The Chi

Previously on The Chi...

I want to know what happened to that kid.

That shit's bad for business.

As you can see, the place needs a little work.

I'll take it.

And I'd like it done by tonight.

We got back most of Jason's stuff

after the autopsy, but not his cell phone.

We sent the mother what we had.

- Hey, don't fucking touch me. - Hey, come on, man.

That guy you were talking to, outside the station.

Yeah, he said he didn't get

his kid's cell phone back from evidence.

I heard you had a non-blood relative

down in the morgue to ID the body.

- That's him, right? - Yeah.

That-that's the motherfucker that blasted the kid.

- - What he doing here?

What you think he doing here, man?

You know where he hangs, right?

- Yeah. - So you go to him.

Show him you for real, and that you ain't gonna snitch.

I know who shot Coogie,

and I seen him.

- Did you buy a gun? - No.

We got plans, Brandon,

and this hood bullshit is not who you are.

You know, I-I got to cut through the park to get home, you know.

Say no more.

What's going on, Kev?

What's going on, little man?

[MEN SPEAKING DISTANTLY IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

Brother, what happened?

Let me take you to the hospital, brother.

Let me help you.

- You been shot? - I have.

Brother, let me take you to the hospital.

Come on.

Hey! Wait!

What the fuck was that? You setting me up?

- No, I... no! - How the fuck he find us?

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

I got scared. I got scared.

And he said if... He said if I didn't...

I was just scared, okay?

I was just... I'm sorry!

He said if I did...

- All right, come on. Come on. -

Fuck.

What's going on, little man?

We need to squash this.

You shoot my brother?

Yeah. I did.

Come on, man.

What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?

Listen, man.

You sh... you killed my fucking brother!

Shit, you got blood on your shirt.

Get-get it off, get it off!

Yeah.

Stay calm, okay?

Stay calm.

Listen to me. You listening?

Yeah.

I need you to go straight back home.

Don't let your mom see you like this, okay?

- Okay. - Look...

- How am I supposed to do that? - Hey, just do it.

And whatever happens,

keep your mouth shut, okay?

- Okay. - It's gonna be all right.

Hurts, don't it?

What's going on, little man?

Yo, chill, Emmett.

Kevin?

Get... if Mama found out you out here, you dead.

She's not, 'cause you gonna help me.

And why should I do that?

'Cause I know why you skip school, and I ain't tell Mom.

Get your little skinny ass out of here.

Please, please.

You okay?

Yeah. Where's Mom?

Just got off work, changing her clothes.

Look, she see you out there all wet,

she gonna know something is up.

- What am I gonna do? - Owe me.

Come on.

Ma?

- Ma? - Yeah, baby?

Uh, where my tampons? I can't wear these supers.

Give me one moment, Kiesha.

Hey.

Hey.

Stop.

We said stop. You kept walking.

- Let me see your hands. - What-what you stopping me for?

Get over the car.

- Where you coming from? - Who you run with?

Uh... run with? I don't run with nobody.

- I'm-I'm coming from work. - Why'd you drop this?

Where's work?

- Trestle & Crane. -

- Trestle & Crane? No shit. - What's that?

We've been trying to get reservations there

for our anniversary, but they never called back.

You know, if need be, maybe I could help you, uh,

get a-a reservation.

Really?

- Yeah, I could just... - Hey!

- Whoa. - Nah, I...

I'm-I'm just reaching for my phone.

I'm sorry, it-it'll just be just a second.

Trestle & Crane.

Hey, Sarah, Brandon.

Hey, Brandon, what's up?

Yeah, um, um...

I-I need you to do me a big favor.

I, um... I need you to set me up a reservation.

- When do you need it? - For, uh, what day?

Saturday around eight would be great.

Saturday at eight. What's the name?

Peterson.

Yeah, Pete... Peterson is the name.

Okay, reservation for Peterson at eight on Saturday.

Yeah, thank you so much.

Yeah, you have no idea. Thank you.

You-you're all set.

Shit.

My wife's gonna flip.

When an officer tells you to stop, you stop.

Yes, sir.

Oh, shit.

Mm.

What the...

Oh, Jesus!

Oh, baby.

Oh, oh, oh, oh...

Ronald Garvey Davis.

Oh, Lord.

No.

Oh, thank you, Jesus.

Oh, baby.

Oh, what is happening?

- -

Jada, honey, it's Ethel.

Ronnie has got himself stabbed, shot.

I don't know. No, I don't need no ambulance.

Just get your ass over here, now!

What the fuck did you do?

Babe, what you talking about?

What you tripping for?

Jerrika, listen to... Look at me, hey...

Don't fucking touch me!

- You lied to me! - Just let me explain!

No, get the fuck off of me!

Get your shit, and get out!