Previously on Raising Kanan...
You ask Raq about me yet?
My mom don't want me messing with you, man.
This is where my cousin wants to meet you.
You're helping me, Juliana.
You let me know when I can help you.
I'm building up my business, Joaquin.
I'm about to be the only game in town.
No supply, losing corners. Raq gonna fold.
It's a one-time offer. Pass up on it now, and...
ain't no circling back, know what I'm saying?
This wouldn't be popping off without you.
You need to remember that.
Just the money man right now, is all.
The guy with the loot calls the shots.
You about to run this shit, baby.
Oh, yeah?
I heard Famous' song.
It's just made up. Famous ain't in that life.
Yeah, but you are.
Put some testers out, man.
Not that much, maybe about 20 vials,
just to see what the feedback was looking like.
Feedback's real shitty, niggas, real shitty.
It's damn near impossible to kill a motherfucker with crack,
but not your shit.
Your shit done broke all the rules.
I got this dance tonight.
Who you going with? Her name's Nicole.
Nicole lucky.
So I'm gonna meet you at the bench across the street
from the hotel where it's happening.
Nicole?
-Nicole, open up.
Open up this fucking door right now!
♪ I'm a hustler, baby I'm a hustler, baby ♪
♪ Yeah, I know Heartbreaks, setbacks ♪
♪ Bitch, if I crap out I'm sure I'ma get back ♪
♪ I been through the ups and Downs, you know I get around ♪
♪ So to me It's all a part of the game ♪
♪ If I ain't the coke man Or the dope man ♪
♪ I'm almost for sure, man I got to take it ♪
♪ No need to say shit I'm gon' take it ♪
♪ Robberies turned homicide It's nothin' to play with ♪
♪ Make money Make, make, make money ♪
♪ When shit hit the fan We'll take money, Southside ♪
♪ Beef with the best of 'em ♪
♪ Done shot At the rest of 'em, yeah ♪
♪ Checks, I'm collectin' 'em ♪
♪ Check, boy I'm finessin' 'em ♪
♪ Bag Supreme Boy, you fuck around ♪
♪ Put a big bag on your head ♪
♪ Before the weather break You're dead ♪
♪ Let's get to it, they Don't do it like we do it ♪
♪ Nah, cop it, whip it Bag it, flip it ♪
♪ Re-up, we up G'd up, what up? ♪
♪ Runnin' round this bitch Still not givin' a fuck, hey ♪
♪ When it come to that paper There'll be no complications ♪
Ha ha. That's right.
♪ Put a hole in a nigga Right in front of you ♪
♪ Your heartbeat pacin' ♪
♪ And it's all right ♪
♪ That's how We do it on this side ♪
♪ Niggas get to it On this side ♪
♪ I know heartbreaks Setbacks ♪
♪ Bitch, if I crap out I'm sure I'ma get back ♪
♪ I been through the ups and Downs, you know I get around ♪
♪ So to me It's all a part of the game ♪
♪ If I ain't the coke man Or the dope man ♪
♪ I'm almost for sure, man I got to take it ♪
♪ No need to say shit I'm gon' take it ♪
♪ Robberies turned homicide It's nothin' to play with ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
Used to be this old church lady
babysat me.
Always used to say,
"God never gives you more than you can bear."
But that's just what church folks say
when fucked-up shit happens.
Because truth is, there's shit a nigga can't bear,
shit you ain't never gonna get past,
and it changes you forever...
in ways you can't never change back.
Linda told me it was her heart,
some sort of congenital defect.
Thank you.
Hi.
Thank you.
Excuse me.
Laverne... you shouldn't be here.
I'm sorry.
My cousin's just trying to pay her respects.
We're gonna go.
Both of them out.
Of course.
She loved your daughter, you know.
Juke.
Come on, man, let's go home.
Juke.
- I'll catch up with you later. - I'm going with you, then.
I got to be dolo on this, Kanan.
You sure?
You fucking bitch!
What the fuck you doing?
No!
Don't put your hands on me.
I'm going to show you.
Why are you running? Huh?
Fucking bitch!
For you.
And for every nigga like you.
When the police get here, you tell them
there's some tools and some other shit missing,
that it must've been a robbery.
- You a'ight?
Gracias.
Third body we found in the last day.
He was holding one of these.
You know it ain't the coke that kills them.
It's the fucked-up poison they use to step on it.
We should get the word out about this
to all the shelters, hospitals, and intake centers.
Look, before you start your personal just-say-no talk,
you got to understand that every crackhead
on the Southside is gonna be tearing the block apart
trying to cop them blue caps.
If it's killing fools, that means it's hitting hard.
For grimy motherfuckers like that,
the bad shit is the good shit.
Overdose ain't our problem anyways.
This is what we call a victimless crime.
That's the victim, right there.
This is a murder.
Whoever's selling this rock is killing people.
Could track back to Raquel Thomas.
Nah, Raq know better than to put out bad shit.
Bad shit bring police, police bad for business.
You just said the bad shit is the good shit.
You know, maybe she's trying to drum up business.
Burke, it ain't Raq, and it ain't Unique.
They've been doing this too long
to make a rookie mistake like that.
How many more bodies we gonna let drop up here
without doing anything about it?
I'm not gonna get my ass torn apart
by the captain again.
All right, Detective, we'll rattle a few cages,
see what's up.
What's today's mathematics?
We gonna top out at five.
Lou.
For the whole day?
For the whole day and from every corner
- we still holding.
We ain't got enough product to last,
so I'm selling out all our work as soon as we set up shop.
But we're gettin' killed out there.
We need a new supply, or might as well shut
- the whole shit down. - He right.
Short money like this ain't worth the risk.
Also, heard some blue caps just hit the street.
It laying niggas out, killing them.
Now the whole hood fiendin' for 'em.
Could be 'Nique.
Nah, 'Nique know bodies bring trouble.
And now that he's buying up his shit and our shit from Deen,
the last thing he wants is his corners get rolled.
You hear anything?
Um, I heard some nigga from the Boogie Down
tryin' their new shit out here.
Where you hear that at?
From the street, nigga.
Unlike you, I ain't always wearing headphones.
How about deodorant? You never wearing that.
And you should, nigga.
I got a natural musk, nigga, how a real man smell,
but you wouldn't know nothing about that.
You right. I wouldn't know nothing about that.
I'm too busy smelling good out here.
What you wear, Secret? The same shit she wearing?
Enough.
We got too much happening at Baisley right now
to have the police sniffing around.
Figure out who cooking them blue caps
and tell them to take that shit somewhere else,
and if they got a problem with that,
you give them a bigger problem.
On it.
All right.
I need you to walk me through Unique
pressing up on you again.
I told you everything already.
Then tell me everything again.
'Nique wouldn't step to you like that unless he thought
there was some sort of chance you might flip.
He know something about you I don't, Lou?
I can't believe you'd even say some shit
like that out loud.
'Nique don't know nothing about me, Raq,
'cause if he did,
he'd know that when they put me in the ground,
I'm gonna be flying the same fucking flag
I been flying,
because I don't flip, for nobody or nothing,
and you know this.
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout.
Raq's stink all over this shit, man.
All her corners drying up,
so now she want these bodies to drop
so she get police out here to fuck with my business, man.
That's not what I heard. I heard she had some...
Fuck what you heard, Worrell!
You heard what I just said, nigga!
Man, tell our peoples upstate
it's time to tool the fuck up, man.
About to get real smoky out here.
Yo, Ricardo, come clean this shit up!
I'm taking five.
♪ Still wanna take me The wrong way ♪
♪ So now it's nothing but the Rhyme and the beat playin' ♪
I've been clean for over a month, Detect,
on my straight and narrow.
Clean?
As in washing behind your ears
and scrubbing in between your toes?
I know you ain't saying you off the pipe.
Shame on you knocking a nigga 12 step, Detect.
You 'posed to be encouraging and supportive and shit.
Blue caps, Sam. What do you know?
And here's some encouragement, nigga.
Ebony and ivory police up in this motherfucker?
Who's she?
She's my partner.
Don't worry about her. You talking to me.
It's some young boys pushing them blue caps on the block.
They not from the Southside.
I heard they from Queensbridge or some shit.
You got names on any of them?
You got more money, Hojak?
Hojak. Love it.
Yeah.
Lil' Rob.
He been favoring them titties over at Medallius recently.
Y'all punk-ass police
got a nigga all anxious and shit.
Now I got to go smoke something.
Get the fuck outta here.
Calm my damn nerves down.
See what y'all done did?
Hey, yo.
♪ They look the other way ♪
♪ And then he keeps on Biting ♪
♪ On the real It's ridiculous ♪
What's up, man?
Why you paging me, like, 20 times?
Yo, our shit all buttoned up, right?
What?
I mean, them blue caps can't be tracked back to you and me?
- Police? - Your moms.
She want me to find them niggas
who been moving that shit and move them.
We used the niggas from Queensbridge.
We sold outside the hood.
And then the bad shit we put out was only, like,
20 testers in ten minutes.
She finds out everything.
I don't think she kill her own son,
but I know for sure she kill me.
And your uncle Lou will only be too happy
to pull that fucking trigger.
Shit.
All right, Juliana,
call your cousin just like we planned.
♪ Everybody's talking All this stuff about me ♪
♪ Why don't they just Let me live? ♪
♪ Tell me why... ♪
Where's Lil' Rob?
All right, let me get at those.
♪ That's my prerogative ♪
Lil' Rob.
Who the fuck wants to know, nigga?
You know who the fuck I am... police.
Got a warrant for your arrest.
What the... For what?
For murder.
Mur... What the fuck y'all talking about, man?
Yo, I ain't do nothing!
Then you ain't got nothing to worry about.
Fucking kidding me, man.
This is some fucking bullshit, nigga.
Let me see that fucking warrant, huh?
Tell me who the fuck I murdered.
Blue caps, nigga.
You put them out, people died. Them bodies on you.
- Man, that wasn't me, man. - That's bullshit.
We got witnesses that saw you passing that shit out.
How many counts on that warrant for Lil' Rob here?
Six, no seven.
Yeah, I hope you like dick, nigga,
'cause you about to be swimming in it
for the rest of your life.
All right, wait, man. Fuck that, man. Wait!
It was this Southside nigga, Kanan, man.
Kanan Stark?
Yeah. Them blue caps, that's all him.
Nigga cooked them and put them out on the block.
Kanan 15 years old.
There's an age limit to slangin' now?
So you working for a kid in high school?
You know who this nigga moms is, man?
Trust me, this nigga know his way around Triple-B, man.
What, you're letting' me go?
What about that fucking warrant?
Get the fuck out of here.
Bitch-ass pig.
Fuck you, nigga.
So let's go pick up Kanan Stark.
Let me do some solo recon first, see what I find out.
You know, you doing all this solo recon
kind of undermines our so-called partnership.
You spook the natives, Burke.
Make it good, baby. Make it good.
Ha ha!
Hey, there we go! That ain't good.
That ain't good, but, you know, we close, we close, we close.
You ain't gonna take nothing. You ain't gonna take...
Another busy day at the office, huh?
Yeah, you know how we do.
Need to holler at Crown... alone.
- Yo. Yo. - Yo?
Boss wants us out.
He ain't the boss.
I am what I say I am, nigga.
Everybody out.
Catch you later.
Ooh.
Yeah, when she out of high school.
- Yo. - It's a joke.
What's up?
This is Andre Barnes, my attorney.
He gonna explain the new arrangement
between me and you.
What new arrangement?
My client is gonna do a debt-to-equity swap,
converting his significant loans to you
into a partnership stake in the company.
He's willing to offer you a 50/50 split,
which I'm sure you'll agree is a very generous valuation.
What the hell is he talking about, Lou?
You're gonna give me half of Bulletproof, Crown.
Why the fuck would I do that?
Because the money I fronted you
just went from a loan to an investment, my nigga.
We partners now.
Please, sit down. Thank you.
Yo, we got two singles dropping next quarter.
That's where you getting your money, plus interest.
Crown about to make you whole, nigga.
Just relax.
I ain't no bank, Crown.
When shit come due, it's due.
And your shit's past due.
Way I see it, we already been partners.
The paperwork just makes it official.
Paperwork need to be negotiated, talked about,
figure something... Something else...
You need leverage to negotiate.
And you don't got shit, nigga.
Listen... one way or the other...
something of yours about to be on that paper...
partner.
Taxi!
♪ That I shared between us ♪
♪ When our love is cozy But I need so much more ♪
♪ It just intensifies My wants ♪
♪ To have a love that endures ♪
-♪ Oh ♪
♪ 'Cause every time I close my eyes ♪
♪ I think of you ♪
♪ No matter what The season is ♪
♪ I still love you ♪
♪ With all my heart ♪
♪ And I wanna be with you ♪
♪ Wherever you are ♪
Pull over.
This motherfucker.
- You gonna follow me. - I got shit to do.
You better follow me right now,
or I'm gonna arrest Kanan on six counts of murder.
And I got all the evidence I need, Raq.
Who told you all that?
Some Queensbridge nigga named Lil' Rob.
Now look, I'ma do my best to bury this shit,
but Kanan is out there getting into it,
and we both know how that story ends.
Trying to play daddy, Detective?
I'm not playing.
I need to get with the boy, Raq.
Meet him, know him, tell him who I am.
But he ain't gonna believe me if I just roll up
and drop this shit on him.
He'll think I'm crazy.
I need you to smooth the road for me.
You think I'd ever do that shit for you,
you really are crazy, nigga.
He's my son. I'm his father.
It's the right thing to do.
Right thing to do?
This from the undercover who pushed up on me
when I was 16 years old.
Ah, shit.
You said you were 17.
Yeah, well, I also said I graduated high school.
But it never seemed to bother you
that I was carrying around a fucking book
on geometry every day.
Well, shit, Def Con was a grown man, too.
You ain't had no problem when he was hitting them skins
when you were 16.
Def Con was left-handed.
He ain't fuck with no girls.
I was his cover.
Paid me to keep up appearances.
That's why he didn't say shit when Kanan was born.
It was better for him that everybody else thought the baby was his.
Shit.
Def Con was a fucking fairy?
And still ten times the nigga you'll ever be.
I need to talk to my son, Raq.
And you gonna make that happen, or I'm gonna put the word out
on the block that he's a cop's kid.
And you would do that to the boy
that you claim is your son?
The street will eat him alive on that shit.
You might as well put a bullet in his head your damn self.
Nah, Kanan'll be all right.
I'll make sure of that.
But the hood gonna call you a snitch for fucking a cop.
I ain't gonna have this conversation with you again.
From here on out, the only person I'm talking to is Kanan.
And that shit better happen with the quickness.
I'm done waiting.
And, oh, if you and one of your little punk-ass brothers
try to get smart on me,
I'm shooting first, asking questions last.
I need you to pick up that dry cleaning up in Harlem
I mentioned a while back.
Kanan Elijah Stark, get your ass down here!
Thought I raised you different.
Thought you were a different person, Kanan.
You know, I keep saying the same shit
over and over again to you,
but you don't hear me,
or maybe you hearing me, you just don't give a fuck.
Which is it, huh?
Which is it?
I'm trying to show you you should believe in me,
that I can do this.
You got people dead all over behind your shit.
Why the fuck would I ever believe in you?
I found a spot near the Van Wyck Expressway, Ma.
We was doing everything right. We was doing good...
And by "we," you talk about you and your uncle Marvin.
You want to know why he ain't running his own shit,
why he did that bid when you and Juke was babies?
He was using.
He turned into a damn junkie
and started selling dope out his crib,
which, in this shit, is a cardinal fucking sin.
When the police busted down his door,
this fool was so high,
he offered to sell them a fucking quarter.
And that's the motherfucker you done hitched your wagon to.
That's the nigga that you in business with.
I'm not a different person, Ma.
I'm exactly who I'm supposed to be, matter of fact.
You gonna get mad at somebody, you gonna blame them,
don't blame Uncle Marvin, and don't blame me neither.
Blame yourself, 'cause I'm exactly what you made me.
You want to talk about blame, boy?
You want to talk about blame?
All you've done so far is give me mess after mess to clean up.
This shit, Buck Twenty, D-Wiz,
bodies everywhere, all 'cause of your shit.
D-Wiz...
You don't know shit, Kanan. You just don't.
Yeah, I killed him.
I took out D-Wiz to save you.
Look at me.
Look at me!
They were coming... 'Nique, Buck Twenty's people.
They wanted payback, and they wasn't gonna settle
until somebody fell for what y'all boys did.
And I wasn't gonna let 'em kill you,
so it had to be your friend.
Somebody had to go.
I did what I had to do to protect you.
So you tell me, Kanan...
who's to blame for D-Wiz, me or you?
How you doing? All right.
My man, car's right out front.
- Thank you. - Thank you.
May I help you, sir?
Yeah, my boy's ride...
I left something in it. Can I get in?
Only take a minute.
Car's parked right out front.
Be right back.
Yo, we working the weekend, fellas.
Shit needs to get done.
Y'all take a break.
Come on, Dumb DMC, come on.
How long y'all been putting in this work today?
Yo, a few hours, you know.
In and I'm knocking it down.
What's the unit underneath looking like?
Yo, we close.
You know, just fine-tuning some shit.
You know, probably a few more days, it's gonna be ripe,
add a little stucco... Ah!
Yo!
Yo, man, y'all was shutting me out.
Had me knocking down walls, cleaning out toilets.
That's not me. That's not what I do.
Nah, what you do is fuck up everything you touch!
What you do is get Kanan caught up in some fucked-up stupidness
that's killing niggas up and down the block.
Yo, I'm a gangsta. I do gangsta shit.
No, you do dumb shit, nigga.
The boy had a hell of an idea.
Kanan's smart.
Figured out how to serve them crackers
without leaving the hood, and we're making that money...
Money that I was sliding
back into the family business, by the way.
This wasn't no freelance shit.
I can't trust you.
I can't count on you for shit, Marvin.
And now you got bodies on my son.
I can't fuck with you no more.
Bring whatever work you got left over to Lou-Lou's.
I don't ever want to talk to you or ever see you again.
- Look, Raq... I don't care.
Yo, I can... I can... I can do better.
Get the fuck out my sight.
All right.
Laverne.
Laverne, you... you have to leave.
You have to leave now. I'm...
We didn't know...
Honey, the police are on their way.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God. What are you doing here?
- Linda, calm down! Calm down! - No! No! No, no, no!
No, she's a murderer!
She killed our daughter! No! No! Stop! Let go!
Laverne, you need to leave.
Here! Here, take this! Take this!
- Take that back to your ghetto! Linda, stop!
We had to lie!
We had to lie about how she died to our closest friends
- and family... - Laverne, please.
- To her grandparents! - Linda, stop.
We couldn't tell them that Nicole died
from the drugs she got from you!
We couldn't have the people
who loved our daughter remember her that way!
Don't you see what happened? You did this!
- Don't move! - You did this!
- Let me see your hands! Please, Linda, stop.
Hands up!
Oh, my God...
Yo.
Hey, wait, wait, wait. What are you doing, man?
Where's Davina at?
Hey! Hey! I asked you a question.
Where Davina and Tonisha Harrison?
Do I need to call the police?
CPS came and took the children.
Their mother died.
Apparently she passed a month ago,
but they only identified her this week.
You know where they taking them?
Foster care, I'm sure.
Look, I know this is hard on you,
but it's better this way.
They couldn't be here on their own.
I'm sorry.
Look who in the industry now.
Yo, I'm in a gang of industries.
Damn near Jamaican now.
We need to sit down
and really figure out how we launching Famous.
Launching Famous? What are you, an astronaut now?
You know what I'm talking about, Lou.
I need help.
I mean, I can't do all this shit on my own.
You think Crown getting him on with Stretch and Bobbito?
Hell, no.
That was all me.
We need to think about mix tapes.
Maybe a mall tour.
White girls in Jersey love them some cute Puerto Rocks.
But we got to be smart, because I'm not trying to have
my little brother be no fucking one-hit wonder.
Don't you need one hit to be a one-hit wonder?
You own half this fucking label now, Lou.
You half responsible for my brother's career,
and all you got's jokes?
Didn't we just knock boots, just bust a fat nut?
You want to talk about some dumb mall tour.
It's never enough, is it?
When have I ever done enough or made enough
for you to just be satisfied enough to, I don't know,
maybe shut the fuck up
just for one minute, hmm?
See, that's the difference between me and your sorry ass!
I'm never satisfied.
Twenty-one Adam, go to nine.
Twenty-one Adam on nine.
We got a detective over at the 117,
says kick the girl.
Copy that.
What?
This ones got a rabbi in the 117,
says to kick her loose.
Pull over up here.
This is your stop.
Get out. Let's go.
Looks like you got some friends in high places.
Some detective out in Queens flagged you...
told us to let you go.
Guess you owe him one.
Fuck. Oh, fuck, yeah.
Oh!
Oh! Fuck!
- Yo, uh... - Whew.
Let me get that money now.
Oh, my God.
Wow.
I call and page you, like, a thousand times,
and you never respond.
And you show up here out of the blue, fuck me over my desk,
and as soon as you're done, you ask me for money?
Wow. Really, Marvin?
Even for you, that's fucked up.
I fronted you the shit.
You owe me money. That's how it work.
Yeah, what did you front me, Marvin?
Settling up my old business, Toni.
You old business.
What business exactly?
What-what business? Why do I owe you money?
Look, I ain't even fucking around with you no more.
You got the money or not?
Maybe. Maybe I have it,
but you're gonna have to tell me what it's for.
You know what? Fuck this.
Just when I couldn't feel any worse
about this fucking day, I had to run up into you.
Marvin.
Ain't no pussy worth this bullshit.
Come on, Marvin. Marvin!
Marvin!
Just tell me what I owe you the money for.
You a crazy bitch, you know that?
Tell me, and I will give it to you.
Yo, kiss my ass, Toni.
Marvin! Marvin!
Fucking Jesus Christ.
We got exactly dick out of your friend there.
Some of us got more dick than others.
He sells drugs, okay? I promise you.
Him and his entire family are dealers in Queens.
Yeah, he's so big-time, he's asking you for money.
I can't go to jail.
Please.
We got you on two counts of possession
with intent to distribute, Toni.
You gonna be one of those lucky folks
who bypasses jail and goes straight to prison.
That is, unless you get us someone bigger than you.
Soon.
Gabriel won't be missed.
Any thoughts on who might have done it?
Fuck Gabriel.
Look, I need you to open this pipeline, Joaquin.
I can't keep waiting
for whatever it is you're waiting for.
I already lost my spots in the city.
Now I'm losing corners.
That doesn't sound like someone whose business is growing.
Don't get it twisted.
I may be dropping a battle here and there,
but I got this war on lock.
You get me work,
it's about to be Desert Storm up in this motherfucker.
Hmm.
Does your Detective Howard know about your Desert Storm?
Hmm?
Yes... we've been following you.
You seemed really upset after your conversation with him
at the bridge in Queens.
You got that?
All right, niggas, listen up.
See this? This ain't just a hit.
This ain't just a drive-by.
This is a motherfucking message.
Make sure that shit is loud and clear.
Understood?
You show me a hustler who ain't got some cop working for him,
and I'll show you a nigga with a room at Rikers
already bought and paid for.
Well, what is it that you do exactly?
I'm changing the fucking game.
I put that bullet in Gabriel's head.
Juliana didn't tell you that, did she?
I dropped that motherfucker where he stood.
I did that for your cousin,
because I take care of those who take care of me.
So you think I'm blasting Gabriel in the morning
and snitching to five-O in the afternoon?
I need to know that this Detective Howard
is not a problem...
that your relationship with him is as you say it is.
Then I need to understand
what this changing the game...
you keep talking about truly means.
Right now it sounds like one of your brother's songs...
Mmm.
Not a business plan.
And once I do that, we're good?
Mm-hmm.
Then we're about to be good.
Just heard about Davina.
Queens keep on takin' it.
That's not how the song goes.
Fuck that song.
This what killed Nicole.
She took it out of my backpack...
smoked that shit...
and it killed her.
Juke, I...
Actually, I don't even know what to say.
It's not your fault, Kanan.
I don't even think I can blame myself.
It's this place, Kanan.
It's this place and this fucked-up life
we're living here.
Hell, no.
You know what time it is.
You on deck, Lou.
Batter up, nigga.
♪ Are we really sure? ♪
♪ Can a love that lasted ♪
♪ For so long still endure? ♪
I'm off tonight, Raq.
♪ Do I really care? ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
♪ Let's talk about the... ♪
♪ Why ♪
Light that bitch up!
What the fuck is that?
Yeah, motherfucker.
Shit!
We out!
Fuck.
Lou-Lou.
Lou-Lou!
Lou!
Lou, where the fuck you at?
Everything's got a price.
Oh, shit.
Sometime that shit is more than we can pay.
Lou! Come on, Lou, I got you.
More than we can bear.
But if you want to do this shit,
if you want a seat at this table,
you got to be willing to give up more than everything.
Cool, Lou-Lou?
You got to be willing to give up
not only the life you got... Come on, man.
But the life you ain't even lived yet.
Stay with me, man.
Come on, Lou, stay with me.
It's the cost of doing business.
And one way or the other, no matter who you are,
everybody got to pay it.
Somebody help.
Call an ambulance!
- Somebody help.
Somebody help me!