The Chi

Previously on The Chi...

Walk your punk ass over there and talk to Andrea.

- Gonna sign up? - Sign up for what?

The play.

Oh, shit, get under the bed.

I ain't getting under the bed.

If all you're gonna do is fuck

and get high up in here,

the least you can do is start paying your mother some rent.

Coogie in jail.

I need you to give me a ride down to the police station.

What were you doing on that corner? You tried to rob him?

Testing to see if he was still alive.

Shoes are missing, you know? Necklace.

Jason, Jason.

I want to know who did this to my boy!

You say you his father, then you need to act like it.

You need to find out who shot Jason.

Emmett Junior is your responsibility, too.

Just 'cause you named him after me don't make him mine.

Says right there, you his father.

Fuck.

You killed my son?

Your son was dead when I found him, man! He was dead!

You got the chain that I gave him!

Take the chain, man. Take...

What's up, baby? I'm walking into work.

Brandon, it's Coogie.

You were supposed to be watching him.

That's what brothers do, Brandon.

Little man, I'll give you whatever you want.

Just show me who killed my brother.

- Oh, you like that, huh? - No...

Now that's what you been lookin' at instead of me?

No, I haven't.

Bitch, what the fuck you lookin' at?

Them cheap-ass shoes.

Bitch, you need to get the fuck up outta my face,

'cause you don't know me like that.

Oh, I know you gonna get your ass beat.

- Keep lookin' at my man... - Bitch, back the fuck up!

- Back the fuck up. - Now that's what you want?

Is that what you want? Ho-assed bitch.

Damn, Kiesha.

That bitch was lookin' at me. The fuck I'm supposed to do?

How 'bout you look away?

Come on, now. Don't... don't do me like that.

Come here.

No, you ain't say sorry yet.

I'm sorry.

Emmett, I'm ready to go.

Let me make it up to you.

Shit.

Really, Emmett?

What? He ain't gonna remember any of this shit.

He don't even know what's going on.

You lame as hell.

We can go into another room. We can go into another room.

- No, this ain't me. - We can go into another room.

Kiesha... Fuck!

Keisha! Keisha!

- Man, come on. - Leave me the fuck alone.

Man, you trippin'.

Damn.

What's up?

Triflin'.

- Yo, what's good? - What's up, bro?

I'm gonna swing through this party tonight.

You should come.

Nah, I'm good, man.

I gotta get home to Jerrika.

You know, I got a lot of shit going on right now.

How you doin'?

Supposed to go over to my mom's house

and help her clean all Coogie's shit out the room,

but, like... I don't know, it's just tough, bro.

You know, she's blaming me for this shit still.

Shit, man. I'm sorry.

She hearing voices and fucking...

Yo, why don't you roll with me tonight, man?

Get your mind off stuff.

No, I'm good, bro.

Something up?

Talk to me, bro.

Brandon.

I think I know who killed my brother.

Shit. For real?

Yo, what the fuck we gonna do then?

I don't know what to do, Luis.

- You got a piece? - Nah, man, I'm...

I ain't trying to kill nobody.

You're gonna need one.

Whatever you wanna do, I got your back, all right?

Thank you, bro.

Fuck.

I miss him.

Me too.

I'm glad you're here, Ronnie.

Here you go.

No, I'm good.

Oh, okay. More for me.

That Jason's stuff?

Yeah.

His phone is missing, though.

The detective said it wasn't in the inventory.

I wanted it back for the pictures, you know?

I wanted you to have this.

Where you been?

You said you were on your way home hours ago.

I went to hang with Luis.

Well, while you were hangin' with Luis,

I watched two episodes of Fixer Upper.

Even put this on for you.

Oh, so you don't want none?

Okay. Don't be waking me up in the middle of the night.

- I got work tomorrow. - Why you acting like that?

- Come here. - No! You missed your chance.

Why you trippin'?

'Cause you'd rather be hanging out with Luis.

Uh-uh.

I actually went by the store were Coogie was shot.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Mornin'.

Cream, two sugars.

Oh, thank you.

That was, um, nice last night.

Yeah?

Now I gotta go to work.

Hey listen, why don't you stop at the store

and pick up something good?

Some ribeyes, crab legs or something, you know?

I'll cook tonight.

- Okay. - Okay?

Oh, and grab a bottle of wine, too.

- Yeah? - Pinot.

You remembered.

No, I just... I never forgot.

I'm about to be late. Let's go.

Was chattin' up this girl too. She looked good as a mug.

Called me "little man," said I had mad charm and whatnot.

Bullshit. Trice didn't pay to watch his whip.

Man, why you always hatin'? What he give me this for then?

100 bucks? What'd he drive?

Rimmed-up G Wagon.

My brother roll with him in it sometimes.

Man, you saw that on his Gram

when he was talkin' up that Lawndale shooting.

Bro, my brother Reg was there for that shit.

I ain't gotta check his socials.

Okay then, what your brother say about the shooting?

Nothing. What the fuck would I ask him for?

He roll with Trice.

Maybe they know what the kid did to get blasted.

Look, we ain't asking to say shit, all right?

If anything, that dude saw me.

I'm the one he comin' for.

What y'all whispering about?

None of your business, Andrea.

You coming to play rehearsal?

- That's tonight? - Yeah.

Wednesday and Thursday, too. I texted you.

Yo, remember we was gonna play 2K?

- Oh, yeah. - Papa says

he gonna posterize you.

Ain't nothin' stopping y'all, but we got play rehearsal.

- Ain't that right, Kevin? - Forget her. Go, us.

Yeah.

Yeah, right. Have fun with the munchkins.

You think Kev hitting that?

Better be or at least get a good peek at her titties

with all that Wiz bullshit she got him doing.

Excuse me.

Watch where you walking, fat boy.

- Hey, who you... - Chill.

You don't want none of that.

My bad. Peace.

- Bitch callin' me fat? - That's Andrea's cousin.

- For real? - Yep.

Dang.

Okay, I got two dead kids, both outside the stash house.

One was Jason Roxboro, a basketball star.

Yeah, he was second team all-city.

- What about this other kid? - Coogie Johnson.

He was shot in front of Snacks & Liquor corner store,

so it's technically not the stash house.

Don't play word games with me, Detective.

The shit started there.

I'm just point out the facts, Sergeant.

Okay, who shot this Coogie kid?

Easy. One of Jason's crew.

This kid was a basketball star. Okay, he was a good student.

- He didn't have a crew. - It was asshole versus asshole.

- It's simple one-on-one. - Are you serious, man?

Yeah, I am.

You two handle your shit and work this together.

What?

What does Wallace have going on with the stash house?

That's need-to-know intel. I'm late.

Ma!