are human beings.

Well, nothing else has worked.

It's worth a shot.

Oh, Jesus, I don't know
what's more toxic,

their filth
or your optimism.

What's up
with the fancy outfit?

-Parole hearing?
-No.

I like to look nice for men
who have nothing better to do

than sit in a bar all day.

Alderman sent over
a list of people

who didn't vote
in the last election,

so I am going door-to-door

to get them to the polls.

You can skip my house.
I'll be here.

Black people.

We need to get
this rent control bill passed

so Black people can afford
to stay in the neighborhood.

Tell them to stop paying rent.

That's what the Milkoviches do.

Where do people like that
come from in the first place?

The South.

Once they realized

they had to start
picking the cotton,

they migrated to the Midwest

to take part
in our industrial economy.

No, the Milkovich clan
came here from Poland

after the Polish-Russian War.

For some reason,
when white people lose a war,

they all move to Chicago.

All right, Frank.
You ready?

Can't you do it?

No.
Come on, we're a team.

-Who've never won a game.
Exactly.

That's why the Milkoviches
will listen to us.

We're relatable.
We're not Jordan and Pippen.

We're Tommy and Kermit.

I'm surprised
they didn't ask you

to coach the Bulls.

-Come on.
Fine.

Let's get this over with.

Yo!

Oh, shit, shit. Shit.

I told them not to put it up
before ten.

I'm sorry you had to find out
like this, man.

I was definitely gonna tell you
before the sign went up.

-What, so this is for real?

Oh, hey, Tami.
How's it going?

You know, I got a letter
in the mail last week

from this guy, uh, Larry.

I called him back,
and he told me,

you know, what he thought
I'd get for the house.

You know how it is these days.

You gotta scrape together
whatever you can, man.

That doesn't mean
you can kick people

out of their fucking houses.

I know, look,
you put a lot of work

-in the place.
-Yeah.

And I told you
I'll reimburse you,

you know, for the repairs
and the labor.

Damn right, you will,
but now we got

-a bigger problem.
Yeah.

Like where we're gonna live.

If it sells, you'll have
plenty of time

to find another place.

The guy said it'll be in escrow
for, like, 60 to 90 days.

Either way, man,
it's a dick move.

I know, man.
I'm sorry.

I needed the money.

Hey, you mind if I go inside?

I told Larry here
I'd take some pictures,

you know, for the website.

Yeah, we mind.

No, no, no.

It's all right.
Just go ahead.

Man, I'm sorry, Lip.

Yeah, yeah.

Shit.

Fuck.

I don't care
if that bitch owns the house.

He can't just kick us out.

I mean, what's it say
in the lease?

Lease?

Yeah.
We should look at it,

see how much notice
he has to give us.

Yeah, no, I mean,
there-there's not a lease.

You know, it was more
of a, uh...

handshake kind of agreement.

You're kidding.

Nope.

Jesus, Lip.

A handshake?
Oh, my God.

Fucking South Siders.
I...

So Milton can just kick us out
tomorrow if he feels like it?

But he-he won't, okay?

Uh, he just put
a "For Sale" sign

in the yard, so...

Look, I will talk to him,
all right?

If he still wants to sell,
we will find another place,

or...

I mean, we could even maybe buy
our own place.

With what?

Ah, the money I'm gonna get
from the bike,

whatever Milton gives us
for the repairs,

and then, you know,
what you bring in

from the salon,
that could be enough

for a down payment.

Hey, come on.

You know,
we'll go look at some places.

I don't know.
Could be fun.

-Yeah.
-Oh.

Hey, neighbors.

What you got there?

Found a deer last night
on the side of the road.

After I, uh, hit it
with my truck.

Jackpot.

So you're gonna...
cook it?

That's the plan.

Can't let it go to waste.

Course not.
Fresh roadkill, you kidding?

So Frank and I were thinking,
now that we're neighbors,

uh, it might be a good time
to have a chat.

About what?

Just, you know,
how to be a good neighbor.

What could we do better?

Maybe there are things
that you can do better

or-or just not do.

W-what Kev's trying to say is,

we're gonna do things
that bother you,

and you'll do things
that bother us.

That's America.

Freedom and boundaries
don't mix.

I get it.

But if we know

the things that bother
our neighbors,

maybe we don't do them...

anymore.

Everybody wins.

Yeah, okay, I get it.

-Sammy?
-Makes sense.

Ready?

Yeah, do it.

rock music

God!

Yeah!

Yeah!

-Yeah!
-Cool.

Well, I think
that about covers it.

Frank, anything?

No, I feel like
we're on the same page.

Okay, great.
You guys take care.

Huh?

Hey, this one looks
pretty good.

That is, uh, Milton's house.

We live there.

Oh.
Shit.

$299,000?

What?
No.

No, no one's gonna pay that.

-Can I help you?
-Yeah.

$300,000 for a house
on the South Side?

Please, like,
who has that kind of money?

Actually, there are already
multiple offers.

What?

All at or above list.

There's gonna be a bidding war,
sight unseen.

A bidding war
on the South Side?

$300,000, yeah.

So much for talking Milton
out of selling.

Yeah, no shit.

Looking to buy a house?

Uh, doubt it.

I mean, I didn't realize
the South Side

was a seller's market.

What about this one?
It's only $110,000.

bluesy rock music

Yeah, it's not bad.

Can we check this one out?

Uh, of course.
Anytime.

Oh.

What?

Nothing.
Uh...

yeah, no, I just, uh--

I gotta go to BornFree, um,

but, you know,
we can check it out at lunch.

-That work?
-Yeah.

-Meet you there.
Cool.

You want to come in?
Okay.

This tracker says Sandy's at
some random apartment building.

Is that where she lives?

Mama, out!

low rock music

Sorry, Franny.

I don't even know
where she lives.

All right,
where's the next cash pickup?

Uh, Green Gate, then over to...

Herbal Care.

Herbal Care?

That's a new one.
Where's it at?

Yo, could you
not ignore me, please?

-Hello!
-What?

-Where's Herbal Care?
-It's, uh--

I-I don't know.
I think we're being followed.

We're not being followed, man.
It's called traffic.

No, this guy's been behind us
since we left the grow house.

"Oh, I think we're being
followed, man!"

Yeah, and I'm the one
who fucking nags, right?

Oh, come on.
I'm just giving you shit.

-Fuck!

-Shit.
-Fuck!

I fucking told you.

Well, congratulations.

You were right.
You happy?

We gotta run.

Out, now.

Shit.

Now!

All right.
God damn it.

bass guitar music

-Oh.
-Move!

Fuck!

Calm down, tough guy.

I will shoot you in the nuts!

Lou?

-You know this guy?
Shut up.

Ain't nobody here named Lou.

I can see the fucking tattoo
on your hand says Lou.

Shit.

-What's up, Mickey?
You're an idiot.

That's what's up.

Can we go now?
I got shit to do, man.

Afraid not.

I'm your cousin, asshole.

Give me my bags.
Get the fuck out of the way.

Sorry, man.
We got a job to do.

Oh, you got a job?
I do too, bitch.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Is that an airsoft pistol?

No.

That's an airsoft gun.

I can see where you painted

over the orange tip
of the barrel.

Can you not afford a real gun?

No, I-I have a real gun.
It's just...

if I get caught with it,
I go to prison, and some people

are very uncomfortable
with that.

We're on parole!
We're on parole.

Well, now I feel bad.

Tell you what.

Since you're family,

we're only gonna take, uh,

1,000 bucks.

All right?

Can't leave empty-handed,
you know.

We got mouths to feed.

No, uh, yeah, thank you
for being so fucking generous.

You're welcome.

Hey. I'll see you
at Thanksgiving.

Yeah, okay.
Fuck you.

Unbelievable.

There goes our profit
for the week.

Don't make this shit
like it's my fault.

I'm not blaming you.
I'm just saying.

You're just saying
that we should've had

-a real fucking gun...
-I'm just saying...

-...like I've been saying...
-...it's your inbred...

-...from the fucking beginning!
-...Polack fucking family.

We are--

Thank you for coming.

Damn shoplifters

-took a bunch of stuff.
-Mm.

That's one of them right there.

-The others ran away.
-Mm.

How'd you catch him?

Pepper spray.

Okay, and then you
tied him to a rack

using belts.

Exactly.

I like your style.

What's your name?

-Saquon.
Mm.

-Pepper spray burn, don't it?
-No.

No?
Oh, you a tough guy.

Okay.
All right.

Well, just so you know...

...it only gets worse
from here.

-Ow, you're hurting me.
-Move your ass.

-Come on, Gallagher.
-Come on, lady.

Instead of shoplifting,

how about you lift
some damn weights?

One thing
food.

Hey.
Look, it's cute.

So you know this house?

Of course.

Then you know
why it's so cheap.

Yeah.

But, uh, she doesn't.

I'd like to keep it that way.

Not gonna get
an argument from me.

Thing's been
on the market for years.

You coming?

Yep.
See what we got.

Officer Gallagher,
can you do me a favor?

Yes, ma'am.

In the trunk,
there's a machete.

You mind bringing it
to me, please?

A machete?

Yeah, my machete.

-See it?
Uh, yeah.

You ever been
to Iraq, Saquon?

-No.
-No?

Ooh, I loved it over there.

I did not wanna come home.

Now, in Iraq,

you steal,
you don't go to jail.

Nah, they cut off your hand.

Punishment fits the crime, see?

-Leesie...
-Gallagher,

don't just stand there.
Come here.

Keep this bitch from squirming.

It's gonna take a couple hacks
for this hand to come off.

dramatic oud and drum
music

Here we go.

Hey.
Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Look at me.

This was just a warning.

I catch you stealing again,

this hand's coming off.

Go home.
Change your pants.

Scared Straight
ain't got nothing on my shit.

How'd it go?
Did you bury the hatchet?

The virus has mutated.

You okay, baby?
What's wrong?

So much.
So much is wrong.

I don't know.
You think?

I thought we got to a pretty
good place there at the end.

What happened?

Well, one of them
was skinning a deer,

and then the other one
was branding himself.

What?

Right in their front yard.

-We have to move.
-We're not moving.

It's like living next
to the Manson family, V.

The blood?

I gotta get back out
to finding Black folks.

That's the only thing
that's gonna fix this.

Get out the vote.

This is our home, not theirs.

If anyone's moving, it's them.

Maybe this is it,

the final stop

white trash.

In the end,

we'll all be Milkoviches.

low bass music

Six shots of vodka

Three bottles of wine

And I don't know
where I am

Five seconds,
I need a moment

When I stare
into space

Let's roll

Find common ground

Yeah, yeah, yeah

-Now she's at a restaurant.
-Y'all been served!

A restaurant,
an apartment building.

What's next, Sandy,
a truck stop bathroom?

Lots of closet space,
built-ins.

Floors are in great shape.

I love this bannister.

Mm-hmm.

Oh.

Oh, there's
a great backyard too.

There's even a tire swing!

Oh, my God.
Fred would love that one day.

Oh, yeah.

Hey, what's in this room?

This room?
Oh, it's so weird.

It's-it's locked.
Oh, well.

They've been doing
some work in there.

Fumes are real strong.

-There you go.
-Hmm.

Well, what do you think?

Yeah, maybe.

"Yeah, maybe"?

It's only $110,000.
We could own a house.

The seller
would probably be willing

to come down from that.

You said come-come down
from $110,000?

And they're prepared
to finance

with only five percent down.

Why is it so cheap?

It's been on the market
for a while.

The electrical's
never been updated.

The kitchen and bathrooms
need work.

That's why.

Well, you could fix
that stuff,

just like you did
at Milton's place.

I'm not an electrician,
but, uh,

we could ask Tommy
if he'd come take a look,

see how much it might cost
to get updated.

Is that a baby?

Mm, no, no.

I think that was
a-a cat outside, right?

Well, we should get going.

Unfortunately,
I have another appointment.

Yep.

So, uh, let's go talk
to Tommy, huh?

Yeah, uh, but don't you
have to get back to work?

I'll call Brad.
He'll understand.

Okay.

cheerful music

Miss Rose.
I love Miss Rose.

Da.

What the hell?
You're not Miss Rose.

Miss Rose moved to Glenwood.

I bought the house from her.

Guess I need
to update my list.

Can I talk to you
about the upcoming election?

-Sure.
-We need people

to get out and vote
for the rent control bill.

-Vote for it?
-Yes.

I'm totally against it.

Why?

I own a couple
of apartment buildings here.

When is the election again?

I wouldn't wanna miss it.

Mmm!
God, I love queso.

You can't find this shit
in a real Mexican restaurant.

You gotta go
to a Tex-Mex joint.

You know, you were kind of hard
on that kid earlier.

Oh, you mean the punk
that I let go free?

I'm pretty sure he's never
gonna shoplift again.

Look, you're not
from around here.

That's not always how it works.

That kid,
he was just acting tough.

Now he's gonna grow up
hating cops.

Let me ask you something,
Gallagher.

What kind of cop
you wanna be?

-I wanna be--
-Shut up! That was rhetorical.

I'ma tell you exactly what kind
of cop you gonna be.

The true-blue kind,

the kind who has my back,
no matter what.

You question the way
I police my neighborhood

one more time,
you and me's gonna have words,

and by "words," I mean
I will fuck you up.

We clear?

-Yes, ma'am.
-Good.

What's up?

I need you to pick me up.

What? No.

I'm working, man.
I have a job.

I'll ride with you
in the cop car.

No, you can't ride around
with us in the cop car.

-Who's that?
-It's my little brother.

No, he can't ride around
with us.

Yeah, I know.
Where are you?

On the streets,
where it's safe.

All right, go to The Alibi.

I'll pick you up there later.
All right?

Bye.

Now it says
she's at some place

called Ends Meet.

What the hell is Ends Meet?

That's a strip club.

What?
It is?

Why would Sandy
be at a strip club?

-Is she a stripper?
-No.

Uh...

I don't know.
Maybe.

Mama.

Mama.

Maybe she just
wanted a lap dance.

Yeah, yeah, sure.

Hopefully
that's all she wanted.

Ends Meet
is a full-service club,

if you know what I mean.

What, like they sell drugs?

Mama.
-What, Franny?

How much longer?

I don't know, Franny.
Be patient.

They sell everything.

Place is
a straight-up ho house.

How do you know?

My daughter
used to work there.

She's a ho.

Shit.

I fly

bluesy rock music

Till I close my eyes

I just fly

Oh, the sky

I should've kept you

In the sky...

Oh!
Something on your mind?

-Milkoviches.
-You too?

What'd they do?

It was a head,

an animal's head, upstairs.

Jesus Christ.

That's it!

No more conversation.

No more good-neighbor charade.

The only way to get through
to these people

is to whack that bitch.

What bitch?

The host, Old Lady McCurdy.

She's gotta go.

Once she's dead,

the house will go
to the next of kin,

and they'll evict
the Milkoviches.

Frank, you can't kill
Mrs. McCurdy.

We have to!

We've got to kill the host.

Otherwise, the Milkoviches
will live there forever.

Are you in or not?

Oh, I am most definitely
not in.

I-I get you.
That's...that's smart.

No, Frank, I'm not kidding.
I'm not in.

No, I-I hear you.
You're "not in."

Obviously,
you don't hear me,

because you put "not in"
in quotes.

The problem is,
the Milkoviches

aren't gonna let us
just walk in and kill her.

We gotta find a way to get them
away from the house.

Frank, there's no us.

There's no we.

I thought we were a team!

Yeah, well, we were,
and now we're not.

Unbelievable.

Once again,
it is up to Frank Gallagher

to save the damn neighborhood.

V's actually saving
the neighborhood.

Oh, really?
How?

By going door-to-door
handing out flyers?

Wait, that could work.

What?

Huh.

Hello, gay relatives.

Weed's here.

Hey, you're lucky
the guys who robbed us

only wanted the cash.

Can you--
no one's gonna hire us

if everyone knows
we got robbed.

You guys got robbed?

I guess the word's out

we're hauling large amounts
of cash.

Yeah, sorry about that.

Beer's on me.

It's your fucking family, man.

He's not my family, all right?
He's, like, my...

third cousin or whatever.

Yeah, well, we can't use
the SUV anymore

'cause your third cousin knows
what it's being used for.

He'll rob us every day.

Not if we're carrying.

What were you gonna do,
get in a gunfight

-in the middle of Ashland?
-Yes, that sound great.

I'll shoot the shit
out of that little fucker.

No, what we're gonna need
is a new ride.

Uh!

With your bad self

Say it loud

I'm Black, and I'm proud

Say it loud

- I'm Black, and I'm proud

Look a-here

Some people say
we got a lot of malice

Some say
it's a lot of nerve

But I say
we won't quit moving

Until we get
what we deserve

We've been 'buked

And we've been scorned

We've been treated bad,
talked about

As sure as you born

Just as sure as it take
two eyes to make a pair

Brother, we can't quit

Until we get our share

Say it loud

I'm Black, and I'm proud

Say it loud

I'm Black, and I'm proud

One more time,
say it loud...

Where are
all the Black people?

-Can I get a bag for these?
-Sure thing.

Guys, check it out.

Unite the Right rally
up at Garfield Park.

Oh, man.
-Hell yeah!

There you go.

Thank you.

Thank you, brother.

This neighborhood
is definitely going to shit.

Hey.

Hey.
-There he is.

So, uh, Tommy,
we were thinking

of buying this house.

Okay.

And I was wondering

if you would take a look
at the electrical.

All right?
It's pretty ancient, you know?

You might see
what needs to be done,

help us bring down the price
a little.

Happy to.
Where is it?

-It's on Corbin.
-Yeah.

It's, uh...927 Corbin.

Mm-hmm.

Nine-two-seven Corbin?

Hey, Tommy, think you can
do it right now?

-Sure, I guess.
-Okay, let's go.

-Wait a minute.
Huh?

No, sorry, Kev.
We're in a rush, and--

That's the house.

The house?
No, it's not.

Yeah, the house
from the movie.

What movie?

Yeah, wow,
they shot a movie there?

-That-that's cool.
No, no, no.

The movie's about what happened
in real life at the house.

Come on, Lip.
You know the story.

-Kev...
-What story?

Ten years ago,
a family lived there.

One day, the father
comes back from work,

finds his wife
and his three kids

hanging from a bannister
in the hallway,

gutted like pigs.

Oh, my God.

Mm-hmm.

That's awful.

Wait. Lip, did you know this?

How did you not know
about this?

The father moved
to Wisconsin

to start a new life,
but he never sold the house.

Finally came back
a couple years ago,

hung himself

from the big oak tree
in the backyard.

-The one with the tire swing?
Yep.

That house has been abandoned
ever since.

It's haunted.

No, it's not haunted.

Tami, come on.

Look, it's got
a great backyard,

and it's near a park.

Creepiest thing...

Oh, good, he's got more.

...family was named Slaughter.

They called it
the Slaughter house

before the murders.

I mean...

Tami, let's take
one more look at the house,

and if it freaks us out,

we'll walk away.

It does have
a great backyard.

Yes, yes, it does.

Yeah.
Okay.

Great.
All right.

What the fuck?

-So, uh, what happened

to the whole
"walk the straight and narrow,

don't break the law" bullshit?

Yeah, that was before
we got robbed.

-Uh-huh.
-Here we go.

Uh, hi, hi.
Oh, thank God.

Uh, it's my grandma.

She's having chest pains
and vertigo.

Her blood pressure's
through the roof.

Okay, okay.
Calm down.

-Where is she right now?
-Uh, fifth floor.

-Okay.
-But my cousin's up here.

Thanks.

Thank you.
Ah, but please hurry.

-Let's go.
-Thank you.

upbeat rock music

All right, move it.

They're probably already
on the elevator.

God, I'm good.

Finally, a Black woman.

-Hi.

I am so happy
to see you.

My name is Veronica,

and I'm going
around the neighborhood,

talking to people like you,

just reminding you
to get out and vote

in the upcoming election.

If every Black person
from the South Side voted,

we could get
rent control passed

and stop our Black families
from being forced to move.

What election?

The local election.

The rent control bill
is on the ballot,

and we could really use
your support.

Russia decides
who wins elections.

The whole thing's rigged.

I don't think Russia
gets involved

in the local elections.

Your vote, my vote matter.

To think it doesn't
gives other people the power

to make decisions for us.

Sometimes we have to--

You know, the real enemy
is Obama.

Excuse me?

That damn presidential library
he's building

is gonna make property taxes
go through the roof,

get rid of affordable housing,

1,000 acres' worth,

and it's gonna cost taxpayers
$5 billion.

The Obama Presidential Center

is going to be
privately funded.

By rich white people

trying to make themselves
feel better

about 400 years of oppression.

It's how Obama got elected
in the first place.

Where do you get
your news, woman?

We need South Siders
like President Obama

and his beautiful, badass
Nubian wife queen

to move back
to the South Side.

Obama's from Kenya.

Okay.

Here you go.
Thanks for coming out.

-Hi there.
-Oh, my God, she's still there.

I thought that she was too busy
to hang out with us today

because she had stuff to do,
yet she spent the whole day

at the damn strip club.

-Mama?
-What?

How much longer?

What the hell
is taking so long?

What are these people doing?

rock music

Excuse me.
I'm so sorry. Hi.

Excuse me, miss.
You can't just--

-Hi there. I'm so sorry.
-Hold on. Hold on.

You see, my daughter...
she has stage IV cancer,

and, uh, we applied
for the Make-A-Wish Foundation,

but there's
a three-year wait list,

and we just don't have
the time for that.

-So yeah, this is Franny.
-Hi, Franny. How are you?

There we go.
Do your line, Franny.

-Y'all been served!
-You been served!

We have to go
to a doctor's appointment now.

-Thank you so much.
-All right, bye-bye.

Hey, pal.
-Don't touch my gate, drunk.

I'm surprised you're not
already up at the rally.

What rally?

Unite the Right rally
up in Garfield Park.

If there was
a Unite the Right rally,

I'd know about it.

Some kids down the street
were passing these out.

It looks like some sort

of spontaneous protest.

Let me see.

Like a flash mob
for racists.

"Unite the Right rally,

Garfield Park, 5 p.m.,

free American pizza, BYOT"?

Torches?

I'm in.

Dust off
the tiki torches, boys.

We got plans tonight.

Ah.

Whoo!

God, I miss this.

Having fun, huh?

-I am.
-Uh-huh.

-Mm-hmm.
-Yeah?

You think that's a good idea,

considering we just stole
this motherfucker?

Turn that shit off.

I'm gonna call Debbie
and tell her we need her help

making some modifications.

Hey, does this mean I get
to carry a real gun now?

Hell yeah,

and I need one too,

and not some pansy-ass handgun,
all right?

If someone fucks with me,
I want them staring

down the gaping maw
of a 12-gauge shotgun.

Holy shit, I'm hard.

That may be the hottest thing
I've ever heard you say.

rock music

Oh, hell yeah.

Yup, yup.

-Gonna have to be a quickie.
-Not a problem.

-Oh!
-Oh, shit!

Fuck.

Alive?

Yeah, I'd hope not.

Probably taking him
to the morgue

when they took our call.

Wonder how he died.

Who gives a shit?
What do we do with him?

Uh, can't take him
to the emergency room.

It's too risky.

Okay, so dumpster.

Come on, man,
I took an oath.

What oath says you can't dump
a body in a dumpster?

Ah, shit.

Look at my eyes, Gallagher.

Always scanning
like a damn Cylon.

-Gallagher.
-[dispatch] All units, 211,

44100 Western Avenue.

Suspect still on the premises.

Juvenile African American,
age ten to 12.

It's the clothing store again.

Hmm, another little Black kid?

Surely Saquon
ain't that stupid.

If he is, I'm gonna rain down
on that little bastard.

Get your ass in the truck.
Come on, let's go.

Tommy, Timmy,
get in the truck.

Fucking Proud Boys
will get all the free pizza.

-Come on, let's go, boy!
-Whoo!

Yeah! Whoo!

Let's do this.

All right!

rock music

He's still in there.

Same motherfucker as before,
and this time, he's got a gun.

-Uh-huh.
-Should we call for backup?

Oh, stop being
such a little bitch.

Damn it, Gallagher.

-You got my back or what?
-Yes, ma'am.

Okay, so go round to the alley.

Make sure that they don't
get out in the back.

I'm going in the front.

Coming for you, Saquon!

I hope you don't like
playing guitar!

energetic music

Shit.
What the hell happened?

Bitch pointed his gun at me,

so I took cover,
and I fell on...

fell on my machete.

Where'd he go?

He ran out.

All right.
Dispatch, 19.

Officer needs
medical attention

over at 44100 Western Ave,
over.

Do not tell anyone
that I fell.

You tell them that, um,

I got attacked
by an 18-year-old with a blade.

Goddamn.

So you mean don't tell them

you literally brought a knife
to a gunfight.

Gallagher!

Don't worry, Sergeant.
I got your back.

You poor woman.

It'll all be over soon.

Say hello to your husband
for me.

Jesus fucking Christ.

What the fuck?

You still alive?

hip-hop music

I'm back

We're never gonna find
another place this cheap.

Because no one wants
to live in a murder house.

No, I do.

You knew this whole time,
didn't you?

Son of a bitch.

Look, what other options
do we have, Tami, all right?

If we wanna buy a house...

this is it.

Hey, can we see in this room?

Hey, this is nice.

This was the nursery.

Hold up.

One of the children
that was...

Murdered.

-...was a baby?
Yes.

Hey, why do they keep
the, uh, door locked?

Some people claim
when they're in here,

they can hear a baby crying.

That's...ridiculous.

Can we have a minute?

You...don't believe
in ghosts, do you?

Yeah, of course not.

Right.
Me neither.

Wait, do you hear that?

Hear what?

-Nothing.
-Nothing.

Yeah, okay.

-So sad shit happened here.
-Yeah.

But that was a long time ago.

Hey, you know,
once the sellers find out

that we know what happened,

I mean, they'll lower the price
even more.

And everybody's so terrified
of this house,

you know, we'll never have
to worry

about people trying
to break in, and...

Yeah, we won't even have
to lock the doors.

No, it's the safest house
in the neighborhood.

You know, I...

I think we can make it work.

Fuck it.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.
-Let's do it.

Hey.

Thanks for picking me up.

Pretty cool you get
to drive around

in a police car all day.

I don't normally drive,
but my partner

had an accident today.

All right, I gotta go,
but I'll see you later.

Please don't leave me here
all alone.

The Milkoviches
wanna kill me,

and their dog barks my name,

and he's now barking
the N-word.

-Dogs can't bark-talk.

Guess I gotta go away
for a little while,

till things settle down.

All right.

I got something for you.
Come on.

You put me down right now!

Right now!
Put me down!

I just wanna talk to her!

She's not here!

Get the hell out of here.

God!
Fine, fine.

Damn it!
Ah!

God fucking--

You do not know
who you're fucking with.

Mama?

Hi, baby.

Mama's so sorry.

Let's go home, baby.

Been saving this for you.

Whoa.

It's a good training wheel gun.

I mean, you'll need to upgrade
by the time you're 13,

but this'll do for now.

So safety's here.

Clip holds eight,
plus one in the chamber.

Single-action blowback.

Point and shoot,
just like Call of Duty.

Remember, you gotta keep this
locked up

when you're not using it
so Franny doesn't play with it.

Okay?

I got something to do.

I'll be back in a little bit.

Oh, it's okay if you shoot
a Milkovich.

No one cares.

rock music

Uh, give me your shirt.

What? No.
I like this shirt.

Ooga booga

Fine.

Uh...

Yeah.

Good.

Should we, um,

-say a few words?
-Yeah, "bye."

Come on, come on.
Let's go.

Ooga booga

Nice shoes.
Where'd you get those?

Those are dope.
I like those.

Hey, Saquon.

Let me talk to you
for a sec--

Of course.

Dumbass.

Dang.

You are one predictable
little shit, aren't you?

Hey, don't shoot me.

Okay?
I'm actually doing you a favor.

Come here.

Yeah, I used to take
the same route too.

Alley behind the school,
through the dry cleaner's,

then the O'Neils' backyard,
over the St. Agnes wall,

through the gate behind
the Family Dollar to freedom.

Right out
of the South Side playbook.

Now, who do you think took
the lock off this gate, huh?

Am I going to jail?

Look, I'm not
gonna bring you in.

That shit with the machete
was way outta line.

But you gotta get rid of that
gun and also do me a favor.

Like what?

-You know Miss June, right?
-Yeah.

All right,
she's always selling squares

over on Benson
in front of the liquor store.

Make sure no one messes
with her or her friends,

and I'll make sure
no one messes with you.

Deal?

All right.

Doesn't work?
Mm.

What about the cloud?

Do you have, like, a cloud link
that you could send us?

No, we don't have
anything like that.

Okay, um...

Yo!

It's looking like, uh,

Tami and I are buying a house.

What?

I wouldn't.

What are you talking about?

Our new owners, uh,

Patrick and Dante...

Yeah.

...are making some changes.

What, uh-what kind of changes?

They're reducing your hours,

everybody's hours,

and they're kicking everybody
down to minimum wage.

Jesus Christ.

This day keeps getting
better and better.

W-what, they want us to quit,
or...

They think they're doing us
a favor.

Apparently
most of the new shops

pay per project,
not by the hour.

I'm gonna talk to them.

Lip, I don't think you should--

Hey, man,
I'm just gonna talk to them.

It's all good.
It's all good.

Hey.

What's up?

You're, uh-
you're cutting my hours?

Just a short-term thing till
we can pull in more revenue.

Oh, uh, and you're making us
work for minimum wage, right?

So how about one or the other,
right?

Otherwise,
we're all kind of fucked.

There are plenty of
really good builders out there

who don't have jobs who'd take
that deal in a second.

Oh, there are plenty
of really good builders here,

you know, who've been here
a lot longer than you have,

who work their asses off
every day.

You know, if anything,
they deserve a raise.

You work your ass off?

You've been gone since lunch.

Well, Brad knew where I was.

I was gonna work tonight.

Any other feedback?

No.

Cool, 'cause your ass is fired.

-What the fuck?
-What?

Last thing I need
is some blue-collar bad boy

subjecting me to a bunch
of working-class jibber-jabber.

Hmm.

-Oh, shit.
-Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Dude!

-What the fuck, man?
-Fuck you!

He's not worth it.

He's not worth it.

Fuck!

Jesus.

-You okay, man?

What the fuck
is wrong with you?

You went to Ends Meet?

Are you a prostitute?

-No.
-Are you a stripper?

-No.
-A drug dealer?

I-I mean, not anymore.

What the fuck is this about?

Why are you acting
so crazy?

Why were you at a-a strip bar

and-and a restaurant
and some random

sketchy apartment, huh?

Did you follow me around
all day?

No.
I...

I put Franny's tracker
in your bag.

W...

why would you
fucking do that?

Because this morning

when I found out
that you have a car,

I realized that I don't know
anything about you.

Oh, my fucking God.

You are a psycho.

I mean, what do you do
every day?

Where do you live?

I don't know shit.

I bartend at Ends Meet,

and I drive for Postmates.

That's what I do all day.

You wanna know where I live?

I bounce around
and crash on people's couches,

but I basically live in my car.

Once the virus
shut the city down,

there was no fucking work.

Do you remember that?

I couldn't pay rent.

I-I didn't know.

Yeah, that's 'cause
I didn't want you to know.

I'm sorry.

How are we supposed
to be in a relationship

-if you don't trust me?

Are we in a relationship?

[person] Sandy!

-Who's that?
-Sandy!

It's my fucking husband.

Sandy, I know you're in there!

Your what?

-I gotta go.
-What?

I'll-I'll explain
everything later.

Go to fucking hell, Royal!

Sandy,
you just can't run away!

Fuck!

rock music

Hey, baby.
How'd it go?

It's damn depressing.

Most of the Black people
are gone.

The ones that are still there
are dumb shits.

How am I supposed
to get out the vote

when most of the vote
has gone to Yorkville?

Hey.
So did you do it?

Do what?

It.

What are you talking about?

Mrs. McCurdy.

You said you were
going to...you know.

I never said that.

What kind of a sick--

...kill her.

Oh, right.

Yes.
Oh, I tried.

-What happened?
-I pulled the plug,

but she didn't die.

In fact, I had to fight her.

The woman
is full of surprises.

Slight build
but Bruce Lee strong.

So, what, that's it?
You're just gonna give up?

What do you want me to do,
stab her?

I'm not a monster.

[reporter] We begin
with tonight's top story.

An impromptu
Unite the Right rally

in Garfield Park results
in dozens of arrests.

[reporter] When protesters
showed up to stop the rally,

things escalated quickly,
leading to violence...

I am poor...

unemployed, and pretty soon,

I'm gonna be homeless.

How long you been sober for?

About two and a half years.

Almost six months for me.

You know, in the old days,

if that shit had happened,

I'd be at BornFree right now,

stealing everything in sight.

Really?

See, old Lip,

he wasn't
the, uh, upstanding citizen

that he is today.

Well, that's a shame.

You still got the keys?

Yeah.

Get the fuck out of here!

I'm gonna get you!

-No!
-You hear me?

Not today, rednecks!

hip-hop music

They ask me,
"LV, where you been at?"

I been runnin'
through the jungle

It's not safe
to come and get that

Selling trap hits
by the bundle

I know trials
and convictions

That's the lion
of the system

If he lyin',
then we get him

Sellin' classics
like a smuggle...

-Oh!

I gotta piss
like a racehorse.

Fuck your luck,
poppin' 'shrooms

That's Cap'n Crunch
we eat for lunch...

Oh.

"LV, where you been at?"

I been runnin'
through the jungle

It's not safe
to come and get that

Selling trap hits
by the bundle

I know trials
and convictions

That's the lion
of the system

If he lyin',
then we get him

Sellin' classics
like a smuggle

They ask me to change,
I stay in my ways

The jungle is searching,
purple is the rain...

Help.

Niggas try run our sound
like a bike

- Hold up
- Fresher than a Tic Tac

Hold up, nigga, get back

You don't wanna
click-clack-boom

This a mismatch,
write it in the dispatch

Riding in a pitch-black,
feeling like the reaper

And I'm finna bring
this bitch back

- Whoo
- Y'all ain't ready

I been plottin on this shit
since I was seven

I was tryna give a sermon
like a reverend

I'ma make sure I die a
motherfucking legend, nigga

Who you know who got
the flow as me?

Write it down
and scratch it out for me

My shit is gold
like this is alchemy

Fucking hos
right on the balcony

Popping shit
like it was out of style

Watch my wrist,
the time is on the dial

Papa said,
"Don't ever go to trial"

It's a lot of motherfuckers
who won't see me now

But hey, that's how it go

Life is a bitch,
you know bitches turn cold

My name LV,
Last Verse for you hos