Good morning, Chicago.
It's 7:25 a.m., and there's a stall on the 290 westbound
all the way to Damen.
The 90 is slow at Garfield.
On the 55, look for debris
in lanes between Pulaski and Cicero.
You're listening to Liquid Surrender, AM 200.
Okay, let's talk about the biggest story in Chicago--
the incident at last night's Bulls game.
Move over, "Malice at the Palace."
In Chicago, we've now got "They Fighted at the United."
A seemingly clever fan hid his face from the camera
before punching NBA player
and Subway commercial star Steph Curry.
However, he couldn't hide his distinctive tattoos.
Police said it is just a matter of time
before they catch his ass and bring him to justice.
When reached for comment, Steph Curry
insisted it didn't even hurt that bad,
but the pictures tell a different story.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- ♪ I was born on the South Side ♪
♪ I was raised on the South Side ♪
♪ Everybody stick together like we in the land ♪
♪ 'Cause it ain't no side like the South Side ♪
- ♪ On the South Side ♪ - ♪ South Side ♪
Ah! Ah!
Mosqui--these mosquitoes.
Eating me alive.
Ugh.
[animal growls]
Hello?
Oh, gross!
Ugh.
Yech!
Okay, now it's safe.
[ominous note]
[grunts] What the fuck?
Duck!
- You gonna say that shit after?
- My bad. I didn't recognize you.
It's good to see you, twin brother.
- Come on in here, man. - Nah.
Keep your dick beaters to yourself.
Where the fuck is Simon?
- Hey, first things first--
What's going on with that Steph Curry situation?
- Did it die down yet? - Die down?
Lahmard Tate is making a biopic about it
called "Satan Wears Jordan 5s," where Lahmard plays Simon,
Kendrick's doing the music, Ryan Coogler wrote it,
Val Warner from "Windy City Live"
was at the game-- she's producing.
This is an A-list production. Simon's fucked.
- Wait, who's playing me? - Rhymefest.
Hmm.
Wouldn't be my first choice, but...
Come on, follow me, man.
I got some hot squirrel brewing.
Hope you're hungry.
Where the fuck are we going?
- Just through these bushes, man, come on.
You got two fucking ski sticks.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
Welcome to Simon's crazed megalopolis,
complete with Dock's Fish.
He's pescatarian now.
- Wait. Where's RTO?
- Oh, oh, oh, no, there's no renting down here.
Everybody owns.
- Oh, so this is a fucking fantasy, huh?
K, give me some help!
I got to get back to work.
♪ ♪
Still ugly.
[chuckles] Still alive.
Impressive.
I'll offer you some dinner, humble guest.
Wonderful.
Would you like some cave moss?
You know, are you ready to be regular regular?
I'm talking about four to five times a day, my boy.
What's all that?
- Oh, we grow weed and trade it in town.
It's not easy work, but we stay high all day.
Welcome to Scorpion Cave.
- This cave full of scorpions? - No, ignoramus.
The legend has it that this cave is haunted
by the spirit of a brave Illini warrior
who's named Uncut Scorpion.
He's killed dozens of whites and driven them from this land.
- And he also killed dozens of Indians
and some Chinese train workers and, like, 15 sharecroppers
and, like, one Polynesian dude.
- Eh, he may have been a serial killer.
- All right, all right, y'all. So the lineup is Dua Lipa.
- We got to "Tinishi." - Ooh, Tinashe, girl--
- Same thing. - Not really.
- We got Cordae little, cute ass.
- He's gonna be there, live. - Right.
You know what? This our first Lolla, okay?
I just want everything to be right.
- Mm-hmm.
- Are we feeling like Cameron put
- too many trinkets in my hair? - No. No, not at all.
Because those baubles are perfectly placed--
- Those are not baubles. They're barrettes.
- Those are exquisite. Okay.
- Get over yourself. - Those are barrettes.
- Look, y'all need to trust my vision.
- Just trust the vision. - Go for Turner.
- Turner, it's Culpepper. What's your 20?
- Oh, I'm, uh, patrolling on 79th and Ashland.
Oh, hold on.
The Bucket Boys just got into a fight.
Okay, what's up?
- I need you to get over RTO, ASAP.
There's been a murder.
- Has he ever started a fire like this?
- He's gonna get it. He's gonna get it.
Fuck.
- Look, I know you're afraid to face the music,
but it's time to come home.
Plus, Aaron and Greg have passed away.
- What? What happened?
- I didn't have my A-team,
so I had to use my B-team to do a tough repo.
[sobbing]
- They knocked on the wrong door at the wrong time.
It's your fault.
K, stop.
I know you're tired. I can hear you breathing.
- We lost two good men, and replevins are down 87%.
It'd be more if I didn't have Shahid.
Who is that?
- My Supervising Hourly Automated
Hovering Incident Director.
When I'm out of range, he switches to personality mode.
Right about now, Shahid's rolling around,
saying inspirational phrases.
Praise Jesus, Tamika.
Back for the toaster oven?
L'chaim, Deborah.
That antique coffee table sure is glad you're back.
As-salamu alaykum, Abdullah.
We still have the rugs you test-prayed on last week.
Greetings, Atheist Jermaine.
- Hey. What's down there?
- Oh, we don't go down there. - Yeah, we don't go down there.
I made that mistake the first night I was here.
Tried to go down there, it gave me the willies, man.
My skin was starting to crawl. Shit's haunted.
Anyway...
have a good night's rest.
[steady music]
♪ ♪
A broken robot?
This ain't a murder. It's a vandalism.
- Y'all clean this shit up. - Turner.
What are you doing here?
Wait, wh--where's the rest of your uniform?
- I'm not going to be here long, okay?
- I'm going to Lollapalooza. - Yeah, that's what I thought.
I told you you can go.
I can handle this investigation.
- Okay, well, your boss called me.
- Son of a bitch, he doesn't trust me.
I fucking knew it.
Did y'all move this thing?
- I mean, I had to get some mattresses through here,
but I left it like this so you could see how the body was.
- Which you didn't tell me. - You didn't ask.
- It's a fucking robot. Who cares?
I care, all right?
If y'all aren't going to do shit about this, I will.
- Ooh! - Oh, uh-huh.
Slap his ass.
Boy, I'll beat your ass
you ever scream at me like that again.
- Nah, I was screaming around you.
You got to fix this.
Look, let's just solve the case, all right, together.
Yeah, that's what I thought.
- I already dusted for prints, as you can see--
Oh, you did this?
- But it turns out we all touched him.
But in some ways, he also touched all of us.
- That's not-- - Hey, hey.
He's not answering his phone. I need to speak to him now.
Does he have a secondary phone?
- Yeah, but only Shahid knows it.
- All right. Listen up, everybody.
I am in command now.
- Oh, Allen, you are way out of line.
- Let me figure out what happened to it.
- Well, actually, Shahid's data is backed up on MNAX.
I could easily tell you how Jay-Mal clearly did this.
You are out of line.
All I got to do is find out
what Q's password is, and we in there.
- Whoa, whoa, I don't think we need to do that, all right?
And I don't think that Q wants you figuring out
how he password-protects his stuff,
especially before I get a chance to look at it.
- Allen, if there's something you need to tell me,
- you should tell me right now. - Nothing.
I-I haven't done anything.
Nothing, Goodnight, nothing. I've done--
You're totally innocent?
'Cause you're acting super sus-pish.
- Super sus-pish? That's ridic.
- [cell phone chimes] - Oh, shit.
See, I'm stuck here, okay, while my friends
are hanging out with rappers.
They in J. Cole hotel room right now.
But do they feel safe?
- Hold on, let me text. "Do y'all feel safe?"
[phone chimes] Ooh.
She said they feel too safe.
It's wack-- all them married niggas
being a little too precious with they nut.
- All right, guys, we got to get serious.
Shahid's killer could kill again.
- You will, huh? - I am not the killer!
Yes, you are.
[shouts]
- Sir, you said there was a murder at RTO,
but it's just a broken machine.
- How did it break? What happened?
I'm trying to stop fucking World War III here.
- We don't know that shit. - Well, find out.
That's detective shit.
They're all at Lollapalooza.
Come on, Turner, do me this solid.
I sunk my whole retirement into Chicago Energetics,
Five-X leverage.
If this gets out, my stock is shit.
I'm moving into my son's basement.
Not my problem.
- Sir, I'm happy to make your shit my shit.
- Oh, that's going to take all night.
- Well, lucky for you, you don't have any other plans.
[scoffs]
- You guys want to watch some Pornhub?
- There you go. Just make two big circles.
Best part of the flick is coming up.
[eerie moaning]
That's fucking weird.
Greg ate a pear for lunch on his last day.
- Let's just get the fuck out of here.
No, no, no, no.
I'm sure that sound will die down eventually.
Turn off that TV. It's super distracting.
[moaning continues]
Shit.
- You are scared, just like you scared to go home.
- [chuckles] Never that.
Should we follow him?
After this scene.
Servos are malfunctioning.
Guidance system is fried.
Exoskeleton has been compromised.
- It's a file cabinet with an iPad on top.
- Human beings, reliably brutal.
- I've been called worse, I suppose.
Um, so how long have you been at Chicago Energetics?
- Uh, I'm employee number four. - Mm.
- In fact, Shahid was my first big project.
Actually, my second.
I designed Steve Urkel's robot for "Family Matters."
- No way! Urkel-Bot? - Yeah. Uh-huh, yeah, yeah.
- Yeah, those were the days. - Turn?
- [laughs] Urkel-Bot. - Those were the days.
I was on set when Reginald VelJohnson--
- don't touch that-- - Okay.
- Got the role for "Die Hard." - Nice.
- I heard the call--he said,
"Oh, I'm playing the same character but in a movie."
- You a "Twin Time" fan. - [speaking French]
- Howard Hesseman and Nell Carter
were the funniest parts of that show.
- Eh, wrong. Lance and Lester, the stars of the show,
are not only gods, they were the funniest.
Okay.
- I actually met one of them at a convention once.
Yeah, he was rude,
on account that I--that I snuck into his car
dressed as Fortenberry, the butler.
Yeah, we know.
- All I wanted was an autograph.
All I got was put on a list.
- Some gods disappoint. - Yeah.
Wow.
- It's kind of insane that Cordae is now a famous rapper,
while his brother, Big Payday, well, it's--it's just sad
- what happened to him. - Saw TMZ.
A lot of substances in his system.
- ♪ Oh, I heard I got to preach ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm the one that's got the reach, yeah ♪
♪ Heard I got to preach ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm the one that's got the reach ♪
♪ So I'ma fuck around and preach to him, yeah ♪
♪ So I'ma fuck around and preach to him, unh ♪
♪ Like, no, we can't stop until the time run down ♪
- ♪ I've been out here grinding sunrise to sundown ♪
- ♪ Let me break ya round the clock ♪
♪ They throwing shade like sun dials ♪
♪ I end up with a dumb fire, look how far we come now ♪
- Hey, y'all, welcome to Littlepalooza.
Chicago's number-one boutique festival.
Curated by me.
You, in. You, no.
Well, here we are.
Uh, the metadata layer got scrambled,
but the raw footage is still good.
- Good. - We're in.
So can we just watch this back and get--
Oh. Whoa.
Hello, friend.
Would you like some tea?
- Uh, no, thank you. - Thank you very much.
- I, uh, would like some tea. - Mm-mm.
- This is very kind. - Mm.
- Mmm. [slurping] - Mm.
- Pretty nice, right? - Mmm.
Vanilla rooibos.
- You done slurped that like a ho.
- It's green. - It's a green tea?
[slurps] I'm sorry, yes, it's a green rooibos.
- I ain't never seen you drink no damn tea.
- So those guys pretty helpful, huh?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Pretty soon they're going to be all over the world.
- I'd get one. - How many are operational now?
Well, there was just the one,
but I'm having a dozen delivered to Lollapalooza.
- Damn! Even the robots get to go.
- Shit. - [laughs]
- Officer Goodnight, come in, please.
Go for Goodnight.
- We need you at Washington Park ASAP.
- No, I'm sorry. This is a bad time.
Me and Turner are right in the middle of 187.
Belay that order.
Go ahead and find perhaps Wierzbowski.
- He a liar. He can go.
Copy. Confirmed.
- Can I talk to you for a second?
- Pardon me, sir. - Yeah, of course.
- Why do you want to go? You don't want to--
You don't even like this. This is nerd shit.
- This is my shit. - Guess what. Guess what.
I want to be at Lollapalooza, but I'm here,
see, because that's how the world works.
You don't get what you want, okay?
- Please. - They need you.
It's your job. Okay, you bleed blue.
- Get your ass out there. - I am unhappy with you.
[lively music playing]
♪ ♪
You.
It's already one dude in here with glow sticks.
So take your light-glowing ass and get up out of here.
Don't twirl it either.
[siren blares, whoops]
- Hey, I don't know who's throw this little shindig,
but come here.
Hey, I said stop, all right? That's enough.
I tried to be nice.
You guys do not have a permit, okay?
So I don't want to be that guy,
but this needs to shut down, all right?
Everybody's got to go home.
Okay, so don't be sore littlepa-losers, just go home.
- Thank you. - But, sir--
- Go home! [all booing]
- He's trippin'. - That's wack.
- [indistinct chatter] - Boo!
- Man, give me my suitcase. - Busted, bro.
He gone, y'all.
Hey, come on, he gone.
[lively music playing]
♪ ♪
[siren wails]
- Okay, so maybe y'all didn't hear me.
- Okay, initiating initial setup.
This is the facial-recognition mode.
With this robot, you can get rid
of your whole entire workforce.
Check this out.
It's going to save you hundreds.
Wow.
I sure hope so.
It's my fantasy to one day fire every one of them
- at the exact same time. - Oh, yeah.
[laughs] I'm in the wave of the future.
Where are you at? [both laugh]
Suckers.
So parking uphill,
it's like up, up, and away like Superman, right?
She ain't gonna pass.
That is correct, Stacy.
You will be bending corners and dipping on them hos in no time.
- Shahid, which personality mode you in?
Regular hood mode.
- That's when my mom left me for the sixth time.
That's Mom.
- Your tears are shorting me out, bro.
Oh, it's like that?
I thought we had a connection.
You reminded me of Mom, but--
I'm sorry, I didn't get that.
If you would like to purchase a microwave, say yes.
Representative.
I'm sorry, I didn't get that.
Representative.
- Would you like to go to the previous menu?
- Repre-motherfucking- sentative!
Yeah, I get it.
Does she got a sister?
Yeah.
But she want to know if you freaky.
- Tell her I said fingers, toes,
and play with lady booty holes--I'm a certified freak.
What time they want to meet?
Goddamn, Gayle.
- Mm-hmm.
Yeah. I got my eyes on him.
No.
Ain't nobody else here. It's just me and the TV.
Okay, well, I'm going to need you to scratch off
the serial numbers-- I know that.
You're doing a lot of talking.
I'm gonna call you back. All right.
Lights out, motherfucker. [crash]
[winces]
Damn, Keisha.
Why you do that?
Damn, Keisha.
[ominous music]
- It's dark in here. - Yeah.
[eerie moaning]
We are in terrible agony.
- Oh, shit, it really is haunted.
But our agony is nothing
compared to the agony your children feel right now.
Damn, that's deep.
- It makes you reflect on what's really important.
- Yeah, it does. - Mm-hmm.
- Like, Greg, why is the rest of your ghost body white
and your feet aren't?
- Because I am as I was before my death.
The morning of my transition,
I had forgotten to lotion my feet,
and now they are blackened for an eternity.
- Mm-hmm. - That is my curse.
Hey, hey, hold up, man--
[retching]
Yep, I knew it.
Ghosts don't puke up Chicken McNuggets.
- Uh, unless they're doomed to an eternity
- of consuming chicken nuggets. - Man, shut up.
- Who did this to y'all? - [grunts] Stacy.
She's getting really good at this makeup.
It's over, guys.
- Yeah, it's going to take more than that
to get me to go back to Chicago.
- Wait, I feel like my skin is crawling.
Aaron, don't move.
Aaron, relax.
♪ ♪
You are about to get stung a whole bunch of times.
- I can just punch the one on your shoulder.
It'd definitely send a strong message to the others.
- Oh, my God! Get them off!
Get them off! Get them off! Come on. Okay.
All right, we good. We good.
That worked.
- Well, y'all heard Captain Caveman.
He's staying, so I'm out, bitches.
Oh, shit!
Whoa.
- Uh, we're going to do this the hard way.
I tried to do it the easy way.
But, everybody, I believe y'all on the South Side say,
"Play too much," y'all play too much.
You don't have any permits.
You can't just show up, throw up a sign,
start playing music, and be like,
"Oh, nobody's going to notice in Chicago."
- Sing something, you little stupid bitch!
[all booing]
- All right, key in C. Try to get the changes right.
One, two, three four.
♪ Love, love, love, love, love, love ♪
♪ Love, love, love ♪
Come on!
♪ ♪
♪ Went to the show ♪
♪ And I found my girl ♪
♪ Holding hands ♪
♪ Somebody rocking her world ♪
♪ And when we try to make it right ♪
That bitch can sing.
Girl, what happened?
- Ooh, Turner, I like your hair.
The bedazzlement on the eyes and--
Okay, I killed him.
But, okay, listen, I was defending myself,
and I noticed because it was my first day back from vacation.
- I was eating a hot dog-- - Keisha, that's a lie.
Okay, anyway...
Shahid had me cornered, girl.
Shahid, what are you looking at?
Okay, let me explain.
So Q had already told me that I can have this TV,
so I'm just here, and I'm just picking it up right now.
[alarm blares] What did you say? Aah!
Get this motherfuck-- [grunts, screams]
[blaring continues]
[whimpering]
Please, God, I won't steal no more.
I won't steal no more.
God, I won't steal no more.
Oh, my God! [screams]
He was coming at me with them, like, defibrillator things,
and he was trying to electrocute me,
so I had to save my own life, Turner.
- But ain't no proof of that. - Yes, it is.
I finally found Q's password.
- If anybody could do it, girl, it would be you.
- What was it? - Beef.
- Oh. [computer beeps]
- That part. - Okay, we in there.
Ooh.
- Oh, he ain't show me all these words.
- Mm, mm-hmm. - Mm-hmm.
- This look like "Pop-up Video," y'all.
- The metadata layer got scrambled,
but the raw footage is still good.
- Oh, that is the metadata layers.
This is it.
- That I could have this TV, so I'm just here, and I'm just--
[beeping]
- This is what I'm trying to tell you.
It do say termination protocol.
And a perfect match.
Girl, you don't look like no light-skinned rapper.
- I whupped his ass, if I do say so myself.
And by the way,
I am not surprised Q's password is "beef,"
because he is always starting beef.
Sure is.
- Like the time when he said Reginald VelJohnson
had peaked in "Die Hard," and then he said he had went
to go do America's favorite TV show, "Family Matters,"
but by that time, he was already wack.
Stop. Wait.
Now, Ramon said that Reginald did "Family Matters" first.
- I am obsessed with the chronological order
of Reginald VelJohnson's career.
It's number one, "Die Hard." Number two, "Family Matters."
Okay?
- Oh, shit, Keisha, I believe you, I believe you, okay?
But, damn, now I'm, like, fucked up.
I'm like, "Well, what else is Ramon lying about?" Shit.
[cell phone buzzing]
Ramon.
- What is termination protocol?
- Where did you see that? - On your fucking robot.
And you got a grudge against Lester and Lance?
- Lance and Lester, get the order right.
You don't say jelly and peanut butter
or tribulations and trials or Bert and Ernie.
- I do say Bert and Ernie, okay?
'Cause Bert's in charge. It's his shit.
- Ernie's a fucking freeloader. - Die and eat shit.
- Ooh, I'm about to beat you like Keisha did Shahid.
Hold on, motherfucker.
[indistinct chatter]
♪ I been rollin' ♪
♪ You can't slow me ♪
♪ I been rollin' ♪
♪ You can't stop me ♪
♪ I don't wanna know where you came from ♪
♪ ♪
[holding elongated note]
[cheers and applause]
- Thank you. Andrew Lloyd Webber, yeah!
Also, I got a couple
of announcements, guys, real quick.
For the gentleman over here-- the snow-cone guy
does not have any promethazine or Robitussin, okay?
That is literally just syrup, so leave him alone.
So... [all booing]
Anyway, coming up next, we have...
Vic Mensa? Holy shit, Vic Mensa is here.
Vic Mensa, everybody. [cheers and applause]
Yeah!
- It feels so good to be back at Littlepalooza, y'all!
[cheers and applause]
I'm proud to see it's gotten so much bigger, man.
Last year it was only one nigga there.
He's still here.
Drop that shit. [music starts]
You know, one time I actually-- I did try to call--
- Turner, what's up? - Goodnight, I need your help.
Meet me at Lollapalooza.
- Okay, what's going on? - I don't have time to explain.
Just--The robots are about to attack Cordae.
And?
- And? What do you mean?
Goodnight, he needs help. You could save the day.
Yeah, let's get that.
Uh, save the day? I mean, I kind of already did.
All right, cut that shit off.
Cut that shit. Cut that shit.
- Somebody's going to build me an Instagram page? I mean...
- Hold on one second, Turner. - Vic's finishing up.
Short song. You know any Play 'n Kid?
- I got to go. Come on.
[upbeat music]
[indistinct chatter]
♪ ♪
I'm a cop!
Let's go. Let's go. Okay, we'll see y'all later.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. We love y'all.
- Sorry. What? - I need y'all help.
Okay, it's some robots around here,
and they're trying to get Cordae
or anybody that look like him.
Oh, well, I guess certain type of Black people.
Probably some white people, too.
Point is, okay, if you see a robot, fuck it up on sight.
- You got it? - Racist robots, let's go.
- Let's go. Okay, come on. Come on.
Meechi, stop doing your sexy walk.
Walk normal, bitch, hurry up.
- Ooh, wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, selfie.
- Come on. [camera shutter clicks]
Okay, go, fast.
♪ ♪
Oh, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Hold up, hold up, hold up.
Hi, I'm Xenobia.
♪ ♪
I'm gonna lock you in.
♪ ♪
[monitor beeping]
[mischievous music]
- Wow. Are you--
Were y'all down in the scorpion cave?
Holy shit, you lived.
[inhales deeply] Okay.
Hey, Gil, will you hang tight and warm up the sternum saw.
I'll let you know.
And, Gil, I told you a million times,
you can't barehand a brain, okay?
Gloves. Gloves.
Okay, let's see if we can't find a pulse.
♪ ♪
- Yo, nigga, what the fuck is we doing, bro?
Yo, can I got a tea, bro? A green tea?
Appreciate it.
Like, my nigga, why the fuck don't we have no tea, bro?
Like, that's the one thing I need before every show, bro.
The lights can be fucked up. Appreciate it.
- [chuckles] His bitch ass always got to get that tea.
[robot beeping] Go get his ass.
Go.
Hey, hey, this way, you damn lunchbox.
Come on.
♪ ♪
Hey, right, motherfucker. Wrong way.
♪ ♪
- So the key to an amazing Cajun chicken pasta
is really the whipping cream, okay?
You want to put a little Parmesan, some Tabasco
in the whipping cream-- oh, excellent.
- You really don't want to-- - Oh, thanks, dog.
No problem.
Man, are you ready to go back to Chicago?
- Ha! That is not a good question.
Listen, the only thing waiting for me in Chicago
is Steph Curry's anger, more work,
more responsibility, baby-mama drama,
and probably a couple of gangsters
who've been looking for me, so absolutely not.
- [scoffs] That makes sense. - Damn, this coffee's good.
Yo, where's Cordae at?
♪ ♪
- And this is not high level, bro.
We done did 1,000 shows, and y'all still--
Hold on. My nigga, what is this?
[chuckles] This is-- Is this a pretzel?
♪ ♪
- Watch out, Cordae! - Yo.
♪ ♪
[laughs]
Fried that turkey. [chuckles]
Shit.
- Uh, Control, we need a bus at Lollapalooza.
The victim is the hottest rapper in the game.
I'm gonna pursue the suspect.
♪ ♪
What are those?
- Oh, Q brought these back from Chicago
I know, I know, they're not healthy--I know.
- Yeah, they're not healthy. - You want one?
- I really shouldn't, but I'm so hungry.
Come on, try one.
Mmm.
- These are good. - Mm-hmm.
Hey, what the fuck?
Move, move, move, cracker!
Hold on. This brother's hurt.
Got it.
Oh, shit, I need to learn the lyrics.
Fuck, I need a damn haircut. Damn it!
- God. Wait a minute.
It's been so long since I had processed food.
- Oh, my God, it's so delicious. - Comps, homey.
- No, fuck that. Hey.
Forget everything I just fucking said.
We're going back to Chicago right fucking now, my friend.
- [laughs] You know, Cordae is my cousin.
That's how we got these backstage passes.
Oh, I'm sorry.
- Girl, what are you talking about?
- Nothing. Did y'all get any new robots?
- Mm-hmm, I got a bunch. - Uh-huh, I got a lot.
- I did, sure. - Oh. O-oh, okay.
Good.
Chicago!
[cheers and applause]
Let's go!
[hip-hop music playing]
- ♪ Yeah, yeah, whoo, whoo ♪
♪ Last year, I made seven million ♪
♪ Didn't have to do a single fucking show ♪
♪ Shout-out to my niggas up at Coca-Cola ♪
Does Cordae look different?
♪ All my life moments is a super woke ♪
♪ Dr. Dre got a super boat ♪
Sounds like Cordae to me.
♪ ♪
I said, Lollapalooza,
how the fuck is y'all feeling today?
[cheers and applause] Let's go! Work, work, work!
♪ Let me tell you how I come through ♪
♪ With the one, two, kickin' shit like kung-fu ♪
♪ Treat a bad bitch like she average ♪
♪ I'm a savage, little ho, what you wanna do? ♪
♪ I'm about cash wild fast ♪
♪ I'ma get that little nigga by any means ♪
♪ Mama complain 'bout my Balmains ♪
♪ But it's all the same ♪
♪ Couple racks in my skinny jeans ♪
[dramatic music]
Okay, so it turns out
Ramon had a grudge against Lance and Lester,
so he programmed his robots to attack them on sight,
but they can't tell Black people apart, just like us.
[sighs] So I lost everything.
- Yeah. - Wait.
Yes.
Am I a good boss?
Yeah.
Thanks, Turner.
You're welcome.
Thanks, Turner.
- You know what? I'm going to the Bulls game tonight,
and I'ma punch Steph Curry.
- That's not a good idea, Simon.
- Shut the fuck up, K. Nobody asked you nothing.
I don't give a fuck about nothing and nobody.
You know what? Uh, cut. Cut, Val.
My bad. My bad. Let's talk about it.
- It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.
What's wrong?
- I'm just not buying this character.
I'm not feeling this Simon guy.
- I get it. It's okay.
Nobody believes it.
But did he punch Steph Curry in the back?
- That's facts--motherfucker smacked the shit out of him.
- Okay, that's all we need to do.
- Just believe that. - Right, right.
- You're right. You're right. - Hey, Lamar.
- What's up? - You know what I do--
- No. No, no, no, don't even try it, Rhymefest.
- No. - You--you know what?
That's why you sit at lunch alone.
- No, I sit at lunch alone 'cause I put it in my contract
not to sit by your Black ass.
[both grunting] Fuck out of here.
- All right, all right, um, it's all good.
Let's do this over again. Let's get back to positions.
- All right, Val. - Let's do it again?
- Yeah. Yeah, let's get this. - All right.
Let's get this.
- My bad, Rhyme. - That's all right.
- It's who he is. - Marker. Camera set.
- Sound speed. - Thanks.
Set.
Ready?
Yeah, Val.
And action!
You know what?
I'm going to the Bulls game tonight,
and I'ma punch that little light-skinned motherfucker
Steph Curry in the head.
Simon, it ain't a good idea.
- Shut the fuck up, K. Ain't nobody asked you nothing.
I don't care about nothing and nobody but me,
myself, and I...
Simon James.
- ♪ I was born on the South Side ♪
♪ I was raised on the South Side ♪
♪ Good days on the South Side ♪
♪ Got paid on the South Side ♪
♪ Went to church on the South Side ♪
♪ Went to work on the South Side ♪
♪ Whole family from the South Side ♪
♪ Couldn't wait to go outside on the South Side ♪
- ♪ South Side ♪ - ♪ South Side ♪
♪ South Side ♪
- ♪ I was born on the South Side ♪
♪ I was raised on the South Side ♪
♪ Good days on the South Side ♪
♪ Got paid on the South Side ♪
♪ ♪
- ♪ I was born on the South Side ♪
♪ I was raised on the South Side ♪
♪ Good days on the South Side ♪
♪ Got paid on the South Side ♪
♪ Went to church on the South Side ♪
♪ Went to work on the South Side ♪
♪ Whole family from the South Side ♪
♪ Couldn't wait to go outside on the South Side ♪
- ♪ South Side ♪ - ♪ South... ♪