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♪ Head above water I'm making a way ♪

♪ It's the first of the month And the bills ain't paid ♪

♪ I'm saying Man, this feeling's like Good Times ♪

♪ Yeah Man, this feeling's like Good Times ♪

♪ Keep my family close Pick me up when I'm low ♪

♪ Hold me down on this road And I'mma bring us back home again ♪

♪ Man, this feeling's like Good Times Yeah ♪

♪ Man, this feeling's like Good Times ♪

♪ And today I'mma get out my way, Momma ♪

♪ They try to spray But the spirit kept me safe, Momma ♪

♪ Again Man, this feeling's like Good Times ♪

♪ Yeah Man, this feeling's like Good Times ♪

♪ Hustling to survive I'm just doing my job ♪

♪ Feds be blocking my shine But the sun always rises here ♪

♪ Man, this feeling's like Good Times Yeah ♪

♪ Man, this feeling's like Good Times ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

[man] Power.

You either have it, you're trying to get it,

or you're Amish, and you're sitting in the dark,

pissed you ran out of candles.

I hadn't thought much about power until that day.

The day my life changed forever.

Let me take you back to the beginning.

See, my mom is President of the Projects.

And as a famous prophet once said, "With great power comes 99 problems."

Moms was about to experience

the unintended consequences of her newfound power.

I am proud to announce the first city-owned housing community

to have security cameras at all our entrances to keep us safe.

[phone vibrating]

- Hey, Lisa. - Girl.

You watching this Real White Wives of Hockey?

This bitch Meagan told Brittany her greens were salty.

- Brittany slap... - Lisa. I can't talk right now.

You always say that. You starting to sound like my daddy.

I'm at the ribbon-cutting ceremony for the new cameras. Let me call you back.

You act like you too busy for me since you got that little president job.

I've been busy, but that's the job. I promise we'll hook up.

[chuckles] Sorry about that. Donte, where's the scissors?

[whispering]

What do you mean, "Not in the budget"? We can't afford scissors?

[chuckling]

[growling]

[people applauding]

You're doing a good thing for your community.

You didn't give me a choice. What I asked for

was the elevator repaired, not security cameras.

Don't you agree that safety comes first?

You've never heard the saying "safety second."

I haven't.

What good is an elevator if there's no surveillance system

to prevent people from stealing it?

Steal an elevator? How would someone even do that?

Well, with your attitude, they wouldn't.

But they're not you. You're you.

Which is why we're on your side here.

- I didn't know there were sides. - There aren't.

That's the point. You want what's best for the projects.

I want what's best for the residents of the projects.

Of course.

What would the projects be without the residents?

Just real estate.

Which is why we're so concerned about safety.

And nothing else. Seriously.

Nothing else.

[smooth music playing]

[Junior] I know I should be doing a voice-over

about what I'm feeling or what's the next story point,

but this beat is slapping.

[Reggie] I got you a job at Henry's Chicken Shack.

With my cab out of commission, someone's gotta pick up the slack.

It ain't gon' be me!

Hey, what about school? Why aren't you working at Henry's?

We both know school's not for you.

I'm still mourning the death of my cab. Show some respect and go to work.

[Junior] Some of us were struggling with not having any power at all.

Welcome to the first day of the worst job of your life.

You on the bird dunk today, Evans.

Quick advice before the Weight Watchers rush.

Don't let them see you cry, and extra sauce is fifty cents.

No expectations.

You mean "no exceptions." And they say I'm not smart. Whoops!

It's glowing.

[ominous music playing]

[chicken clucking]

- [Junior screaming] - [chicken squawking]

WorldStar! Damn!

You getting two-pieced by a two-piece.

[man laughing]

- [screaming continues] - [squawking continues]

[Junior grunting]

- [squawk] - [panting]

[chicken clucking]

[squawking]

[Junior screaming]

[Junior] Oh, please!

[dramatic music playing]

[knocking]

Who is that?

"I don't know. We didn't invite anybody. I only want you to eat me."

You're right. I'll ignore them.

What you doing opening my door, boy?

You lucky I don't have a permit for my damn gun.

I would've shot your ass and gave you two navels.

"Permit?" This dude.

Mr. Evans, you need to watch your son. I have a personal emergency.

Uh-uh, she got a date.

You just had a date two weeks ago.

Well, at my age, two weeks is two years.

[gasps] I know you didn't just touch my sandwich with those nasty baby hands.

Put my pickle down, boy! Didn't I just say...

[dramatic music playing]

[both screaming]

This is why I don't babysit.

You sure? 'Cause I heard you need a job.

I heard you need a guardian. Ah!

Your diaper days are approaching, old man.

[Reggie grunting]

You threatening me?

Hell yeah, *****.

[screaming]

Let's see you touch your toes. Oh, you can't, huh?

Mimi, take this boy back. I am not watching his ass.

- Damn it! - Fuck!

Now, that's a buffet.

Hurry. The old one might be fat, but he got fast feet.

[women laughing]

[Junior] For others, power just falls in their laps.

I don't know why you got me here.

I'm not about to be a pawn in a surveillance state,

whose primary agenda is the subjugation of people of color.

For too long, Black bodies have been objects of observation,

not equal participants of communication.

Look, Encyclopedia Brown,

I just need you to show me what the buttons do.

You wanna help Black people? Start with your mother.

Okay, fine.

To switch cameras, you click on "Switch Cameras."

- To zoom in, you... - I'm not an idiot. I know how to zoom.

- [upbeat music playing] - [police siren wailing]

[women laughing]

Why is she hanging out with the garden tool, Tina?

"Garden tool"? Mom, when did you start cussing?

Sorry, baby. Tina irks me.

What'd she do?

We were playing Uno, and when I played a draw two,

she played another draw two instead of drawing two like the rules clearly state.

Now that Uno-wrecker is having fun with my best friend,

trying to act like she's her best friend.

- Wait. Where are you going? - Nowhere.

You're leaving me here with this?

- Donte's here. - Is he?

I'll be quick. You mind the shop.

I refuse to look at these screens.

I will not be a party to this kind of flagrant invasion of pri...

Hold on. What is this?

[Junior] There are those who use power as a weapon.

- What's your name, son? - Junior.

[dramatic music playing]

That's assault, Junior.

What? No, I didn't.

Don't resist. You're already going down for assaulting an officer.

That's 50 years to life and another hole in my punch card.

Six more and I get a bump in my pension.

Yeah, eat mace!

Nice try, pigs. I caught you on camera falsifying an arrest.

Oh, no!

An incriminating tape of two police officers?

Whatever will we do?

[laughing] Yeah, you don't happen to have

a cooperative grand jury in your other pocket, do you?

No. But I do have this.

Ah, shit.

Please delete that.

My masculinity is, like, the only thing I have.

Me too. You think I punch walls for fun?

It's my brand.

Gone are the days you harass my people

to compensate for your privileged childhood trauma.

There are cameras everywhere, and I'm watching you.

So, stay out of here, or I'm posting this on Black Twitter.

Not Black Twitter.

I can handle indictment, but memes are for life. Please!

Damn, that felt good! We don't have to fight the power.

Power to the people! We are the world! The revolution will not be televised.

- It will be tweeted! - [Junior] Grey!

My bad.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm all right.

What's this?

Damn, genetically modified for the pathetically modified.

- [sinister music playing] - [women laughing]

- What'd I miss? - Oh. Hey, Bev!

Nah, we was just... Girl, we was just being silly.

Siri, remind me to check the building for gas leaks.

Uh, you wanna go to the movies to see Honey, I Shrunk Madea?

Ooh, nah. I got Bible study tonight.

We did so much sinning, the devil won't look us in the eye.

Girl you kill me!

I wanna sin.

[rats squeaking]

[Junior] Was I such a chicken that now I'm becoming one?

[man] Hey, motherfucker! Run it, or your ass'll end up at a Biggie concert.

I thought Biggie was dead.

He is, fool. The concert would be in heaven, motherfucker.

Damn, you don't be using your critical thinking skills, my G.

- Come on. - [can rattles]

- Hey, who the fuck back there? - [Junior] Hey, fellas.

You shouldn't be robbing people.

Oh, is that right?

Well, how about we just beat your ass instead?

[Junior grunting, groaning]

[Reggie grunts]

[chicken squawking]

[Junior clucking]

[Junior] Cock-a-doodle-do.

- [gasps] What the... - Cluck?

See what I did there? [laughing]

[Junior squawking]

[man grunting]

Here you go, Mr. Lear.

Oh, you can call me Norman.

Holy shit! I can't believe what I just saw.

Being held up is scary.

Never mind that.

I just watched a kid turning into a giant chicken.

As a centenarian, I thought I'd seen everything.

So, what the hell do they call you?

You can call me...

Oh, shit, my eyes! Who the hell was that mother...

Clucker. The Mother Clucker.

[Junior] And just like that, the Mother Clucker crime fighter was born.

Or hatched.

In the meantime, even though Grey was still anti-Big Brother,

she was finding her power being Big Sister.

Look, that mail carrier looks sus. What do you think is in his bag?

- Uh, mail? - Awfully big hat he's wearing.

Wonder why he's hiding his face?

The sun?

I'm gonna call my mom. The security in this building is pathetic.

[Beverly] You've reached Beverly's voicemail. Leave a mess...

How am I gonna keep the projects safe if I can't even see the projects?

That's why I drink myself near blind every night.

That way, I don't have to worry about seeing nothing.

I need to do something.

[camera whirring]

[dramatic music playing]

- I'll just call Whitemen myself. - [phone ringing]

Please hold for projects president Beverly Evans.

Hi, this is Beverly Evans. Why am I calling from my daughter's phone?

[stammering] Well, now that I'm a big shot president,

I can't be bothered with dialing numbers myself.

Even bothering to explain that to you is beneath me.

Let's cut to it. I need more cameras. On the inside this time.

No, for the building.

People's innards can be their own business. [laughs]

At least for now. And when will they be installed?

Oh! That soon?

[machines booting up]

Wow!

Dang, they really care about our safety.

All of a sudden.

Almost as much as I do.

Seriously. It's about safety. And nothing else.

- [Dalvin] What we doing here? - Thanks to you, the house is a mess.

So, either we clean it up, or we hang out someplace

where nobody gives a shit if it's a dump until your mother comes home.

- What I'm supposed to do? - Stand over there and catch.

I... I can't see.

Oh, you gon' see. You wanna sling something?

Have you ever tried slinging a baseball? You can make a lot of money going pro.

And then someday, I can be proud of you.

[Reggie grunting]

Can a G get in on some of this action?

Ooh. On top of everything else, now this?

I swear, no father has ever been more disappointed in his son.

Everybody knows you double down on a hard two.

- He ain't making that shit. - You think so?

They didn't call me Rollin' Reggie for nothing.

Fo sho, double on a hard two then.

Mm-hmm. Take that. Take that. Pop your collar.

Get that paper, son.

Did you... you just call me "son"?

I did, didn't I? Huh.

Suppress those emotions, boy.

You get emotional, and they'll catch you slipping.

[Junior] It was good to see Dalvin and Dad accepting one another.

Meanwhile, I finally decided

it was time to see what these feathers could do.

[tires screeching]

[upbeat music playing]

[woman screaming]

[Junior clucking]

Ooh. You almost missed it. Mr. Johnson's gonna walk in

and catch Mrs. Johnson spread-eagle for Mr. James.

Oh, no, no, no. I can't watch this.

Oh, that's no problem. Let's just go to the reverse angle.

[woman] Henry, calm down. You know we're separated.

Uh-uh. Sucker punch.

My man's was just trying to get his pants on.

I can't look away. Now I understand the Housewives craze.

Oh, damn! Not the cast iron skillet.

- I need your help. - Hey, Ma.

I'm not watching anything. Just doing my job.

I'm your eye in the sky. What do you need?

We're looking for Lisa. Any time between...

Stop! There she is.

I knew she was lying. Those aren't her church clothes.

She ain't showing enough skin.

[gasping] Chicago Mix in their teeth.

She went and saw Honey, I Shrunk Madea without me.

Ma, not flossing doesn't prove guilt.

Otherwise, Junior would be in Cook County. His teeth look like chewed-up candy corn.

You right. I need more proof.

Yeah, yo. What up, my dawg man, dawg dude, dawg?

- Your sister got me patrolling the halls. - Why would Grey have you doing that?

'Cause she's blackmailing me.

- She caught me doing something on camera. - Grey?

Yeah, man, your sister been on one.

- Man, she got this whole building shook. - Skoochie, can you get my mail?

Why can't you get it?

The eyes. The eyes.

[Grey] Hey! Enough malingering in the halls, people. Malingerers!

Be on your way. And may camera angles be in your favor.

[Grey laughing]

[Junior] Forget changing. Grey was spinning out of control.

I need to stop her.

- Oh. Where is it? Where is it? - [man] Where's what?

[screams] Willy! Don't scare me like that. How's Bridget?

She left me for my father. Said he was more worldly.

Took her down to Pei Wei's dumpster for her birthday.

- Bougie. - You don't need her, Willy.

You know how many women would kill for a dive with you?

Not me. Take your hand off my boob.

Sorry, I thought it was a little sexual tension between us. Excuse me.

[Willie] Are you looking for anything in particular?

'Cause I have everything organized.

Lisa's garbage. Don't ask.

No judgment. No judgment at all. Look, I live in a dumpster.

Okay, let me look. Lisa-comma-Lashes. Here ya go, baby.

Hell yeah! Gotcha. Let's see you lie your way out of this.

[Willie] Good luck.

[camera whirring]

[farting]

[Junior] I know what you're thinking. "Don't only hens lay eggs?"

What you really should be asking is,

"Why am I poking logic holes in a story about a teenage boy

turning into a life-sized chicken in order to fight crime?"

[computer beeping]

I don't know who you are,

but you're about to become chicken tenders.

[dramatic music playing]

[Junior] Even with the best intentions, power changes people.

The point is, it's what you do with that power

that defines you.

It was time to see what my legacy would be.

Luckily, nothing could distract me from my mission at...

Hey! There's Dad and Dalvin!

Hi, guys. Check me out. I'm a superhero.

- Did you hear that? - Nah.

You know, Pops. You ain't that bad.

I guess you could've sprayed out my nuts after all.

Yeah. I guess I'll stop telling people that Ma had an affair with Derrick Rose.

[Dalvin cooing] Daddy.

Hey, Reggie 2.0, you want Pops to get you some ice cream?

Hell, yeah, I want some ice cream.

But first, I got something for you. [whistling]

I saw your taxi could use a tune-up.

Got the AC fixed 'cause a player gotta stay cool,

added the cushioned leather imported all the way from Colombia.

I tinted the windows so nobody try to jack you.

And I even got your name on the plates.

Them personalized joints. And the tags is real.

For me? If I hit the streets now, I could make rent real quick.

[car engine revving]

Man, that dude crazy.

When he get excited, he just be dropping shit.

But he'll come back. We're getting ice cream.

[wind gusting]

[women laughing]

Ooh, Bev, look at you! Anniversary date with Reggie?

Tina, leave.

- You're not the boss of... - Now!

Unless you wanna end up how your mama ended up.

[gasping] I can't be a greeter at Walmart. I shop there.

What's going on, girl? You acting fishy.

Smelling a li'l fishy too. Got a tilapia smell to ya.

This is what's going on.

Okay, fine. Yes, Tina and me went to the matinee.

That's why we've been laughing so hard.

The movie was so bad it was funny.

And while I'm confessing, yes, we had our favorite Chicago Mix too.

I can't believe you. How dare you?

You went without me? I'll kill you!

[both grunting]

- Bev, this is a new frontal. Let go. - You let go first.

- Forget your frontal. - No, you let go first.

I'm home.

Hello? Family?

[grunting] Finally have a good day, and nobody's here.

[Junior] While Dad was pampering himself,

little did he know it was someone in Pampers

who would bring his good times to an end.

Think he taught me how to be a man? Please, *****. YouTube University, G.

Fuck kinda name is Rollin' Reggie anyway, man?

Fuck a Reggie, man. [whistling]

What you need? Watches, purses, binkies?

I got blinking binkies. I got singing, leather, black binkies.

Nah. I need a Tijuana Paint Job.

- Whoa. Ain't you a little young for that? - No, fool.

I need you to strip that car to the bones.

- You hear me? - Sure. We can do that.

That's it? That's all you need?

[dramatic music playing]

[guns cocking]

- [Junior squawking] - [gun fire]

Well, well, well. If it isn't Wingstop's finest.

It's the... [squawks] Mother Clucker!

If you're trying to grow your brand, I suggest you work on that name.

You gotta stop all this, Grey.

You're policing your own people. You've become the very thing you despise.

You're blackmailing gang members into being your security.

In my projects, we call it "whitemailing."

Whitemail, huh? [scoffs] Candace Owens would be proud.

You take that back!

Make me.

You don't mess with me, all flats!

For the good, for the hood!

[sighing, chuckles]

Whoo. Man, oh, man. I'm ready to pull another shift.

I love my life.

My cab! My baby!

What the hell happened?

Oh! Oh, Lord. My chest. Just tell me why! Tell me who!

Coyote blend? I can't believe you had me walking around

with an endangered species on my head.

Girl, please.

Coyote blends are the new Mongolian. Half the women in the hood got 'em.

I'm not half the women in the hood. I'm your best friend.

And you ain't gotta remind me.

I've been making you look good since high school.

All the waxes that top lip has seen. I don't wanna hear it.

Well, it was my hairy lip that inspired you to do your first waxing.

There it is, back to you.

Can't end the day without the famous Beverly wraparound.

"My kids this, Reggie that, being president is hard."

Being the president is hard.

You know what else is hard?

When your ride-or-die, "if anybody ask, I was with you" bestie

don't have the time for you.

Aw, you miss me.

Yes, bitch. I miss our talks.

I miss our missions. I miss pretending to care about your kids.

- All that. - I'm sorry.

I've just been busy.

I know, but I don't like being reduced to just your stylist.

Never that. You're my sister.

Hmm.

Wanna watch an episode of Housewives?

Yes, girl. I've been thinking about that salty shade all day.

[phone vibrating]

Girl, I get it. You the president. I'll be here.

Thanks for understanding.

[Junior] Had I known I'd be able to kick my sister's ass,

I would have became a giant chicken hero a long time ago.

[Grey grunting]

[snoring]

[grunting continues]

[dramatic music playing]

[screaming]

No!

My office! [crying]

What have you done? You're as stupid as my stupid brother!

If your brother is so stupid, why don't you notice

he steals a dollar out of your piggy bank every week?

What?

Why is someone running around here in a chicken costume?

[squawking]

Grey, what's going on here?

After I got a taste of what it feels like to be Big Brother, I couldn't stop.

And then there was a rotisserie superhero who flew in trying to save the hood.

He couldn't whoop me. Then a knockdown brawl

that destroyed the cameras but may have saved the community.

Yeah, yeah. That's what it looked like. I was just checking.

Listen, this... this is my fault.

I shouldn't have put this kind of responsibility on you.

This is your fault.

- How could you be so irresponsible, mom? - You better watch it.

[Junior] Grey might've abused her position,

but we all know the real power comes from the system.

We have Beverly right where we want her.

[machine beeping]

[Junior] So, where does that leave the Mother Clucker?

I'm keeping my identity secret for now,

in case I have to come out of hiding to save the world again.

So, I guess you could say I live to squawk another day.

[squawking]

Hey, Reg, what's wrong?

[groaning]

Somebody stripped my car. To the bones.

What happened to those fancy cameras? Somebody had to see it.

I'll find out who did it tomorrow.

I saw you pay those Latino strippers.

- I need you to be a little more specific. - I'm going to bed.

- [gun fire] - [man screaming]

I'll be right back, little brother.

The fu...

Don't. No one will ever believe a baby.

[squawking]

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