All language subtitles for The.Chi.S02E04.720p.WEB.x265-MiNX

♪♪♪

[Brandon]
Previously, on The Chi....

[Luis]
Five grand to the winner

and a three-page spread

on Great Plate Magazine

might solve your problems.

[Sonny]
The hell is he doing?

I got this.

I'm only parking here
because the rest

of the block is permit only.

Then get a fucking permit.

Today's the day, dog.

It's hair,
straight from the heads

of the Koyo Zom
mountain people of Pakistan.

We clean it, bag it,
and sell it.

You want to come inside?

[both panting]

I haven't been on a real date
in five years.

Why is that?

[Jada] Emmett's father--

he was the first man
I'd ever been with.

Thought it'd last forever.

[Jerrika]
It's a fundraiser.

My parents are throwing it
for Alderman Bonner.

I need to connect
with Mrs. Brown

about selling her condos

and then we can leave.

Aww, you must care.

Care about what?

Just bring me my homework, boy.

Money's short.
So what's the move?

Get out of the way!

Get naked, niggas!
Now! Now!

Come on, bro.
Hurry up.

Put the shit in the bag.

[Cruz]
That's Reginald Taylor,

the street leader

of the 63rd Street Mob.

[Miss Ethel]
I know that boy.

It wasn't him.

Congratulations
on this blessing.

You see me on the streets,

you don't know me.

Jason didn't want nothing
to do with you.

The DA pulled the case.

[Kimberly Hendricks]
You're a free man.

[Papa] Gray?
Why can't y'all

just follow our style guide?

We agreed on the color blue.

That includes navy,
turquoise, sapphire,

and even some teal
if you're feeling fancy,

but here your bum ass come,
talking about depression gray.

Man, we ain't no singing group.

I'ma wear what the fuck I want.

Plus, we wore blue last year
on picture day.

Yeah, and y'all ain't do it
right then, neither.

Now look, I know I'm the one
with the menswear expertise,

but goddamn, give a brother
something to work with.

What you wearing, Papa?
All that shit you talking...

Just a little something
for the ladies

that like their man fluffy.
You'll see.

So you're gonna tell us
what to wear

and keep your shit a secret.

Hey, but just to make sure

we all the way wavy
for picture day...

What?

Y'all ain't seen
white strips before?

My teeth ain't yellow.

Man to man,
they could be whiter.

Yeah, I'm good, too.

What?

Well, we were talking, and--

You know they're
not gonna let you bang

in the picture, right?

Watch me.

These pictures last forever.

You sure you want this
to follow you

the rest of your life?

Hell yeah.

I'm 63rd for life, ain't I?

I thought you said
that gang shit was stupid.

I'm with it, though.

Got it this weekend,

so ain't nobody stopping me
from doing shit.

♪ smooth music ♪

♪♪♪

[alarm blaring]

[sizzling sound]

[Jerrika]
Brandon!

Is everything okay?

Oh, damn.

What happened?

[Brandon]
I must've passed out.

I was on the truck
till 3:00 a.m.

Yeah, I heard you come in.

Poor thing.

Thought Luis was helping
you out.

He had to take
another restaurant gig.

He needed the money.

Taste this.

Wow, that's really good.

Good?

I need it to be amazing.

[Jerrika] Don't stress, babe.
You got this.

No, I don't got this, J.

The After Taste
is a big fucking deal.

I'm going against 50 chefs

from all over the city,
all young and up-and-coming

and trying to make it big,
just like me.

My signature dish

got to be on point.

You heard of Chef Art Smith?

Uh, he cooks for Oprah, right?

Yeah.
He's one of the judges, and I--

Are you listening to me?

Damn it.
I ordered the wrong pillows.

Seriously?

Sorry, babe.
Still have a lot to do

for this open house.

Cooking is your gift.

[Jerrika]
You'll be fine.

Every chef I'm going up against

has a gift.

What's really going on?

What do you mean?

Is this about the competition,

or is this
about something else?

♪ desolate music ♪

♪♪♪

[Jerrika] I would be hurt
and angry, too,

if my brother's killer
went free...

♪♪♪

...But you are not gonna have
bad luck

for the rest of your life,
Brandon.

You belong
in this competition,

and guess what.

♪♪♪

Guess what.

[Jerrika] If you don't let
your nerves

get the best of you,

I think you could win.

♪♪♪

Now go show them judges

what a kid from the South Side
can do.

♪♪♪

[Big Mike]
What the fuck they want?

[car doors shut]

♪♪♪

Michael Sherman?

Think you know how this goes.

What the fuck I do?

- What the fuck he do?
- Don't mind us.

Outstanding warrant.

[Toussaint]
Unpaid parking ticket,

traffic violation.
Sound familiar?

- I ain't got no damn warrant!
- This is some bullshit.

Y'all come all the way
down here

for a fucking traffic ticket?

Can't have your man out here

endangering pedestrians,
Mr. Reginald Taylor.

A'ight, so you heard about me?

I've seen your rap sheet.

I wouldn't be proud.

[Toussaint] Figured it's time
we came face to face.

Detective Toussaint.

Nice to meet you.

There's a sweet old lady
on Eberhart

who was attacked.

73 years old.

Can't seem to find out
who did it or why,

but the one thing I do know

is this is
63rd Street Mob territory.

Nothing like that goes on
without you knowing.

Miss,
you really got us fucked up.

Ain't nobody out here fucking
with no old ladies and shit.

How much is he worth to you?

What's it gonna cost you
if he's out of commission?

It's all kinds of wannabes
out here

claiming 63rd.

That's what--

That's what y'all need
to be looking into

instead of fucking
with innocent people!

Bring me some answers.

I'll give you back
your lieutenant.

[sharp whistle]

[heart monitor beeping]

♪ gentle music ♪

♪♪♪

Ronald?

Is that you?

They really let you out?

Get over here.

♪♪♪

[sniffling]

♪♪♪

Who's been feeding you?

You look good.

When you get here?

Last night.

I came straight here,
but I didn't want to wake you.

♪♪♪

Grandma,
I'm sorry I wasn't here.

I'm just happy, baby,
that you're home.

♪♪♪

[Jada]
Hey.

♪♪♪

Good morning.

Hi.

[Miss Ethel] Jada?

[Miss Ethel] You see Ronnie?

Ain't this a blessing?

♪♪♪

Yes, ma'am, it is.

♪♪♪

Thank you

for looking after her.

No worries.

[indistinct]

[keys jingle]

House is still a mess.

I meant to clean it up, but--

It's okay.
I got it.

[clears throat]

Look, I know
we haven't seen each other

since...

I don't want you to feel
uncomfortable around...

Mm...

I mean, how exactly
should I feel

around you, Ronnie?

How should anyone
who knows what you did

feel around you?
That boy...

[sighs]

That boy you killed

was 16 years old,

not that much younger
than my son.

I'm gonna make up
for what I done.

I'm gonna make it right.

She thinks the world of you,

so for her sake,

I hope you do.

[sighs]

[Emmett] I need 12 more bundles
of that Mongolian Deep Wave.

I had no idea that shit
was gonna go so fast.

Right.

No, the ladies ain't here
for the straight shit.

I don't know.
I guess it ain't woke.

Mm, sell it
to the Persian chicks uptown.

[smooth music
over speakers]

Oh, hold on.
Uh, Amir, let me call you back.

Yo, where you going?

I gotta bounce.
It's my girl' birthday.

We short today.
I need you to stay.

Wish I could, dog,

but Sonny already gave me
the day off.

I'm just telling you
as a courtesy.

Fuck courtesy.

I-I need you

to work your shifts, bro.

Sonny ain't here.

His name's still on the door,

the last I checked.

[fire whooshes]

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit!

- Whoa.
- [Terry] Man, I told you

to clean the grease trap!

Wait, no!

[people yelling, screaming]

[alarm blares]

[woman] Oh, my God!

Everybody out!
Fire! Fire!

You can't put the water
on a grease fire!

- That's bad!
- How the fuck

was I supposed to know?

[Terry] Fire! Fire!

Everybody out!
Fire! Fire!

♪ desolate music ♪

♪♪♪

♪ melancholy music ♪

♪♪♪

[Jerrika]
Uh, over there is good.

Thank you.

[Mrs. Brown]
...Over the schedule.

Hey, Alderman Bonner.
What brings you by?

Hello, Jerrika.

This is a nice property,

but it doesn't look
to me or my constituents

like you and Mrs. Brown

plan on spreading the wealth.

What do you mean?

Well, this used to be
low-income homes,

but you already know that.

I mean, are any of these units

being reserved
for low-income residents?

Not at the moment,

but I agree,
we could be doing more.

But Mrs. Brown
is my client,

and ultimately, I have to do
what she asks.

Mr. Bonner, how are you?

[Alderman Bonner]
I'm good, Mrs. Brown.

You know, you've got
a sharp young lady

right here on your team,

but I was telling her

how upset

some in the community are

with what's happening here.

You can never make people happy
all of the time.

There's always winners
and losers.

[Mrs. Brown]
But you're a politician.

You know that.

I'll let you and Jerrika

finish chatting.

She'll handle it.

No surprise there.

She's worse
than the white folks.

But you--

I have known you
since you were in diapers,

and I can't believe
that you are willing

to sell our your own people

just to get ahead.

Is that the headline
you're gunning for?

I'm not selling out.
In fact,

I'm actively working to bring
upwardly mobile black people

into these homes.

Not all change is bad.

A black middle class
will provide access

to better schools,
better healthcare,

and safer neighborhoods.

You know damn well

that's just a fancy way

of pushing poor black folks

out of their own homes.

In a few years,

this area will be whiter
than the North Shore,

and I'm not gonna stand by

and watch that happen
to another one

of our neighborhoods.

If you don't mind,
I think you should go now.

I have an open house
to prepare for.

[school bell rings]

I dismiss the class,

not the bell.

[groaning]

[Mr. Gasca] As a reminder,
picture day is on Friday,

and just so we don't have
any issues,

remember the school dress code

still applies.

Mr. Gasca,
can we bring accessories?

Like what?

Never mind.

If you come in here
wearing a Nick Cannon turban,

I'm done with your ass.

[Mr. Gasca] Language.
Dress code means

no grills,

no gang colors,

no gang signs,

and if you think it's a joke,

just try us.

You will be expelled.

The fuck he keep looking
at me for?

'Cause you're the one bangin'.

[Gasca] ...Perry's Pizza,

yearbooks will go out
on time this year,

and if everyone

follows all the rules,

we'll throw you guys
a pizza party.

[cheering]

All right!

Now, class is dismissed.

[excited chatter]

Something wrong with your arm,
Mr. Taylor?

No, I'm good.

Punk-ass
63rd Street bitches.

Yo, why you gotta be
so extra all the time?

'Cause these motherfuckers
keep talking shit!

Bro, mess up picture day
and see what happens.

Man, fuck picture day!

I know the Wild Boyz gonna bang

and throw up their shit,

but if I do it,
I'll get expelled.

So fuck it.
I'm out.

But Jake...

[quietly] Oh, my God.

How you been, Tiff?

I'm fine.
What's up?

You look nice.

Thanks.

Um...
So the other night was...

It didn't mean nothing, Emmett.
Besides,

you know the bedroom
ain't never been our problem.

So what happened to you?

Look, Tiff, um...
Sonny's just closed, all right?

There was a fire.

My job is gone.

I came to ask you
for a favor.

So what?
You here to say the checks

ain't coming no more?

No, I'm not,

but I am wondering if--

is there any way
you could remove the order?

- Excuse me?
- Just until I find

another job, all right?

So the courts ain't riding me.

Tiff, we don't need the courts
in our business.

Yeah, we actually do.
This shit is hard, Emmett.

While you out here,
running around,

doing what you do,

I'm either at work or here,
raising our son.

It's nice getting those checks
on time

without having to be
a fucking detective.

You won't have
to come find me, all right?

I promise you'll get
the money on time.

I-I don't know.

You asking a lot.

[sighs]

EJ still at your mama's house?

No, he's here,

asleep.

Can I see him?

He'll be up again soon.

I need this time to take a nap

before it's time
to go back to work.

Okay, yeah.

He's so cute.

[Tiffany] I know.

He puckers his lips
when he sleeps.

It's all I got right now.

Court's got the rest.

Thank you.

[laughter]

[Jake] Okay.
Oh boy. Okay.

[Jake] Okay.
Hey, yo.

A'ight, easy, okay?

[loud slap]

[rap music playing]

[laughs]

[Jake] Hey, yo, Reg,
who you got money on?

Hey, yo, Reg,
why you trippin'?

[Reg] While y'all out here
fucking around,

I'm finna be out of 20 stacks

a week with Big Mike
being locked up,

and stop posting
that shit online.

That's probably how they
found us in the first place.

They got a whole task force
on our shit

'cause of you
silly motherfuckers.

You.

Little Big Man,

get the fuck over here.

How you, the biggest one
out here,

gettin' your ass beat?

♪♪♪

How big is your big ass,
anyway?

I'm 14, yeah, and a half.

Nigga, I said "how big,"
not "how old."

♪♪♪

225.
That's what my--

my moms and my doctor said.

Yeah, yeah.

Get your ass back over there
and work on them hand skills

so when I need you,

you'll be ready to put
some work in for the company.

[Little Big Man]
Yeah.

♪♪♪

He big, but I could take him.

Yeah, okay.

[clicks tongue]
Man, whatever.

I can do work
for the company too.

He ain't the only one
out here, repping.

All I need from you is to stop

filming our location
for the police to see

and keep your head
in them books

so when niggas ask,

you know the difference
between being big and old.

♪♪♪

You got picture day
coming up?

How you know?

You think I don't see
them letters

you been throwing out?

Make sure you there.

I got real problems.
I don't need

another DCFS visit.

♪♪♪

[Sheriff Porter]
I also ran a property check

and sat on the building
for a couple of days.

- Any action?
- [Sheriff Porter] No.

Just my boys fighting
for the overtime.

It's pretty quiet,
just the way we like it

down here in Raleigh.

So in your estimation,

Family C Realty
is a legit operation?

[Sheriff Porter]
Far as I can tell.

All the details
are in that email.

Thank you, Sheriff.

Appreciate the help.

[Sheriff Porter] Anytime.

[answering machine]
Hello.

This is an eviction notice.

Family C Realty Group

would like to offer you
a stipend for..

[loud banging]

[banging continues]

[banging continues]

This motherfucker here.
What he want?

You know how hard it is
to find

a food truck
that's not online?

You ain't got no Instagram,
no Snapchat, no Twitter.

Are you trying to fail?

Man, I almost
blew your head off

just now.
What you want?

Look, I owe you an apology

for all that bullshit
outside Sonny's.

I came at you sideways,

when all you trying to do

is create an opportunity,

the same way I want to create
an opportunity for you.

Get to the fucking point,
Emmett.

And there was a fire
at Sonny's.

But the word
isn't completely out yet,

so people still showing up
to eat,

so I got an idea.

You park your truck there,

you catch all those customers.

All I'm asking for
is a 20% finder's fee.

So what's stopping me
from just parking

in front of Sonny's
and not giving you shit?

Your sense of honor and respect

for a righteous hustler
such as myself.

[Brandon] No, man.

Everything I make,

I gotta keep, Emmett.

Later, bro.

[pop music playing]

What do you think?

I just came here
to give you your homework,

not a fashion show.

Do you think the part
should be lower?

- [Maisha] I'm getting a weave.
- It's fine.

[Kevin] Man, Kiesha be
in the bathroom for hours,

come out looking the same way:

basic as hell.

It's not my hair.

It's this.

Damn.

How'd you do that?

My mom's curling iron.

[Kevin] Um...

Put some cocoa butter on it,

so it don't leave a scar.

What you know about that?

I live with a whole bunch

of black women.

It better work, 'cause I

gotta be
in the school club photos,

since according to
all my college applications,

I'm in all the clubs,

and I ain't trying
to miss picture day.

Why are you worried
about college applications,

anyways?
You still in middle school.

Oh, I got it all mapped out.

Florida A&M,
Virginia Union,

Spelman College,

and Howard University.

I like FAMU, though.

Their marching band
played for Obama.

♪♪♪

[Maisha] I got bigger problems
to worry about, though.

♪♪♪

Should wear your hair
like that.

It'll look prettier.

♪♪♪

Hey!
Hey, stop!

Don't play with this.

It's worth
a whole lot of money.

[Emmett] Get out of here.

And this shit is selling faster

than Armor Oil
at my car wash, man.

Hey, split the difference

and let me get half

Mongolian Deep Wave,

half Pakistani Flow.

Got you.

It's just a little side hustle

so I can bring in
some extra cash

and get out your house.

Mm.
I got a better idea.

Get that funky-ass hair
away from my kitchen sink

and pay me some goddamn rent.

I got child support!

I got light bills!

I don't know what kind
of bullshit-ass arrangement

you had with your mama,

but you can't have strange men

walking in and out of my house.

All right, man.
You ain't gotta go there.

Sorry.

I know you sorry.

Now clean this shit up

before I slap you

upside your nappy-ass head.

I'm taking
this Mongolian bundle

for Cheryl...
for my troubles.

[tires screech, horn blares]

♪ percussive music ♪

♪♪♪

Is that what you wearing
for picture day?

- Kiesha, what do you want?
- [exasperated sigh]

Girl, get out of my room.

Boy, how do you not know
you match twice,

not three times?
That's too match-y.

I don't need you telling me
how to dress.

Oh, clearly you do.

Didn't you tell Mom
you have track practice today?

[Kevin] You don't look like you
running nowhere.

Mind your business.

Daddy's coming into town
this weekend.

[Kiesha] It's his birthday.

You want to come to dinner
with us?

Nah.
I'm straight.

[Kiesha] Look, Kev,
I know you guys

aren't the closest,
but you can at least try.

He asks about you.

Y'all getting beignets after?

Can you bring me one?

[Kiesha] I will, if you put on
a different outfit.

Don't embarrass me.

[knocking]

Wow.

Heard you might be getting out,
but I didn't think it was true.

I came to clear up
some things.

Listen, Ronnie,
I don't have the energy

- to go down this road.
- No.

I need you to listen.

It's my turn to speak.

Last time I saw you,
you said some...

...fucked-up things to me.

Said Jason didn't want me
in his life.

And these past few months
of being locked up,

I've had nothing but time,

time to reflect,

to forgive,

to try and heal.

I'm not there yet, but...

...what I do know is this.

What you said
wasn't true.

I meant something to Jason.

Everything I did was for him,

for you.

You were my family.

I...

[sobbing]

Sorry about the mess.

Some days, I can hardly
get out of bed.

I thought it would get better.

It's all right.

- It, um...
- [Tracy sniffs]

...Takes time.

What happened
with that group?

The other mothers?

Made it worse.

The more I talked about it,

the more I missed him.

Everything makes me sad now.

A song on the radio,
a random billboard.

I know it sounds crazy, but...

...sometimes I see
a mother smiling,

and I think
it's because she has her son

and I don't.

[sniffs]

Even you--

just seeing you--

it's why I'd lash out.

I remember the good times

we had with Jason,

and I'm just so angry

that it was taken from me.

[crying]

You know Shanté...

- ...had the baby.
- [laughs]

[laughs]
Yeah?

When?

A few weeks ago.

A girl.

Oh, huh.

She said

she looks exactly like Jason.

She invited me
to the hospital,

but I just--I couldn't
bring myself to go.

Why?

I can't.

Seeing Jason's daughter--

i-it feels like--

it feels like
I'm saying good-bye to him.

♪ melancholy music ♪

It makes his death more real.

♪♪♪

And I--

I'm not ready to do that.

♪♪♪

Well, um...

...you gotta start somewhere.

Uh...

Let me, uh,
help you clean up, Tracy.

No, you don't have to.

No, I...

I want to.

♪♪♪

I thought about your offer,
and it was bogus.

Dude, I gotta make money too.

I got a better offer.
Better for you.

I gotta prep for
this After Taste competition,

so if you down to man
the truck for one day,

I split the profit with you,
50/50.

I'm glad you came
to your senses.

You welcome.
I can take it from here.

Hey, slow your roll, man.
I gotta

show you how everything work.

Bro, I got it.

It's just tacos.

[mutters]

[The Notorious B.I.G.'s
"Big Poppa" playing]

♪♪♪

♪ To all the ladies
in the place ♪

♪ With style and grace ♪

♪ Allow me to lace ♪

♪ These lyrical douches
in your bushes ♪

♪ Who rock grooves and make
moves with all the mamis? ♪

Wow.

♪ The GS3, I got the chronic
by the tree ♪

♪ I love it when you call me
big poppa ♪

♪ Throw your hands
in the a-ya ♪

♪ If you's a true playa ♪

♪ I love it when you call me
big poppa ♪

King Papa, I see you,

- and your accessories.
- Thanks, Kev.

I think you just helped me
go viral.

Hey, lunch on me today.

Yo, what the fuck you got on?

Jake walking in here
looking like a parole officer.

Man, Reg made me wear
this weak-ass shit.

I've been hiding
in the bathroom

between classes all day.

Do it again,
and we squaring up.

[laughs]
This nigga think he hard.

Look like his grandma

pick his clothes and shit.

Man, fuck you.

[Corey] Nah, fuck you,

and Reg.

My brother know what he did.

Nigga, what the fuck
is you talking about?

No, fuck them, bro.

[quietly] Dudes,
Look at this clown, man.

[laughs]

He choked, though.

[bystanders] Oh...

Oh, that's your ass.

[boy] Food fight!
Food fight!

[students yelling]

♪ upbeat music ♪

♪♪♪

Stop!
Up!

Up, now!

Settle down!

Which one of you two
started it?

[Mr. Gasca] Tell me now.

Mr. Williams?

[Mr. Gasca] You want to tell me
what happened here?

Not really.

Do the right thing,
Mr. Williams.

Which one of them
started it?

♪ spacey music ♪

♪♪♪

It was me.
I did it.

♪♪♪

Really?

[Mr. Gasca] You started it?
Why?

♪♪♪

All of you,

go get cleaned up
for pictures, now!

[boy] Gross.
All over my shirt.

[boy] What is it?

- Damn.
- Come on.

Caught ketchup on my shirt.

At least your shirt's
not white.

How am I supposed
to get this shit out?

How you ain't get
nothing on you?

Angels, they be watching
over my pretty ass.

Yo, what's this again?

One mac and cheese.

Didn't you order that?

Yeah, joe, but why is it
in the taco?

Mac and cheese
don't need no taco.

[Emmett laughs]
Well, this one does.

[Emmett]
Hey.

Thank you for your business,
sir.

Next.

Can I get a two-piece mild?

Uh, no, you can't,

but you can get two
really delicious chicken tacos.

Y'all not serving Sonny's?

No, but this is just as good.

You're telling me I done came
all the way over here

on my lunch break
for a two-piece

and you talking to me
about a damn taco?

Try it.
You might be surprised.

If it ain't Sonny's,
I don't want it.

Lyin' ass.

You have a nice day too, ma'am.

[knocking]

[knocking]

[knocking]

What are you doing here?

Something wrong with Emmett?

No.

So what do you want?

- Can I come in?
- How do you know where I live?

How'd you get into my building?

Emmett told me,

and someone downstairs
let me in.

Well, use the buzzer
next time.

I don't like strangers

showing up unannounced.

We're not strangers, Jada.

Now, are you done
giving me the third degree,

or do I need to start
getting loud

and ghetto up in this hallway?

[Jada] You still take it
with six sugars?

No.

Doctor told me
I need to cut back.

Ah, I guess I'm getting old.

[laughs]

You are.

[laughs]

Oh, but it is nice
seeing you, Jada.

Yeah, you too.

So...what's up?

What'd you need
to talk to me about?

Well, our son has been staying
out of my house,

rent-free,
and if it's gonna be that way,

I'ma need you to slide me back

what I've been sliding you
all these years.

[scoffs]
What?

Those child support payments.

[Darnell] I'm saying
if he going

to keep staying with me,

I'ma need you to chip in.

You boy eat like he got
a tapeworm.

Yeah, well, tell me about it.

Emmett lived with me
for 17 years,

so I'm very aware

of how expensive it is
to feed him.

But I ain't giving you shit.

Oh, look, I take care
of my kids,

and I been giving you
my share,

so don't act
like I'm some deadbeat.

Your share divided
by the 1,400 other kids

you got.

What about the birthdays
you missed,

his baseball games,

all the graduations?

You couldn't afford the $1.50

to catch the L across town
for any of that?

I had three kids
when you met me,

so you knew what it was
from the get.

Oh, so it's my fault
you like it raw?

I was 25.
I told you,

I ain't want
no more kids.

[scoffs]

Yet last I checked,

you got enough kids over there

to start a football team.

No surprise where Emmett
gets it from.

Well, you know what?

Maybe I wasn't around,

but you were.

So which one of us
didn't raise him right?

Huh?

And if you treated him
like your son

and not your husband,

maybe he wouldn't
be acting like this.

Shit.

It's time to stop blaming me.

[scoffs]

You know,

I'm glad you learned something
in the two weeks

you decided to be a father
to your son,

but don't you ever come
to my house again.

Now get the fuck out of here.

[all chanting]
Housing is a human right!

Stop the war
on the poor!

Housing is a human right!

Stop the war on the poor!

Housing is a human right!

Stop the war on the poor!

Housing is a human right!
Stop the war...

[Mrs. Brown]
This is ridiculous.

Call the police.

Mrs. Brown, would you
at least consider

offering just a few units
for low-income housing?

I'm not giving in
to the demands

of these terrorists!

They're not terrorists.

Then what are they?

This is my property,

my business I built

from the ground up,

and I will do with it
as I please.

Good Lord.

I need to lie down.

Think these people might be
giving me a heart attack.

[chanting continues]

I don't know if you know,
but you got a kid in room one.

Says he has info
on the home invasion.

Kid?

Mm-hmm.

You wanna sit in?

Sure.

She opened up the door, and...

...I-I just blasted in,

and, you know, I just went
for it.

Went for what?

You know, she had
all kind of stuff.

She had jewelry,

clothes,

money.

That's a lot to grab
for just one person.

Sure you didn't have
anyone helping you?

No.

Just me.

You know, I'm pretty strong.

Listen.

I'ma do you a favor and let you
go home with your mother.

So that mean
Big Mike getting out?

[door closes]

Does this look to you
what it looks like to me?

Must be one
of Reg's corner boys.

Get a juvie to confess,
he gets a slap on the wrist.

[woman] Welcome
to the After Taste,

contestants.

[announcer]
A reminder as you make

your way to your station,
any and everything

you need to complete your dish
for the judges

must come from your basket.

If you are out of salt,

your dish will go unsalted.

Contestants
will be eliminated

by a tap on the shoulder.

Judges will be watching

for knife skills

and cross-contamination.

When the judges come to you,

please present
your completed dish to them.

Those of you
who survive the tap

will advance
to the next round.

All right, people,
you got 30 minutes.

Get your cook on.

♪ Mos Def's "Quiet Dog
Bite Hard" playing ♪

♪ To the rhythm
of the boogity beat ♪

♪ To the rhythm
of the boogity beat ♪

♪ There it go like simple
the plainness ♪

♪ It's primal and basic ♪

♪ Zulu arrangement
rocking amazement ♪

♪ Flaco radiating from heaven
to pavement ♪

♪ They phony as a face lift
I've nothing to play with ♪

♪ Spent time hating it
but that ain't changing it ♪

♪ God give it to me
nobody ain't taking it ♪

♪ Therefore moving
on the base for stimulus ♪

♪ Standing in the twilight
and watching them get it in ♪

♪ Walls trembling
the air simmering ♪

Aw.

♪ Testing your equilibrium ♪

♪ Sonic wave booming
all over your intimate ♪

♪ Skin on skin
and skin on skin again ♪

♪ Put it all get it all
get on get it in ♪

♪ Ladies and gentlemen,
misters and mistresses ♪

♪ Cousins, uncles, aunties,
and synonyms ♪

♪ There it is boogieman ♪

♪ Don't stop the rock
you keep up the rock ♪

♪ Quiet dog bite hard my god ♪

♪ Ha simmer down,
simmer down, simmer down ♪

- ♪ Stay cool
- ♪ Simmer down now ♪

♪ Simmer down quiet dog
bite hard, my god ♪

[cell phone chimes]

I apologize

for the last-minute change,

but I need to postpone
the showing.

[cell phone chimes]

Yes, thank you.

Hello?

Hey, J, where are you?
I forgot plates.

- What?
- [Brandon] Yeah, I know.

I just been so out of it.

Can you grab them for me?

They probably sitting

right there on the counter.

[crowd chanting outside]

[sighs] Babe,
I am nowhere near there.

I have an emergency
at the condos.

I'm not gonna be able
to make it.

What?
J, I need you!

♪ Simmer down
quiet dog bite hard ♪

Babe, I'm so sorry.

♪ Simmer down
simmer down ♪

♪ Simmer down simmer down
simmer down now ♪

Fuck!

♪ Simmer down now,
simmer down now ♪

♪ Simmer down
quiet dog bite hard my god ♪

♪ Said and the rocket
don't stop ♪

Hey, can I borrow a strainer?
I forgot mine.

♪ Preservation
makes the great hip-hop ♪

Do you have any extra plates?

Sorry, no, I just brought
enough for the judges.

♪ These dudes ain't dope
but they on it ♪

♪ They need to get off it ♪

♪ So whack-whack
is all you can call it ♪

[timer beeps]

♪ Don't stop the rock ♪

♪ Maintain the rock
and you don't stop the rock ♪

♪ You keep up the rock
quiet dog bite hard my god ♪

- [timer beeps]
- [announcer] Time's up.

My dish is

chili beef a la broche,

and it's...best eaten
family-style.

[Brandon]
When it comes to my food,

my family is
my greatest inspiration.

And I know
what you're thinking.

It sounds corny as hell,

but my grandpa Earl--

he was a Pullman Porter.

He worked really hard,

but he always made sure
to come home

every night to have dinner
with his wife, Joyce.

And then there's--

well, there was
my little brother, Coogie.

He helped me discover
my love for cooking.

[laughs]
I would have to always keep him

from eating straight out
of the pot,

but today...

...each of you
get to do just that.

Right out of the pot?

Family-style.

- [girl] Okay, how do I look?
- [shutter snaps]

My mouth was open!

Next.

My hair was sticking up.

- Don't I get to do that again?
- Next.

[Papa] Timing is everything.
You gotta be ready

for the flash.
That's the key.

Next.

So you gonna smile?

Real niggas don't smile.

Thanks for having
my back earlier.

No problem.

Mr. Gasca just gave me
a warning.

[man] Next.

♪ Fiending for your energy ♪

[students] Ooh! Ooh!
Look at--

[girl] Hey!

[girl] Girl!

[girl] Damn, Maisha!

- Hair...
- [whistles]

♪ Lovely days is over ♪

♪ Over, over, over ♪

Achoo!

Next.

Oh, hell to the no!

[Papa] I gotta get a do-over.

Next.

[girl] You look good, Maisha!
I am sure!

♪ quiet smooth music ♪

Maisha' whack fairy dust ass
just ruined my pictures.

♪♪♪

[Kevin] Hey, Maisha.
Guess you

figured out your hair.

♪♪♪

You ain't ready for this, Kev.

♪♪♪

- [shutter snaps]
- [Emmett] Next! Here you go.

Come back and see us.

Next.

Can I have
the Hawaiian Wavy?

♪ jaunty music ♪

So is it extra
for ombré, or...

No.

[Brandon]
What the fuck?

[Emmett]
$1.99 for everything.

[woman] Really?

[Emmett] Yeah,
that'll look good on you too.

What the fuck is this?

[Brandon] My cousin texted me
and say

he saw the truck down here.

As you can see, all good.

You need to explain to me
real fast

why the fuck you moved
my truck.

Look, business was slow
at Sonny's,

so I came here
to make us some money.

And what, you figured
you was gonna sell hair

- out the truck too?
- One-stop shoppin'!

The express bus runs
from Lake Shore

all the way
through the South Side.

Lots of ladies
getting off work.

I could lose my license
over this.

Nobody wants to buy food

with weave.

This is just
from the last hour,

from tacos and hair.

♪ upbeat percussive music ♪

[Emmett]
And this is just your cut.

50/50, right?

I'ma take this in exchange
for not whoopin' your ass.

Get this shit off my truck.

[woman] Uh, hello.
Hello?

I'm still waiting
for my Hawaiian Wavy.

♪♪♪

You heard her.

Get the customer
what she need.

♪♪♪

[woman] It took forever.

[Emmett] All right,
I got you, I got you.

[Emmett] I'll throw in
an extra ounce.

♪♪♪

I named her Jordan.

Oh, uh...

I remember one time,

he wanted a summer job
so bad

just so he could make
enough money

to eat at Michael Jordan's
Steak House.

[laughs]

He worshipped that man.

Made me watch all his games.

Hey, you should hold her.

Hmm?

It's all right.

I'm right here.

Ah.

♪ melancholy music ♪

♪♪♪

She has his nose.

And his ears.

♪♪♪

[sniffs]

♪♪♪

I'll be right back.

♪♪♪

Thank you...

♪♪♪

...For doing this with me,
Ronnie.

♪♪♪

Hey, beautiful.

♪♪♪

Hi.

[rap music over speakers]

♪♪♪

♪ Ha! ♪

♪ Let me see you drop ♪

♪ You runnin' on fire ♪

Papa, why your eyes closed?

Man, I ain't even gonna lie.

I'm still in my feelings
about it.

And Jake ass cheesing hard!

[Jake] I'm not smiling!

Yes, you are.
Look at it.

Whatever.
Look at yours.

[laughs]

♪♪♪

I'ma--I'ma go, uh,
grab another slice.

♪♪♪

Oh, looking good,
young brother.

Thanks.

♪♪♪

All right, listen up!

I'd like us all
to take a moment

and thank Mr. Otis Perry

of Perry's Pizza

for sponsoring picture day.

[applause]

♪♪♪

My son, Jamal,
was killed in 2011.

The killer, they never caught.

So that sweet boy
that you murdered

just in case his mama
couldn't do it--

[Jerrika] Babe!

[door closes]

I'm so sorry.

I couldn't get rid
of these dang protestors.

What happened?

Did you find plates?

No, I didn't,

and you should be sorry...

'cause you just missed your man
going to the semifinals.

- [laughs]
- [joyful cry]

I'm so proud of you!

Thank you, baby.

We gotta celebrate!

Yeah.
You hungry?

If so, we should order in,

because this man has done
enough cooking for the day.

I'm hungry,

but...

...not for food.

♪ mellow music ♪

♪♪♪

Yo, Kiesha, you gotta see
these pictures of Papa.

What's wrong?

It's Dad.

Flaked on you again?

Couldn't pick you up?

Daddy had a heart attack.

He--he's dead.

[cries]

♪ somber music ♪

[Kiesha crying]

♪♪♪

I didn't embarrass you today.

♪♪♪

They came hauling off
Big Mike.

He my top earner,
so I sent in this kid.

You know, his mama a hype.
Pay her a little rock,

she let her boy
do whatever I need.

He ain't got no rap sheet.

♪ disquieting music ♪

Shit, I'm trying
to make things right.

I did what you asked.

I got some outside guys

to go to that house.
I didn't know

it was no old lady
they beat up, though.

You didn't have to know
who it was.

Problem is, you chose
the wrong people

to do the job,

niggas who don't know
the difference

between scaring people

and sending them
to the fuckin' hospital.

♪♪♪

That's a real problem.

♪♪♪

Oh, shit.

Miss Ethel?

♪♪♪

That was her house?

Damn.

I've known her
since I was a shorty.

Oh.
Oh, that's nice.

We ain't supposed
to be making headlines, Reg.

Douda, man,

I'm doing
the best that I can.

You know, maybe if I knew
why we was doing

any of this shit
in the first place--

♪♪♪

Why we doing this

is above
your fuckin' pay grade.

♪♪♪

[exhales deeply]

♪♪♪

Soldier up, Reg.

The shit is on.

♪ haunting music ♪

♪♪♪

[keyboard clacking]

[bell dings]

♪♪♪