The Chi

Come on, sweep.

I'm running late to school.

Ah, no, no, no. We are closed. No.

- Let me get a grape pop. - You got money?

Man, you know I'm good for it, Amir.

- Grape pop? - Yeah, and some of that jerky.

- What's up, man? - $1 for the pop,

$1.75 for the jerky.

- Wait, how much pop cost? - Dollar.

How much it cost you, wholesale?

17¢.

Okay, so I give you a quarter and that's like 8¢ profit, man.

How you lose on that?

Everybody else pay a dollar.

Habib, listen, man, check this out.

I give you a quarter for the pop

and I pay full price for the jerky

- and we good, man. - How we good?

'Cause you make your money.

Okay.

- Cool? All right. - Okay, but only this time.

Okay, man. Cool, cool.

You give me a hard time...

Hey, girl.

Hey, baby.

I got something for you.

Some of that jerky you like.

Hold on, I got you, I got you, I got you.

Here it is. Good girl.

Like that, huh?

What's going on in there?

Hm...

Messed up, not feeding you, huh?

I know how it is.

Oh, shit.

Yo boy, you better take your ass home!

Oh, shit.

Man, oh, man, I didn't do nothing.

- Shut the fuck up! - Come on.

I didn't do nothing.

These cuffs too damn tight, man. Goddamn.

Yo, check this out, B.

Oh, shit. A fish eating fish.

Fucked up shit, man.

And now you gotta clean it, fry it,

serve it to some hipster.

Circle of motherfucking life, dude.

Come on, let's go. It's brunch time.

What the hell are you doing?

Oh, he just found a baby shark in one of these squid.

Is shark on the menu?

No, chef.

- So don't mess with it. - Yes, chef.

Hey.

- How many covers we got today? - 90.

- Shit, okay. - And the greens are in.

What card do you wanna put it on?

This.

Still haven't paid the wine guy, either.

Shit.

Don't worry. I'll talk to him.

Okay? Be nice.

Got this.

Hey, if you're good, you two book through those in 20.

Oh, we only need ten, chef.

Bullshit. Just get it done right. Come on, let's go!

All right.

You ask him about getting a shot in line?

No, not yet.

Why not?

Because Luis been here, like, three years.

He should get it, right?

I mean, you're twice as good as he is.

There's gonna be a spot opening up.

Tahir's leaving us for the Girl and the Goat.

For real?

You all right?

- I'm all right. Thank you. - Yeah.

Thank you so much.

Yeah. Chef's wife want to throw you

some of that pussy.

Or maybe you already hit that shit.

Oh, go. No.

No, man, she's just helping me out, G.

Helping you with what?

Giving me a shot on the line, you know?

What you want to be on the line for?

'Cause I got plans, dog.

If I do my thing here,

then me and my girl Jerrika can open up our own restaurant,

and then I don't got to be in here,

prepping with your ass anymore.

Whatever, man.

Kiesha, let me borrow your phone.

Uh-uh. No.

All right, then.

I'll tell Mom you're ditching.

If she asks.

Boy, you ain't gonna snitch.

And who you gotta text?

This girl.

Oh, you a player now, huh?

Here.

Thanks.

Uh-uh-uh!

Dang.

Hold on, hold on, hold on. Wait.

What the hell is you doing, bro?

Nah, bro, whatchu doing? Not in public!

Okay, look, I can't have

my little brother looking all dirty,

especially if you're trying to holler at some girls.

Come here.

All right, Kiesha.

Walk your punk ass over there and talk to Andrea.

Man, shut your fat ass up, Papa.

Hey, I'm husky, not fat...

Again about this husky shit.

And I don't know why you tripping.

Talking to girls ain't nothing.

All right, then. Since you're such

a fucking expert, you can come with me.

You with me or not?

Man, why don't Jake go with you?

Hell, no. Stop getting me into this.

Papa, just come on.

A'ight. Bet.

You know what? I think we should head back.

No, no, no.

Don't... wait...

Come on, man.

Hey, Andrea.

Hey, Kevin.

Rhonesha.

Yeah, Papa, I see you.

Well, now, what you laughing about, Rhonesha?

- Nothing. - Mm-hm.

- Gonna sign up? - Sign up for what?

The play. You said you was gonna do it.

Uh... I did?

Yeah, you did.

Jake, Papa, you know, you guys should just sign up, too.

No, no. We said

"we're gonna check it out."

Man, "we"?

We gotta see how it is first.

Oh, shit, "The Wiz"?

Hell, no, you're on your own.

Hey, man, I don't fuck with plays, either.

Look, I just want to talk to you.

Okay, well, there'll be plenty of time to talk

at the auditions.

Come on, stop with the play...

Come on, man. Why you trying to sing, man?

I'll see you later, Kevin.

Come on.

Man, you know you messed up.

You better erase that shit, bro.

- No. - I don't know

you Denzel wannabe motherfuckers.

You got a test or something?

Oh, no, what you doing? Fuck.

Come over here and give me mine.

But you know I gotta keep my eyes out for my mom.

Oh, I ain't finishing by the window.

You wanna get done, come over here.

Shit.

- Oh, wait. - What?

Did you get those Currys for my little brother?

- The Currys? - Yes.

Your little brother want the Currys?

Yeah.

All right, all right.

Who that?

Uh, that's just, uh, my boy E-Ron.

Why you ain't pick up, then?

How will I answer some nigga's call

- while I'm fucking you? - Emmett.

Come on, Kiesha.

Oh, shit.

Really?

Hold on, hold on.

Emmett.

Oh, shit. Uh, it's sh...

Oh, Tiffany.

- Nah, it's... no, no! - No, really, nigga? Tiffany?

Get off my fucking phone! Get under the bed.

I ain't getting under the bed.

What'd I tell you about closing doors in my house?

Shit.

Shit.

Oh, fuck.

Emmett.

What'd I say?

Uh, what?

Uh, you said not to do it.

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.

I told you, I'm working this Friday.