It's your boy Chonkster,
aka the smeeziest of them all, The Turf Feinz.
I'm with my brother.
It's your boy Ice Cold 3000 of The Turf Feinz.
Let them know. Let them know. Let them know.
- And you would not believe... - Uh-huh.
- ...what happened... - What happened?
- ...last week... - Yeah.
- ...on Blindspotting. - Ooh!
My pops, he's a chef at, uh--
you know that spot Brewer's Feast?
I worked the line under my pops as a teenager.
I'm talking about squad cars
all in front of my pops' restaurant.
And then I'm walking out in front of white table diners
in cuffs.
Oh, look, your brother made it.
Oh, absolutely not.
Get back in your car and fuck off now
before he sees you.
Fuck, it feels so good to be out
doing some normal-ass shit, girl.
- Ashley! - It's not what you think.
Bitch, you cheated on my brother while he is in prison.
Ashley, that's not true, is it?
And I'll tell Miles myself.
Just-just please at least let me tell him myself.
You just did.
Yo, yo, yo! Miles Turner.
Yeah?
Luckiest day of your life. Pack your shit up.
Why, y'all gonna transfer me?
Please don't transfer me, man.
M-my whole family's here. We can't take this.
Hey, man, I'm just following orders, man.
I don't give a shit.
But your arresting officers of the Oakland PD,
they were caught planting evidence in their cases.
So I'ma go ahead and guess that your case
got thrown out with the others.
So come on, pack your shit. You're leaving now.
Leaving? What you mean, like, leaving leaving?
That's what the order is.
Time to walk.
What?
What's that for?
To pack your shit.
I don't give a fuck about none of this shit. Let's go.
Uh, excuse me, sir.
Uh, uh, uh, uh,
are you sure y-you meant Miles Turner
and not Niles Turner?
Miles with an M, dummy.
Let's go. Come on.
- Don't you laugh. - Oh, shit.
Don't you laugh. I was--
You're married because of me.
I was practically best man at your wedding.
Miles!
Okay, let's get it, health hustlers.
Welcome back to everybody's favorite, Trap Abs.
Fucking hell.
Happy New Year's Eve, girl. Hmm.
I forfeited my morning workout for a week
because I felt sorry for you.
But that's all I can do, girl.
I'm trying to keep it tight.
And you gotta get your crying ass off my couch.
Mama, you want this basket of blankets and shit?
No.
I'll look through it.
Just leave whatever you don't want.
Okay. Yeah, you know, I don't even really feel like
I need to pack that much stuff anyway
because Mustafa said the house is just how I left it.
He's so sweet.
But, Mama, please tell me you gon' leave my room
the way that it is this time.
Hell no.
The second you move out of there,
I'm renting that motherfucker out.
Maybe to Ashley to get her out of my living room.
You and Miles still ain't said nothing to each other?
No one in the Turner clan wants to talk to me.
You can't go into the new year like this.
Work it out.
Today!
So get up.
You sleep?
- Uh... - Yes, you do it.
You do it.
Are you gonna take one over to Mom?
No, I'm not.
Here we go.
Tower of waffles from your dad.
Scooch over.
Trish is gonna have her girls over tonight
for a little New Year's celebration, nothing big.
I think we don't need any more drama.
I think everybody next door might come too.
- Not her. - Right.
Hey, kid.
You want to, uh, go hang out with your mom tonight,
or do you want to stay up late with me,
Grandma, and Tía Trish
and celebrate New Year's?
Uh, that one.
That one, exactly.
All right, Mom, I gotta go.
Kid, love you.
Love you, Dad.
I'm glad you're home.
Hey, son, um,
look, I know you're avoiding the restaurant,
but, um,
I just had two guys call out sick.
You can't see me doing the air-quote thing,
but "sick" from New Year's Ee shift tonight.
Now, I've only got folks until 11,
and if you could come work the kitchen with me,
it would be a big help.
Call me back.
Okay, I just heard it.
And... I am supportive
of however you choose to respond to it.
He said "with."
"With." He said...
work with him,
not for him.
Why would he say that?
Like...
is he trying to bait me, or, like, is it, like, a--
I don't--I don't know. I don't know.
You should find out.
Give it a fucking rest.
What am I supposed to do, cross the picket line?
You can do that.
Neither one of them is your kid.
Why are you participating in their shit?
Just stay out of it.
Someone has to be in his corner.
One minute, he's doing a five-year bid.
Next minute, he's getting walked out of prison.
He's not thinking straight.
He didn't get one instant to be happy.
He doesn't know what to do about her.
Can't you see that?
Where's she going?
To see her mom.
Apparently the only one she's got.
Of course, you're not required to speak, but...
I'd like to encourage you one more time.
Just the practice of sharing your feelings
is an important step in dealing with the trauma
you experienced in prison.
I hear all that.
I'm just gonna, uh--
I'm just gonna listen today.
Well, um--
Hey, sorry I'm late.
Uh, one of my delivery guys
ate a order again, and I...
I had to remake it.
Anyway, I'm sorry I was--
I was late.
No problem, Earl.
So...
...today's topic is our relationship with our families.
Let's, uh--let's try pairing up and doing a little exercise.
We will face each other
and, when comfortable,
each share how incarceration
has affected our relationshis with our family,
home life.
Earl...
why don't you pair with our newest member, Miles?
Hey.
I always loved her spot.
Hey, Genevieve.
Did you know the "Jirardelli" family crypt
is right over there?
It's huge.
All that chocolate money.
Rainey, just please let me have this space.
Don't say anything weird and ruin it for me.
Okay.
- Bye. - Bye.
You know, Miles' dad cheated on me for years.
So excuse me if I'm not hyper-sympathetic
to you getting drunk and fucking off your marriage
while my son is in prison.
And don't think I can't hear you thinking,
"It was just a kiss; it's not like I fucked anybody."
'Cause, you know, maybe that's true.
I don't actually know or care.
I care about my son.
Yeah, I know, that's it.
What's that, that's it?
"Oh, hey, Ashley, I'm sort of your mom too."
Yeah, my mom would've loved that.
I think she would agree it's not your proudest moment.
Oh, God.
I made a mistake.
And I feel terrible.
Well, good.
Can you just go now?
- No! - Why not?
Because you are like my kid!
I-I'm here,
trying to make it right with you, you little shit.
Just fight with me like you're family.
Fuck you.
- Fuck you! - Fuck you!
- Fuck you.
You fucked up,
and now this silence is digging a deeper hole.
He's not talking to me, Rainey.
Oh, he's mad and not talking? What a shock.
You talk to him.
I don't know what's going on in his head.
And I want to disappear
because I don't want him to hate me even more
because I did this to him, all of it.
I did this all to him, and I twisted the knife.
And you're pronouncing it wrong.
What?
It's "Ghirardelli," not "Jirardelli."
I don't think that's right.
It's "Ghirardelli."
"Ghirardelli?"
"Ghirardelli."
What happened really?
Rainey, I had a drunk moment...
- No, no, no, not that. - ...and I--
The night Miles got arrested.
Really.
He won't tell me either.
What a fucking pair you two make.
I just wish he would say something to me.
He's not coming over to Nancy's to fix this for you.
You have to stare him down, say your piece,
and see what happens.
I really don't think it's "Ghirardelli."
Yeah, it is. It's "Ghirardelli."
Fuck it.
You go, I go?
Uh, nah, I go, you go.
Same time, since we did time at the same time.
It ain't all bad, but if it bleeds, it leads.
And I can't tell the difference
between a cell block and a triage wing.
I got a finite amount of fortitude in this fortress,
battling the evil gorgeous of a panopticon,
seen but invisible like the 13th Amendment tentacle.
Each night might could be you verse' you in the Octagon.
I'm in crime school trying to be truant.
How the fuck you think we teach criminals how to be criminal
here in the fallen god Parthenon?
I'ma be the paragon prisoner, dodge all the sinister.
Ms. Understood been my number one visitor.
And I ain't seen God since Mom brought the minister.
All right, here I go.
I am bench-pressing hard time.
Round-robin family visit full of fiction.
Smile, don't let them see your spirit flinching.
Giving the performance of a lifetime.
Everyone that's coming in is leaving looking a bit more
like they are living in the same prison
that we doing a bid in.
Here I am pretending I ain't tearing down the middle.
I'm a cocked pistol.
I'm a pot boiling over hot, hot.
They in here with us, locked in the cell block.
I'm extra baggage for my wif. I'm a bellhop.
Money on my books used to be for the nail shop.
Now every penny pinched.
Now I'm a dog in a cage they can watch age,
they can watch change, watch become strange,
watch become something prison sickness made,
a Frankenstein of the carceral state.
- Whoo. - Each minute feels like ten.
- Ten. - Every week is a month.
- Month. - A thousand years in a second.
- Second. - A life goes out in a snuff.
I'm on your head. I'm on your cell block.
I'm on your head, on your cell block.
We on your cell block.
Hey, y'all got a camera? Film this shit.
You know the kind of shit you hear talking through a toilet?
I once made liquor out of oranges,
moonshine shedding light on our torment.
Wake up like reanimated corpses.
Keep a tally for all the times I considered slitting my wrists
and letting the rivers run red
as a Mississippi caucus.
Don't know if my soul'll make it out.
Who I used to be is fading now.
This is an oven for making monsters out of men,
and I can feel us baking now.
This is chain-ganging, state-sanctioned,
slave-trading, license plate making.
We numbers. 240161 on my jumper.
Separated into colors.
Highly orchestrated to hate each other.
Looking back, what happened isn't a wonder.
- No wonder we-- - Hey, now, hold tight.
- I'm friends with his wife. - What's up?
He said he knows your wife, nigga.
Hey, fuck you!
- Each minute feels like ten. - Ten.
- Every week is a month. - Month.
- A thousand years in a second. - Second.
A life goes out in a snuff.
See, we made to be opposition
like Abrahamic religion.
They unholy cannibalism.
The secret cabal ain't secret at all.
The threat of a law reinforced by the force of these walls.
You can't be in hell and not embrace it.
Let me guess, they think your chest vacant?
Yup, hate it. It's almost like these bars
become some form of infinite separations.
Nah, nah, nah, now, hold the fuck on.
This shit break a family. I feel mine dissolving.
Who can love a man with one foot in the coffin?
How can I compete when freedom is an option?
I'd do anything to be back where we started.
I'd do anything to be back where I started.
Right before I got dragged out of my apartment.
Right before they dragged me out the restaurant
and closed the door on futures that I said I wanted.
Now my life is haunted.
Each minute feels like ten.
Every week is a month.
A thousand years in a second.
A life goes out in a snuff.
Each minute feels like ten.
Every weakness a crime.
A thousand years in a second.
Wish I could just leave it all behind.
Behind.
Hey!
Hey.
Um, so before Cuddie gets here,
I want to talk about that whole
"I love you" thing.
Okay, yeah, dude.
I been thinking about it, and...
when I heard it out loud in front of everyone, I--
I just--I don't--I guess I don't know how I feel.
But I feel like...
I'm losing you because--
Bitch, you are not in love with me.
- Girl, I might be. - No, you are not, okay?
We have hooked up before, and this has never come up,
not ever.
You're just possessive as fuck sometimes.
- No, mm-mm. - Trish,
you are my platonic life mate forever,
my best friend.
I'm not going anywhere, so chill.
No, because I am number one.
This is above everything else.
Girl, I know.
I know that this is number one.
I know that you are number one.
Yes, yes.
But he's letter A.
Ugh. Ew, not a metaphor.
I am really happy,
and I'm trying to make this math-letter coexistence work.
But, girl,
you gotta work with me.
Ugh, look.
I want you happy.
I just--I miss you, girl.
I love the version of myself when you're around.
And when you aren't around,
I feel lost.
I know I am sprung
and that I'm being a bad friend.
I can do better.
Oh!
God, he makes me so happy.
Oh, yeah.
Hey, hey, what it do?
Oh, wow, am I interrupting something?
- Ugh. - Ah, come on in, brother.
All right.
Hey, but check me out.
You know I had to bring the Big Accountskis.
Yeah, Sophie, up top.
Yeah. Gordon, down low, my man.
Gutter Ball Susan. You bowled a 94.
But look who we got.
- Yeah! - Aw.
What up, cuz?
You bowl now?
Whatever the pare Cuddie on, I'm there.
- Yeah! - Hell yeah.
Uh-uh, I gotta keep this bromance in check.
Here we are.
- Hey. - Good to see you.
- My pops is in the back? - Mm-hmm.
Do you, um--
do you remember where we keep the aprons?
I brought my own.
Can we not let these die on the pass, please?
- Thank you. - Yes, Chef.
All right, I'll, uh, take over expo for these next two up.
Looks like we got a cordon bleu
and a filet mignon well-done because somebody at that table
is a goddamn simpleton.
And then could I get some, uh, parsley off the lowboy?
You heard the chef.
Get to it!
Yes, Chef.
Uh...
my work station, Dad.
Hey, y'all, my brother's out!
He here!
Wait, let me get a drink for you.
- Okay, I got some drink for you. - No, I'm good.
I got some drink for you.
Sh--
Ashley's up there.
Good.
Hold on, hold on, hold on. Shit, y'all.
Man, w-wait, it's time, it's time, it's time.
Everybody, the ball's about to drop.
Ready?
Ten, nine, eight,
seven, six, five...
2018, happy New Year.
Coming in, we have Tiffany down on the ground.
Who do you have with you?
All right, I have Richard.
Anybody you want to say something special to?
...I wanna say hi to my peeps back at home...
What's up, baby bro?
I can't have this in here, bro, no.
- Listen-- - No.
I just need y'all to take this for one night.
They just raided my house. It's hot out there, man.
I can't be rolling around with this on me, man.
Come on. It's just a bag of pills, okay?
Hold on. Hold on.
I promised my mom
that we would keep him out of prison.
He don't have not one other friend's house
he can take this to, not one other friend
- this can go to? - Miles.
He's my brother.
I'm just worried about him.
Okay, Sean, get your coat. We're going to Nancy's.
Happy New Year. All right, baby.
I love you.
- Love you too. - Thank you.
I'll be back in 20 minutes.
Shit.
Police! We've got a search warrant!
- Open up!
- Put it down! - Fuck!
Back up! Come on! Back!
- All right, all right. - Let's go.
- All right, all right. - What happened?
Exactly, what happened?
You don't know 'cause I kept this from you, baby.
- I'm so sorry. - Found him flushing these.
- Hey, back up. - Fuck.
- And you're so pissed. - I am so pissed at you.
- You are so pissed. - How could you do that?
Get off of me.
- Five years?
You don't owe me anything, baby.
That's exactly what you'd sa.
Miles, chill.
Don't tell me to fucking chill.
We don't have tomorrow.
You go to work, and I stay here.
We don't have tomorrow, okay?
This is almost over!
Dad! Dad!
I'll see you soon, all right?
I'ma see you soon, man!
- Dad! - I'ma see you soon!
I just miss him so much.
Every day, I wake up, and I think,
"I'm so sorry."
Happy New Year.
...seven, six, five,
four, three, two, one!
Happy New Year!
Hey.
Come back to me now.
♪ Ay, ay, ay ♪
♪ Everything that glitter Ain't gold ♪
♪ Know the difference ♪
♪ Lotta hos Like it's Christmas ♪
♪ Say that money talkin' You whisperin' ♪
♪ Ay, she look better With a filter ♪
♪ On me but I still curve Shinin' make 'em feel worse ♪
♪ On one Like the pill work... ♪
Happy New Year, Grandma!
Happy New Year!
Oh!
Hey, I think you should run upstairs
and check on your mom and dad.
They would love a big New Year's hug.
Oh, such a big, strong hug.
Oh, okay, go, go, go.
Go.
Love ya. Bye.
Oh!
Ho!
Happy New Year!
Happy New Year.
Whoa.
Awesome!
Let's jam!
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ Baby ♪
- ♪ Give it up ♪ - ♪ Well ♪
♪ Give it up, baby ♪
Mama!
♪ Give it up ♪
♪ Well ♪
♪ Now, I don't know ♪
♪ What Mama wants ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ I got her ♪
♪ I could give her her wants ♪
♪ I don't want that ♪
♪ Give me Give me your thing ♪
♪ Ow ♪
♪ Boom-boom Boom, b-boom-boom ♪
♪ Boom, b-boom-boom Boom, well ♪
♪ Baby, give me some leg ♪
♪ Boom-boom Boom, b-boom-boom ♪
♪ Boom, b-boom-boom Boom, well ♪
♪ I don't want much ♪
♪ Baby ♪
♪ Please, girl ♪
♪ Just give me a little bit ♪
♪ Baby ♪
♪ Give it up ♪
- ♪ Oh ♪ - ♪ Give it, give it ♪
♪ Give it, give it Give it up ♪