The Chi

Previously on The Chi...

I wanna confess to the murder of Coogie Johnson.

- I quit. - What? Why?

Trying to do the right thing, I guess.

It would be nice to start something of my own.

A food truck, but I don't have the money for that.

Even if the house sells tomorrow,

it could take three months,

if not longer for you to get paid.

They can get that truck fixed.

- What you got, big man? - Soul food in a taco.

It says right there, you his father.

- I just want you to do better. - I'm tryin'.

I see that; it's not all about you anymore.

EJ's good, but his mama is... damn.

- She's back? - Yeah, and she's staying

- with some random dude. - Who killed

that basketball star up near your stash house?

Trice did your boy.

Look, man, we worried about you.

- Don't be. - What about school?

- Reg didn't go to school. - Yeah, he's a drug dealer.

You happen to see Trice around?

Yeah, I picked him up this morning

and dropped him off at his crib.

Get your bitch ass the fuck out my car.

- - Stand your motherfuckin' ass up, dude.

Get the fuck up.

Hey, stay your ass right here.

- You hear me? - Yeah.

- Yeah, all right. - Come on. Come on, dude.

Yeah, get the fuck on your left.

Get your bitch ass in there.

Get the fuck in there, dude.

We've got this.

Take little man outside and wait.

All right.

Didn't I tell you to wait your ass outside? Come on.

Stanley, your shuffle's really coming along.

Kevin, I'm gonna need you to project.

You have a really good voice. Use it.

He's just afraid of greatness, Mr. Gasca.

Man, shut up, Papa.

- You guys talk to Jake? - You talk to those dancers?

The ones messing up our play?

I will. Now, did you talk to Jake?

- Yeah, we did. - He's exploring other options,

Mr. Gasca, in the family business.

- Family business? - Yeah, with his brother Reg.

I've been praying for him every night, Mr. Gasca.

Even whittled a cross for him,

but my mom says he's lost his way.

Well, sometimes you gotta do more than that.

Maybe I'll have a chat with this brother of his.

I wouldn't do that if I was you, Mr. Gasca.

- Reg is a bad mother. - Real bad.

I'll take that into consideration.

But for tonight, our play needs us.

Let's see about this yellow brick road, huh?

Hey. Hey!

Look at me.

So, Michael,

how do you wanna do this?

My mother needs to be able to look at me after.

Hm. Okay.

I'll tell you what, you tell me what I wanna know

and...

the knife stays right here.

I take you on your word on that.

I spoke with your friend, Wallace.

The cop.

He told me you were the one who shot my boy.

Your boy?

I'll be there in, like, ten.

No. Of course I love you.

I mean, my ass is out here getting you ice cream, ain't I?

No.

All right, all right.

Okay.

Hold on.

- Wait. - We got eyes. Lock up. Lock up.

Hey, lemme... lemme call you... Lemme call you back.

Hey. You lost, youngblood?

Who you got on the phone?

N-no.

No, man, I... I was just leavin'. I...

Who you with?

Nobody, I... I swear.

Oh. You look like you was playing hide and seek.

What you doin' around here?

I was goin' to my girl house.

She... just gettin' her... Gettin' her...

Gettin' her ice cream.

Oh, that's cute.

What kinda ice cream you get her?

Mint... mint chocolate chip.

Not bad.

All right. Look, I didn't see nothin'.

I... I didn't see nothin'.

Who said anything about seeing something?

Nigga, what was you doin' hiding there?

I had no choice.

They gon' kill him?

Don't matter. The man said wait, we gon' wait.

- But what happens next? - Bro.

See, that's why I knew I shouldn't have

brought your ass with me.

I'm good.

All right.

Come on.

Go on.

Finish it.

You stick here, little man.

Go on.

Take a look if you want.

I asked about the chain he was wearing.

- Jason's chain. - Yeah.

This is outside the corner store?

- Mm-hmm. - Go on.

We argue.

I took out the gun, and...

I need to hear you say it.

I shot him.

That was it.

You remove anything from the body?

Just my boy's chain.

It was the last thing that I gave him.

Okay.

Let's talk about after.

You tell anybody else what you did?

- No. - And the gun?

Sold it.

Who'd you sell the gun to?

A guy on the street.

- What street? - 63rd and King.

What'd the guy look like?

I don't know.

You're lying about the gun.

I sold it to Meldrick.

I don't know his last name.

Yeah, I know who you're talking about.

Anybody see you shoot Coogie?

What's that matter?

Corroborate the story.

Everything helps.

Anybody witness you shooting Coogie?

Yeah.

Name?

- Three. - Copy.

Opening cell three.

- -

What you lookin' at?

Nothin'.

So you taking the truck out tonight?

Yeah, I gotta start makin' some kinda money.

Brandon, what are you lookin' at me like that for?

The guy that you messed with, you... you work with him?

I just wanna know.

I thought you said this wasn't gonna be a thing.

- It's not. - Then why you askin'?

'Cause look what you got on.

Oh, I can't look cute at work now 'cause Marcus is there?

See?

I knew y'all worked together.

Do you see me all up in your shit

because you fucked your boss, Sarah?

She's not even my boss no more, J.

Can we just not do this?

I'm moving on and so should you.

Okay.

It's already in my rearview.

Good.

So guess what? I just got a solid offer

on your mom's house.

- That's a good thing, right? - Yeah, so you can get paid

- and fix up that roach coach. - I'm sorry, what?

- - Not too much on my truck, okay?

Back... back it all the way up.

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry. - It's a work in progress

- is what it is. - Sure, let's go with that.

I'm taking the offer over to them now.

You comin'?

Yeah, I'm comin'. I'm comin'.

Ooh! There you go.

There you go. Ooh!

- Whoo! -

There you go, there you go.

Oh, oh, ohh

- Ah! -

I got you. I got you.

Hm?

Well, it's almost time