The Chi

Previously, on "The Chi"....

Fuck, man. You want the clip or not?

I... I don't really... I don't want... uh!

Gimme your fuckin' money. Come on.

Get your shit and get out!

So you don't wanna hear nothing I gotta say?

- No. - 'Cause we're married.

- What? - Come on, dog.

You're getting stupid.

Everyone in service is talking shit about you and Sarah.

- It's bad. - That's why you're gonna

- do this for me. - I'm gonna need more supplies.

Then you better get 'em.

Gimme the code and I'll help you find his killer.

Maybe there's something on there

that can help Jason's case.

You wanna play with guns?

'Cause we could always use another shooter.

So you in now.

- For real? - This shit is for life.

I can... I can pay you this back.

Hey, no hurry.

Shouldn't have taken that money, son.

Tracy? It's been a while, huh?

What are we looking at, guys?

Guns. Government issued.

Wonder how they're getting that.

Yeah!

What's the security like over there?

Nothing we can't handle.

You heard me. I don't care

who you gotta call, but I want that shit gone

- before I open. - All right, all right.

I heard you.

Where Tep and JB at?

Now, see, that's the problem.

They've got other ideas about what I should be doing

- with this... - Oh.

No, no, no, whoa, whoa.

Come on in, young man.

Um, you want me to unlock the front door?

No, no.

- Keep it locked. - No, you don't...

What?

Why don't we let him decide.

Mm, decide what?

How'd you like to make some cash?

Well, yeah, but I still owe you from before, so I...

It's okay. That's okay.

This is gonna make it good and then some.

Hell yeah.

- Emmett. - What?

Oh, shit.

What you doing with Emmett's cologne?

Look, women like it when men smell good.

- It's a turn on. - Hell, not that much.

And who told you that?

I heard you talk to Emmett on the phone.

The exact words were,

"Oh, baby. You smell so nice."

That shit turn me on.

Stop listening to my conversations.

All right.

I know you drowning yourself in this cologne

'cause you wanna impress Andrea.

Yeah, so?

How do I make her like me?

You can't make nobody like you, Kev.

It don't work like that.

- You gotta respect girls. - I do.

You better be.

Can't have my little brother out here gaming.

I don't got no game.

I can help you with that.

- How? - Tell me about Andrea.

- Oh. She hot. - Uh-uh.

There you go, objectifying.

Okay. Damn. Um...

She good at math.

Okay. What else?

Uh, she got nice hair.

It ain't that good, but okay.

- She has beautiful eyes. - Yeah?

- But don't tell her that. - Why not?

'Cause every player's gonna tell her that.

You gotta be unique.

Unique. All right.

_

New paint, floors.

Oh, and check this out.

Italian tile. Set it myself.

See how the light hits it?

Has a... a twinkle. Like little stars are trapped in there.

Well, I miss the linoleum.

Broke three glasses already. It's colder on my feet.

She hard on the glassware.

I'ma be hard on your ass if you don't

watch your damn mouth.

Well, y'all really fixed up the place.

Okay, so. I just need you

to sign these.

It's just adding me as the listing agent.

Pretty standard stuff. Just sign where I've indicated.

Yeah, I'm gonna have my lawyers go over that.

Ignore him. He ain't go no damn lawyer.

- Hi. - What's this?

Jerrika our new listing agent.

Well, what happened to the old guy?

Man, he crookeder than J Cole's teeth.

I was gonna tell you the other night,

but it slipped my mind.

Um... Maybe we should, um,

let y'all two talk.

Well, hold on, we still haven't landed on the listing price.

We can do that later.

Look, I'm sorry.

They just... they asked me and I wanted to make sure

they didn't get taken advantage of.

Yeah, it's cool.

You been getting my texts?

Yeah, I did.

Well, is it cool that I at least come by the apartment

- to get my stuff? - You got a key.

So just come by. Just let me know.

Is tonight okay, or...

Um, not sure I'll be there.

But yeah. Can you get them to sign that?

- What? - Man, you ain't

- getting back with that. -

That's too bad, 'cause she's one of those that earn...

You just not funny right now.

Well, you should've locked that shit up sooner.

What exactly are we doing?

We're helping out the community. Come on.

Excuse me, my brother.

No questions asked, huh?

That's correct.

How much are you paying for each gun?

Hundred bucks.

We've also got some gift cards.

Now do you wanna get a gun off the street?

I think it's better if you take a look.

Where'd you say you came across these?

Oh, and I could've sworn you said no questions asked.

I'd like my cash now, if you don't mind.

Will you take some gift cards, too?

We weren't expecting this many.

Sure, sure. I tell you what,

You throw in some of those baked goods over there,

and we are good to go.

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What's your name, girl?

Tracy.

- Tracy Roxboro. - Hey, Tracy.

- Hey, Tracy. - Your boy

that basketball player.

Jason.

My Antoine was first saxophone in middle school band.

They made that big memorial for your boy

up near 79th street.

They did.

He was all up in the news and all.

What was it again?

Oh, yeah. "Shining star cut down

by the mean streets of the South Side."

That's enough, Tasha.

Her son gets memorialized and talked up.

But my son? Not a thing.

- That's not her fault. - It's still messed up, though.

If I was you, I'd be pissed off, too.

I get it.

It's a lot of raw nerves up in here.

So if you lookin' for hugs

or somebody to tell you it's gon' be all right,

this is the wrong place to be.

I'm not quite sure what I'm looking for.

Come take a seat.

Want some coffee, Tracy?

- Yeah, that'd be nice. - Good.

Bring some next time.

'Cause we ain't got none here.

- Oh. - All right, let's start.

Free to go.

I know what you did, Ronnie.

I want Jason's phone.

Unless you want me to start asking you more questions,

I'd walk away.

Okay, places everybody.

What's that smell?

Uh, I don't know.

Smell like my granddad up in here.

Ready, and, five, six, seven, eight.

Here she go, about to mess up.

- How you know? - Just wait.