aka the smeeziest of them all,The Turf Feinz.
I'm with my brother.
It's your boy Ice Cold 3000of 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!
[hip-hop music plays]
My pops, he's a chef at, uh--
you know that spotBrewer's Feast?
I worked the line under my popsas a teenager.
I'm talking about squad cars
all in frontof my pops' restaurant.
And then I'm walking outin front of white table diners
in cuffs.
♪ ♪
[Janelle] Oh, look,your brother made it.
Oh, absolutely not.
Get back in your carand fuck off now
before he sees you.
Fuck, it feels so goodto be out
doing somenormal-ass shit, girl.
- Ashley!- It's not what you think.
Bitch, you cheated on mybrother while he is in prison.
Ashley, that's not true, is it?
And I'll tell Miles myself.
Just-just please at leastlet me tell him myself.
You just did.
[soft music plays]
♪ ♪
[buzzer blares]
[person coughing]
[indistinct chatter]
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 justfollowing orders, man.
I don't give a shit.
But your arresting officersof the Oakland PD,
they were caught plantingevidence in their cases.
So I'ma go ahead and guessthat 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?
[officer] To pack your shit.
I don't give a fuck aboutnone of this shit. Let's go.
♪ ♪
[laughs]
Uh, excuse me, sir.
Uh, uh, uh, uh,
are you sure y-you meantMiles Turner
and not Niles Turner?
Miles with an M, dummy.
- Let's go. Come on.- [laughs]
- Don't you laugh.- [Miles] Oh, shit.
Don't you laugh. I was--
You're married because of me.
I was practically best manat your wedding.
Miles!
[soft jazzy music plays]
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
♪ ♪
[snoring]
[person] Okay, let's get it,health hustlers.
Welcome back to everybody'sfavorite,Trap Abs.
Fucking hell.
Happy New Year's Eve, girl.Hmm.
I forfeited my morning workoutfor 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 getyour crying ass off my couch.
Mama, you want this basketof blankets and shit?
No.
I'll look through it.
Just leavewhatever you don't want.
Okay. Yeah, you know,I don't even really feel like
I need to packthat much stuff anyway
because Mustafa said the houseis just how I left it.
He's so sweet.[laughs]
But, Mama, please tell meyou gon' leave my room
the way that it is this time.
Hell no.
The secondyou move out of there,
I'm rentingthat motherfucker out.
Maybe to Ashley to get herout of my living room.
You and Miles still ain'tsaid nothing to each other?
No one in the Turner clanwants to talk to me.
You can't gointo the new year like this.
Work it out.
Today!
So get up.
[somber music plays]
♪ ♪
[Rainey] You sleep?
♪ ♪
- Uh...- Yes, you do it.
You do it.
Are you gonnatake one over to Mom?
No, I'm not.
Here we go.
[Rainey] Here we go.
Tower of waffles from your dad.
Scooch over.
Trish is gonna haveher girls over tonight
for a little New Year'scelebration, nothing big.
I think we don't needany more drama.
I think everybody next doormight come too.
- Not her.- Right.
Hey, kid.
You want to, uh, go hang outwith your mom tonight,
or do you want to stay up latewith 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.
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
[phone buzzes]
[indistinct dialogue over TV]
[TV clicks off]
[Marvin over phone]Hey, son, um,
look, I know you're avoidingthe restaurant,
but, um,
I just had two guyscall out sick.
You can't see me doingthe air-quote thing,
but "sick" from New Year's Eeshift tonight.
Now, I've only got folksuntil 11,
and if you could come workthe kitchen with me,
it would be a big help.
Call me back.
[June] Okay, I just heard it.
And... I am supportive
of however you chooseto 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--
[June] I don't--I don't know.I don't know.
You should find out.
[phone buzzes]
[footsteps tapping]
[engine turning over]
Give it a fucking rest.
What am I supposed to do,cross the picket line?
You can do that.
Neither one of themis your kid.
Why are you participatingin their shit?
Just stay out of it.
Someone has to bein his corner.
One minute,he's doing a five-year bid.
Next minute, he's gettingwalked out of prison.
He's not thinking straight.
He didn't get one instantto be happy.
He doesn't know what to doabout her.
Can't you see that?
Where's she going?
To see her mom.
Apparently the only oneshe's got.
[Marc] Of course, you're notrequired to speak, but...
I'd like to encourage youone more time.
Just the practiceof sharing your feelings
is an important stepin 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--
[door clicks open]
[Earl] 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.
[Marc] No problem, Earl.
So...[sighs]
...today's topic is ourrelationship with our families.
Let's, uh--let's try pairing upand doing a little exercise.
We will face each other
and, when comfortable,
each share how incarceration
has affected our relationshiswith our family,
home life.
Earl...
why don't you pair with ournewest member, Miles?
♪ ♪
[sighs]
♪ ♪
[Rainey] Hey.
♪ ♪
I always loved her spot.
Hey, Genevieve.
Did you knowthe "Jirardelli" family crypt
is right over there?
It's huge.
All that chocolate money.
Rainey, just pleaselet me have this space.
Don't say anything weirdand ruin it for me.
[scoffs] Okay.
- Bye.- [scoffs] Bye.
You know, Miles' dadcheated on me for years.
So excuse me if I'm nothyper-sympathetic
to you getting drunkand fucking off your marriage
while my son is in prison.
And don't thinkI can't hear you thinking,
"It was just a kiss; it's notlike I fucked anybody."
'Cause, you know,maybe that's true.
I don't actually know or care.
I care about my son.
[laughs]Yeah, I know, that's it.
What's that, that's it?
"Oh, hey, Ashley,I'm sort of your mom too."
Yeah, my momwould've loved that.
I think she would agreeit'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 rightwith you, you little shit.
Just fight with melike you're family.
Fuck you.
- Fuck you!- Fuck you!
- Fuck you!- Fuck you.
You fucked up,
and now this silenceis 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 onin his head.
And I want to disappear
because I don't want himto 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'repronouncing it wrong.
What?
It's "Ghirardelli,"not "Jirardelli."
I don't think that's right.
It's "Ghirardelli."
"Ghirardelli?"
"Ghirardelli."
[Rainey] What happened really?
Rainey, I had a drunk moment...
- No, no, no, not that.- [Ashley] ...and I--
The night Miles got arrested.
Really.
[sighs]
He won't tell me either.
What a fucking pairyou two make.
I just wish he wouldsay something to me.
He's not coming over to Nancy'sto fix this for you.
You have to stare him down,say your piece,
and see what happens.
[somber music plays]
♪ ♪
I really don't thinkit's "Ghirardelli."
[sniffles] Yeah, it is.It's "Ghirardelli."
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
♪ ♪
[sighs]
[indistinct chatter]
♪ ♪
[sighs]
Fuck it.
You go, I go?
Uh, nah, I go, you go.
Same time, since we did timeat the same time.
[clock ticking,lights flickering rhythmically]
♪ ♪
It ain't all bad,but if it bleeds, it leads.
And I can't tell the difference
between a cell blockand a triage wing.
I got a finite amountof fortitude in this fortress,
battling the evil gorgeousof a panopticon,
seen but invisible likethe 13th Amendment tentacle.
Each night might could be youverse' you in the Octagon.
I'm in crime schooltrying to be truant.
How the fuck you think we teachcriminals how to be criminal
here in the fallen godParthenon?
I'ma be the paragon prisoner,dodge all the sinister.
Ms. Understoodbeen my number one visitor.
And I ain't seen God since Mombrought the minister.
[Miles] All right, here I go.
I am bench-pressing hard time.
Round-robin family visitfull of fiction.
Smile, don't let themsee your spirit flinching.
Giving the performanceof a lifetime.
Everyone that's coming inis leaving looking a bit more
like they are livingin the same prison
that we doing a bid in.
Here I am pretending I ain'ttearing down the middle.
I'm a cocked pistol.
I'm a pot boiling overhot, 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 befor the nail shop.
Now every penny pinched.
[both] Now I'm a dog in a cagethey can watch age,
they can watch change,watch become strange,
watch become somethingprison sickness made,
a Frankensteinof the carceral state.
- Whoo.- Each minute feels like ten.
- [inmates] Ten.- Every week is a month.
- [inmates] Month.- A thousand years in a second.
- [inmates] Second.- A life goes out in a snuff.
[all] I'm on your head.I'm on your cell block.
I'm on your cell block.
I'm on your head,on your cell block.
We on your cell block.
[Earl] Hey, y'all got a camera?Film this shit.
You know the kind of shit youhear talking through a toilet?
I once made liquorout of oranges,
moonshine shedding lighton our torment.
Wake uplike reanimated corpses.
Keep a tally for all the timesI considered slitting my wrists
and letting the rivers run red
as a Mississippi caucus.[yells]
Don't know if my soul'llmake it out.
Who I used to be is fading now.
This is an oven for makingmonsters 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.
[both] Highly orchestratedto hate each other.
Looking back, what happenedisn't a wonder.
- No wonder we--- Hey, now, hold tight.
- I'm friends with his wife.- [Miles] What's up?
He said he knows your wife,nigga.
Hey, fuck you!
- Each minute feels like ten.- [inmates] Ten.
- Every week is a month.- [inmates] Month.
- A thousand years in a second.- [inmates] Second.
A life goes out in a snuff.
[laughs]See, we made to be opposition
like Abrahamic religion.
They unholy cannibalism.
The secret cabalain't secret at all.
The threat of a law reinforcedby the force of these walls.
You can't be in helland not embrace it.
Let me guess,they think your chest vacant?
Yup, hate it.It's almost like these bars
become some formof infinite separations.
[Miles] Nah, nah, nah,now, hold the fuck on.
This shit break a family.I feel mine dissolving.
Who can love a manwith one foot in the coffin?
How can I competewhen freedom is an option?
I'd do anything to be backwhere we started.
[both] I'd do anythingto be back where I started.
[Miles] Right before I gotdragged out of my apartment.
[Earl] Right before theydragged me out the restaurant
and closed the door on futuresthat I said I wanted.
[both] Now my life is haunted.
[Earl] Each minutefeels like ten.
Every week is a month.
A thousand years in a second.
A life goes out in a snuff.
[Miles and Earl]Each minute feels like ten.
Every weakness a crime.
[Earl]A thousand years in a second.
[Miles and Earl] Wish I couldjust leave it all behind.
[alarm blaring]
Behind.
[lights flickering]
[lights buzzing]
[indistinct chatter]
[hip-hop music playingindistinctly over speakers]
Hey!
Hey. [laughs]
Um, so before Cuddiegets here,
I want to talkabout that whole
"I love you" thing.
- Okay, yeah, dude.- [clears throat]
I been thinking about it,and...
when I heard it out loudin front of everyone, I--
I just--I don't--I guessI don't know how I feel.
But I feel like...
I'm losing you because--
Bitch, you are notin 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 fucksometimes.
- No, mm-mm.- Trish,
you are my platonic life mateforever,
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 thismath-letter coexistence work.
- [groans]- But, girl,
you gotta work with me.
Ugh, look.
I want you happy.
I just--I miss you, girl.
I love the version of myselfwhen you're around.
And when you aren't around,
I feel lost.
I know I am sprung
and that I'm beinga 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?
- [Jacque] Ugh.- Ah, come on in, brother.
All right. [grunts]
Hey, but check me out.
You know I had to bringthe 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!- [Jacque] Aw.
What up, cuz?
You bowl now?
Whatever the pareCuddie on,I'm there.
- Yeah!- [Jacque] Hell yeah.
Uh-uh, I gotta keepthis bromance in check.
[vocalizing]
[jazzy music plays]
[indistinct chatter]
Here we are.
- Hey.- Good to see you.
- My pops is in the back?- Mm-hmm.
[indistinct chatter]
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
[siren wailing]
♪ ♪
[exhales sharply]
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
[chatter stops]
Do you, um--
do you rememberwhere we keep the aprons?
I brought my own.
Can we not let these dieon the pass, please?
- Thank you.- [all] Yes, Chef.
[indistinct chatter]
All right, I'll, uh, take overexpo for these next two up.
Looks like we got a cordon bleu
and a filet mignon well-donebecause 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!
[all] Yes, Chef.
[indistinct chatter]
Uh...
my work station, Dad.
[soft music plays]
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
♪ ♪
[sighs]
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
♪ ♪
Hey, y'all, my brother's out!
- He here!- [people cheering]
Wait, let me get a drinkfor 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?
[people] Ten, nine, eight,
seven, six, five...
[man over TV]2018, happy New Year.
Coming in, we have Tiffanydown on the ground.
Who do you have with you?
[Tiffany over TV]All right, I have Richard.
Anybody you want to saysomething special to?
[Richard over TV] ...I wanna sayhi to my peeps back at home...
[banging at door]
What's up, baby bro?
[Miles] I can't have thisin here, bro, no.
- [Monty] Listen--- No.
I just need y'all to take thisfor one night.
They just raided my house.It's hot out there, man.
I can't be rolling aroundwith this on me, man.
Come on.It's just a bag of pills, okay?
[Miles scoffs]
Hold on. Hold on.
I promised my mom
that we would keep himout of prison.
He don't havenot 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.
[both sigh]
Happy New Year.All right, baby.
I love you.
- Love you too.- Thank you.
I'll be back in 20 minutes.
♪ ♪
[siren wailing]
[tires screeching]
Shit.
[officer] Police!We've got a search warrant!
- Open up!- [door bangs open]
- Put it down!- Fuck!
Back up! Come on! Back!
- All right, all right.- Let's go.
- All right, all right.- [Ashley] What happened?
[Miles] Exactly, what happened?
You don't know 'causeI kept this from you, baby.
- I'm so sorry.- Found him flushing these.
- Hey, back up.- Fuck.
- And you're so pissed.- [Ashley] I am so pissed at you.
- You are so pissed.- How could you do that?
Get off of me.
♪ ♪
- [gavel bangs]- Five years?
♪ ♪
[Miles] You don'towe me anything, baby.
[Ashley]That's exactly what you'd sa.
♪ ♪
[no audible dialogue]
♪ ♪
Miles, chill.
[Miles] Don't tell meto 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!
[Sean] Dad! Dad!
[Miles] I'll see you soon,all right?
I'ma see you soon, man!
- [Sean] Dad!- [Miles] I'ma see you soon!
♪ ♪
[Ashley]I just miss him so much.
Every day, I wake up,and I think,
"I'm so sorry."
♪ ♪
Happy New Year.
♪ ♪
[people] ...seven, six, five,
four, three, two, one!
Happy New Year!
- [cheers and applause]- [fireworks popping]
Hey.
Come back to me now.
♪ ♪
[all cheering]
[P-Lo] ♪ Ay, ay, ay ♪
♪ Everything that glitterAin't gold ♪
♪ Know the difference ♪
♪ Lotta hosLike it's Christmas ♪
♪ Say that money talkin'You whisperin' ♪
♪ Ay, she look betterWith a filter ♪
♪ On me but I still curveShinin' make 'em feel worse ♪
♪ On oneLike the pill work... ♪
[music continues, muffled]
Happy New Year, Grandma!
Happy New Year!
Oh!
Hey, I think you shouldrun upstairs
and check on your mom and dad.
They would lovea big New Year's hug.
[chuckles]
Oh, such a big, strong hug.
Oh, okay, go, go, go.
Go.
Love ya. Bye.
[people cheering]
[footsteps tapping]
Oh!
Ho!
[Sean] Happy New Year!
[Miles] Happy New Year.
[soft music plays]
[Sean] Whoa.
Awesome!
["Legs" playing]
[singer 1] Let's jam!
♪ ♪
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ ♪
[music stops]
["Legs" playing]
♪ ♪
[singer 2] ♪ Baby ♪
- [singer 1] ♪ Give it up ♪- [singer 2] ♪ Well ♪
[singer 1] ♪ Give it up, baby ♪
Mama!
[singer 1] ♪ Give it up ♪
[singer 2] ♪ Well ♪
[singer 1]♪ Now, I don't know ♪
♪ What Mama wants ♪
[singer 2] ♪ Ooh ♪
[singer 1] ♪ I got her ♪
♪ I could give her her wants ♪
[singer 2]♪ I don't want that ♪
[singer 1] ♪ Give meGive me your thing ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Give meGive me your thing ♪
♪ Ow ♪
♪ ♪
[singer 2] ♪ Boom-boomBoom, b-boom-boom ♪
♪ Boom, b-boom-boomBoom, well ♪
[singer 1]♪ Baby, give me some leg ♪
[singer 2] ♪ Boom-boomBoom, b-boom-boom ♪
♪ Boom, b-boom-boomBoom, well ♪
[singer 1]♪ I don't want much ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Baby ♪
♪ ♪
[singer 2] ♪ Please, girl ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Just give me a little bit ♪
♪ ♪
[singer 1] ♪ Baby ♪
[singer 2] ♪ Give it up ♪
♪ ♪
- ♪ Oh ♪- [singer 1] ♪ Give it, give it ♪
♪ Give it, give itGive it up ♪
♪ ♪