[upbeat hip-hop music plays]
♪ ♪
[Grown Kanan] Previously on Raising Kanan...
[Burke] What was he wearing?
[Sam] In case you ain't noticed,
I'm high as a motherfucking Georgia pine right now.
Turns out Kanan ain't the first
young boy you been messing with.
Like I said, I don't know what you're talking--
- [gun clicks] - I heard what you said,
but do you hear what I'm saying?
[Unique] He ain't dead.
And if he ain't dead, he still talking.
We found the person who was with Marco.
It's Dominic.
[Dominic gasps, groans]
[muffled shouting]
You and Howard have a complicated past.
You were his informant?
[Howard] Turns out she's been reviewing my records.
Don't nobody like someone
digging through they old shit, Cap.
I'm detective Malcolm Howard.
I need to talk to you about Detective Shannon Burke.
Yeah, come on in.
♪ ♪
[Zisa] When you playing our track?
My shit plays today.
Not once, not twice, not three, four times.
- Do you understand? - I understand.
- [slap] - [Jukebox whimpers]
[Kenya] Don't you see I'm tryna save you?
[Jukebox] I was fine without you.
I don't need you. I never needed you.
Nigga, that's a daddy test.
Who the other nigga, M.H.? Is M.H. Def Con?
Need a place to sleep tonight.
Traymont, I can offer you a better product
at a better price.
I'm a businessman,
and I only fuck with people I know.
[Raq] Well, you don't know me, but I know you.
And I know you don't wanna fuck with Cartier Fareed no more.
Trayvon's boy got caught with a gun.
Wants me and my lawyer to get him out.
[Sal] And reach out to that nigger queen of Queens
and tell her we need to talk.
Maybe you should have killed her
when you had the fucking shot.
Give me another chance.
You deserve the good stuff. You know that, right?
- Hey, Marvin! - [gunfire]
[Rileyy] ♪ I'm a hustler, baby I'm a hustler, baby ♪
[50 Cent] ♪ 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' ♪
[Rileyy and 50 Cent] ♪ And it's all right ♪
[50 Cent] ♪ 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 ♪
[Rileyy vocalizing]
[big band music plays]
♪ ♪
[all cheering]
Must be Thanksgiving,
'cause that's a fuckin' turkey, boys!
[Grown Kanan] Ain't no such thing
as a shooter who happy.
Sure, them hitter niggas might be living and laughing
and bowling strikes,
but inside, they broken,
fucked up in a way they can't be un-fucked up.
$320 you owe me, Carmine.
Double or nothing next week.
You've been saying that since we started this shit at $5.
I'm good for the money, cheating cocksucker.
[laughter]
Goodnight, guys. [chuckles]
[sighs]
[engine turns over]
[Grown Kanan] And that's 'cause they know.
They knew that all that shit they done
gonna turn back around on 'em.
You a hitter, you gonna get hit.
[softly] All right.
[Lou-Lou] Yo.
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
- You don't wanna-- - [suppressed gunshots]
[Jimmy groans]
♪ ♪
Yeah, I do.
[Grown Kanan] Might be a bullet or a bid
or a motherfucking bus, but one way or the other,
shooters going out just how they live:
hard as hell.
[soft piano music plays]
[pastor] And what do we say to God
when he takes from us someone who is so young,
so gifted, so good?
[singer] ♪ Gracious Lord... ♪
We don't say we understand...
because we don't.
And we don't say we believe in you
and your plan for us, God,
because losing Renée is not part of any plan we believe in.
We just ask
that you care for her, God,
love her as we loved her,
hold her as we held her,
but above all,
protect her...
in a way we couldn't.
[singer] ♪ I am tired... ♪
♪ ♪
[singer]
♪ Pick it up, pick it up ♪
♪ Yo, pick it up, drop down ♪
♪ Move it till you Can't feel the ground ♪
♪ And if you know What is good for you ♪
- You done? - What the fuck, man?
Ain't nothin' sacred no more?
Damn, can't a nigga just finish in peace?
Put that shit away, Sam.
Y'all violating my privacy.
This shit is harassment right here.
For real.
You're pissing in the public park.
What part is that private to you, huh?
- Any needles? - [Sam] Needles, man.
Let me see what my nigga Clarence Thomas
got to say about all that.
All that right there for real.
I'm sure Clarence pissed in the park
more than a few times.
I paid for all that.
Got a call you shoplifted from Habib's.
Fuck Habib. Habib is full of shit.
Seriously.
Yo, I paid for all that shit right there.
- Everything. - [Kenneally] Is that right?
[Mancuso] You pay for this too?
[Sam] Nah, nah, nah. Yo, check this out, man.
I'm holding them joints for a friend, man.
Yeah, I wanna meet your friend
who trusts you to hold his crack.
[Sam] Listen here, man.
How about I take all that shit
back to Habib, right?
And y'all just let-- let me hold them boulders.
Man, for real, for real.
No harm, no foul, man.
Yo, come on, man.
I'ma lose my friend if I lose them cracks, man.
[Kenneally] I'm sure you'll make a new friend, Sam.
You're a friendly guy.
[Sam] I'll give you a tip, man.
I'll give you a tip that get you that detec badge, man.
Get you up off this flat-foot shit.
Let me guess.
You know where we can find Jimmy Hoffa.
Nah, nah, nah, nah. I know who shot that cop.
That detec that got caught right in the park over here?
I know who put him down, man.
[Mancuso] Just get in the car, Sam.
[Sam] Five-O, man. I seen him, man.
I know what he look like, man. I can point him out to you.
I can show you who he--
[knocking on door]
[Horatio] It's Horatio. Open up.
I'm done fucking around with you, Famous.
I can't wait on you no more!
I need this rent.
I told you I'm figuring something out.
Well, you need to figure it out faster.
Like today!
I'm trying. We can't--
we can't put together a payment plan or- or something?
A payment plan?
Famous, you gotta pay to have a payment plan,
and you ain't been paying!
What if I can get you that studio time
that Crown was trying to get you for a minute?
You know, before he got caught?
Before that fake-ass Puerto Rock
got fished out the river?
[tense music plays]
If you could make that happen--
and I can't imagine you can--
there might be a deal we could make.
But I ain't gonna lie.
I find it real hard to believe
you gonna give me and my girl free studio time.
I mean, look at you, man.
Yo, you live like shit.
You got two days.
And then you out.
♪ ♪
You think Lou could do me a solid?
Come on, man. Why would he do that?
I'm fucked, K.
You are.
♪ ♪
There you go.
♪ ♪
[Famous sighs]
Congratulations. It's officially yours!
[birds chirping]
- Thank you. - It's a beautiful home.
That's my cousin.
He wanted to get a look at the house.
I hope you make a lot of happy memories here.
Yeah, me too.
If you need anything at all, just call me.
[dog barking]
[Frankie Valli's "Can't Take My Eyes Off You" playing]
♪ ♪
[Dario] What are we gonna do?
She has to know that her and her fucking homies
can't go toe-to-toe with us.
She set up shop in our backyard.
She made you come down on your taste.
She told you she wouldn't give up her brother for Marco.
Seems to me she been going toe-to-toe with us all along.
We can't make a move in Queens
without checking with our fuckin' friend
in the fish store out in fucking Howard Beach first.
And that cocksucker, he always wants something in return.
She fucking killed Jimmy. That can't go unanswered.
[chips clatter]
I known Jimmy since we were stealing bikes
outside St. Lucy's, Dario.
I held his daughter in my arms at her baptism,
for Christ sakes.
This nigger's gonna answer for what she did.
But there's politics involved.
Queens is a fucking hornet's nest.
And before we do anything else,
I want to know exactly what the fuck we're up against here.
We're not going through any doors
without knowing what's on the other side.
[chips clatter]
Get me Unique.
What do you got?
I'm telling you, man.
I know who pulled the trigger.
He was right outside here the other day.
One count of shoplifting, one count of possession,
one count of public indecency,
and a dozen counts of won't shut the fuck up.
[Sam] Listen here, man.
Why don't you just break me off one of them vials, man?
Show a nigga some love, man.
I'll make y'all niggas heroes, man.
Hey, Burke.
Sam here says he's got an ID on Howard's shooter.
Yeah, we already been down that road with you, Sam.
You fingered Lee Harvey Oswald.
- [Kenneally laughs] - Nah, nah, nah, nah.
Nah, Detec.
I was fucked up that night,
but I remember now.
Hey, look, why don't you just get me up off this bullshit?
[Kenneally] Everyone remembers something
when they're about to get locked up.
I'm telling you, man. It was young boy who did it.
And I'ma to tell you like this.
You don't want that little nigga in the street,
'cause he bought to go from being a pup
to a wolf real fucking quick.
That's my word.
You didn't have shit for us that night, Sam,
so what happened?
Something shake loose in your head?
See, man, I saw that little nigga out and about
and the shit all came back to me.
Was that before or after you sucked some smoke
out of that glass dick?
[Kenneally snickers]
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
You wanna know what I know, Detec.
I got the answers you need.
- Let's go, Sam. - Where we going, huh?
- Right here. - Where the fuck we going?
- [hinge creaks] - Get the fuck off of me, man.
[Sam mutters]
[R&B music plays]
♪ ♪
[Zisa vocalizing]
♪ ♪
Hey look, man, the first song
is getting a little airplay, right?
It's bubblin' a little bit.
I just think that we need
to shift gears for the next one.
The first one was-- it was for the clubs,
but this one needs to be for the bedroom.
Yeah.
[Zisa] ♪ Boy You know just what you do ♪
♪ Whenever I'm around you ♪
Yo, Lou.
Kanan ain't here, Fame.
I know. Back at my crib.
I just wanna know if I can holler at you
about something real quick.
- Hey, I'm working, man. - [Famous] I know.
[Zisa] ♪ And everybody else can see ♪
Look, I'm dealing with a situation
that's--that's mad urgent right now.
[Zisa] ♪ Make me feel this way ♪
Yo, Z. Take five, baby.
What up, kid?
I was hoping maybe we could talk in private.
I ain't got time for that.
Cartier is family anyway, right?
- Mm-hmm. - All right.
Speak your shit.
Crown was giving my landlord free studio time
for him and his girl to help me with my rent.
Now that Crown gone,
my landlord asked me if I could
get her back in here again.
But if I can't,
me and all my shit gonna end up back on the street again, Lou.
Yo, yo, yo, I hear you. I'll figure it out.
- We'll get you some shit. - Just...
the studio won't stay in business long
if we keep bartering recording time
for your rent, my brother.
Oh, no, no, I'm not talking about a barter.
I'm just talking about a little trade.
[Cartier chuckles]
A barter is a trade, young hustler.
Look here, are you familiar with the expression
"You give a man a fish, you feed him for a day.
"If you teach him how to fish,
you'll feed him for his lifetime"?
See, a lot of people like to think it's from the Bible,
but it's not.
It's actually a quote
from a great Chinese philosopher, Lao Tzu.
It's as true today as it was
thousands of years ago when he said it.
You see, if you give somebody something,
they just come back for more.
But you teach them how to get that shit themselves,
you've given them a skill set
that will last them for the rest of their days.
I was just talking about studio time for my landlord--
[Cartier] No, no, no, no, no!
What you about to do
is get yourself a rod.
Throw some bait on that hook,
cast that shit out in the water,
my young Latin brother.
[Famous] What?
You're about to be a fisherman.
Lou, what--
And you'll never go hungry again.
I'm about to be homeless!
[door closes softly]
I don't do charity, Lou.
And now that we in business together, neither do you.
[tense music plays]
Hey, yo, what--uh...
what happened to that shit
about you being a silent partner?
Yeah, well...
money talks, my nigga.
Let's get back to work.
♪ ♪
Z, you ready?
Been ready.
[R&B music plays]
[Zisa vocalizing]
♪ ♪
[Raq] Thanks for doing those, baby.
Didn't get a chance to do 'em before I left this morning.
No problem.
Your father told me about
what happened with you and Kenya.
I'm sorry.
I mean, she's the one who left me in the first place,
so why I ever thought it would be different?
Well, you want to be loved.
We all wanna be loved.
I mean, and people can change, Juke.
They can get better.
If they want to.
Seen Kanan at all?
Little bit.
He's still over at Fame's.
He talk to you about me?
[Raq laughs]
Juke don't betray nobody confidence.
[Raq chuckles] That's why we love you so much.
[soft dramatic music plays]
'Cause we trust you
with the shit that we can't tell nobody else.
♪ ♪
Not havin' Kanan here has been a lot.
♪ ♪
Feel like I'm reachin' out for somethin'
that I can't quite get to.
And it hurts.
Everything I've done, I've done for him.
I don't care what nobody gotta say about it...
'cause it's real easy to judge shit from the outside.
♪ ♪
To look in on somebody else life
and point out where they fucking up.
But when you in it? [scoffs]
When you gotta make life-or-death decisions
for your child?
♪ ♪
[sighs] You alone.
Ain't nowhere to turn.
Ain't nobody there to tell you what to do,
so you do what you think is right.
You gonna do whatever you gotta do
to protect your child, Juke.
Even if it means risking everything.
'Cause, you know, this shit ain't a short game.
We ain't playin' for tomorrow or next week or next month.
The calls you make for your baby today
gonna still be hittin' hard 20 years from now.
Short-term loss turn into a long-term gain.
♪ ♪
That's the hustle. That's the work.
♪ ♪
I'm sorry.
♪ ♪
Any of that make any sense?
It does.
♪ ♪
Sometimes it don't make no sense to me.
♪ ♪
Didn't know you was Muslim.
Trying to get back into it.
- As-Salaam-Alaikum. - Wa-Alaikum-Salaam.
[indistinct chatter]
Figured since you ain't want heads from the Southside
seein' you with me,
meetin' somewhere out the hood would be better.
No doubt.
So how's everything with your moms?
Can't really call it.
I'm stayin' at my friend's crib.
Mm.
I don't know what I can and can't say to you, Kanan.
This right here, it's all still new to me.
Uncharted waters.
I don't wanna overstep
but I don't wanna play you to the left, either.
If you got something to say to me, just say it.
'Cause I--[sighs]
I don't know what to ask.
I know you my father, man.
I been knowing, a'ight?
I ain't need no test to confirm nothing for me.
Just, the thing is, with knowing,
now I gotta make sense of all this other shit and--
damn, I'm sorry.
Should I not curse here?
- It's best if you don't. - [Kanan sighs]
Like I said, I'm trying to get back involved,
so I'm sure Allah is keeping a pretty close eye on me.
Make sure I'm on the righteous tip and all that.
[Kanan chuckles]
Look, all I'm saying is,
as much as this changes things between you and me,
it changes things between me and her
a whole lot more.
♪ ♪
Did she always know that you was my father?
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
[Howard] I don't know.
I'm not gonna speak for your moms.
That would be unfair to you and her.
Unfair to her?
Are you--you serious right now?
How you--how you talking about being unfair to her
when that night at the park...
- I don't-- - [Kanan] She was the one--
♪ ♪
I don't want to talk about that ever.
You and me, we ain't about what's already happened.
It's done.
There's nothing you can do about it.
We need to be focused on where we going.
Not where we been.
♪ ♪
A'ight?
♪ ♪
Yeah.
Let me drive you to the train.
♪ ♪
I know who did it
and they still put me in this fucking box
like I'm some fucking dog.
I know shit! I know shit you need to know!
[Burke] Hey--okay.
[Sam] Just get me the motherfuck outta here
- and I'll solve it!
- Take it easy. - I swear I will!
Take it easy, Sam. Take it easy.
- You gonna get me outta here? - Maybe.
I need to hear what you think you remember first.
- Then I'll see. - I seen him, Detec.
Seen who?
The little nigga was on the stairs
talking to the same fucking cop he wet up.
You're--you're talking about Howard?
The kid who shot Howard was with Howard?
That's what I'm saying, Co-dumbo.
Who is the kid, Sam?
[Sam] I don't know this motherfucker's name.
He running around with this other little motherfucker.
Some Latin nigga.
They call the nigga Famous or some shit.
Famous?
That's what they saying!
I don't know him!
He don't look like nobody to me!
Okay, you might actually have something here, Sam,
but I gotta go run it up the flagpole.
I'll circle back on you in a few, okay?
You told me you was gonna get me outta here.
Get me outta here! Fuck you, bitch!
Sounds like the natives are getting restless.
He's jonesing.
[Sam] I told her who shot that fucking cop
and she said she was gonna get me outta here!
Get me the fuck up outta here! Get me outta here!
♪ ♪
[knock on door]
[Baptiste] What is it, Burke?
I got a stack of DD-5s a mile high to go over.
If I had a witness who came in whose testimony
didn't match his original statement--
Use whatever matches the evidence.
And any other witness statements
you might have,
but warn the ADA he's not reliable.
What's this about?
It's a cold case. Long shot.
Just make sure you're not messin'
in someone else's rice bowl, Burke.
I don't even like rice, Captain.
- [phones ringing] - [indistinct chatter]
[dial tone drones]
[line trilling]
Let me talk to Salinas in Internal Affairs.
Don't know how you got this shit done
when Cartier couldn't, but I appreciate it.
It's called the power of will, Traymont.
When I want something done, shit gets done.
That's how I run my business, how I live my life.
And I take care of my own.
My pockets fat, everybody pockets fat.
Ain't no such thing as winnin' unless we all winnin'.
Look.
Cartier ain't the type to just let people walk away from him.
All that smooth talk and happy bullshit
is just a cover for one mean, angry nigga.
You and me reach an agreement, I'll handle Cartier.
Uh-uh, we ain't got no agreement
until Cartier is handled.
Mr. Drew is free to go.
- My man here a fucking genius. - [Barnes chuckles]
Thank you for your kind words,
but it's less about my genius
and more about the state's negligence.
There were four people in that vehicle,
and the weapon was tucked into the back seat.
They're gonna struggle to establish
the constructive possession of the firearm,
and they know it.
No more guns, Mr. Drew.
At least not here in the state of New York.
I heard what you said.
I'll be in touch.
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
I think...
that bitch's blood may run colder than Cartier's.
And that's truly saying some shit.
♪ ♪
[Sam groaning]
- [Kenneally whistles] - [Sam groaning]
Turns out today's your lucky day.
Got some hard cases coming through,
and we need cell space.
What the fuck does that mean?
[Kenneally] It means those rocks you were carrying
and Hershey bars you boosted
ain't worth the time or space you take up.
More important skels need a place to land.
[Kenneally snaps]
Sammy gets to run.
It was a Snickers, motherfucker.
I don't fuck with Hershey's.
Fucking harassment, invasion of a nigga privacy.
I shouldn't have been in this motherfucker
in the first place.
You're always fucking with a nigga.
Fuck that. Shit make me sick.
I gotta go.
[indistinct chatter]
Whoa. What the hell you doing? I need him to stay here.
Got bigger fish on the hook. Sam's been sprung.
Well, I'm questioning him on some other shit.
I need him to sit tight for a minute.
I'm doing what I was told to do, Burke.
You got a problem with it, take it up with the captain.
[sighs] Okay. Let me walk him out, at least.
Be my guest. Sam's smelling pretty ripe.
[Sam] Yo, you heard him.
You ain't keeping me in here, Detec.
- Fuck that. - I know, Sam.
I just wanna talk to you about what you saw.
[Sam] Fuck you need to talk to me for?
[Howard] What the fuck is Burke doing with Sam?
I think they're dating.
But if you ask me, he's way out of her league.
[both chuckle]
Overheard him telling Burke he knows who shot you.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
He was already brought in for that.
He didn't have shit.
Oh, but now he's saying he remembers someone,
because as we all know,
crackheads have some great fucking memories.
[tense music plays]
Burke's an idiot.
♪ ♪
[siren wailing]
Hey, I need to get you on the record
about that shooting.
And why the fuck would I do that?
I'm out. I don't need you no more.
You saw a cop get shot, Sam. That's a big fucking deal.
That's why I'ma hold on to it for the next time I need it.
Here.
There's more where that came from.
You do right by me, I'll do right by you.
Well, since you put it that way,
I might be convinced to speak my truth out loud for you.
Where can I find you later?
[Sam] Listen. I'm a basehead, a'ight?
There's three spots you could find me:
the dope spot, the smoke spot, or the mope spot.
I'll catch you on the flip.
♪ ♪
How was the funeral?
You know.
A lot of crying over shit that can't change.
You cry?
Shit, I don't know.
I had sunglasses on.
I've seen you cry before.
There's nothing wrong with crying.
I done a lot of bad shit, Juke.
And I always been thinking that I do good shit too.
That in the end, the good shit gonna balance out the bad...
that I'm playin' even in this motherfucker.
Shit not nearly even.
Not at all.
Yo, fucked up shit
happen to fucked up people.
And I'm fucked up.
[soft dramatic music plays]
So I'm sorry...
♪ ♪
For the shit I done,
for the shit I didn't do.
♪ ♪
And I'm--I'ma--
I'ma try to do good now.
♪ ♪
For you.
♪ ♪
For everyone.
♪ ♪
You can't do good for me
or nobody else
until you do good for you.
♪ ♪
Workin' on that, girl.
♪ ♪
Workin' on me.
♪ ♪
[R&B music plays]
♪ ♪
Oh...
♪ ♪
Goddamn, Raq.
What is it, baby?
You know what this is. You know who I am.
I am not a man who waits for what he wants.
Well, it's not about you waiting.
It's about when I'm ready.
I have a proposal for you.
I want to buy into your operation.
For a 50% stake in your organization.
That would guarantee your package.
I will help fund your expansion into other markets.
I will assist you into moving your profits
into legitimate businesses.
[singer] ♪ I don't know What you do to me ♪
You doing all this just 'cause you wanna fuck me?
[Cartier chuckles]
Nah, I don't pay for that, baby.
Never.
Well, I thought you said that it was too competitive up here,
that the margins were too thin.
Now I'm focusing on market share.
See, if you control enough of the pie...
[Raq] Mm-hmm.
You start fucking with the economics of scale.
Then we can drive the deal
with our friends in South America.
We might not be able to control revenue,
but we can control our own cost.
I'm trying to drive mine down.
♪ ♪
You're full of surprises, huh?
I know what I want.
♪ ♪
And I want what I know.
♪ ♪
[singer singing indistinctly]
[crows cawing]
What I offered her wasn't just reasonable.
It was generous.
Her brother for my son?
Not a fair trade at all.
Losing a child is like losing a fucking limb.
But I was willing to compromise
because I wouldn't even want her to feel this pain.
Hell, I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy.
Look, I gots no love for Marvin Thomas.
I mean, then nigga took shots at me and my son.
But with all due respect, Sal, Marco fucked up the job, man.
Kind of tough putting your kid's fuckup on Marvin.
He went around me, too, Marco.
That's not how business is done.
Well, he couldn't have went around you
if Marco wasn't down for the crime, man.
That's all I'm saying.
My son vouched for you.
He said you were a friend, and I've treated you as such,
but now you're gonna take up for this fuckin' moolie.
[crows cawing]
I need you to tell me about Raq's operation.
How many soldiers,
what kind of firepower they got, huh?
Where they're working out from.
I need to know what it looks like from top to bottom.
So you and Raq shit is just you and Raq shit.
Don't got nothin' to do with me, man.
It wasn't just me and Raq shit
when you asked me to squeeze her in Newark.
And it wasn't just me and Raq shit
when you had me hit her trucks.
That was business.
You got paid off all of that, man.
The fuck do I get for stepping in between your beef with her?
You get my gratitude, and that is fuckin' priceless.
Look, man.
I dime Raq out to you, that makes me a fucking snitch.
I ain't going out like that, man.
No one's ever gonna know.
I'll know.
[soft dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
You disappoint me, Unique.
And I don't handle disappointment well.
♪ ♪
They'll show you to your car.
♪ ♪
[Unique spits]
♪ ♪
[Famous] Thank you.
Appreciate you covering for me.
All right, man. You know I got you.
[Famous] I don't know what the fuck I'ma do, K.
I get kicked out this spot, I'm out on the street again.
I ain't going back to no fucking shelter.
Look, I got a couple hundred bucks I can get you.
Thank you. For real.
You always got a nigga back, but...
my problem's a little bigger than that right now.
- You know? - [Freddy] Pick up for Freddy.
That's right, motherfucker.
You don't want none of this.
[Kanan scoffs]
Yo, I'm broke as shit,
but somehow that nigga is always paid.
You grimy like Freddy, you can stay paid too.
Who the fuck want to live like that cruddy nigga?
No doubt.
[Meaghan Smith's "You've Got My Heart" playing]
[Meaghan] ♪ When we say hello ♪
♪ I see my sky In your blue eyes ♪
- Still good? - Still great.
So what do you think my next move is on Howard?
The next move is no move.
You need to leave this alone.
Digging up dirt on your partner
ain't gonna win you any fans in the precinct.
I don't need fans.
I think you do.
I think that's what this is about.
You're still trying to prove yourself.
Prove to everybody that you belong
and you didn't just get this job
because of your family.
But I did just get this job
because of my family.
And you're still a good cop.
Everyone knows it.
Everyone but you, that is.
♪ ♪
You're real police, baby.
Yeah, and real police know
when something doesn't feel right.
And all of this shit with Howard feels wrong.
I just don't want it to blow back up on me.
I don't want to get caught up in his bullshit.
Any chance we could stop talking about Howard,
focus on us instead?
[Meaghan] ♪ Of all your heartbeats ♪
Who's Howard?
[Meaghan] ♪ Wherever you go ♪
[Marvin] You know, just so you know,
I appreciate you putting that Italian motherfucker down
for me, Lou, especially 'cause I know
you really not tryna fuck with this kind of work no more.
I'll drop any nigga trying to take shots at my brother.
Word up.
So you here with us, Lou?
'Cause shit is about to get hairy as hell,
and we ain't looking for no part-time help.
We need motherfuckers who puttin' in
them full fucking days.
I'm here.
Any word on who took out Crown?
That nigga owed everybody money.
It could have been anyone.
Look, I got peoples coming in
from Newburgh, Syracuse, and Rochester
to back us up here.
Soon as we get our head count right,
we gonna move on Bosellis.
Hey, look, I'm down. I'm here.
I just gotta say them Italians is more deep than us.
Money, guns, bodies.
They got more of all that. We can't beat 'em.
But we don't need to beat 'em. We just need to make 'em bleed.
Okay, these Jersey motherfuckers,
they ain't no real mafia.
They just some damn benchwarmers
who answer to the big dogs here in New York.
They ain't got no heart.
Now, how you think it's gonna look
when New York find out Sal Boselli
getting bodied by some niggas from Queens?
That's a black eye for the whole gang.
Now, in the meantime, I'm gonna need an assist
on some old accounts that need settling.
I know you still getting your head right,
but it's time-sensitive.
Collectin'?
No, we gotta cash a nigga out.
That crackhead motherfucker Sam.
[suspenseful music plays]
♪ ♪
Security.
♪ ♪
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
Do you know what time it is?
Yeah. I need your mother gat.
[Corinne scoffs]
- Go home, Famous. - No.
I need that gun, Corrine.
For what?
It ain't so I can smash your moms like Kanan did.
Fuck you.
Come on.
I got niggas gunnin' for me, Corinne.
I need that shit for my protection.
♪ ♪
Why the fuck you even protecting
your mom shit anyway?
Fuck her.
♪ ♪
[Corinne sighs]
♪ ♪
Hold on.
♪ ♪
[Famous sighs]
♪ ♪
You get in any trouble with that,
I'm gonna say you stole it.
I'll get this back to you in a couple days, all right?
♪ ♪
I know now that you and Nicole were being manipulated
by that police officer,
that she was taking advantage of the both of you.
And I just want to make sure that
that doesn't that to anyone else ever again.
Who's he?
I'm Detective Edward Salinas
from the Internal Affairs Division at the NYPD,
but I wanna be clear
I'm not here in any official capacity
and this conversation is completely off the record.
Mr. Bingham just thought that you might be able
to flesh out what we already know about Detective Burke.
I don't know what you're talking about.
When you called me,
I thought you just wanted to talk about Nicole.
Uh, we do.
I-I just recently learned, though,
that--that this Detective Burke
has been having an inappropriate relationship
with you and Nicole
and that it might've involved
her giving Nicole the drugs that killed her.
- Who told you that? - [Salinas] Doesn't matter.
What matters is whether it's true or not.
I don't talk to the police.
And I sure as hell don't talk to the police
about the police, so...
Lloyd. No, he--he's not-- Laverne, Laverne!
[sighs] Damn it.
Okay. She--she's just scared.
She doesn't-- she doesn't trust the police.
Look, Mr. Bingham,
I don't know who gave you this information
about Detective Burke,
because you refuse to tell me, but I have to say--
I promised I wouldn't divulge my source.
Without that girl corroborating what this source told you,
we don't have shit.
Laverne will come around, okay? I know she will.
[Lee Dorsey's "Who's Gonna Help Brother Get Further?" playing]
♪ ♪
These niggas ain't got no fucking...
[mumbling indistinctly]
[Lee] ♪ We may seem happy ♪
♪ Like everything's All right ♪
♪ From the outside Looking in ♪
[car horn honks]
♪ Everything's uptight ♪
♪ ♪
♪ But deep down inside ♪
Yo, what, man? What up?
[Marvin] Yo, how you living, Sam?
I'm livin' large, nigga.
♪ ♪
Yo, um, I need you to help me on some shit.
Fuck kinda help you need from me, man?
[Marvin chuckles]
[Lee] ♪ Who's gonna help him Get further? ♪
♪ ♪
Paying in jumbos, brother. Get in.
This nigga made a nigga a offer he can't refuse, yo.
♪ ♪
You know I'ma smoke that shit first, right?
♪ ♪
Give me what you got, nigga!
[Freddy scoffs] You tripping.
Open that shit up. We going inside.
Why the fuck would I do that?
'Cause I'ma wet your ass up! That's why!
[Freddy laughing]
Oh, you ain't gonna do shit, Famous.
I know it's you, motherfucker.
Bitch-ass voice.
You done started something you don't even know how to finish.
Come on. Just open that shit up!
- Nah, nigga. - [tense music plays]
That shit ain't happening.
It don't gotta go like this.
Soon as you pulled that shit out,
it was gonna be like this.
♪ ♪
You done fucked it all up, Fame.
♪ ♪
[gunshot]
♪ ♪
[Freddy gasps]
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
And you sure it was him?
I dropped off the tape
and saw him when I was walking back up the block.
He walked right up to their door
and started talking to Nicole's dad.
Look, I could talk to him about it if you want.
[scoffs] Hell, nah.
That police shit is all you, son.
I ain't got nothin' to do with that.
Shit ain't for me neither, Juke.
Ain't like I wanted it.
Ay, you ever thought about what went down back in the day?
I mean, your moms had to have been mad young
when he stepped to her.
[Kanan] 16.
My mother was 16.
That means he had to have been
in his 20s or some shit.
Kind of like you and your girl's moms.
Ay, yo, it's nothing like that shit.
Really?
'Cause the last time I checked,
she was a grown-ass woman, and you still in high school.
Well, it's different when the woman
is the one older in the shit, Juke.
Okay, nigga, you keep telling yourself that.
It's the same fucking thing.
Ay, you ever thought about goin' back home at all?
[Kanan scoffs]
To her?
After this shit?
The fuck I'm gonna say to her, Juke?
"Hey, Ma, remember you sent me to do that shit in the park?
Forgot to tell me that nigga was my father?"
At least you have a dad now.
How that havin' a dad shit been workin' out for you?
Actually...
Marvin been tryin' to get right.
She ain't gonna be able to make this shit right...
ever.
[siren wailing]
Hey, you seen Sam around?
I ain't seen nothin'.
He told me I could find him here.
Then find him, bitch.
Listen to me, man.
You need to get on this bus,
get the fuck outta here,
and never come back.
The Southside ain't safe for you no more.
Southside ain't never been safe for me.
What's the difference?
Difference now is I'm comin' for you, nigga.
If I see you again, I gotta put you down.
But why, Marv? What I do?
I don't know, Sam. It--it don't matter.
Point is, I'm tryin' to be better, nigga,
do good,
and lettin' you go like this felt like the right shit to do.
Don't do nothin' to make me change my mind.
[soft dramatic music plays]
Sam.
♪ ♪
I know givin' cash to a dope fiend like you
a bad idea.
I'm prayin' you understand what I'm sayin' to you.
Use this money.
Set yourself up somewhere else.
Fix yourself, Sam.
It ain't never too late.
I'm gonna get on that straight and narrow, Marv.
For real. You'll see.
I believe in you, brother.
You just need to believe in yourself.
♪ ♪
[beeping]
[Sam] Ay, yo.
Ay, yo, let me off this motherfuckin' bus, nigga.
[suspenseful music plays]
♪ ♪
[Grown Kanan] It's a short stop at the top.
Don't matter if you a CEO, a baller,
a rapper, or you sling.
You ain't gonna be the best for long.
♪ ♪
But you tell yourself you always gonna be there,
that ain't nobody better than you.
[elevator dings]
But it ain't even about better.
It's about that nigga who younger, faster, tougher.
Coming up.
[Grown Kanan] That nigga who ain't got shit to lose
like you do.
[ominous music plays]
See, the thing about the crown, man...
♪ ♪
...is once you wearin' it, you ain't as hungry no more.
[elevator dings]
You start feelin' comfortable, safe, satisfied.
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
[laughs]
You two don't even trust each other.
We family.
Bitch, fuck you,
and fuck your family.
[grunts]
[Grown Kanan] How's that shit go?
You done fallen, and you can't get up, nigga.
And when you fall from that top spot,
you down.
You down for good.
♪ ♪
[elevator dings]
[soft music plays]
♪ ♪
[mellow music plays]
♪ ♪