South Side (2019–…): Season 2, Episode 6 - Chicago's #1 Party Promoter - full transcript
-Sorry, everybody,
this funeral is at capacity!
You can't stay here.
You gotta get on out of here.
-Ay, Stacy. This about to be
my Big Sean moment.
He pulled up to Kanye,
started rapping for him,
and got a record deal.
I'm about to rap in front of
every heavy hitter in Chicago.
Whether they like it or not.
Working at fucking Zara
ends today, at 9:06.
That's when my shift over.
Gratata!
Ay, move out the way.
-I heard G Herbo and Common
supposed to be here and --
I think I hear Jennifer Hudson
yelling right now.
-Hey, yo...
-Excuse us.
Excuse us.
-Uh, excuse me, sir,
uh, pew for two.
-Say what?
-Two pews, please.
-You askin' a lot
for somebody ain't getting in.
-You good, Shorty. Come on in.
-Oh, thank you.
-Too many dudes up in here.
-Stacy!
We're supposed to be together!
They need me in there!
-♪ I was born
on the South Side ♪
♪ I was raised
on the South Side ♪
♪ Everybody stick together
like we in a line ♪
♪ 'Cause it ain't no side
like the South Side ♪
♪ On the South Side ♪
♪ South Side! ♪
♪♪
-[ Sniffling ]
-I'll give her back her seat.
Don't worry.
[ Mourners crying ]
♪♪
[ Fake crying ]
It's okay.
It's okay, Vic Mensa.
-Hey, uh, excuse me.
I-I think I left my Bible
in the bathroom.
-You left your Bible
in the bathroom?
-Yes, sir. Yes, sir.
-People leave Bibles here
all the time, brother.
What chapter was it on?
-Judas.
-I'm gonna need you to get
on out of here, bruh.
-My auntie made the macaroni
and cheese.
-Cecil, you had her
macaroni and cheese?
-Do my ladies run
this motherfucker?
-Hell, yeah!
-Hell, yeah!
-And where my dogs at?
[ Men barking ]
Shake Williams, Chicago's
number-one party promoter,
has popped his last bottle
here on Earth.
We'll all remember when he would
look at us and he'd say,
"Bring girls next time."
"Bring girls next time."
Per his last and final wish,
I would like to ask everybody
to please stand and join me,
one last time,
in the Percolator.
-♪ It's time
for the percolator ♪
♪ It's time
for the percolator ♪
♪ It's time
for the percolator ♪
♪ It's time
for the percolator ♪
♪ It's time
for the percolator ♪
♪ It's time
for the percolator ♪
-Alright!
-♪ It's time
for the percolator ♪
♪ It's time
for the percolator ♪
♪ It's time
for the percolator ♪
♪ It's time
for the percolator ♪
-Damn, they stopped it
before the drop!
-That's wack!
-I remember my first
Shake party.
It was the Chicago Back Bash,
best party of the year.
I went home with this
big-ass nigga, LaCarver.
He said he was named
after LaDainian Tomlinson
and George Washington Carver.
-Oh, come on.
-He was prison-fine.
'Cause he had just got
out of prison.
-Goddamn.
-Ohh.
Now, see, he looks nice.
Ooh, with a pocket square.
Ahh.
Also looks like there might be
some meat in them slacks.
-See? I told you you were
gonna be great.
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Oh, snap.
Scottie Pippen is kicking it
with Da Brat.
-[ Gasps ]
-That's cool, man.
Hey, you know, um,
I feel like, as -- as Alderman,
I should probably go back there
and say hi to them.
You know,
that's that Alderman stuff.
You know, you gotta shake
a million hands.
Yeah. I think --
-Okay, let's go.
-Oh, no, no.
I mean -- I mean I'm gonna go.
Like, you stay here and, uh --
and mourn.
And mourn. Take your time.
Take your time.
-Okay.
-Okay. Be right back.
What up, Pip! No, no, no.
-I --
-No, just stay --
just stay here. Please.
I don't know if I can
explain it any better.
No.
-I --
-Now we're causing a scene.
-I'm sorry.
-Just stay here.
That was a test.
No.
I really have to do this alone.
-I wanna see him.
-I know.
Look, you can watch
"The Last Dance" again.
I need to do this in person.
-Okay. Fine.
-I don't know what to say.
We --
We were supposed to do
so many great things together.
We was gonna eat mushrooms
at the planetarium.
Ride jet skis on the lake,
side-by-side,
high-fiving and shit.
-Come on!
-We were going to finally prove
that giardiniera was invented
by a Black man.
-I knew it!
-He's here today.
His name is Gil Cousins.
-Alright.
-He did not bring
any giardiniera.
[ Mourners booing ]
He's talking 'bout it's too
spicy, he got a weak stomach.
I don't know what the fuck
he got going on.
But it's not about him today.
This is about my brother and I.
My life wouldn't be the same
without you, bro.
RIP in the VIP.
-So, you wanna go
down here, right,
and you gon' make a right,
okay, down there.
-Yes.
-And on that corner
where y'all shot Lil' Reese...
-Yes.
-...you gon' make a left
and then just take
the expressway on down, okay?
-Okay.
Yeah, I got it.
-Now, look, here's my private
number, okay?
I know you leadin'
the procession and all, and, uh,
if you get lost, make sure
to use that number, alright?
Also use that number
if you got any dead bodies.
-Well, I might get
lost this weekend.
I might have a body
for you, too.
-Oh, okay!
That's what we on, alright.
-Yeah, it could be. Maybe.
-Okay.
-Malachi Washington-Jefferson.
Wait.
Your family owns this?
-Yes, ma'am.
Yes, we do.
-Ahh!
-We do all the big funerals.
Yeah.
We even did Harold Washington.
-I saw that on YouTube.
Wait.
Y'all had Al Sharpton singin'
and James Brown talking.
Yeah, now, I couldn't understand
what either
one of them was saying,
but that shit was beautiful.
[ Typing ]
-Just one second.
[ Text whooshes ]
Whew.
[ Sniffles ]
That's right.
It's your boy Rico.
More fun than Atari and Coleco.
Put your hands together
if you love Shake.
[ Cheers and applause ]
Shake loved it when we smiled.
So we gon' smile
for Shake today.
-Cheese, Shake, cheese.
-That's right.
I once heard Scottie Pippen say
Shake was his favorite
basketball player of all time.
Man had many talents.
As we all mourn, there's
one thing we all wondering.
Who was Shake gon' leave
the wristbands to?
It could be any of us.
I see you, Maurice.
Now, I know y'all know me as one
of the Chicago's
smallest party promoters.
But, uh, just like your thick
auntie, I'm also the hungriest.
And while I did not ask
for this, on his death hammock,
Shake bestowed upon me...
[ Mourners murmuring ]
...the most important phone
in Chicago.
That's right.
The crown is on my head now.
Mm-hmm.
He entrusted me with his legacy.
I got the Instagram.
I got the Facebook.
All the contacts.
I got his Lyft history.
[ Laughs ]
I know everywhere he went.
You want me to tell 'em now?
Alright, okay.
This is your funeral.
Okay.
Alright.
One more thing that
Shake wants y'all to know --
the Chicago Back Bash,
the jewel in his crown,
the number-one party
in Chicago...
it shall go on!
[ Cheers and applause ]
♪♪
Hey!
Get -- Get him out of here!
Take him out in the alley!
Beat his ass.
Pour pineapple Ciroc
on his wounds, okay?
Q, baby, you know me.
Now, the Chicago Back Bash
is gon' have asses shakin'.
But when they not shaking,
they gon' need to be sittin'.
And that is where you come in.
-Never again.
200 chairs went to
Shake Williams' alleged
"funeral slash turn-up"
and came back all fucked up.
Lipstick stains, Jolly Ranchers
stuck to the bottom
and the top,
sparkler burns and shit.
-That don't sound right at all.
What -- What station?
Is that Power 92?
That's my girl, Money Maha.
Hold on.
You ain't gotta say another
word. Let me call real quick.
Hey, Frank.
Let me talk to Maha.
-♪ Right hand whip,
left hand whip ♪
-Hey, Maha! Girl, you silly.
That ain't even why I called.
Uh, I need you to put me
on the air.
I need to talk to the people
real quick.
-Yeah, of course we can do it.
Guys, we got a very special
announcement right now.
Chicago's new number-one
party promoter, Rico!
-Friday, we gonna be
blowin' Chicago's back out!
That's right.
Don't forget --
the Chicago Back Bash is on!
And we are bringing you the one,
the only --
y'all been asking about him,
some of y'all been worried
about him --
Mr. Trinidad James!
Alive and okay.
And it's brought to you courtesy
of our generous friends
at South Side RTO!
And if you get down here in the
next hour and rent yourself a...
-Lamp.
-...a lamp,
you can get your night read on
and you get into
Chicago Back Bash for free.
Alright, y'all be good now.
-And that's that on that!
We're getting lit-lit
next week, baby.
Pop out.
-Now, look at that.
Come on now, pretty boy.
I just scratched your back.
Can I get that furniture
for the party?
-K is the pretty boy, not me.
And the answer's still no,
Morpheus.
-Psst. [ Clears throat ]
How many chairs
you need, brotha?
-Oh, my man.
-You know.
-I have an idea.
The name of your group
is I Love Bustdowns,
but y'all don't have
a song about that.
So I think if we wrote a song
about Bustdowns and then added
a female vocalist -- me --
we could really blow.
-Bad idea.
That's too obvious.
-I'm sorry you didn't
get into the funeral.
And I'm also sorry
that half my picture
is in Jennifer Hudson's photo
and she tagged me.
We're tryin' to do something
legendary here, okay?
So you can either help us
or go to work early at Zara.
-Actually...
I'm already late.
[ Wings fluttering ]
-Louie Anderson.
Nick Anderson.
Pam Anderson.
Benny the Bull.
There's over 13,000 contacts
in here.
I don't even know
all these motherfuckers.
Okay, alright, I see.
Uh, this is the biggest you got?
Them skylights open?
Alright. Wait.
Hold on.
What's that, Shake?
Oh, h-hold on a second.
Okay.
[ Pigeons cooing ]
Okay.
You a wild one.
Okay, yeah.
We gon' take it, okay?
Uh, but kill all these
motherfuckin' pigeons.
Alright.
-♪ I don't need a reason,
I don't need a season ♪
♪ I get it done, ah ♪
♪ I get it... ♪
-Oh, Trav.
They played their song
"Take Her Out Tonight"
on FakeShoreDrive,
and people love it, man.
So, what do you think?
For their profile picture,
should they do local...
or on the moon?
-This keeps happening
to me, man.
I'm an underappreciated
visionary.
-Mm-hmm, yeah.
-You remember
when I was gonna be
the hood's answer to Tim McGraw?
-Yeah, of course I do.
You wore those
beautiful chaps, man.
-I'm about to
break ground again.
You guys are thinking too small.
While they trying to appeal
to Chicago,
I'm gonna make Chicago
appeal to Great Britain.
I'm going U.K. Grime.
Man dem, "Top Boy,"
run dat choon!
-Yeah, I can do that.
-♪ Betrayal ♪
♪ Yo, this song right here
is about betrayal ♪
♪ Travis C ♪
♪ Betrayal ♪
♪ Man lying through his smile ♪
♪ Betrayal ♪
♪ Fingernails too long,
I need 'em filed ♪
♪ Betrayal ♪
-Wait a minute.
Is this real D'ussé?
I specifically said that I
wanted Evan Williams
in D'ussé bottles.
'Cause niggas can't afford
D'ussé,
but they want to look like it.
Now, I'mma take these
and empty them,
and, uh, if you need anything,
you go ahead and call me.
As a matter of fact,
uh, don't need nothing.
Don't call me.
-♪ Ordered escargot,
found out it's snail ♪
♪ Betrayal ♪
-I think this is gonna resonate.
-Bring it up?
Okay, that is perfect, alright.
I hate it.
Throw it away
and fire those guys.
-♪ She wanna fuck with a nigga
from the Chi-Town ♪
♪ Chi-Town, Chi-Town,
Chi-Town ♪
♪ Chi-Town, Chi-Town,
Chi-Town ♪
♪ She wanna fuck with a nigga
from the Chi-Town ♪
♪ Chi-Town, Chi-Town,
Chi-Town ♪
♪ Chi-Town, Chi-Town,
Chi-Town ♪
♪ She wanna fuck with a... ♪
-So, he had played
for the Blackhawks,
so he had, like, two fake hips.
We had to scoop those out first.
-Wait, I'm sorry.
Scooped out?
-Well, if it's made of
titanium, then, you know,
you have to scoop 'em --
What's up, Marcus?
Tiny feet, what's happening?
You know, when it's made
of titanium,
you gotta get 'em
on out there, you know?
But you keep interrupting
my story, girl.
If you'd just let me finish
a little bit.
So, I was just telling you
that usually
when we do embalming fluids,
when we embalming people,
we do a shot
before we embalm them,
a shot of the embalming fluid.
Yeah, it's been going on
since the 18th century.
It's been going on like that,
whatever,
and we just making it funkier.
-Look, I'mma be real with you.
I like you, you know.
You got a beautiful curl pattern
and pretty eyebrows, but...
I'm a little dead-bodied-out,
okay?
And I didn't ask you out
to talk about work.
-Can I talk a little bit?
I just wanna talk a little bit.
-Okay.
-Just a little bit?
-Yep.
Just a little bit.
-My work is my life.
I can't just cut it off
like that, right?
No matter what you think.
That's kinda like asking John
Lasik to -- to wear glasses.
Now, why would he do that?
-Is that a real person?
-John Lasik?
-Yeah.
-Yeah, he real.
-Okay.
-Everybody got Lasik.
-Okay, well...
-You probably got Lasik
and don't even know
that you got John's Lasik.
-Okay.
-Alight, alright, alright!
Alright!
I see a lot of lovers
in the house.
But also some haters, okay.
Maurice, I see you.
Bartender, he cut off.
Don't give nothing to that
motherfucker over there, okay?
It wouldn't be a Rico party
without some Robinson's Ribs.
Mmm.
They're delicious.
Now, our very special guest,
the reason for the season --
they said I could not
pull it off --
give it up for Shake!
[ Cheers and applause ]
-[ Coughs ]
No, no, no, no, no.
What the fuck?
No, no, no.
I saw him buried.
I saw it.
-Uh, well, per his wish,
he wanted us to wait three days
and then dig him up like Jesus.
This whole night is a write-off.
-I need a drink.
-Oh, I got you, baby.
-Yeah, yeah.
Oh, God.
This is fucking disgusting.
-Oh, no, no, no, no,
absolutely not.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Ugh!
-Whoa, whoa, when, when.
I'm just kidding.
Here you go.
Wh-Where you goin'?
-I can't believe I wore
my good drawers for this shit.
-This is more fun
than watching TV.
-Oh, shit, that's Turner.
Turner!
What up, "Turn Burn"?
Look at me.
I'm dressed young.
-Is that Allen? Hi!
-Hey, Kitty!
-Oh, God, you just lucky
I'm trippin'.
Hey, you a real one.
Why don't you go ahead
and get you some of that
D'ussé up in you?
-Oh, for real?
-You wild, boy. You wild.
Young Sweater Weather,
what's going on?
I like that outfit.
Y'all have fun.
I'm ruined!
-Is that because you got
a dead guy sitting out there?
-No.
That went off perfectly.
Everybody gon' be talkin' 'bout
that shit for years,
till they dead.
It's Trinidad James.
He won't get off the tour bus.
I paid him in advance.
I fulfilled his rider.
I personally got up
at 7:00 a.m.
to drive his hair braider
to the DMV,
but she only brought
one form of I.D.
when she was supposed
to bring two.
And now he said he won't let
his hair get braided
by somebody
that ain't got no license.
-I mean, why would he?
-Every promoter in the city
was waiting for me to fail.
Well, congratulations, Maurice.
You got your wish.
Ohh!
-♪ Watch her shake it
and bubble like a Jacuzzi ♪
♪ Washin'
these bitches wipe 'em ♪
♪ I do my mutha-ly duties ♪
♪ I'm at the house
with your daddy ♪
♪ I'm finna give him
some booty, yeah ♪
-Man, fuck Maurice.
Trinidad James is
gettin' off that bus.
Don't believe me, just watch.
Gratata.
Time for action.
-...shaking hands,
his son was there.
It was cool, but, you know,
at the end of the day,
I was still a little bit like,
"Please stop blowing up my phone
every five minutes,
Jesse Jackson!"
Bruh, I'm not the only
important person in Chicago.
You know what I'm saying?
Ah, anyway, you know,
she's probably sick
of hearing about it.
So, you know, this is --
this is in my blood.
You know, I've been doing this
since I was in the fifth grade.
You know what I mean?
Hey, I can't change.
You know, people try
to change me all the time.
They're like "Damn, come on."
-Hey!
-Alright, now,
get it in, y'all.
Get you hands off her leg,
Shake.
-♪ Oops, my bad,
excuse me, damn ♪
♪ I'm finna shit on you ♪
-Yes, sir. Yes, sir.
Yes, sir.
Ooh. Eww.
-♪ I know I was chosen ♪
♪ Bitch, it ain't
no cameras rollin' ♪
-Brother, brother, can you give
me a hand with Shake real quick?
-The dead guy?
-Yeah, yeah, come on.
We doing $5 Shake Shots.
That's where people can do
a shot with Shake for $5.
You get it?
-With the dead guy?
-Yeah.
Per his request.
-Okay.
-Alright.
All we need do is just, uh,
lean him over --
over this bucket right here
to get everything out.
-He looks kinda stiff.
-Yeah, yeah, he is
-Come on, Shake. Come on, Shake.
-Ohh.
-Come on, Shake.
-Ohh.
-There we go.
Wow.
Hey, what's up, Melinda?
I'll be over there in a minute.
Let me just finish
with him real quick.
-Everything you see around here
is me, fellas, okay?
I'm running this
as my own subsidiary.
The focus is late-night,
hourly furniture rental.
No questions asked.
-What about Bustdowns?
-No questions asked.
-But --
-I said no questions asked.
-♪ Go off, hey, hey,
hey, hey, go, hey ♪
♪ Drip hard, body right ♪
♪ Goin' off all night ♪
♪ Drip hard, body right ♪
♪ Goin' off all night ♪
♪ Go off ♪
-Yes!
Oh, no, I'm not paying you
overtime.
This is something else.
Ladies and gentlemen, it's the
moment you all been waiting for.
Get ready to say "nigga"
way too many times.
Put your hands together
for Mr. Trinidad James!
[ Cheers and applause ]
[ Cheers and applause
slow down ]
[ Cheers and applause stop ]
-What?
-Oh, hell, naw.
-It's part of the show.
I'm sure it's part of the sh--
It's part of the...
[ Crowd booing ]
-You think they bought it?
-I don't, but I do think
they're pretty confused.
Alright.
You ready?
-[ British accent ]
Bruv, I've been ready
since my kickers, innit?
Your knickers?
-[ Normal voice ] Come on.
-Okay, let's do it.
-Trinidad!
Wait! Come back!
Huh. Wow.
So, that's why I tie my shoe.
Wow, this is -- Wow.
What's going on, Chicago?
[ Crowd shouting greetings ]
-What's Travis doing?
-Hey, look,
y'all already know me,
but I'm gonna
introduce myself anyway.
I'm Travis Capone, a.k.a.
Ruth Bader Big Splurge.
Now, look, all y'all just saw.
Trinidad
turned his back on y'all.
On us!
Man, fuck that.
[ Cheers and applause ]
Are y'all ready to hear
that new hot shit?
-Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Y'all want the new shit!
We got the new shit!
-Are y'all ready to go
to the streets of London?!
-London?
-[ British accent ]
'Ello, 'ello!
-Fish and chips.
Yeah, London! Yeah!
-Bruv!
It's massive, innit?
Brexit!
Drop them beats!
Goons!
Deh sounds, Chase!
♪♪
Boonce. Boonce.
Boonce. Boonce.
Boonce. Boonce. Boonce.
[ Normal voice ]
I'm saying "bounce."
-Oh, okay.
-[ British accent ]
Boonce! Boonce!
-Feel it!
-Boonce!
Boonce!
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
♪ I got a ring full of bevel ♪
♪ I finished my A-Level ♪
♪ People still hatin' ♪
♪ Dis wild chile style ♪
♪ All I see is betrayal ♪
-I don't know
why everybody's boo'ing.
He's talking about real stuff.
Betrayal!
-[ Normal voice ]
Man, that was a test!
Just seeing if y'all
like wack shit!
-We don't!
-And you passed.
I'm on a roll.
The next artist
I'm about to bring up --
they new and they hot.
Hell, if hot was a person,
it'd be them.
Without further ado,
I'mma bring y'all my new artist
I already signed later tonight.
-Do it!
-Give it up for I Love Bustdowns
and Stacy Thee Vegan!
-That's us!
[ Cheers and applause ]
-Alright, go, go!
-Here we go!
[ Cheers and applause
continue ]
-Thank you.
Thank you, Travis.
One of the OGs.
You and your generation
definitely led the way.
This song y'all about to hear
right now is called --
Actually, I know y'all
already know what it's called
'cause we definitely
hit a couple charts.
You know it.
It's called
"Take Her Out Tonight."
It's for the lovers,
the other kind of lovers, yes,
the ones that be undercover --
Fuck it.
It's for the freaks.
Yeah!
-But --
But also for any beautiful,
intelligent young ladies
with strong opinions
on rebuilding
Chicago's infrastructure.
I love you already.
[ Laughter ]
-Put your hands up!
Put 'em, put, put your hands up!
-♪ She a bad bitch,
and we gonna do it proper ♪
♪ So we getting wings
and jalapeño poppers ♪
♪ Aw, yeah, I'mma take her
out tonight ♪
♪ I'mma take her,
take her out tonight ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
-Alright,
y'all have a good time.
Y'all be good.
Not too good, though.
Travis, my man,
thank you so much.
I don't know what that
British bullshit was,
but the people are happy.
You know what?
Here.
Have some free drink
toothpicks on me.
Those only good for well drinks,
though.
Enjoy yourself, brother.
Enjoy yourself.
-I don't want
no cheap free shit.
I want social currency.
-What you want, a LitCoin?
-Hell, no.
-What up?
My dawg.
Yeah!
-You remember me?
-You know I do.
You know I do.
I don't know who
the hell that is.
-Look, I want a tagged picture
on the 'Gram from Shake's phone.
-You ain't said nothin'
but a word, brother.
We can take care --
Oh, what time is it?
You know what?
Let's go do it up on the roof.
I always wanted to take
a picture with my hand out
and with a caption that says...
-"I got the whole hood
in the palm of my hand!"
-Man, hell, yeah!
Man, gratata.
-Okay, so -- so, tell me,
what are some of the things
you like about him?
-Okay, I mean, he's generally
a good guy, and he smells good.
And, again, okay,
I'm pretty sure there's
some meat in those slacks.
And I'm trying to un-slack
that meat, okay?
I'm trying to meet that meat.
-I heard you.
Oh, I fucked that dude
right there.
-Another one?
You know what time it is.
Take 'em down, girl.
Take 'em down.
-Alright, now.
Now, look, we also here for
my man, okay, Shake Williams.
This is his last wish.
Last of the last wishes.
Might as well say
goodbye to him right now
'cause he on his way to heaven.
For the last time, everybody,
give it up for my man,
Shake Williams!
-I mean, I don't know.
Okay, like, this is what
I wanted, right?
Like, he is a good, stable dude.
-Check.
-He owns his own company.
-Check.
-He's basically part
of a dynasty.
I'm basically Meghan Markle.
-You a princess.
-We not connecting, though.
-You connecting his shit on --
-It's like he's --
-What the fuck?
-♪ Free before the seven ♪
♪ On the way to Heaven ♪
♪ Crossing over ♪
♪ Crossing over ♪
-Let's go right here.
-Moonlight just right.
-Here we go, baby.
Here we go.
[ Camera shutter clicks ]
Alright, that's it
right there, baby.
That's gold right there.
-Oh, what the fuck is going on?
-Ha ha!
All part of my historic night!
The grand finale!
Alright, T, good job
on the ascent.
Just a little bit more to clear,
just like we practiced.
Hearse team, stand by.
Alright, almost there.
Okay, stop.
Get ready to kill the God light.
Three, two, one.
Percolate.
♪♪
-♪ It's time
for the percolator ♪
♪♪
-We killed that shit, didn't we?
♪♪
He is really the greatest
party promoter of all time.
♪♪
-Now bring him down slow,
just like we practiced.
Hearse team, ready.
Goddamn pigeons.
I told them to kill
all them pigeons.
Oh! Oh, no!
Alright, team, get it up --
No, no, take him back up!
Maximum stabilization!
I said maximum stabilization!
-You've been trash all evening.
In fact, you've been trash --
-Look, I-I promise --
-Wait, no. Take him back up!
Don't ruin my party!
-Watch your step, Rico!
-No!
-Jenny, I promise you,
you have my attention
for the rest of the night --
-Aah!
-Oh!
[ Crowd screaming ]
-No!
-K!
-I really wanna see
what that was.
-No, you don't.
-Periphery...
Oh, my God!
-That ain't my fault.
-Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!
Post my pic!
Fuck you, Maurice!
-Back up! Back up!
Chicago police! Back up!
Chicago police!
Back the fuck up!
-K, grab all this shit!
Let's head to the back door!
-Whoa, whoa.
-It's about to be a crime scene.
-Right here.
-K, come --
Hey, sweetie, um, he gonna
give you the 7-day itch.
Do you want that?
It's gonna itch a lot.
Come on, man! Hurry up!
-I was this close!
Why do people gotta be dying
when I'm trying to get some ass?
-Dude, it's a crime scene, man.
Let's go. Come on.
-Sandy!
-Go back! Get back!
-Sandy, that's not a real badge.
-Shh! People are buying it.
-[ Panting ]
The phone should've went to you.
You were up next.
But Maurice got the phone.
The hood's in the palm
of his hands now.
I'm sorry, Tavis.
-It's Travis, a.k.a. --
-It doesn't matter
what your name is.
No one's gonna know it now.
-Please, man, wait.
Look, look, we still have time.
You can send it from my phone.
It's in your drafts.
Just log in --
-No! No.
There's no time.
This is how
I was destined to die.
Next to Shake.
A mess of limbs and machine,
blood and tears,
dance floor and booty sweat.
I did that.
♪♪
-You did did that.
It's time for the Percolator
in heaven.
I'm pretty sure
Shake got a section.
♪♪
[ Siren wailing ]
-Jenny? Jenny?
Out of the way, X Clan.
Jenny?!
Hey, hey, hey! Hey.
Ay, young man, give me the keys.
Give me the keys.
I think you stole the car.
Gimme the keys.
-No.
-Jenny, you can't
go with him, okay?
Look, I know tonight's been
crazy and we've both said things
we regret, but I --
-Jenny, one question --
is you happy?
-I don't know.
Aside from the two dead bodies
that we saw tonight,
these last 20 minutes have been
the best 20 minutes of my life.
-Jenny, the man shops
at City Sports.
Is this what you want?
You want children dressed head
to toe in Detail R?
Is that what you want?
-He looks good!
-I am an Alderman,
and he is a Bustdown Boy.
-You know what?
Get in the car, Allen.
-No.
-We'll talk about this
at the crab shack. Let's go.
-You were gonna go
to the crab shack?!
You're taking him
to the most secret places?
Fine, fine.
Fine!
-Work...is never-ending.
-So, now you're trying
to ditch me?
-I mean, it wasn't like
you was having fun.
I mean, when Shake was
in the air, you walked off.
The twerking testimonies,
you showed no support.
And then
the pop-lockin' pallbearers,
you didn't even see that.
-I did.
-If you saw,
when they was pop-lockin',
did they have gloves on?
-They...did.
-They did not have gloves on!
-I was saying, they did not --
You know what?
Stop, stop.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Look, it's my night off, okay?
And before I left the house,
I decided
I was gonna fuck tonight.
So now you got a choice to make.
You can either spend the next
two hours hand-mopping blood
and viscera off the ground,
or you can come swim
in some labia majora.
-Okay, well, business is --
business is done.
Yeah.
-Okay.
-The business is done.
-Oh, no, no, no.
Leave those on.
It's gon' be wet.
-Oh.
Let 'em use you, okay.
[ Bell over door rings ]
-[ Humming ]
Really?
[ Sighs ]
[ Sniffing ]
Evan Williams?
-Okay, well,
without the receipt,
I'm only gonna be able
to give you store credit.
Sir, if you give me two seconds,
I promise you
I'll meet you over
at the Chillida sweaters.
And it's two L's, not a "W."
Alright, ma'am, let's get
these belts returned.
-And I don't want
a store credit.
-♪ Come better than that ♪
♪ I would bar you out
in a baring match ♪
♪ They call me bad Brixx
'cause Brixx is bad ♪
♪ And serious girls
don't walk and chat ♪
♪ I could tell you
a million things ♪
♪ About people's man
and people's things ♪
♪ I have done
unspeakable things ♪
♪ That's what they are,
unspeakable things ♪
♪ Can't tell on myself
'cause I will go jail ♪
♪ Got two kids
and I won't get bail ♪
♪ Storyteller, no tall tales ♪
♪ I take those risks
that's heads or tails ♪
♪ I got bagged on a Friday,
Steelhouse Lane ♪
♪ Frosted Flakes and water
for days ♪
♪ Statement tapes
are remaining plain ♪
♪ Won't tell on myself,
no, I will not say ♪
♪ Best drill verse
you'll hear ♪
♪ Brixx get better,
that's year after year ♪
♪ Cry me a river
that's tear after tear ♪
♪ Because you are claiming
queen but the queen is here ♪
♪ Ha,
Queen of bloodclart drill ♪
♪ Send any flow,
any flow get kill ♪
♪ Queen what, you're sick in-a
your head ♪
♪ Take a pill ♪
this funeral is at capacity!
You can't stay here.
You gotta get on out of here.
-Ay, Stacy. This about to be
my Big Sean moment.
He pulled up to Kanye,
started rapping for him,
and got a record deal.
I'm about to rap in front of
every heavy hitter in Chicago.
Whether they like it or not.
Working at fucking Zara
ends today, at 9:06.
That's when my shift over.
Gratata!
Ay, move out the way.
-I heard G Herbo and Common
supposed to be here and --
I think I hear Jennifer Hudson
yelling right now.
-Hey, yo...
-Excuse us.
Excuse us.
-Uh, excuse me, sir,
uh, pew for two.
-Say what?
-Two pews, please.
-You askin' a lot
for somebody ain't getting in.
-You good, Shorty. Come on in.
-Oh, thank you.
-Too many dudes up in here.
-Stacy!
We're supposed to be together!
They need me in there!
-♪ I was born
on the South Side ♪
♪ I was raised
on the South Side ♪
♪ Everybody stick together
like we in a line ♪
♪ 'Cause it ain't no side
like the South Side ♪
♪ On the South Side ♪
♪ South Side! ♪
♪♪
-[ Sniffling ]
-I'll give her back her seat.
Don't worry.
[ Mourners crying ]
♪♪
[ Fake crying ]
It's okay.
It's okay, Vic Mensa.
-Hey, uh, excuse me.
I-I think I left my Bible
in the bathroom.
-You left your Bible
in the bathroom?
-Yes, sir. Yes, sir.
-People leave Bibles here
all the time, brother.
What chapter was it on?
-Judas.
-I'm gonna need you to get
on out of here, bruh.
-My auntie made the macaroni
and cheese.
-Cecil, you had her
macaroni and cheese?
-Do my ladies run
this motherfucker?
-Hell, yeah!
-Hell, yeah!
-And where my dogs at?
[ Men barking ]
Shake Williams, Chicago's
number-one party promoter,
has popped his last bottle
here on Earth.
We'll all remember when he would
look at us and he'd say,
"Bring girls next time."
"Bring girls next time."
Per his last and final wish,
I would like to ask everybody
to please stand and join me,
one last time,
in the Percolator.
-♪ It's time
for the percolator ♪
♪ It's time
for the percolator ♪
♪ It's time
for the percolator ♪
♪ It's time
for the percolator ♪
♪ It's time
for the percolator ♪
♪ It's time
for the percolator ♪
-Alright!
-♪ It's time
for the percolator ♪
♪ It's time
for the percolator ♪
♪ It's time
for the percolator ♪
♪ It's time
for the percolator ♪
-Damn, they stopped it
before the drop!
-That's wack!
-I remember my first
Shake party.
It was the Chicago Back Bash,
best party of the year.
I went home with this
big-ass nigga, LaCarver.
He said he was named
after LaDainian Tomlinson
and George Washington Carver.
-Oh, come on.
-He was prison-fine.
'Cause he had just got
out of prison.
-Goddamn.
-Ohh.
Now, see, he looks nice.
Ooh, with a pocket square.
Ahh.
Also looks like there might be
some meat in them slacks.
-See? I told you you were
gonna be great.
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Oh, snap.
Scottie Pippen is kicking it
with Da Brat.
-[ Gasps ]
-That's cool, man.
Hey, you know, um,
I feel like, as -- as Alderman,
I should probably go back there
and say hi to them.
You know,
that's that Alderman stuff.
You know, you gotta shake
a million hands.
Yeah. I think --
-Okay, let's go.
-Oh, no, no.
I mean -- I mean I'm gonna go.
Like, you stay here and, uh --
and mourn.
And mourn. Take your time.
Take your time.
-Okay.
-Okay. Be right back.
What up, Pip! No, no, no.
-I --
-No, just stay --
just stay here. Please.
I don't know if I can
explain it any better.
No.
-I --
-Now we're causing a scene.
-I'm sorry.
-Just stay here.
That was a test.
No.
I really have to do this alone.
-I wanna see him.
-I know.
Look, you can watch
"The Last Dance" again.
I need to do this in person.
-Okay. Fine.
-I don't know what to say.
We --
We were supposed to do
so many great things together.
We was gonna eat mushrooms
at the planetarium.
Ride jet skis on the lake,
side-by-side,
high-fiving and shit.
-Come on!
-We were going to finally prove
that giardiniera was invented
by a Black man.
-I knew it!
-He's here today.
His name is Gil Cousins.
-Alright.
-He did not bring
any giardiniera.
[ Mourners booing ]
He's talking 'bout it's too
spicy, he got a weak stomach.
I don't know what the fuck
he got going on.
But it's not about him today.
This is about my brother and I.
My life wouldn't be the same
without you, bro.
RIP in the VIP.
-So, you wanna go
down here, right,
and you gon' make a right,
okay, down there.
-Yes.
-And on that corner
where y'all shot Lil' Reese...
-Yes.
-...you gon' make a left
and then just take
the expressway on down, okay?
-Okay.
Yeah, I got it.
-Now, look, here's my private
number, okay?
I know you leadin'
the procession and all, and, uh,
if you get lost, make sure
to use that number, alright?
Also use that number
if you got any dead bodies.
-Well, I might get
lost this weekend.
I might have a body
for you, too.
-Oh, okay!
That's what we on, alright.
-Yeah, it could be. Maybe.
-Okay.
-Malachi Washington-Jefferson.
Wait.
Your family owns this?
-Yes, ma'am.
Yes, we do.
-Ahh!
-We do all the big funerals.
Yeah.
We even did Harold Washington.
-I saw that on YouTube.
Wait.
Y'all had Al Sharpton singin'
and James Brown talking.
Yeah, now, I couldn't understand
what either
one of them was saying,
but that shit was beautiful.
[ Typing ]
-Just one second.
[ Text whooshes ]
Whew.
[ Sniffles ]
That's right.
It's your boy Rico.
More fun than Atari and Coleco.
Put your hands together
if you love Shake.
[ Cheers and applause ]
Shake loved it when we smiled.
So we gon' smile
for Shake today.
-Cheese, Shake, cheese.
-That's right.
I once heard Scottie Pippen say
Shake was his favorite
basketball player of all time.
Man had many talents.
As we all mourn, there's
one thing we all wondering.
Who was Shake gon' leave
the wristbands to?
It could be any of us.
I see you, Maurice.
Now, I know y'all know me as one
of the Chicago's
smallest party promoters.
But, uh, just like your thick
auntie, I'm also the hungriest.
And while I did not ask
for this, on his death hammock,
Shake bestowed upon me...
[ Mourners murmuring ]
...the most important phone
in Chicago.
That's right.
The crown is on my head now.
Mm-hmm.
He entrusted me with his legacy.
I got the Instagram.
I got the Facebook.
All the contacts.
I got his Lyft history.
[ Laughs ]
I know everywhere he went.
You want me to tell 'em now?
Alright, okay.
This is your funeral.
Okay.
Alright.
One more thing that
Shake wants y'all to know --
the Chicago Back Bash,
the jewel in his crown,
the number-one party
in Chicago...
it shall go on!
[ Cheers and applause ]
♪♪
Hey!
Get -- Get him out of here!
Take him out in the alley!
Beat his ass.
Pour pineapple Ciroc
on his wounds, okay?
Q, baby, you know me.
Now, the Chicago Back Bash
is gon' have asses shakin'.
But when they not shaking,
they gon' need to be sittin'.
And that is where you come in.
-Never again.
200 chairs went to
Shake Williams' alleged
"funeral slash turn-up"
and came back all fucked up.
Lipstick stains, Jolly Ranchers
stuck to the bottom
and the top,
sparkler burns and shit.
-That don't sound right at all.
What -- What station?
Is that Power 92?
That's my girl, Money Maha.
Hold on.
You ain't gotta say another
word. Let me call real quick.
Hey, Frank.
Let me talk to Maha.
-♪ Right hand whip,
left hand whip ♪
-Hey, Maha! Girl, you silly.
That ain't even why I called.
Uh, I need you to put me
on the air.
I need to talk to the people
real quick.
-Yeah, of course we can do it.
Guys, we got a very special
announcement right now.
Chicago's new number-one
party promoter, Rico!
-Friday, we gonna be
blowin' Chicago's back out!
That's right.
Don't forget --
the Chicago Back Bash is on!
And we are bringing you the one,
the only --
y'all been asking about him,
some of y'all been worried
about him --
Mr. Trinidad James!
Alive and okay.
And it's brought to you courtesy
of our generous friends
at South Side RTO!
And if you get down here in the
next hour and rent yourself a...
-Lamp.
-...a lamp,
you can get your night read on
and you get into
Chicago Back Bash for free.
Alright, y'all be good now.
-And that's that on that!
We're getting lit-lit
next week, baby.
Pop out.
-Now, look at that.
Come on now, pretty boy.
I just scratched your back.
Can I get that furniture
for the party?
-K is the pretty boy, not me.
And the answer's still no,
Morpheus.
-Psst. [ Clears throat ]
How many chairs
you need, brotha?
-Oh, my man.
-You know.
-I have an idea.
The name of your group
is I Love Bustdowns,
but y'all don't have
a song about that.
So I think if we wrote a song
about Bustdowns and then added
a female vocalist -- me --
we could really blow.
-Bad idea.
That's too obvious.
-I'm sorry you didn't
get into the funeral.
And I'm also sorry
that half my picture
is in Jennifer Hudson's photo
and she tagged me.
We're tryin' to do something
legendary here, okay?
So you can either help us
or go to work early at Zara.
-Actually...
I'm already late.
[ Wings fluttering ]
-Louie Anderson.
Nick Anderson.
Pam Anderson.
Benny the Bull.
There's over 13,000 contacts
in here.
I don't even know
all these motherfuckers.
Okay, alright, I see.
Uh, this is the biggest you got?
Them skylights open?
Alright. Wait.
Hold on.
What's that, Shake?
Oh, h-hold on a second.
Okay.
[ Pigeons cooing ]
Okay.
You a wild one.
Okay, yeah.
We gon' take it, okay?
Uh, but kill all these
motherfuckin' pigeons.
Alright.
-♪ I don't need a reason,
I don't need a season ♪
♪ I get it done, ah ♪
♪ I get it... ♪
-Oh, Trav.
They played their song
"Take Her Out Tonight"
on FakeShoreDrive,
and people love it, man.
So, what do you think?
For their profile picture,
should they do local...
or on the moon?
-This keeps happening
to me, man.
I'm an underappreciated
visionary.
-Mm-hmm, yeah.
-You remember
when I was gonna be
the hood's answer to Tim McGraw?
-Yeah, of course I do.
You wore those
beautiful chaps, man.
-I'm about to
break ground again.
You guys are thinking too small.
While they trying to appeal
to Chicago,
I'm gonna make Chicago
appeal to Great Britain.
I'm going U.K. Grime.
Man dem, "Top Boy,"
run dat choon!
-Yeah, I can do that.
-♪ Betrayal ♪
♪ Yo, this song right here
is about betrayal ♪
♪ Travis C ♪
♪ Betrayal ♪
♪ Man lying through his smile ♪
♪ Betrayal ♪
♪ Fingernails too long,
I need 'em filed ♪
♪ Betrayal ♪
-Wait a minute.
Is this real D'ussé?
I specifically said that I
wanted Evan Williams
in D'ussé bottles.
'Cause niggas can't afford
D'ussé,
but they want to look like it.
Now, I'mma take these
and empty them,
and, uh, if you need anything,
you go ahead and call me.
As a matter of fact,
uh, don't need nothing.
Don't call me.
-♪ Ordered escargot,
found out it's snail ♪
♪ Betrayal ♪
-I think this is gonna resonate.
-Bring it up?
Okay, that is perfect, alright.
I hate it.
Throw it away
and fire those guys.
-♪ She wanna fuck with a nigga
from the Chi-Town ♪
♪ Chi-Town, Chi-Town,
Chi-Town ♪
♪ Chi-Town, Chi-Town,
Chi-Town ♪
♪ She wanna fuck with a nigga
from the Chi-Town ♪
♪ Chi-Town, Chi-Town,
Chi-Town ♪
♪ Chi-Town, Chi-Town,
Chi-Town ♪
♪ She wanna fuck with a... ♪
-So, he had played
for the Blackhawks,
so he had, like, two fake hips.
We had to scoop those out first.
-Wait, I'm sorry.
Scooped out?
-Well, if it's made of
titanium, then, you know,
you have to scoop 'em --
What's up, Marcus?
Tiny feet, what's happening?
You know, when it's made
of titanium,
you gotta get 'em
on out there, you know?
But you keep interrupting
my story, girl.
If you'd just let me finish
a little bit.
So, I was just telling you
that usually
when we do embalming fluids,
when we embalming people,
we do a shot
before we embalm them,
a shot of the embalming fluid.
Yeah, it's been going on
since the 18th century.
It's been going on like that,
whatever,
and we just making it funkier.
-Look, I'mma be real with you.
I like you, you know.
You got a beautiful curl pattern
and pretty eyebrows, but...
I'm a little dead-bodied-out,
okay?
And I didn't ask you out
to talk about work.
-Can I talk a little bit?
I just wanna talk a little bit.
-Okay.
-Just a little bit?
-Yep.
Just a little bit.
-My work is my life.
I can't just cut it off
like that, right?
No matter what you think.
That's kinda like asking John
Lasik to -- to wear glasses.
Now, why would he do that?
-Is that a real person?
-John Lasik?
-Yeah.
-Yeah, he real.
-Okay.
-Everybody got Lasik.
-Okay, well...
-You probably got Lasik
and don't even know
that you got John's Lasik.
-Okay.
-Alight, alright, alright!
Alright!
I see a lot of lovers
in the house.
But also some haters, okay.
Maurice, I see you.
Bartender, he cut off.
Don't give nothing to that
motherfucker over there, okay?
It wouldn't be a Rico party
without some Robinson's Ribs.
Mmm.
They're delicious.
Now, our very special guest,
the reason for the season --
they said I could not
pull it off --
give it up for Shake!
[ Cheers and applause ]
-[ Coughs ]
No, no, no, no, no.
What the fuck?
No, no, no.
I saw him buried.
I saw it.
-Uh, well, per his wish,
he wanted us to wait three days
and then dig him up like Jesus.
This whole night is a write-off.
-I need a drink.
-Oh, I got you, baby.
-Yeah, yeah.
Oh, God.
This is fucking disgusting.
-Oh, no, no, no, no,
absolutely not.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Ugh!
-Whoa, whoa, when, when.
I'm just kidding.
Here you go.
Wh-Where you goin'?
-I can't believe I wore
my good drawers for this shit.
-This is more fun
than watching TV.
-Oh, shit, that's Turner.
Turner!
What up, "Turn Burn"?
Look at me.
I'm dressed young.
-Is that Allen? Hi!
-Hey, Kitty!
-Oh, God, you just lucky
I'm trippin'.
Hey, you a real one.
Why don't you go ahead
and get you some of that
D'ussé up in you?
-Oh, for real?
-You wild, boy. You wild.
Young Sweater Weather,
what's going on?
I like that outfit.
Y'all have fun.
I'm ruined!
-Is that because you got
a dead guy sitting out there?
-No.
That went off perfectly.
Everybody gon' be talkin' 'bout
that shit for years,
till they dead.
It's Trinidad James.
He won't get off the tour bus.
I paid him in advance.
I fulfilled his rider.
I personally got up
at 7:00 a.m.
to drive his hair braider
to the DMV,
but she only brought
one form of I.D.
when she was supposed
to bring two.
And now he said he won't let
his hair get braided
by somebody
that ain't got no license.
-I mean, why would he?
-Every promoter in the city
was waiting for me to fail.
Well, congratulations, Maurice.
You got your wish.
Ohh!
-♪ Watch her shake it
and bubble like a Jacuzzi ♪
♪ Washin'
these bitches wipe 'em ♪
♪ I do my mutha-ly duties ♪
♪ I'm at the house
with your daddy ♪
♪ I'm finna give him
some booty, yeah ♪
-Man, fuck Maurice.
Trinidad James is
gettin' off that bus.
Don't believe me, just watch.
Gratata.
Time for action.
-...shaking hands,
his son was there.
It was cool, but, you know,
at the end of the day,
I was still a little bit like,
"Please stop blowing up my phone
every five minutes,
Jesse Jackson!"
Bruh, I'm not the only
important person in Chicago.
You know what I'm saying?
Ah, anyway, you know,
she's probably sick
of hearing about it.
So, you know, this is --
this is in my blood.
You know, I've been doing this
since I was in the fifth grade.
You know what I mean?
Hey, I can't change.
You know, people try
to change me all the time.
They're like "Damn, come on."
-Hey!
-Alright, now,
get it in, y'all.
Get you hands off her leg,
Shake.
-♪ Oops, my bad,
excuse me, damn ♪
♪ I'm finna shit on you ♪
-Yes, sir. Yes, sir.
Yes, sir.
Ooh. Eww.
-♪ I know I was chosen ♪
♪ Bitch, it ain't
no cameras rollin' ♪
-Brother, brother, can you give
me a hand with Shake real quick?
-The dead guy?
-Yeah, yeah, come on.
We doing $5 Shake Shots.
That's where people can do
a shot with Shake for $5.
You get it?
-With the dead guy?
-Yeah.
Per his request.
-Okay.
-Alright.
All we need do is just, uh,
lean him over --
over this bucket right here
to get everything out.
-He looks kinda stiff.
-Yeah, yeah, he is
-Come on, Shake. Come on, Shake.
-Ohh.
-Come on, Shake.
-Ohh.
-There we go.
Wow.
Hey, what's up, Melinda?
I'll be over there in a minute.
Let me just finish
with him real quick.
-Everything you see around here
is me, fellas, okay?
I'm running this
as my own subsidiary.
The focus is late-night,
hourly furniture rental.
No questions asked.
-What about Bustdowns?
-No questions asked.
-But --
-I said no questions asked.
-♪ Go off, hey, hey,
hey, hey, go, hey ♪
♪ Drip hard, body right ♪
♪ Goin' off all night ♪
♪ Drip hard, body right ♪
♪ Goin' off all night ♪
♪ Go off ♪
-Yes!
Oh, no, I'm not paying you
overtime.
This is something else.
Ladies and gentlemen, it's the
moment you all been waiting for.
Get ready to say "nigga"
way too many times.
Put your hands together
for Mr. Trinidad James!
[ Cheers and applause ]
[ Cheers and applause
slow down ]
[ Cheers and applause stop ]
-What?
-Oh, hell, naw.
-It's part of the show.
I'm sure it's part of the sh--
It's part of the...
[ Crowd booing ]
-You think they bought it?
-I don't, but I do think
they're pretty confused.
Alright.
You ready?
-[ British accent ]
Bruv, I've been ready
since my kickers, innit?
Your knickers?
-[ Normal voice ] Come on.
-Okay, let's do it.
-Trinidad!
Wait! Come back!
Huh. Wow.
So, that's why I tie my shoe.
Wow, this is -- Wow.
What's going on, Chicago?
[ Crowd shouting greetings ]
-What's Travis doing?
-Hey, look,
y'all already know me,
but I'm gonna
introduce myself anyway.
I'm Travis Capone, a.k.a.
Ruth Bader Big Splurge.
Now, look, all y'all just saw.
Trinidad
turned his back on y'all.
On us!
Man, fuck that.
[ Cheers and applause ]
Are y'all ready to hear
that new hot shit?
-Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Y'all want the new shit!
We got the new shit!
-Are y'all ready to go
to the streets of London?!
-London?
-[ British accent ]
'Ello, 'ello!
-Fish and chips.
Yeah, London! Yeah!
-Bruv!
It's massive, innit?
Brexit!
Drop them beats!
Goons!
Deh sounds, Chase!
♪♪
Boonce. Boonce.
Boonce. Boonce.
Boonce. Boonce. Boonce.
[ Normal voice ]
I'm saying "bounce."
-Oh, okay.
-[ British accent ]
Boonce! Boonce!
-Feel it!
-Boonce!
Boonce!
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
♪ I got a ring full of bevel ♪
♪ I finished my A-Level ♪
♪ People still hatin' ♪
♪ Dis wild chile style ♪
♪ All I see is betrayal ♪
-I don't know
why everybody's boo'ing.
He's talking about real stuff.
Betrayal!
-[ Normal voice ]
Man, that was a test!
Just seeing if y'all
like wack shit!
-We don't!
-And you passed.
I'm on a roll.
The next artist
I'm about to bring up --
they new and they hot.
Hell, if hot was a person,
it'd be them.
Without further ado,
I'mma bring y'all my new artist
I already signed later tonight.
-Do it!
-Give it up for I Love Bustdowns
and Stacy Thee Vegan!
-That's us!
[ Cheers and applause ]
-Alright, go, go!
-Here we go!
[ Cheers and applause
continue ]
-Thank you.
Thank you, Travis.
One of the OGs.
You and your generation
definitely led the way.
This song y'all about to hear
right now is called --
Actually, I know y'all
already know what it's called
'cause we definitely
hit a couple charts.
You know it.
It's called
"Take Her Out Tonight."
It's for the lovers,
the other kind of lovers, yes,
the ones that be undercover --
Fuck it.
It's for the freaks.
Yeah!
-But --
But also for any beautiful,
intelligent young ladies
with strong opinions
on rebuilding
Chicago's infrastructure.
I love you already.
[ Laughter ]
-Put your hands up!
Put 'em, put, put your hands up!
-♪ She a bad bitch,
and we gonna do it proper ♪
♪ So we getting wings
and jalapeño poppers ♪
♪ Aw, yeah, I'mma take her
out tonight ♪
♪ I'mma take her,
take her out tonight ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
-Alright,
y'all have a good time.
Y'all be good.
Not too good, though.
Travis, my man,
thank you so much.
I don't know what that
British bullshit was,
but the people are happy.
You know what?
Here.
Have some free drink
toothpicks on me.
Those only good for well drinks,
though.
Enjoy yourself, brother.
Enjoy yourself.
-I don't want
no cheap free shit.
I want social currency.
-What you want, a LitCoin?
-Hell, no.
-What up?
My dawg.
Yeah!
-You remember me?
-You know I do.
You know I do.
I don't know who
the hell that is.
-Look, I want a tagged picture
on the 'Gram from Shake's phone.
-You ain't said nothin'
but a word, brother.
We can take care --
Oh, what time is it?
You know what?
Let's go do it up on the roof.
I always wanted to take
a picture with my hand out
and with a caption that says...
-"I got the whole hood
in the palm of my hand!"
-Man, hell, yeah!
Man, gratata.
-Okay, so -- so, tell me,
what are some of the things
you like about him?
-Okay, I mean, he's generally
a good guy, and he smells good.
And, again, okay,
I'm pretty sure there's
some meat in those slacks.
And I'm trying to un-slack
that meat, okay?
I'm trying to meet that meat.
-I heard you.
Oh, I fucked that dude
right there.
-Another one?
You know what time it is.
Take 'em down, girl.
Take 'em down.
-Alright, now.
Now, look, we also here for
my man, okay, Shake Williams.
This is his last wish.
Last of the last wishes.
Might as well say
goodbye to him right now
'cause he on his way to heaven.
For the last time, everybody,
give it up for my man,
Shake Williams!
-I mean, I don't know.
Okay, like, this is what
I wanted, right?
Like, he is a good, stable dude.
-Check.
-He owns his own company.
-Check.
-He's basically part
of a dynasty.
I'm basically Meghan Markle.
-You a princess.
-We not connecting, though.
-You connecting his shit on --
-It's like he's --
-What the fuck?
-♪ Free before the seven ♪
♪ On the way to Heaven ♪
♪ Crossing over ♪
♪ Crossing over ♪
-Let's go right here.
-Moonlight just right.
-Here we go, baby.
Here we go.
[ Camera shutter clicks ]
Alright, that's it
right there, baby.
That's gold right there.
-Oh, what the fuck is going on?
-Ha ha!
All part of my historic night!
The grand finale!
Alright, T, good job
on the ascent.
Just a little bit more to clear,
just like we practiced.
Hearse team, stand by.
Alright, almost there.
Okay, stop.
Get ready to kill the God light.
Three, two, one.
Percolate.
♪♪
-♪ It's time
for the percolator ♪
♪♪
-We killed that shit, didn't we?
♪♪
He is really the greatest
party promoter of all time.
♪♪
-Now bring him down slow,
just like we practiced.
Hearse team, ready.
Goddamn pigeons.
I told them to kill
all them pigeons.
Oh! Oh, no!
Alright, team, get it up --
No, no, take him back up!
Maximum stabilization!
I said maximum stabilization!
-You've been trash all evening.
In fact, you've been trash --
-Look, I-I promise --
-Wait, no. Take him back up!
Don't ruin my party!
-Watch your step, Rico!
-No!
-Jenny, I promise you,
you have my attention
for the rest of the night --
-Aah!
-Oh!
[ Crowd screaming ]
-No!
-K!
-I really wanna see
what that was.
-No, you don't.
-Periphery...
Oh, my God!
-That ain't my fault.
-Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!
Post my pic!
Fuck you, Maurice!
-Back up! Back up!
Chicago police! Back up!
Chicago police!
Back the fuck up!
-K, grab all this shit!
Let's head to the back door!
-Whoa, whoa.
-It's about to be a crime scene.
-Right here.
-K, come --
Hey, sweetie, um, he gonna
give you the 7-day itch.
Do you want that?
It's gonna itch a lot.
Come on, man! Hurry up!
-I was this close!
Why do people gotta be dying
when I'm trying to get some ass?
-Dude, it's a crime scene, man.
Let's go. Come on.
-Sandy!
-Go back! Get back!
-Sandy, that's not a real badge.
-Shh! People are buying it.
-[ Panting ]
The phone should've went to you.
You were up next.
But Maurice got the phone.
The hood's in the palm
of his hands now.
I'm sorry, Tavis.
-It's Travis, a.k.a. --
-It doesn't matter
what your name is.
No one's gonna know it now.
-Please, man, wait.
Look, look, we still have time.
You can send it from my phone.
It's in your drafts.
Just log in --
-No! No.
There's no time.
This is how
I was destined to die.
Next to Shake.
A mess of limbs and machine,
blood and tears,
dance floor and booty sweat.
I did that.
♪♪
-You did did that.
It's time for the Percolator
in heaven.
I'm pretty sure
Shake got a section.
♪♪
[ Siren wailing ]
-Jenny? Jenny?
Out of the way, X Clan.
Jenny?!
Hey, hey, hey! Hey.
Ay, young man, give me the keys.
Give me the keys.
I think you stole the car.
Gimme the keys.
-No.
-Jenny, you can't
go with him, okay?
Look, I know tonight's been
crazy and we've both said things
we regret, but I --
-Jenny, one question --
is you happy?
-I don't know.
Aside from the two dead bodies
that we saw tonight,
these last 20 minutes have been
the best 20 minutes of my life.
-Jenny, the man shops
at City Sports.
Is this what you want?
You want children dressed head
to toe in Detail R?
Is that what you want?
-He looks good!
-I am an Alderman,
and he is a Bustdown Boy.
-You know what?
Get in the car, Allen.
-No.
-We'll talk about this
at the crab shack. Let's go.
-You were gonna go
to the crab shack?!
You're taking him
to the most secret places?
Fine, fine.
Fine!
-Work...is never-ending.
-So, now you're trying
to ditch me?
-I mean, it wasn't like
you was having fun.
I mean, when Shake was
in the air, you walked off.
The twerking testimonies,
you showed no support.
And then
the pop-lockin' pallbearers,
you didn't even see that.
-I did.
-If you saw,
when they was pop-lockin',
did they have gloves on?
-They...did.
-They did not have gloves on!
-I was saying, they did not --
You know what?
Stop, stop.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Look, it's my night off, okay?
And before I left the house,
I decided
I was gonna fuck tonight.
So now you got a choice to make.
You can either spend the next
two hours hand-mopping blood
and viscera off the ground,
or you can come swim
in some labia majora.
-Okay, well, business is --
business is done.
Yeah.
-Okay.
-The business is done.
-Oh, no, no, no.
Leave those on.
It's gon' be wet.
-Oh.
Let 'em use you, okay.
[ Bell over door rings ]
-[ Humming ]
Really?
[ Sighs ]
[ Sniffing ]
Evan Williams?
-Okay, well,
without the receipt,
I'm only gonna be able
to give you store credit.
Sir, if you give me two seconds,
I promise you
I'll meet you over
at the Chillida sweaters.
And it's two L's, not a "W."
Alright, ma'am, let's get
these belts returned.
-And I don't want
a store credit.
-♪ Come better than that ♪
♪ I would bar you out
in a baring match ♪
♪ They call me bad Brixx
'cause Brixx is bad ♪
♪ And serious girls
don't walk and chat ♪
♪ I could tell you
a million things ♪
♪ About people's man
and people's things ♪
♪ I have done
unspeakable things ♪
♪ That's what they are,
unspeakable things ♪
♪ Can't tell on myself
'cause I will go jail ♪
♪ Got two kids
and I won't get bail ♪
♪ Storyteller, no tall tales ♪
♪ I take those risks
that's heads or tails ♪
♪ I got bagged on a Friday,
Steelhouse Lane ♪
♪ Frosted Flakes and water
for days ♪
♪ Statement tapes
are remaining plain ♪
♪ Won't tell on myself,
no, I will not say ♪
♪ Best drill verse
you'll hear ♪
♪ Brixx get better,
that's year after year ♪
♪ Cry me a river
that's tear after tear ♪
♪ Because you are claiming
queen but the queen is here ♪
♪ Ha,
Queen of bloodclart drill ♪
♪ Send any flow,
any flow get kill ♪
♪ Queen what, you're sick in-a
your head ♪
♪ Take a pill ♪