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Hey, sorry, this one's taken. Alright, let's settle down.

Goodnight, find a place, please.

Mnh-mnh. That's not gonna work, see?

Sorry.

Q: Damn it. We're out of D505 forms.

If you cuss at me one more Goddamn time.

All I said was "Damn it."

Your curse was worse than my curse.

See, here they go, right here.

Culpepper: Alright. Everybody, focus up.

Today is one of those days

that threatens to tear the very fabric of our city apart.

Today is gonna be a bitch.

You've gonna deal with a lot of irate customers today.

It will be long, and your resolved will be tested.

But what can I say?

This is why we carry the free mace.

Remove the safety off the nozzle.

-Come on, Q! -Hey!

Hey. Hey. Come on, now.

I'm not gonna make the same mistake twice.

Today, the new Jordans come out.

[ All shouting ]

Today, we got 108 repos.

[ All shouting ]

For fuck's sake! What?!

Today, Culpepper?Calm down, Worchowski!

Come on, you all! Suck it up!

We're Chicago police, eh? No fear!

Hey, you don't have a family, Martinez.

[ Indistinct talking ]

Q: Chillax.

Chillax, okay.

If you want to be mad at anybody,

be mad at Stacy, okay?

Because after months and months

of letting the paperwork pile up,

she decided to get it all done in one night.

You told me to put a dent in it or I was fired.

So I did Adderall.

[ Indistinct talking ]

I said "put a dent in it," not finish it,

Drugs McKenzie.

Culpepper: Whatever location you're at, remember,

these are sneaker-heads.

Keep your guard up.

Don't be fooled by how silly they're dressed,

or how "Asian" they may seem.

Because of the size and priority of this backlog,

I've had no other choice

but to enlist help from our friends

over at West Side RTO.

Oh, man! Fuck West Side.

Them some bums. -Sit down.

Simon: Crucial Conflict work at Aldi's.

At least they have jobs, Simon. And we're all out of options.

♪ I was born on the South Side ♪ -♪ South Side ♪

♪ I was raised on the South Side

♪ South Side ♪

♪ Everybody stick together like we in a line ♪

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

♪ On the South Side ♪

♪ South Side! ♪

Hey. Hey, guys, alright.

Good hunting. Detective. Detective.

Junior detective.

Somebody left a pair of stained evidence underwear

in my locker, along with this note.

Oh, no, no. There's shit on that. Please don't do that.

No, no, it's already dried up.

It says, "We're gonna get you, Fat Idris Elba."

Don't listen to them, sweetie.

You don't look nothing like Idris Elba.

Like, not on your best day.

Hey, what does the note mean?

The underwear means they about to get in your ass -- deep.

I'm sorry, but they gonna fuck you up.

All because I...

do things by the book, huh?

You know, at least I have a moral code.

You know, you know you are beyond by the book, okay?

The morality lectures.

You take all the good loot that we get,

and then you log into evidence.

Those speakers are too big for y'all.

That deeejay's gonna come back--No, somebody wanted them.

So just give them away. Just look the other way.

You're gonna mess up your ears.

Oh, and let's not forget -- the chili.

Kiddie chili -- nobody want to eat that dry shit.

You're supposed to slurp it with milk.

I read the note. It's nasty.

Look, you're just gonna have to take this ass-whoopping.

Q: These are your assigned pick-ups.

Aaron: Hey, K, I got your fine-ass cousin.

Hey, what's your mouth, Aaron. That's our fine-ass cousin.

Uh, how fine we talking?

It's way out of your leagues, Jamal.

We'll see.

He asleep.

Okay, guys, look.

I picked these routes out for you specifically, okay?

Absolutely no trading.

Come on, Stacy, let's go.

You tell everybody that you off the Adderall?

Stacy: Yeah. I was off Adderall,

because I had to get the work done.

Who want to trade?

[ Indistinct shouting ]

♪♪

Hey. Hey!

Y'all listen to me. I don't work here.

Hey. How you get the new J's already?

-Hell yeah. -I got connections.

Look, me and Juanita met on a certain website.

That's not important, though. -He's right.

Somebody took it. -Took what?

My laptop.

Oh, lord.

Chase, my sci-fi novel is on that laptop.

Wait, "Web of Stars: Sage One -- Quantum Tunnel"?

Yes. Will I ever get off this rock?

Will I ever see the Spirit Fountains of Ghenemi?

What was that strange blip that Karen saw

in the subspace monitor,

deep under the surface of Europa?

Bars.

Enough with that space nigga novel.

-Wow. -My new EP was on that laptop.

It took me a whole year to finish.

I was getting ready to change the way we say the letter "W."

-So, who do you think stole it? -You did.

Us?

One of you RTO fools repossessed it this morning.

Was it you? You look like you steal laptops.

Simon: Travis, relax.

Relax. -Relax?

Yeah.Simon, you know that "relax"

is, like, the least relaxing word, man.

I bet you West Side RTO took it.

South Side, West Side -- y'all RTO.

Simon, please, you've got to help me get the laptop back.

It's our everything.It's gonna be tough.

West Side RTO ain't like us.

They're really good at their jobs --

and I mean excellent.

-Mm-hmm. -And my boo don't lie.

♪♪

Goodnight: All these people are here to buy sneakers.

That guy's never getting shoes. Alright, guys, come on.

Push it over. One line. One line.

You guys know how to form a line, right?

Hell no.

Ha ha. Hey, looky here.

If it isn't Rico from the neighborhood.

What's good, Turner.Hey, what's up?

Like your earring. Thank you.

No, shut the fuck up. You got money to buy gym shoes,

but you ain't got money to pay me my rent?

No, it ain't even like that, Turner.

It's a graduation gift for my cousin.

See, that's what you've not gonna do it, with the bullshit.

Where's my money, or get out the line.

No, no. Hey, y'all -- y'all --

don't let them do this to me.

Get your clown ass out the line. Let's go. come on.

Ain't nobody helping you. Hey, year heard my partner, brother.

Kick rocks, dirtbag. Let's go!

One foot in front of the other, my man.

I'll take that earring, and snatch it right on out.

-Alright, but... -Sell it on eBay.

Turn up Tuesday -- We got quarter wings,

$2. 00 plates of spaghetti, y'all.

Nobody's going to your party.

Nobody go to that party.

Let's go. -No.

-Yep. Got you. -Alright.

Get my money.

Hey, that was actually cool.Well, you know.

Hey, I don't have a lot of other friends in the district.

Might as well start with you, right?

Okay.

That's the most half-assed sideways friendship proposal,

but cool.

-Got to start somewhere. -Yeah.

I don't think so, dude, 'cause they don't even

get the harmonic spear until after chapter three.

That means the space leeches are still alive.

Yeah, I think they are still alive.

Stacy, can you please take two seconds

to see when the West Side trucks are gonna be here?

No. I been working all night.

I'm done working. Stacy is in stasis.

Stacy, this music is the apotheosis of my life's work.

Without it, I'm like the ocean

without a moon pulling me forward --

just wet, dawg.

Wet and still -- like a puddle.

Don't take this from me.

Don't take this from the world.

Nope.

Stacy, you do music, right?

I don't do it wrong.There you go.

Maybe you can use her as a feature on one of our songs.

Maybe.

Alright, fuck it.

Okay. But I want a real feature, though --

not like the girl who said "Maybach Music."

She didn't get paid.Okay. Okay. Done.

You smart.

[ Computer beeps ]I found it.

West Side RTO truck number eight.

It's on 55th and Singleman.

-Yes! -Whoo!

What y'all cheering about?

New Keyshia Cole just dropped.

Yeah?

Well, text me your Tidal password so I can listen to it.

I ain't giving you nothing.

I don't want to be disturbed.

-Hey. Hey, Marcus! -What's up?

Oh, shit! Tom G. What's up, dude?

Hey, yo, how was your cousin's surgery?

His what?

Your cousin, ZayZay -- his surgery.

Oh, ZayZay, he's fine, man.

He just had surgery.

Yeah, yeah, how'd -- how'd it go?

Yeah, it was laparoscopic surgery, man.

But don't worry. It was good, man.

Yo, I had that!

-What? -Yeah, laparoscopic.

No, you stop it, man!

Yo, just come up here so I can hear you.

Are you sure?Yeah, man.

These gumps ain't gonna say anything.

Come on.

Oh, yes, we will say something!

Tom G: Let my man come through.

Let my mans come through.

Let my man come through!

Thank you. Thank you.

He was here, too.

I've been in this line since 600 a.m.,

and I'll be damned if I'm gonna lose my spot

to two long-shirt-wearing motherfuckers!

Oh, you want to come at our shirts like that?

[ Indistinct talking ]

Goodnight: What's going on?

Lady Sneakerhead: This fool tried to butt the whole line.

Sister, you gonna do this in front of the --

-Yes, I am. -Who was here first?

[ All shouting ]

Oh, hell no. Hell no!

Look, look, look! I'm the line now.

Over here.

Come around. Come around.

Around here. I want everybody...

Come around.

Simon: Slimin' Simon coming through with the rhyming.

Go ahead and spit something back at me, Truck Eight.

Over.

Bitch, I know you hear me.

Olivia: Who the fuck you calling "bitch," bitch?

Hey. Sorry about that.

Just a little miscommunication.

I was wondering if you'd be so kind

as to pull over for a few clicks.

Why the fuck would I do that?

So that we can rendezvous, and reclaim

some property RTO took on accident. Over.

No. I ain't pulling this over for shit.

It's 'cause of you sloppy South Side fools

that we got all this extra work to pick up.

What stays on this truck happens on this truck,

and what happens on it, fuck it. We ain't going nowhere.

Give me this. Hey, listen.

Now, this is Travis Capone, A.K.A. Ted Williams III.

You probably follow me on social media

or something like that.

But look, there's a laptop on the back of that truck

that means more to me than my life.

Rat-ta-ta!

My EP is on that laptop.

I put my heart and soul into that album.

I recorded the whole thing with a stack of money

pressed to my ear so I could truly talk that money talk.

Don't destroy my masterpiece.

It could be this generation's "College Dropout."

Man, fuck Kanye!

I ain't mean that. Yes, I do.

I -- man, I don't know.

I could just fucking kill that man.

I would also kill for that man.

Huh? My laptop!

Hey, look, brah, if it was any other day, we would pull over.

I mean it. But yo, them new Jordans is coming out,

and we've got to get back west

and finish this all up before the hit sells out.

Give me this. Give me this.

Hey, what if I told you there's a store near you

right now that never sells out.

Where?

-Really? -I'm making stuff up.

Come on, guys. You know I'm making up shit.

I'm just trying to keep stalling for time.

Wait, wait, wait! I really know a place.

I don't do small talk.

I do.

Turner: Bun Bun. You right her,

who only dates SoundCloud rappers.

Come through. Come through. -Go.

Cuban Papi with the chains.

You want this guy, right here?Salsa, merengue, bachata.

Come, come, come, come.Alright. go ahead.

-Excuse me. -You know you habla Español.

Uh...

too much thirst on this side.

I'm gonna move over here. You calm down. I'll come back.

Alright. Let me see.Damn, officer!

You're looking super fly today.

-Yeah. -So, thank you for your service.

-Mm-hmm. -Ah, how can a brother get in?

I don't know. How can you get in?

Come on.

I just -- I just want to continue

to be safe in this community.

Uh, let this guy in in the red space suit, there. Let him in.

Here it is.

Ooh. I can't wait to hear my song.

I bet you the lyrics has aged over time like a nice Merlot.

If you say so.More sophisticated,

but yet, still so current. Rat-ta-ta!

That's the only part I like.

Q: Hey. It's Big Daddy to Little Bird.

How we doing on those repos, fellas?

Oh, hey. We are tearing ass.

Way ahead of schedule. Nothing to worry about, big guy.

Okay. Please hurry, because Tulsa is threatening sanctions.

Yeah, okay.

K: Bingo.

Yeah, baby!

Alright, y'all. We all sold out.

This dude just took the last pair.

Guess I've got to pay the rent.

Hey, bro. You don't even want these, bro, for real.

Hey, bro.

Hey, bro, these ain't even your size, G.

What's up with them shoes, though.

Bro, the whole time, these are for my granny.

-Yo, yo. -G, come on. Give me them shoes, G.

Hey, no, no.

[ Indistinct talking ]

Bro, they selling some down the street!

Come on, bro!

♪♪

[ Indistinct shouting ]

[ Indistinct talking ]

Man: It's your fault.

Oh, shit!

Yo, yo, yo! West Side RTO!

Hey! Y'all them South Side motherfuckers!

Get off my truck!

Calm down, Lean Quatifah. All we want is the laptop.

We'll be out of here in a second.

You ain't taking shit.

It's because of you motherfuckers we waited in line

at that ashy-ass store, had to do all that small talk.

Goddamn it, I know it's hot.

I don't need you to tell me it's hot.

Yeah! I should use my company mace on all of y'all.

Yo, you can go f--

Hyah! Not before my novel's back into safe hands.

Jordans!

Jordans on the truck!

There's a Jordan truck!

Man, that whole truck ain't got nothing but Jordans on it!

Oh!

-Close it! -I'm trying!

They holding it open!

Simon: Yeah! Use the screwdriver!

[ Indistinct talking ]

Olivia: Get it in there!

Good job, K.

You know what? This is your fault.

You should have stopped and gave us that laptop

with your Jordan junkie ass.

And you got on a pair of Jordans right now!

Man, these is from last year!

Talk about I might as well be barefoot.

And you got on some Jordans, too.

These was a gift from him, which makes it your fault.

Hey, everybody relax.

-Relax? -Relax?

My bad. I know, "relax" is like--

"Relax" is like the least relaxing word, man.

Okay, let's talk this out.

If we're, like, really efficient with this space,

we can each have our own area.

Man, we all about to die. Move.

[Bleep] you going, Joe?

Shit, I ain't pressing. Look, God got big plans for me.

"Love and Hip Hop" ain't calling me,

Ty Dolla $ign ain't did ad libs at my wedding yet. I'm straight.

We're doing the best we can, folks.

We ain't got but one more pair left -- a 7.

[ All shouting ]

I'm only letting in one more customer.

[ All shouting ]

Sir! Sir, one second.

Turner. Turner, listen.

We have to save the last pair for that man and his son.

Turner: I mean, he don't look like he go no money.

But they say billionaires wear the same dusty-ass

New Balances every day, so come on through.

No, we've got to let him in for free.

No, you sound goofy as hell right now.

I got these bids up to $300.

That's five nail appointments -- hands and feet.

Would you listen, please? Okay, gosh!

Alright, you've done what you wanted to do today, huh?

Didn't I have your back today? Didn't I?

Didn't I help you make the money, huh?

Didn't I help you "stunt" on these hoes?

Well, that man and his son are not hoes.

You don't know that. They could both be hoes --

him and the boy.Please, alright.

You're put enough money in your pocket--

The shoes gonna be gone by the time you finish talking.

Just go get them!Hey, my man, let's go.

Come on up here. Come on.

Here we go. Was that so hard?

Was that so hard?

Oh, shit. "Sophie's Choice."

What are you doing?

K: Hello, Officer Turner. This is Kareem again.

I thought I'd call you from someone else's phone

in case you're screening calls.

I'm a little hot, a little scared.

Do you think you could help us?

What you gonna do?What are you doing?

What you gonna do?

You didn't say nothing about twins.

I mean, I know which one I would choose, if that helps.

Man: Oh, shit.

[ Indistinct shouting ]

Goodnight: Eenie, meenie, miney...

Which one?!

Y'all saw I tried to -- I wanted him to get shoes bad.

YO, man, you tough. You tough.

Oh, he's -- y'all -- y'all, y'all -- did y'all see that?

[ Indistinct talking ]

Alright. -Y'all didn't see this.

Remember that...

Okay. Hey, I need you guys to stay here,

and just everybody stay.

Oh, God. It's this way.

Olivia: Listen, bro, you might as well toss them Jordans out of here

so we can get out of here.

She talking to one of y'all.

Man, I can't even be mad. Of course I'm trapped.

I'm trapped everywhere in my life --

trapped in this job, trapped on that level of Candy Crush.

What did you want to do when you grew up?

X-ray technician.

I wanted to combine my...

my love of photography and medical shit, you know?

Instead, I'm just trapped on this RTO truck

with all this crap.

Bluetoo-- Why is Bluetooth in quotation marks?

Surround sound. Yeah, right.

Surround sound is a gimmick.

What you mean?

Think about it. When you go to concert,

you don't get to get on stage and sit in front of the drummer

and next to the guitarist and next to the bassist.

Oh, my God. It's totally artificial.

[ Banging, pounding ]

Hey.

Just so you know, the police is on they way!

Man: You lying, man. We heard your voice message.

Said you a little hot and a little scared up in there!

Come on! Open the door!

[ Banging, pounding ]

K: Whoa, what is that?

Oh, snap! It's the laptop!

Travis: Hey, give me that so I can finish mix and mastering my album!

Sorry, but I need to finish this sci-fi novel before I die.

Chase: Sorry, Travis, the novel is too important.

Alright. I'll type.

You just let the genius flow from you lips

to my fingertips, okay?

-Whoa. -Finally some--

Hey, no wonder why they so thirsty out there.

You ain't never getting a pair of these.

The whole city done sold out.

That's it! Come on!

Hey, my Jordans!

These are my muses!

Simon: Hey, hey, hey, hey! Break it up!

Look, I know what I need to do.

I'm gonna play them my album.

We gonna die.

Hello, world. It's Travis C. --

A.K.A. Trigger Trav.

A.K.A. Young Sweater Weather.

A.K.A. Scottie B. Pippen.

B.K.A. whatever that sound is that whales make

when they having sex.

Now, look, I wasn't gonna play this track

until the premiere next week on WGCI

Bang It or Sling It.

But fate intervened.

So, somebody please go tell fate's bitch ass

to get off my dick.

Let's go.

♪♪

Trash.

[ All booing ]

Wait for the drop!

♪♪

[ All booing ]

The drop made them angrier.

Olivia: Man, turn this bullshit off.

Damn, just chill, okay?

Now, look, play another song. Go past the skids.

Chase: Okay, yeah.

[ Slow melody plays ]

♪ Try to sing ♪

♪ Rat-ta-ta ♪

♪♪

Man: That one's worse!

[ All booing ]

Man, this ain't working. Grab them.

Simon: Travis, listen.

I don't want to let this Angela Bassett-arm-having-lady

manhandle you, but I will.

Back up.

I just want you to know that you're trying to give away

some shoes that Sneaker Freaker

once described as five out of five birthday cake emojis.

[ Engine starts ]

Olivia: Yo, it's Curtis. He came back.

Hey, Curtis!

Yo, drive around the corner so we can hop out!

Good idea.

Hey, my music game him the strength to come save us!

Man, glory to my bars.

Curtis!

[ All shouting ]

Hey, who the fuck is Curtis?

Probably that dude I fucked up.

Whoo.

What is this stuff? Oh, here we go.

[ Whistles ]

[ Chuckles ]

This is old.

Ah, I guess it will work.

Hey! Help!

[ Yelling ]

Turner: Stop it!

Didn't y'all get my text?

Ugh! go! Get out of here!

Goodnight: Oh!

Damn. It didn't send.

Look, I sent it, it did not go through,

and that is totally my fault.

And next time, I will be more thorough.

Partners? Yes?

I respect that.

[ Moaning ]

Q: Well, Stacy, after all of that, it looks like

we only got 11 of 108 repos finished.

Tulsa definitely gonna be suspending

our back-brace privileges.

It's a damn shame.

Hold up.

Why is one of the trucks going to Indiana?

Is it one of ours?

No. It's a West Side truck.

Great. Let them handle that shit.

You want to go get some Harold's?

Obviously.Let's go.

I'll drive.

♪ I-I-I was born on the South Side ♪

♪ Side South ♪

♪ I was raised on the South Side South ♪

♪ Good days on the South Side ♪

♪ South Side ♪

♪ Got paid on the South Side ♪

♪ South Side ♪

♪ Went to church on the South Side ♪

♪ South Side ♪

♪ Went to work on the South Side ♪

♪ South Side ♪

♪ Whole family from the South Side ♪

♪ South Side ♪

♪ Couldn't wait to go outside on the South Side ♪

-South Side! -South Side!

-South Side! -South Side!

♪ I was born on the South Side

♪ South Side ♪

♪ I was raised on the South Side ♪

♪ South Side ♪