All language subtitles for South Side s03e01 Heartless.eng

- Hey.

[soft tense music]

Just relax, all right?

I'm gonna move real slow.

♪ ♪

How ya doing?

I'm Officer Sandy Goodnight,

and I want everybody to go home
from this OK, all right?

So I've got a question for you.

Can you be cool?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

Good.

Good, that's what
I was hoping to hear.

I'ma come over there,

and then you gon'
get out the car, OK?

So don't--I don't want to
play that game anymore.

All right. Thank you.

See, I think you--
I think you--

Tiana, I think you playing.

I think you playing with me.

You gon' stop?

You promise?

- Come on, come on.
- Promise?

I can come up there?
- Come on.

- OK.

I went backwards that time!

OK? See, you making
the rules up.

- All right,
snow cone, snow cone.

- Yes.
- The snow cone man is here.

What can I get for you, baby?

- OK.

I'ma dare to be different.

Let me get a apricot.

- Apricot?

Come on. I'm telling you,

nobody in the hell
will drink this apricot.

This is terrible right here.
- OK.

- I don't even know
how you seen that.

I had it in the back.
- Right, OK.

- Listen to me. Listen--
- What's--

what do most people get?
- Listen to me.

- Yeah.
- You got beautiful eyes.

Come on, let it flow.
- All right.

- What are we finna do here?

- I'ma just--
- Just look at the flavor.

- Is it OK if I just
put my hands over...

- Right, right.
- And see where

the Lord sends me?

- I see where you
going with it.

I see where you going with it.

Let's roll with it.
Let's go, baby.

Let's go.
We finna make this happen.

- What's right here?

- Pina colada.

- Nada.

- Young lady,
you don't have any idea

how much trouble you're in
right now!

- Ah, ha.

- Young man, hey, hey,
stop filming this.

Don't film this, all right?
Go inside.

Everybody go inside
for your own safety.

- No, don't listen to him.
Film it.

Film it because I look good.
- Go inside, do your homework.

Did you finish
the math problems?

- Don't listen to him.

- You finish those
math problems?

Did you show your work?
- Stop. Look--

put the camera back on me.
- Huh?

Go back and show your work.

Hey, you know what
you're being right now?

You know what?
You're being a thug.

- A thug?
- A thug.

- I ain't no thug.
I'm in the eighth grade.

- You a eighth grade thug.

You know what?
I'm sorry. It's OK.

Hey, hey, whoa.
Stop, stop, stop.

Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.
[chuckles]

Ha-ha-ha.
[laughs]

Oh, man.

I ain't even mad.

I'm not mad.

I, uh--

Gosh, I remember
being that young.

How y'all doing? Hey.

We just having fun.
Y'all want to go inside?

You can go inside
if you want to.

You ain't got to watch this.

Yeah, but I remember
being in eighth grade.

We had fun.
We--was that Demonte?

Who was I with when-- who was--

who, who--who was I with
when I put--

- Bye, hoe ass nigga.
- No!

- I'll miss you as I float
yo shit down LSD.

Stay in school, kids! Fuck 12!
[heroic music]

[police siren wailing]

- What was that supposed to do?

- I don't know.

I mean, I guess
I thought it would

fly through the air,

perfect spiral, right?
Go through the window,

hit her head, knock her out,
and then she would

woozily veer the car
to the side and, uh,

safely collide with a tree.

- I was gone for two minutes,
Goodnight, two minutes.

- Yeah, shit went south
real fast.

- ♪ I was born on
the South Side ♪

♪ I was raised on
the South Side ♪

♪ Everybody stood together
like we in a line ♪

♪ 'Cause it ain't no side
like the South Side ♪

♪ On the South Side ♪

♪ South Side! ♪

- Report cards have been
really strong y'all.

We're proud of you.
Keep it up.

- And the word for today
is success.

Come on, now.
I really need to hear it.

- Success.

- Success.
- Success.

together: Success!

- Everything was
really delicious.

- Unfortunately, Gustav,
it doesn't change the fact

that you're two years late
on your payment

due to a lack of--
- Success!

- Wrong way, son.

- We will be taking this table.

- Wait, hold on now. OK.

We fed you hoping we'd be able
to keep our stuff.

We made you grits
during the week.

- That's a weekend food.

- And it was really good too.
Thanks, again.

- Daddy, I think that
we all like having a table.

Chairs too.
- Hold on, now.

It's gon' be OK, kids.

Hey, how about this?

Name some imaginary things.

- Um, berries, Wakanda--
- Exactly.

And there's another
imaginary thing

called a credit score.

It's a dark magic, and they
tell you

that it'll bring anything
you could dream of,

every wish granted, like that.

- Oh, wait. No, no, no.
Hold on.

The plant is ours.

It's ours?

- May I be excused?

- Guess we can't eat forever.

Sure thing, son.

- Oh, well, I'm surprised
you're not taking

the kitchen sink too.

- Uh, not the kitchen sink.

- Hurry up!
Go brush your teeth, Demerio!

Quick! Just do the front!

Don't even worry
about the back.

- You know what?

I'm going to take
the kids to school.

We still got a car, right?

- Yeah, we got a car.

Yeah, yeah, of course,
we got a car, baby.

Come on. This is Gustav.
This the man you love.

That's my boy.
[chuckles]

And remember, son,

don't let anything
stand in your way.

- Whoa, sorry, little man.

I need to go ahead
and stand in your way

for one more second.

Turn around real quick.
Let me check your bag.

- TI-81?

- Yep, got it.
- Got it.

- But I have a test today.

- Hey, all the best math

is solved right here.

For example, if you
have one calculator

and that calculator's
taken away,

how many calculators
do you have?

- Zero?

- You ready.

- Bye, son.
- Have a good day at school.

- Bye!
- Be successful.

Be successful, son.

- Use somebody else's
calculator.

- What the hell
are y'all doing, man?

This is an atrocity.

Look around you.

You're tearing this family
to shreds.

To shreds!

Now this guy,
his heart's not in it.

He's a good man.

I can tell.

He just has no other choices.

That's the only reason
that he's here.

But you--

- I hate this fucking job.

You think I want
to be doing this?

- Then quit!

Right now, right here,
in this place!

- Child support.
- Upsy-daisy.

- That's what I thought.

You a sick man.

Now me, I might be
irresponsible, maybe.

But you? You heartless!

- Fuck that dude
talking about heartless.

- Damn, broke ass Gustav

really got you
in your feelings, bro.

- Man, I wish I was heartless.

If I was heartless,

when people on the street
ask me for money,

I wouldn't make an effort
to pat my pockets

and say,
"I'll get you tomorrow.

Joey just got me at
the gas station, you dig?"

- Yeah, that is nice of you.

- Goddamn it! Cocksucker,
motherfucker. Fuck my life.

- Swear words like
a motherfucker.

- Sorry to interrupt, guys,

but one of
your fellow coworkers

has put all our lives at risk.
- Who is that?

- I just thought
you should know.

- Who are you talking about?

- Tell 'em, Salathiel!
- Shit.

- What the fuck?

This nigga snuck in the wrong--
- You're not blending in, bruh.

- Yeah, what the fuck is
going on, Greg the Marine?

- Well that's just it.

My name isn't Greg.

all: What?

- I was never in the Marines.

[all exclaim]
- Oh, hell no.

- So you just a liar?

- But I was in the army.

[all clamoring]

- Liar, liar, pants on fire.
- Greg, dolla-dolla, whatever.

- Right out of boot,

they stationed me
at Camp Dodge, Iowa.

Happiest place on Earth,
my ass.

I got stuck working at
the Ammo Supply Depot,

basically a big ass warehouse.

- Probably lying right now.

- I got so bored.

All day, every day.
The minutes dragged on.

It's like time
flowed in reverse.

- That's not mathematically
possible.

- That makes sense.
- So he said fuck it

and just skedaddled ass
out of there.

Went AWOL.

Goodbye, Salathiel Lavelle.

Hello, Greg the Marine.

And my goofy ass fell for it.

- You kinda look goofy.

- I woulda let go
of Salathiel too.

[knocking on door]

- Oh, shit. This is real.

- Uh, yup, fuck this.

- What?
- You talking a lot, girl.

- OK, see, no,
we can't be going to jail.

Let me tell you something,
whatever the fuck your name is.

I visit jail, I don't go there.
I'm out.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on.

Sit down, you're looking
suspicious and shit.

Sit down.

- I was gon' to leave,
I wasn't gon' snitch.

- But look,
it's not the end of the world.

There's a statute of
limitations on desertion.

At 1400, I'm a free man.

- What the fuck time is that?

- That's 2:00.
- It's 4:00, come on.

- All I need to do

is buy a few hours. That's it.

- And you brought
your ass here?

- Yeah.
- Why not just try to blend

yourself in on 47 somewhere?
- Right.

- There's so much to do
on that one strip.

So many crackheads,
so many bucket boys.

- Could've went on
the red line.

My uncle, he ride the red line
all fucking day

to avoid responsibilities.
- Her uncle up on the red line.

- These are all such
good suggestions.

- Nigga, don't be in
agreeance with us!

Goddamn, you trying to get us
arrested.

[mid-tempo music]

♪ ♪

- It's your boy's fault.
He was looking at

her and her girl sideways,
talking about,

"You kids have a eye problem?"

- That is not true!

- Then he gon' get out the car

and came over to everyone
talking about how

staring at people could cause
insecurities or some shit.

And that's when
what's her name hopped in.

- OK, OK, so what is her name?

- Oh, we don't know her.

That's Kanika's play cousin
from Olympia Fields.

- Fucking play cousins.

- Private.
[speaking indistinctly]

[phone ringing]

- Look, I like Greg.
He's a hard worker.

But yeah, let's tell them
he's hiding in the basement.

Sure, they'll perp walk him
through the store,

but if we're lucky,
they'll put one of those

military bags over his head

so we won't have to make
eye contact with him.

- Why didn't you just do
a background check?

- It's the only way
we get employees.

Bottom line it for me, guys.

What's our exposure here?
- "Our"?

You're the one
harboring a fugitive.

You're the one violating
labor laws.

And I assume you're paying him
under the table?

- But that is our table.

- Mm?

- That's not the point.

- No, but I'm saying.

I put the money
under the table,

I walk out of the room,

then he goes in the room.

- Yo ass going to jail.

- Mm!
- You're going to jail.

- Simon, for reasons
I can't disclose,

my fate might be tied
to Greg's.

As a worker who's had
a good idea or two,

I was hoping
that you can lend me one.

I'm afraid.

There, I'm not afraid to say
that I'm afraid.

- Q. It's Q, right?

I would lend you an idea
if I cared about you or Greg,

but apparently
I don't care about shit,

per an individual named Gustav.
- [chuckles]

- K, please. Talk to your boy.
What I feel, you feel.

If I go to jail,
you'll basically

be going to jail too.
- Shit, I'd finally be free.

- Kareem, I'm going to die.
- [sighs]

So there's no way
you gon' help, bro?

- Not in this universe.

- What if it was
a different universe?

A opposite world where
gangbangers were courteous

and the elderly did drive-bys?

- Huh.
In that hypothetical, shit.

I don't know. I would
tell those dudes outside,

um, we got bedbugs,

and you got to fumigate.

- Fuck you,
you stupid ass bitch.

That's a terrible fucking idea.

- You thinking barbecue?
- I don't want something--

yeah, hey.

We're looking for
Salathiel Lavelle...

- We got bed bugs.
- We think he works here.

- Will, get the party machine
from the DJ equipment

and then smoke the store, OK?

I need you to hotbox
this motherfucker.

Thank you very much.

Tie it.
- OK.

- Might be going by his alias
Greg Tangerine

or Michael C. Jordan

or Scottie Pippen of the Shire,

Dennis Rodman Clinton,
Steve Kerfluffle,

Tony Two Cock.
- OK, good.

- No, I 100% do not employ

anyone under those names.

- It's a fake name.
- Yeah, it sounds fake.

- Oh!

You mean G Reg.

Look, the problem is,
we have bedbugs.

You know, just a second.

- You're gon' put the sheets
on the windows.

They already got
bobby pins on them,

just attach 'em to the hooks.

- Just use
the Perzican X tablets

and drop them in the solution.
Wait for it to fizzle.

Try not to breathe
that shit in, please.

- Where the hell
the Perzican tabs?

- I think he just made that up.
They don't exist.

- Listen, man, I get it.
I see what you're doing.

I love furniture,
I'm a furniture guy.

- Big fan.
[police siren chirps]

- Why are they
getting involved?

- Local PD has
to do the arrest.

- All right, what's the fucking
problem here?

- He says they've got bedbugs.

- Bedbugs?
- The fuck?

- Make a hole, ladies.

- No, no, no! I'm out.

- What are you doing?

- I do not fuck
with bedbugs, man.

They touch you,
you can't get rid of them.

My mom bought me
a comforter set

when I was nine from Pilsen.

Beautiful set.
It was hand-stitched.

We didn't know the horrors
that lived with those sheets.

That night I looked
under my blankets

and saw thousands of eyes
staring back at me,

laughing at me, feasting,

making love.

- OK, can we not do this
right now?

- I don't want to fight either.

But if you go into that store,

this partnership is over.
- Marty.

- Quentin Clark Wierzbowski.

If you go in there,
I am filing the papers.

- Really?
You're gonna play that card?

You're gonna do that?

How many fucking bedbugs
are we talking about?

- I didn't count. There's
probably a colony,

maybe two colonies.

The stuff we use
is pretty powerful.

It actually dissolves them.

So hopefully there's none

by the time we finish
the extermination.

- They're so small.

Our guns don't work on them.

- So what's the fucking plan
here guys?

- OK, I don't think there
are any bedbugs in there.

But my partner's skeevin' out,
so I'm going to call HQ

and order
a couple of hazmat suits.

If I go in there and there's
not a swarm of bedbugs,

I'm arresting your ass
for obstruction.

[dramatic music]

- Go find me
some fucking bedbugs.

- I'm telling everybody.

- Mm-hmm, well, go ahead,
get it out of your system.

- OK. You're lucky I love you

'cause this story would've had
the whole precinct rolling.

- Thanks for your discretion.

- I get it, you know? Ha-ha!

You wish you had
a better partner, right?

Wish you were
dealing with somebody

who was a little more
on your level.

Well, you don't.

I am sorry that I am
just a human being.

- OK, hush.

Look, girl.

I think the kid was
just fucking with him.

So the car is
probably abandoned

somewhere around here.

- I ain't around y'all.

Let me widen my window.

This is so weird.
- What?

- It says my package was
delivered but I'm not home.

- Bitch! Focus.

- Help me, Turner!

Help me to help you.

Because if you want
a partner this great,

baby, you got to make it.

'Cause, baby, I'm flawed, OK?

Sorry, I'm a human being
who's flawed.

- I'm getting a O trace.

It says the car
was heading north

on Lakeshore Drive,
but then it disappeared.

- Oh, I know where the car is.

Goodnight, come on, come on.

- I actually kinda
like that guy.

[mid-tempo music]

- You know, on our way
over here, I was thinking.

I've held myself back
for too long being nice.

The growth at all cost
business model

does not afford one
the luxury of ethics.

Niggas want me to be heartless,
I'm heartless.

- I don't want you
to be heartless.

- Shh! The streets do.

Oh.

No, you didn't.
- Yeah, yeah.

- You didn't.
- Yeah, yeah.

This is where they invented
trains, OK?

And I'm not talking
about choo-choo.

I'm talking about ooh-ooh.

Three on ones, eight on ones,

11 on threes.

There's actually
a mathematical formula

that distinguishes a train

from a traditional threesome.

- But do you think
they have bedbugs here?

- If they have to say
"no pests..."

together: Pests.

- Ooh, whoo! Three on three.

There some hoes in this house.

- Hey.
- Hey!

How's it going?
- Nigel? How's it going?

- Hey there, fellas.

You're just in time
for the continental buffet.

I hope you all brought
your appetites.

- What you got going?
- Little bit of everything.

Malt-O-Meal, coleslaw, cabbage,

uh, raisins and peas,
juicy mac and cheese.

And of course,
the piece de resistance,

my famous clam chowder.

Everybody on Yelp
talk about it.

- You know something, Nige?

I think I'ma try
some of that chowder.

- Yes. Expires tomorrow,
so eat as much as you want.

- [whispering] K, don't put
that shit in your body!

- [whispering]
Oh, so you do care?

- No, I don't. Eat up.
- I will.

- Slurp away, slut.

- Hey, I need you
to follow my lead.

- Oh, my God.
Follow your lead?

You gon' be dead in a week.

- Hey, Nigel, buddy.

We're from vector control,

a regional flea, tick,
and bedbug office.

- Oh, no. RTFBO?

We got pests again?
- Oh, hey.

Who are these strapping
young roughnecks?

Look, y'all are lucky
they don't let us

run trains here no more, OK?

- Uh, technically, you plus us
would be a threesome,

mathematically speaking.

- Oh, and smart too.

Excuse me. OK, then.

- Helen used to be my sister.
She writes the checks.

These men are here
to check for bugs.

- Nigel, my brother,

I'ma need you to show me
your nastiest room.

- [gasps, coughs]

[tense hip-hop music]

[wet squishing]
- Oh.

- Oh, God.

♪ ♪

- [coughing]
- Yeah, we definitely gon' find

some bedbugs
in this motherfucker.

- Hurry up.

♪ ♪

- That's right. Go ahead and
get a lot of these push-ups in,

'cause you have to be strong
when you go to jail.

- I only had a few hours left
before they couldn't touch me.

But now--
- Mm.

'Cause time is so precious.
- Right?

There's so much I never did.

So much yet to do.

Truthfully...
[sighs]

I kind of wish I got to know
you a little better.

- I mean, I guess
I don't hate that.

- Well,
maybe we get through this,

we can grab a bite.

- Oh, my God.

Are you trying to
fuck right now?

Is that why you got
your little titties out?

Ew!
- I'm going to jail!

- Bingo.

- Oh. OK, OK.

Hey, uh, K,

if you get one of
those motherfuckers on you,

I swear to God we're gon' burn

your clothes, your drawers,

and the damn truck. Be careful.

- Now how do I catch you,
my fast little friend?

Ooh, here we go.

I mean "friends."
It's a whole crew over here.

- Oh, uh-uh.

Call Richard down here
to fumigate now.

Gon' tell me them roaches
was just seasonal.

I mean, at least
we got that buffet.

At least we are feeding
these guests.

- [stomach rumbling]
Yeah.

Y'all should probably stop
doing that too.

- Oh, somebody's
stomach fucked up?

- Do you care?
- Zero fucks.

- Richard said
he'd get over here

and kill them bugs dead
as soon as he get free.

- Well when is that gon' be?

- Next week, most likely.
- What?

- It'll be 300.

- Oh, nah, I can't afford that.

- Oh, hold on, if I may.

Uh, you ain't got to spend 300.

I could do it right now
for only 10% more,

which is a deal.

- How you gon' do that, sexy?

- Real easy.

Bedbugs die when
they're exposed

to temperatures over 130.

All I need is a box fan,

as well as those waffle irons
downstairs next to the slop.

- Let's just go and
get this done now.

Keisha, I told you
no customers till 4:00.

And I'm going last.

That's how I like it.
- Hey, Keisha.

- We ain't got time
for that shit.

We got to get this bug
back to RTO.

Greg's life is on the line.

- Fuck Greg!
I'm sick of this shit.

That motherfucker
don't matter to me.

I'm heartless. Don't you
remember me saying that shit

five minutes ago?
What he should have done was

find a fucking corpse,
put it in a car,

push said car off the cliff.

Then climb on down,

take the teeth
out of his mouth,

put them in that corpse.
Problem would have been solved.

But guess what?
He didn't ask me.

All I want to get is
this motherfucking check.

- Yes!

- Oh, I thought you were
saying "chowder."

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- [shouting]

You fuckers!

Sit on your paint stick,
fuckers!

[tires screeching]

I only got one payment left on
this, you son of a bitch!

[screaming]

You fuckers!

- Just because
we call your number,

it don't mean you got to bum
rush the window, all right?

And it definitely don't mean
you getting your car back.

And I don't want to hear
no sob stories about,

"I got to pick the grandkids up
from school" and all this.

They can walk.
I walked 60 miles to school

in plastic shoes
when I was a kid.

- That's right. If they can
walk, they can make it.

Excuse me.
My man, police business.

Why don't you go ahead
and step over here for me.

"Magistrate."

All right,
that's a pretty big title.

How you doing, man?

- You got a number?
- Yeah, 5-0. [chuckles]

- [chuckles] Yeah, we ain't got
no numbers like that.

- OK, we gon' do this
like this.

All right, you know what?
These your numbers over here?

OK, all right.

Let's see what we got in here.
We got K21, J12, B2.

Here's a, uh--a block, OK.

Anybody got block?
Nobody got block, all right.

I know who's next.

It's Chinese finger trap,
right?

Chinese finger trap's next?

OK, not that one.

Oh, hacky sack.
That's not a number.

Oh, here we go.
All right, here we go.

- Wow.
- Got it, that's my number.

OK, yep.

B4. Call B4.

There you go. B4 is the next
number you need to call.

- Ooh, hacky sack.

Hacky sack is next.

- Hey, it's my lucky day!

- It's not your lucky day.

It's your day to sit down.
- Oh, my God.

- You see this?

Don't have me get activated,

and don't have me get active.

Sit down before you hurt
somebody with them glasses.

Let me tell you something.

This is an official
police matter, sir, OK?

We think that our vehicle
was mistakenly

brought to this facility,

so I need you to go ahead
and buzz that door.

Let me back there,
I'll get my keys.

- I just want you
to look over there.

You see that dude
in the corner?

That's Ayo Dosunmu.

- That name sounds familiar.
Why do I know that name?

- Morgan Park High.

- Plays for the Bulls.
- Plays for the Bulls.

A guy like me used to sneak
into U of I every week

just to watch him practice.

As a matter of fact,
I bet you didn't know

that his name means "joy"
in Yoruba.

And I've been taking
Yoruba lessons every week

for a day like this,
because I love him.

I love Ayo Dosunmu.

I mean, you know,
as a matter of fact,

I probably had his car towed
on purpose

just so I could
get close to him.

He ain't getting his car back,

that definitely,
probably, surely,

almost for surely
the dibbly-dobbly means

you ain't getting yours back.
[chuckles]

- You know what?
What about this?

Boom. Oh, sorry, everybody.
It's--

OK, don't cut--
don't do that again.

Sorry folks,
it's 10% darker in here

because this man don't know
how to act. I apologize.

- Don't cut the lights.
I cut--I cut it off.

Stop it.

Lights are gon' stay off--
stop it.

Come on.
- All right, that's enough.

- Sorry, folks. Sorry, folks.
It's his fault.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Hey, hey, hey.

Goodnight, no, no, no. Nuh-uh.
That's enough.

- Little bit of power!
Little bit of power.

Any little bit of power
somebody gets,

they got to go crazy.

- Can y'all just give us
a minute, please?

Skaduts?
- Why? Stay here.

- Move.
- This ain't private.

- Hey, shh.
- What?

- OK, look. I know you want to
slap some heads around,

but this is going to
take some finesse.

Now do you want to
make him look bad,

or do you want to
get our car back?

- I want both.

- Well, let's just focus
on the priorities.

- Oh, priorities.

You know what your only
priority is?

Doing whatever the fuck
you want to do, all the time.

And I guess I just go along
with it, don't I?

"Hey, Goodnight. Oh, oh there's
a snow cone place.

"Let's stop in this random ass
hood neighborhood

"in the hood
and get a snow cone.

Oh, coconut and blue.
Blue is my favorite flavor."

Blue is not even a flavor.
- You see, there you go again

showing me that
you're not from Chicago

because blue is
a fucking flavor.

- So is red.

- Oh, you son of a--
- And you know what?

Who told you to get out the car
and act an ass anyway?

- Nobody told me not to.

- OK, great.
I'll fix it, as per usual.

- Hey, my man,
what time you get off work?

- He's not going to do shit.
- I surely am.

Watch me.
- Just, OK.

Hey. Let's just reset, OK?

[sighs] Hey.
- The big thing is is that

whenever we get
a police cruiser,

we got to alert central
command, call your captain,

you know, just have him send
some verification.

- Right, right, right.
You talkin' about--

whoa, whoa, whoa, now.
Talking about calling this

and alerting that
and this and that.

And no, no, no, no. OK.

All right. All right.

Damn, I'm hungry.

I only ate
a half a pickle today.

Wait, does Portillo's
deliver down here?

- Just make sure you order from
the Portillo's on Ontario.

The one on Taylor Street
be stingy with the peppers.

- Ooh, you right, you right.

Wait, do you want some?
I mean, it's my treat.

- Mm, mm, mm! Oh, hell yeah.

I'm gon' do the double dipped.
Double dip, please.

- All right, I got you.
I got you, big man.

- Ah, we should get Ayo to
pay for it, old rich ass.

- I left my wallet in the car.

Oh, lying ass too.

Wallet's not in there,
we checked.

[The Halluci Nation's
"Stadium Pow Wow" playing]

♪ ♪

- You might do some time,

but I'm proud of you, man.
Seriously.

You ain't fold.
You stood up for Greg.

- Well, Salathiel or
whatever his name is.

- Fuck that nigga.

[echoing heartbeats]

- [grunts]

- [grunts]

[coughing]

- Q.

- [muffled screaming]

- Thank you, Jesus.

See, I told you.

- Nasty little fuckers.

- We still want to
search for Salathiel.

Right now--
- Nope, time's up.

- Oh, thank god.

What you thinking?
Greek, Italian?

- [indistinct]
- Hey, what's good around here?

- What you prefer, blue or red?

- Did the right thing.

- And now I got bedbugs.

- Ah, sorry.

- [grunting]

Yeah.

So, it'd go a little
something like that.

- OK, well thank you
for showing me that.

I'ma take this back to my team,
and then we will discuss.

- That's all I ask.

- It's good, ain't it?
- Mm.

Well, you just lucky
I was starving.

Mm.

By the way,

saw your partner roaming
around the lot on camera.

We have a real live centaur
that protects these grounds.

Half man, half horse,
carries a trident.

You ain't lived
'till you see him feed.

Want me to let him out?
- No.

- He gon' savage your partner.

- My partner's fine, OK?
He's loyal.

It's hard to come by.
- You sure?

There go the centaur
right there.

Hey, Freddy!

[shouts]

- Um, that's just a man
with a fat ass.

- Mythical!

- I don't know how you did
that, but nice job.

Back door was
the only one open,

so I'm kind of trapped.

Soon as we get out of here,
pull over for me

so I can get out. This is good.

You can pull over right here.

Turner, pull over right there.
Turner?

Turner!

- ♪ I'm from the south side
of Chicago ♪

- ♪ South side Chicago ♪
- ♪ Yeah ♪

♪ And I ♪
- ♪ South side Chicago ♪

- I wanna know
what they don't know ♪

♪ This must be my happy day ♪

- ♪ South side Chicago ♪
- ♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Everything, everything,
girl, is going my way ♪

- ♪ South side Chicago ♪

- ♪ When you ♪
- ♪ South side Chicago ♪

- ♪ You wanna go
a swingin' place ♪

- ♪ South side Chicago ♪

- ♪ The south side Chicago,
girl ♪

♪ You know it's the place ♪
- ♪ South side Chicago ♪

- ♪ I can hear it
in the morning ♪

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