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Previously on The Chi

I now pronounce you
two honest women

who are no longer shacking up
out of wedlock.

So how much you sell
your son for?

Five thousand.

I want my little brother back.

Jake said you were dead.

Look, I know I can't
take his place,

but I'ma try to keep
his business alive.

I think that's
what he would've wanted.

I'm nervous about
leaving next year.

I wanna stay here.

Girl, I don't care
what nobody say.

Drake can dance.

I know; I saw
the "Hotline Bling" video,

Malaysia.

That's how they dance in Canada.

Mm-hmm, slightly offbeat
'cause it's cold up there.

Ma, you're not eating
my fries, are you?

No, Kevin, I'm only eating mine.

You're not even
looking at the bag

you're putting your hands in.

Can I have my fries, please?

Uh, no, 'cause every time

you eat in this car,
you make a mess.

No, normally, I don't
like light-skinned dudes,

but Drake got lips for days,

and them waves in his hair
is natural.

No, I read somewhere he don't
even wear a do-rag to bed.

Mm-hmm, that nigga can get it.

Ew, what type of mint is this?

This don't got no flavor.

- Give it to me now.
- Why?

Is this some new form
of crack rock?

I ate one.
Am I on crack now, Kiesha?

I'ma kill you.

What's going on back there?

Nothing.

Kevin, what are you hiding?

Kevin Miles Williams,
you better answer me

when I'm talking to you.

What are you hiding?

Kevin!

I am
so disappointed in you, Kiesha.

Are you trying to have a child?

How dare you go get
contraceptives

without talking to me first?

Don't you dare.
So you fucking now, Kiesha?

- Don't act like you know...
- Get your ass in the car!

Get in the car!
Get in the car, Kiesha!

I can't even
look at you right now!

I'm sorry, Kiesha.

You always
getting me in trouble.

- I didn't mean...
- Don't talk to me.

Okay.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
why you in such a hurry?

Kiesha in there?

Oh, no, I just went to go grab
some pen and paper.

She didn't come home last night.

She probably stayed over
Malaysia's.

You know, prepping
for a track meet or something.

Why you always covering for her?

If I find out
the two of you are lying...

We're not. I gotta go.
Love you, Mom.

But I need you
to do another one,

like, a long one, and I need it

to hang, like, right up...

Look, don't be like that.

Traffic was crazy
on the Dan Ryan.

Just hurry up.

These people 'bout to be here
in, like, 30 minutes.

That's cool. Where the kitchen?

All right.

Devante.

Come on, baby, your daddy here.

Daddy!

Hey, what's up, man?

Ahh. Oh, damn, boy.

- What you been eating?
- Pepe's.

Pepe's? Why are you
feeding my son Pepe's?

Nigga, ain't nothing
wrong with Pepe's.

I was raised on Pepe's.
My mom and them ate Pepe's.

I can tell.

Well, you wasn't saying all that

when you was
getting me pregnant.

Uh, yeah, you looked
a lot different back then.

Fuck you, Emmett.

Don't say bad words.

Exactly. Now, stop cussing
in front of my son.

Why he always your son
when you here

but he mine when you gone?

Look, I ain't got time for this.

I gotta get to work.

Put this on.
Chef hat. You the chef.

Where's the food at?

My assistants bringing it.

Assistants?

Negro, please don't do me

like you did them lesbians
on they special day.

How you hear about that?

My cousin Teesha was there,

and she said
the fried chicken was dry

and the yams needed
more brown sugar.

But did she tell you
she smashed two plates,

then tried to smash me?

Please.

Who is that?

That's my assistants
with the food.

Now, hurry up
and get up outta here.

How you get an assistant?
I thought you was broke.

Devante, you gotta
use the bathroom?

- No.
- Yes, you do.

Okay.

All right, all right.

Now, Shay, please take
your son to the bathroom.

Let's go, Mama.

You killing Daddy's vibe.

- That's right.
- What vibe?

You from Postmates?

Appreciate it.

- Baby, you look good.
- Thank you.

- Calm down.
- Devante, slow down.

Bon appétit, motherfuckers.

It is so beautiful.

Thank you, cuz.

Oh, I love it.

Somebody make me a plate.

I got you. What you want?

Oh, okay.
Um, chicken... everything.

Just make me everything.

- Everything? Okay.
- Yeah. Uh-huh.

Thank you.

Mmm, yes, God!

I ain't had no Big Jones
chicken in a minute.

Mmm, this barbecue is on point.

- This gotta be Lem's.
- Yes.

Uh, you want me
to make you a plate?

I could've ordered takeout
myself, nigga.

You had quite a load
there today, Mr. Ronnie.

You keep this up,
you'll be rich enough

to take me out on a date.

I'm flattered, but I'm kinda
seeing somebody right now.

What's her name?

Brandy? Alizé?

Tequila? Maybe Hennessy?

Them girls
can't do nothing for you

but make you forget.

I'm a real woman.

I'll give you
something to remember.

Have a good day, Charlene.

Bae, just let me
do the talking, okay?

We don't wanna embarrass Kiesha.

She hasn't answered
any of my calls or texts

for the past two days.

When I get my hands on her,
I'm gonna do more

than embarrass her ass.

Let's just try to be
level-headed, okay?

She gotta be here somewhere.

Of course she's here.
I know my daughter.

Kiesha might miss a meal, but
she won't miss a day of school.

I'm afraid Kiesha's not here.

In fact, she's had
a lot of absences lately,

which isn't like her.

How come no one called us
if she's been missing school?

Well, my apologies,
Mrs. Williams,

but we have over 4,000 students.

It's hard to keep track
of every single one.

But isn't that your job?

Actually, it's your job
to make sure

your child shows up and on time.

You're the parent.

Oh.

Okay.

We just need to find her.

Kiesha's been gone for two days,

and we're slightly on edge,
as you can imagine.

I understand.

I've asked her teachers.

We've reached out
to some of her classmates,

but no one's heard from her.

I'll let you know
if I hear anything.

Thank you for your time.

I'm sure she'll turn up soon.

And what if she doesn't?

Who's to blame for that,
us or you?

Let's try and think positive.

Come on.

Something's wrong.
I can feel it.

Maybe she's at home. Now.

Could be home,
could be anywhere.

Bottom line is,
don't-don't trip, don't stress.

You know, we're gonna
see what's what.

Okay?

Watch where you're going.

Malaysia, how come you ain't
respond to my text?

You ain't my man, bro.

Look, it's an emergency.
I need to find Kiesha.

I promise you,
I don't know where she at.

And low-key,
I'm still mad at her anyway

for sending me off
the other night,

and she ain't responding
to my texts.

She acting fool as fuck.

Wait, so you ain't see her
Sunday night?

Nah, but that don't mean shit.

Kieshas can be sometime-y.

You mean Kiesha?

No, I mean Kieshas.

Every Kiesha I met,
unreliable as hell.

You got her boyfriend's number?

Now, why would I have
her man's number in my phone?

I ain't that type of bitch.

You got his address?
Please, I need this address.

- Why?
- 'Cause something's wrong.

You know my sister.

Look, all I know is,
people call him Nuck,

and he run
with the 63rd Street Mob.

And don't tell her I told you.

That was some
shady-ass shit you pulled,

serving them people
food from other restaurants.

Shady or genius?

Shady.

Thank you.

Seven, six, five,

four, three, two, one!

What?

Is it a boy or girl?

You having twins. Congrats!

You having a boy and a girl!

Jesus Lord.

I already got four kids.

So you a lieutenant now.

That shit can't happen
again, Mike.

You got it?

It won't happen again.

All right, so keep
an eye out on this dude,

'cause I got a feeling he's
gonna be a fucking problem.

My bad.

You forget the rules
to this house, young man?

Sorry.

This is the third time you
walked on my hardwood floors

with your gym shoes on.

Do you have a bad memory?

No.

Then why you find it
so hard to remember shit?

Maybe you don't wanna live here.

Yeah, I do.

Yeah, maybe I should let
your brother Trig

come for you.

He dead.

I don't think
that's really true.

Well, he dead to me.

Is that right?

Yeah.

I don't know that nigga.

Yeah, well,
he came back for you.

You wanna go live with him?

Nah, I wanna stay with you.

Then take your fucking shoes off

before you come into my house.

You like that, Daddy?

Come here. You know
I like everything you do.

Look here, I'm cool
with us setting up camp

for a couple weeks.

All right, but I didn't come
back to the Chi to lay roots.

This place takes...
it takes lives like cancer.

All right, so if you still
wanna do hair,

that's cool with me,
but it's gotta be temporary.

As soon as we get Jake back,
we out.

Did you even ask him if he
wants to come live with us?

It ain't up to him.

He's 15. He ain't no baby.

Yeah, I know that.

Why haven't you seen him?

I don't

I don't know. I'm just-I'm just
waiting for the right time.

Why are you walking away?

You done with this conversation?

Nah, I'm just trying
to take out the trash, damn.

So tell me what happened.

It's a long story.

I ain't got nothing but time.

Did I ever tell you my pops

used to work
in the mayor's office?

No.

He used to wash toilets.

And he'd come home
with these rough, ashy hands.

Kinda like mine.

Yeah, they a struggle.

Every day my pops came home,

he would rub my hair
with those hands.

It was like we could feel
how hard he worked

just by him touching us.

It's funny,
but ever since I got back,

I-I can't stop thinking
about him and those hands.

I mean, we didn't have shit, but

we were happy.

We had each other.

So what happened?

Cabrini-Green happened.

I mean, that place turned
into a war zone, and

the Chicago Housing Authority,

they-they shut it down and

told everybody to leave,

put us in temporary housing,

promised to replace the projects

with brand-new condos
where we could all

come back and live
happily ever after.

Well, years went by, and

the condos were never built.

So my pops, he went to work,
and he complained.

He complained to the mayor?

Yeah.

And he fired him.

He couldn't find work
for months.

And after a while, he just

he just started to lose
that light in his eyes.

And one day,

he left and just
never came back.

Then my moms got depressed.

She started hanging out
with drug dealers.

Then she got pregnant with Reg,

and by the time she had Jake,

I was halfway out the door.

When I got to Kankakee,
I-I couldn't find no work,

so I started selling.

Eventually, I found out that
Reg was running the streets.

That's when I knew
Jake didn't stand a chance.

I wasn't there
when he needed me.

But I'm here now.

Jake is the only blood
I got left.

You need to go see him.

And say what?

That you're his brother
and you love him.

That shit don't mean nothing.

Well, it's gonna have to.

I'm gonna go get dressed.

You're taking me out.

What's the occasion?

Nigga, I'm the occasion.

Yo, look what the devil spit up.

I was starting to think
you wasn't gonna come.

Had a few errands to run.

Negro, please.

You dressed like you got
a good government job.

Must've found yous a woman, huh?

Mm-hmm.

If I had one,
I wouldn't be here.

Then why you walk in here
smelling like cheap cologne

and hair grease?

Pussy ain't my only motivation.

Let me get a vodka soda.

How come we ain't
seen you in a minute, bro?

Been busy.

- Are you in a cult?
- What?

I know the signs, man.
My brother's in a cult.

Is that what happened to Snippy?

Yeah, everybody
think he in jail on drugs.

Me and my mama
keep trying to tell folks

he somewhere
living in the woods,

reading pamphlets
and eating bugs and shit.

I ain't in a cult.

- Prove it.
- How?

Show us where you stay at.

I ain't gotta show y'all shit.

Mm-hmm, that's what
my brother said too.

Now he in a cult.

I'm so excited.
Welcome, welcome, everybody.

Welcome to Windy City
Speed Dating.

Huh?

It's so great to see
so many hot singles tonight.

I tell you, if I wasn't married,

I might bring one of you home.

Don't ask me who.
That's unprofessional.

You know where I met my husband?

Right here at one
of these events, so...

Okay, on to the rules.

Uh, rule number one,
no lewd language.

Number two, men must
switch at the bell.

Number three, no touching.

And most importantly,
no refunds.

- Have fun.
- Okay.

- Hi.
- Hi there.

Nice to meet you.

Roger.

Jada.

Okay, I'll start.

Um... I'm from Naperville.

I own my own home.

I have two cats.

- I'm a Cubs fan.
- I hate cats.

I mean, they're cute and all,

especially when they're kittens,

but they don't pull
their weight around the house.

Dogs, on the other hand,
they guard.

They-they help you with
exercise when you walk them.

I mean, cats are just
spoiled brats.

I mean, no disrespect,

but that's why the Egyptians

used to kill 'em
back in the day.

Mm-hmm.

So what do you
like to do for fun?

Mm, not much.

Well, what about hobbies?

Is sleeping a hobby?

Nah, I don't think so.

Ah, um, I like watching
movies on Lifetime.

And I love hanging out
with my grandbabies.

- You're a grandmother?
- Mm-hmm.

You know,
if this were a contest,

I'd be losing right now.

You can't possibly
be doing worse than me.

Um, this is probably TMI,

but I haven't been
on a date in years,

and I'm just looking
for somebody

that doesn't have a record

and knows better than to wear
gym socks with dress shoes.

Is that too much to ask?

It sounds
pretty reasonable to me.

Huh.

Well, before we get too deep,
I'm a grandmother,

and I'm not good at texting.

I don't have a problem
with either of those things.

Great.

So what part of Asia
are you from?

I'm from Lincoln Park.

Oh, my... I'm sorry.

It's all good.

What about your parents?
Where are they from?

They're from Lincoln Park too.

Wow. Why am I so bad at this?

It's all right.

Just relax... and remember

it's not a contest.

Nigga... you homeless?

Why you ain't say nothing?

I actually like it here.

You a lie and a half.

I didn't like the shit at first,

but after a while, I realized

it's the first place
I actually feel like

I'm a part of something.

Yeah, part of
the homeless community.

People here treat me
with respect.

Bro, this shit ain't healthy, G.

Fuck this.
I got room in my crib.

- Just stay with me.
- Yeah, me too.

Yo, we could take turns, man.

Y'all not listening.

This where I belong. I'm good.

How you living, Ronnie?

Hey, man, you or your friends
need a new phone,

I'll cut you a deal, right?

- All good, Pete.
- All right, man.

All right.

Hey, Ronnie,

bunch of us
is playing craps later.

- If you're free.
- Maybe later, Haze.

Hey, Ronnie!

What's up? What's up? What's up?

'Sup?

That's my dog.

All right, all right.

There we go.

Shit.

Coming.

Hey.

Hey, is Emmett here?

No, but he'll be back
in an hour.

Okay, good,
'cause I came to talk to you.

Oh, shit,
what's-what's going on?

I brought you some food.

Where's that from?

Uh, some chick who cook outta
her house on 51st and Ashland.

So... what's going on?

So

I did the speed dating
thing you told me about.

Good! How was it?

Not great.

What-what do you mean?
What happened?

I-I'm just not good at it.

What do you mean
you're not good at it?

All you gotta do
is just flirt a little bit

and don't tell them people
how many grandkids you got.

So I said all the wrong things.

And on top of that,
everybody there

was at least
ten years younger than me.

I just want somebody
simple and easy.

I don't need
all the bells and whistles.

I just wanna go listen
to some decent jazz,

take a trip to Jamaica
every now and then.

That's it.

Okay, can I keep it
100 with you?

Please.

You need somebody
to blow your back out.

That sounds painful.

It can be, but in a good way.

Okay?

His name is Suede.

He massages shit.

I'm looking for a life partner,
not a masseuse.

Well, until you find
a life partner, call him.

Just don't tell Emmett
you got that from me.

Ma? What you doing here?

Hey.

Your mama don't need
an excuse to come over.

I didn't say she did.

What's wrong with you? Hey.

Mm, I got what I needed.

I guess I'll leave y'all to it.

Yo, you wanna watch EJ tonight?

- No.
- Leave her alone.

I'm just trying
to give you a break.

How 'bout you give me a break
and feed him when he wakes up

instead of expecting me
to do it?

Okay, bye, y'all.

- See ya.
- All right, love you.

What you eating?

Your mama brought me some food.

What about me?

What about you?

See, I can't get no respect.

Boy, here, shut up.

Damn. Who made this?

Some chick. Hmm.

What's her number?

What you want
the bitch number for?

Not like that.
I'm trying to hire her.

For what, Emmett?

To come cook for me.

Oh, well, that's smart.

See, I be having
good ideas sometimes.

You be having good ideas
all the time.

You know words of affirmation
is my love language.

And you know
physical touch... is mine.

Oh, I know that.

After I finish eating.

Oh, I'll touch your body
while you eating.

Mm, mm.

Emmett, one of us needs...

Emmett.

Would you just go get him
a juice box or something?

All right, damn.

Can I get another one?

I got you.

No, I got it.

Suit yourself.

You looking?

For what?

Me.

Look, nigga, I ain't like that.

Ain't like what?

I ain't like you, okay?

Do you know where you are?

A bar.

No, you're in a gay bar.

Nigga, just 'cause I'm in
a gay bar don't mean I'm gay.

- Oh, are you curious?
- No, nigga.

And you need to get
the fuck away from me,

talking all that shit.

Oh, I'm so sick of trade.

Wait, what you call me?

I'm tired of you
straight-acting niggas

walking in here acting like
your presence is a present

when it ain't.

You think you're all of that

with your muscle shirts

and your snapbacks

but be the first to bend over
grabbing your ankles

and screaming my name
at the top of your lungs.

You trying to die
tonight, nigga?

Get off of me!

What the fuck are you doing?
Stop!

My bad, my bad, my bad, my bad.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Don't apologize to me.

Apologize to

I'm sorry,
I don't know your pronouns.

- He and him.
- Apologize to him.

I apologize.

It's okay.
Everything is all right.

It was just a misunderstanding.
We're cool.

Are you okay?

It's all right. I'll live.

I always do.

Fuck.

I'm so sorry.

What the fuck are you doing?

Why the fuck would you bring me
to a fucking gay club?

I don't like that shit.

Do I say anything
when you take me

to those wack-ass
straight clubs?

Dress code, really?

Look, we don't even
have to go anywhere.

All right,
we got drinks at home.

I need to be around my people.

I'm your people.

No, you're my person.
You're not my people.

These are my people,
and I told you a thousand times

I don't wanna be in the house
just because you're scared

people are gonna think
you're gay.

I'm not gay.

And you don't have to be.

Look, you're a woman, all right?

That's all I see
when I look at you.

You can't love me and hate him.

It doesn't work like that.

Come on.

Imani.

Last night makes the third
night she hasn't come home.

- Correct?
- Yeah.

And when was the last time

any of you saw her?

Kev?

Um... I guess Monday

before she went
on her morning run.

You guess?

This is important.

Now, was Monday morning
the last time you saw her,

yes or no?

- I-I don't remember.
- Stop lying.

This isn't a game.

Um, she went to a party
Sunday night,

and sh-she didn't come back.

What you mean
she never came back?

She told me not to tell you.

Tell us what?

I think she's with
her new boyfriend.

What new boyfriend?

- Okay, just breathe.
- Don't tell me to breathe.

I see this all the time.

Young women get infatuated
with their boyfriends.

Next thing you know,
they're playing house.

My daughter's not like that.

I thought the same
thing about my daughter.

I was wrong.

I wanna fill out
a missing persons' report.

Be my guest.

Give me Kiesha's laptop.

I can't even look at you.

Take your ass to school.

We'll talk about this
when you get home.

Look, don't worry.

All right, I'ma find her.

Hey, bro.

How come you didn't
answer the phone?

I been texting you all day.

Man, Douda took away my
phone privileges last night.

He told me to go outside
and play.

I was like, "Nigga,
this ain't 1983."

He'll be outside soon
to give us a ride.

You good?

Nah.

I ain't see Kiesha yet.

Damn, she still with older dude?

He ain't been back ever since
he got his ass beat.

But a friend told me
she been messing around

with this dude named Nuck.

You heard of him?

What he look like?

I don't know, but she said
he hang with 63rd Street Mob.

Maybe you could ask Big Mike
for his address or something.

Maybe.

Man

I gotta find her.

What if she dead?

She ain't dead, bro.

Look, I know what it's like
to lose a sibling, okay?

And I wouldn't wish
that shit on nobody.

We gonna find her, all right?

All right, let's get
a move on, gentlemen.

You Dominique?

Don't nobody call me that.

Well, you the chick
I spoke to on the phone?

I don't know.
I been on the phone all day.

Look, I ain't got time
for the bullshit.

Neither do I.

Look, I'm trying to talk
to you about a job opportunity.

Do I look unemployed to you?

No, but I know how you can
make some extra cash, though.

- What's your name?
- Emmett.

- Prove it.
- What you mean?

Show me that dick.

You crazy?

I mean, word on the street is,

you walking around here
with a third leg,

so if you are
who you say you are,

then let me see it.

You lucky I'm desperate.

Come on.

Damn, it smell good in here.
What you cooking?

Whatever's in season.

Okay.

What you got a taste for?

Everything.

Well, I hope you got
some money with that,

'cause ain't nothing
in here for free.

Especially me.

How much do you cost?

Depends.

What you want?

Look, I need a chef
for my catering business.

Oh, you that dude that
used to work with Brandon.

Yeah, I mean

may he rest in power, you know?

Please, he wasn't shit.

Damn, how you gonna just talk
about a dead man like that?

Just 'cause he dead
don't make him no angel.

You ready to eat?

Always.

Thank you.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Mmm.

Oh, my...

Look

what I gotta do to make you
come work for me?

Do I need to pumice your feet?

Kiss your pinkie ring, what?
Oil your scalp?

I'll do anything.
I'll do that shit.

I don't like working
for nobody but myself.

Do you know how much money
we can make?

I don't do it for the money.
I do it for the culture.

Pssh, you ain't gonna be able
to do shit for the culture

when the health department
come shut your ass down.

Look, if you go
into business with me,

we can split everything 50-50.

I'll give you top billing.

You can cook whatever you want.

Whatever I want?

Whatever you want.

Where's this kitchen at?

Look, come to this address
around ten.

By yourself, though.

You gonna leave and not have
none of my peach cobbler?

Mmm.

Damn.

Girl, you gonna
make me risk it all.

Big Mike tell me
where Nuck stay at.

It's a trap house.

So what?

I don't think
you should go, man.

You might fuck around
and get killed,

and I ain't trying to have
your blood on my hands.

Yep, I think we all need
to just pray for Kiesha.

Look, bro,
I ain't trying to pray.

I need to do something.

Jake, you got a visitor.

- Who is it?
- I'm not your secretary.

You remember me?

What you want?

I came back for you.

I'm good.

I don't think you are.

I'm alive, ain't I?

For now.

Look, I ain't gonna
end up like Reg.

I'm smarter than him.
I know how to play the game.

Man, you don't know shit.

You need somebody to guide you.

Douda's guiding me.

Bro, that's my job, not his.

Well, you ain't been around.

- I used to be.
- When?

You probably too young
to remember this, but

when you was little,
I used to take you

and your badass friends
to Six Flags every summer.

You was always too short
to ride the Viper,

but look at you now, man.

You 'bout taller than me.

Look, I gotta get back to work.

I'm on the clock.

Look, if you-if you
want me to leave,

just say the word and you'll
never hear from me again.

Nah. You ain't gotta leave.

Okay.

Well, maybe we could
get to know each other.

Yeah, maybe.

I got a house in Kankakee

with a backyard and everything.

I want you to come live with me.

I don't know about all that.

Baby steps.

A'ight.

Baby steps.

Why can't you do anything right?

No, don't answer me.
Give me the ticket.

This don't say pasta, does it?

It says... yeah, mm-hmm.
Go back. Fix it.

All right, Kev,

if you're going to Nuck's house,

we coming with you.

I'm not going nowhere.

Yes, you is, Papa.
Stop being a punk.

Y'all know I can't fight.

Come on, do this for Kiesha.

A'ight, but if they got
a pit, I'm out.

Mm.

Oh, yes.

Ohh.

How you liking that pressure?

Oh, it's perfect.

I'm only asking
'cause I wanna make sure

I'm not hurting you.

Oh.

No, you're hitting
all the right spots.

I can go deeper if you want.

Oh, yes.

Oh, oh.

That's it.

Oh. Ooh.

Yeah.

Oh.

Ohh.

You ain't gotta leave me
a tip, Miss Washington.

Matter of fact,

I'm giving you a discount.

Huh?

Mwah.

Who's that?

Who's that?

Yo, what up, my nig?

What's up, man?

It's been a minute.
How you been?

Yo, you know,
same shit, different day.

Yeah? What's up, little man?

How you living? Oh, oh!

Oh, so you still doing
the massage thing?

Yeah, bro, it's my side hustle.

Ladies need massages.

That's true. Yeah, they do.

It ain't as easy
as it sounds, though.

It's backbreaking work,
trust me.

Oh, I ain't trying
to break a sweat.

Yeah, I'm just trying to break
a sweat doing other things.

See, that's your problem
right there.

You a wild boy too.

I know, but now
I'm getting paid for it.

Word?

Wait, you delivering
happy endings?

Every now and then.

Man, you-you living the dream.

I know. I just wrapped up

with a client
on the second floor.

Oh, shit, hey.

Wait. Wait a minute.

My-my mama live
on the second floor.

What's her apartment number?

Two-B, nigga.

Hey!

Hey, don't let me catch you

around here again, motherfucker.

Bitch-ass nigga.

Really, Ma,
I went to school with him.

Look, please don't
embarrass me like that.

I'm serious.

Look, if you wanna have fun,

I'll have Tiff
get you some-some toys

or something like that,
but this can't happen again.

Real talk.

Boy, I'm grown.

I ain't playing.

Give me ten
like you're drinking gin.

When your daddy come out,
I go in.

I'll take five while I'm alive.

These bones here
make all you niggas cry.

Have you seen this girl?

No?

Hey, boss.
Hey, have you seen this girl?

She went missing
a couple days ago.

Hey, uh, have y'all
seen this girl?

No?

Hey, uh, you seen this girl?

Yeah.

Saw her waiting for the bus
the other night.

Well, did she get on it?

I-I'm not sure.

She's been missing
for three days.

Anything you can tell me,
I appreciate it.

Yeah, if I remember anything,
I'll be sure to let you know.

Hey. I know who you are.

Yo, man, you got a problem, bro?

I know her phone
is here somewhere,

and you're gonna
help me find it.

Hey, hey, hey, yo!

Back up. Get the fuck off of me!

Get off me! Back up!

- Back the fuck up!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Back the fuck up!

Who is this woman, Ronnie?

And why is she here?

She don't mean any harm.
Her daughter's missing.

I'm not leaving
until I find that phone.

It's pink.

Hey, Pete!

Yo, Pete,
let me see your phones.

For what?

You pick one up across
the street the other night?

Near the bus stop? It's pink.

I ain't got no damn pink phones.

Get the fuck on.

Give me the goddamn phone.

Hey!

Get your fucking hands off me.

Get the fuck outta here, man!
Shit!

I know you got
the goddamn phones.

Hey, fuck you, Ronnie!

Get your hands off my shit!
It's mine now!

Fuck you, Ronnie!

I found it!

I got it!

Here you go.

Here you go.

What the fuck happened to it?

I don't know.

If I find out that you
had something to do with this,

I'ma come back here
and I'ma kill you myself.

Better get your ass outta here.

How you help her out like that?

That's crazy.

Where'd you get this?

Oh, this dusty thing's
been here.

Nah, they don't make 'em
like this no more.

I first learned how to cook
on one of these.

Oh, we really about
to fuck some shit up now.

Perfect, let's make
this late-night money.

What you mean late-night?

Well, look, Sonny closes
the place at 10 p.m.,

and it's just sitting empty
for nine hours.

You know, we need to take
advantage of that.

So I did a lot of research,
and apparently,

like, the after-hour joints

is the ones that's
making all the money.

We can get them drunk-ass folks

making their way home
from the club,

people working the night shift,
and the church people

leaving the Tarry services.

It's an untapped market.

I ain't trying to work
no graveyard shift.

I'm trying to sleep.

Look, I-I know a lot of my
business ventures have failed.

Oh, I've heard.

But my mama didn't raise me
to be no failure.

She raised me to be a king.

I know I done had
a lot of trial and error,

but at least
I'm out here trying.

I ain't trying
to just feed my kids.

I'm trying to build a legacy.

This is bigger than me.

You done with your
little self-help speech?

Yeah.

Okay, then.

Let's get this money.

Um, is Kiesha here?

Hell no.

How I know
you're telling the truth?

Think that shit
supposed to scare me?

It's scaring the fuck outta me.

- Shut up, Papa.
- Hey, listen to your boy.

You better get
the fuck on, shorty.

I ain't leaving
without my sister.