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Previously on Raising Kanan...

Marvin and Lou told me
what you asked them to do.

You gonna do what they won't?

Whoever put
Howard down is still out there.

Somebody's got to pay Garcia.

Two months now
since anyone seen your homey?

Don't matter how many
times you roll up on me.

I don't know where Fame is.

When you find out who put Fame down,

best believe I want in on that.

Kanan gonna want some
payback for his friend.

He ain't the only one.

Which one of you bitch-ass
motherfuckers put down Fame?

Niggas saying Fame knew
about some cops being dirty,

and they got scared of him
talkin', so they put him down.

If this police thing is real,
that call on Fame,

came from the street.

You don't like my rhymes?

I'm talking about doing impressionism.

You doing still life.

Nigga, make your mind up,
'cause I've got

people to take care of.

My father kept piles
of cash in our house,

which I've continued to this day.

Got this caper you
might want to fuck with.

We've got to do it soon.

Lowell gonna know it's me

before I even come through the door.

I got to wait in the van.

The couple who were
renting my old house from me

were robbed and killed last night.

Where the fuck is O-Cee at?

- He ain't been around.
- Yeah, no shit.

This nigga straight disappeared.

You are vouching for your friend here.

Any mistakes, I'll be
looking at you, Marvin.

This white motherfucker out
on Howard Beach into me for 10

large talking to me about how
he allowed to carry that debt.

Do what the fuck you need to do.

A friend of ours just got fished out

of the East River this morning.

Boss of bosses from out
here in Howard Beach.

David is a fucking disaster, Marvin.

You put the crazy motherfucker in
charge, you gone keep him in line.

I need a ETA, Hafiz.

A month.

I don't have a fuckin' month.

Unique's got some piece of shit named

Phil Russo backing him up.

Let everybody know that these corners

is this nigga 'Nique's now.

Unique may have been
limited in his vision,

but I respected him.

I'll let Stefano know that I'll no
longer be supplying your operation.

The restaurant's not going nowhere.

I don't know where the fuck
you get your confidence from.

Unique is taking all your business,

and my people are telling me that he

is working with Quân now.

Ha-ha. That's right.

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Please.

Gimme the fuckin' numbers!

I'm not fuckin' around with you, man!

I'll put down all your fucking people.

No, please.

I ain't playin', nigga!

You get to a
point where all that strategy

and smart shit
go out the fuckin' window.

And once you get there,
that shit ain't cute, nigga.

You gonna get really messy
before you get clean again.

You gonna gimme me
these numbers for this shit,

or you gonna die, man.
It's simple like that.

Clearly, you don't know me,
or who backs my operation here.

Are you really thinkin' about the people

behind your ass when there's
a gat in front your face?

You next, nigga.

I give you the combination,
you let me live.

More like, if you don't gimme that shit,

you most definitely gonna die.

0,

10,

28.

That's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout.

There it is.

Oh!

Whoa!

If I gave you diamonds and pearls.

You got what you want.

Now let me go.

Unfortunately, that shit
ain't gonna nearly be enough.

You're Raq's brother.

I'm way more than that,
Hong Kong Phooey.

I'm the motherfucker putting you down.

Thank you.

You deserve it, baby.

Lou just put in that good work.

What can I say?

I love my job.

This a full-time or part-time
gig for you, though, Lou?

I mean, how many jobs
do you have right now?

Because I know you moonlight sometimes.

You funny, Imani.

I am.

And I'm also waiting for an answer.

This full-time for me.

I like you.

But don't ever forget that
I can find other "work" too.

Recognize.

No doubt.

And you know a big part of this job

is talking to each other, right?

Sharing things.

Feelings and all that.

I'm aware.

I mean, you just lost your mother.

That's heavy.

And if you want to talk
about it, I'm here.

I do wanna speak on that with you.

For real.

I-I just don't know exactly
what I want to say yet.

And I don't know if I
even know how I feel.

There's no rush, baby.

I'm not going anywhere.

Yeah, me neither.

Brother B-Rilla.

What's the word, Kenyatta?

The word is "Ubuntu," which is Zulu for,

"I am because you are."

Meanin' if you fuck with us,
we gonna fuck wit you worse.

I ain't fuckin' with nobody.

That's exactly what I told Julius here.

I told him our strong Black
brother, B-Rilla, would never

sell us out to these wolves, huh?

We hittin' this motherfucker again.

Only thing this time, we
gonna get at the right house.

Nah. Ain't the time for that.

Police on high alert and shit.

And Lowell so shook about
what happened to his old spot,

he moved all his money out the crib.

See, I told you that he ain't
nothin' but a bitch-ass nigga.

And now he lyin' 'cause he
too scared to get this money.

I'm gonna have to
agree with Brother Julius.

We goin' back to the Big House
to grab what "massa" owes.

And you gonna help us do that.

Willingly.

Or unwillingly.

It gotta be O-Cee.

He the only one who knew I
was breakin' off that loot.

Must have followed me over to
the spot when I wasn't lookin'.

That feel like a big
move for him, though.

I figured he had other
motherfuckers in on it.

By the way, that nigga gone.

Nobody seen O-Cee in days.

You talk to his mama?

I'm gonna.

Lemme go talk to her.

For real?

We doin' this?
You and me fuckin' with this work?

Slow down, doc.

It's not like I'm signin' on the

dotted for the rest of my fuckin' life.

It might be better if it's a
girl pressin' up on his moms

instead of some angry-ass boy.

When you hit me you said you
might know who put down Fame.

I got a idea, yeah.

I ain't 100%, but...

Speak, nigga.

Raq.

Hell nah. No.

R-Raq would never.

You-you're just hatin' because
you mad that she did all th...

I knew you was gonna say I'm
wrong, but just hear me out.

I'll listen, but there's no fuckin' way.

Raq loved Fame.

She loved D-Wiz too.

Look what she did to D.

I seen the nigga do
that one inch punch myself.

Sent that fool into the fuckin' wall.

Nigga, all you seen was
your one inch dick

in your hand, right?

Yo, fuck you, Akbar.

When you think 'Nique gettin' back?

Now why you keep asking me that?

I ain't that nigga's keeper.

It's just that I've been here for hours.

And that shit ain't my problem,

unless you're trying to make it
my problem!

Is that what you doin'?

Makin' your problem my problem?

I'm not.

That's what I thought.

'Nique get here when he get here,

and you gonna shut the
fuck up until then.

Who need a fucking one inch punch,

when I got a 9 millimeter Gat?

Kwelz and all them saying they
heard it was police that dropped Fame.

My mom has been paying
Five-O off for a while now.

Stand to reason she might've
put them to work on Fame.

But why she gonna do that though?

Maybe she thought Fame was
talkin' behind that case he caught.

Nah. Raq wouldn't do that.

Ain't shit Raq wouldn't do.

And nobody know that
better than her fuckin' son.

Snaps and Pop got some
connects down at the police.

I'm gonna talk to them...
see what they know.

But don't tell me it ain't
shit Raq wouldn't do, Juke.

She do whatever the fuck she want to do,

to whoever she want to do it to.

Yes, yes, y'all. What up?

- What up, man?
- What up?

We makin' this money?

- Yo, 'Nique.
- Takin' these blocks.

Yeah, man. Gettin' this work.

What's up? What's up
with y'all niggas, man?

I gotta talk to you. Kanan knows, man.

What the fuck this
goofy-ass motherfucker want?

What, nigga? What?

Kanan knows that I
helped you take that cash.

I gotta get out of New York.

How Kanan know O-Cee?

He just does.

I-I know he does.

Don't you think you bein'
here right now dumb as hell?

If anybody seen you walkin'
in here and they tell Kanan,

he gonna know for sure you taxed him.

I ain't got nowhere else to go.

I haven't been home in
days because I'm scared

that that nigga is gonna
come through lookin' for me.

You sure?

Russo heard the same shit.

Listen, I just need some money, man.

I got a friend down in
Florida I can get to.

It's fuckin' Raq, man!

Bitch couldn't go head-up in this shit,

so now she comin' for the connect.

We don't know that for sure.

They sayin' it was a robbery.

Wasn't no fuckin' robbery, man.

Raq dropped Quân so she could
fuck with my business, man!

This bitch gonna pay, man!

And I don't give a fuck what
these dago motherfuckers

talk about, man! This bitch gonna pay.

I gotta go, 'Nique.

You want to go, O-Cee? Huh?

You want to go?

Go on then!

Keep goin'!

Now you fuckin' gone!

The fuck is y'all lookin' at?

Clean this shit up, man.

♪ Murder, murder, murder, kill ♪

♪ Shot him in the chest ♪

♪ The bullets went through his soul ♪

♪ I said ain't nothing scarier
than when I'm in your... ♪

And... hold on, hold on.

One more time. One more time.

♪ Really on the block ♪

♪ Murder, murder, murder,
murder, murder, kill ♪

♪ Shot him in the chest ♪

♪ The bullets went through his soul ♪

♪ Ain't nothin' scarier
than when I'm in your area ♪

♪ I take a break, then I pop, pop ♪

Hey, one more time. One more time.
Do it again.

Hey, what's wrong with him?

I don't know, maybe he
didn't get enough sleep.

I ain't slept in five years.

Even I can stay on beat.

♪ Shot him in the chest ♪

♪ The bullets went through his soul ♪

♪ Ain't nothing scary than
when I'm in your area ♪

B-Rilla.

Come in here for a minute.

You all over the place in there.

Nah, I'm just figurin' this shit out.

That all?

I got it, though.

You a mess, nigga.

Allen thinks you need more sleep.

Nah, it ain't about no sleep.

Can I talk to you alone on some shit?

Take a break.

I fucked up, Lou.

You remember how Lowell
old crib got hit and those, uh,

those people got shot up?

No.

Nah.

Fuck no.

- You not that stupid.
- Nah, nah, it wasn't me.

I was kind of involved, but I backed out

'cause I said this shit wasn't right.

Ain't no such thing as "kinda involved."

I-I told them Lowell had
money in his crib

and we might be able to go get it,

but once I seen those people
in the house,

I said I wasn't fuckin' with it.

Who was you fuckin' wit?

Kenyatta and them.

The bookseller?

Yeah.

And the thing is, now he wanna
circle back on Lowell crib

and get the job done right this time.

Y'all already fucked that up.

I said the same shit,
but he not listenin', Lou.

And now he tryin' to body
me into doin' this shit.

W...

You a fuckin' idiot, Rilla.

Fuck.

It is in transit as we speak.

Well, how long 'til it get to New York?

Within the week.

It's on.

Let's do this.

My people worked very hard
and took many risks

to get this product here so quickly.

And it's gonna be worth it.

For everybody.

If she gonna take out Quân,
then we gonna start takin' out these

moo shu motherfuckers
in these restaurants.

Jersey sayin' we need to sit tight.

Man, fuck Jersey, man!

They ain't out here
with us on these blocks!

Lemme talk to 'em.

Tell 'em what the score is
out here on these streets!

Why don't you tell me
what the score is, Unique?

Shit, you tell me, Five-O.

You the ones keepin' the score, right?

So the rumors are true.

You're not dead after all.

I need to talk to you
about your brother.

I don't know nothin'.

Oh, then I'll talk, and you'll listen.

Cleaned up back there?

Yeah. We're good.

Let's talk in the back, man.

We up. 'Nique down.

Tide turnin', Marvin.

He gonna know it was us that hit Quân.

As long as he can't put that
shit on us for sure, we good.

There ain't no smokin' gun,
can't be no gunfight.

Now I'ma go hit up David Kan one
more fuckin' time and make sure

he ready for this new work.

You go make sure the
restaurant's on point.

Changin' the game all
over again, Marvin.

Don't suppose you're gonna tell me

where you disappeared to.

Went on vacation.

Well, looks like you should have
used a little extra sunblock.

Cut myself shaving.

Your brother Ronnie, was found dead

next to a murdered NYPD detective,

who was under investigation at the time.

I'm trying to understand the nature
of the relationship between them.

Shit, man.

Ronnie had his own life.

His own circle.

Wouldn't know shit about
what he was into

or who he was fuckin' with.

You think I'm a fuckin' clown, Unique?

Is that one of those, uh,
rhetorical questions, Detective?

Because if it's not,
I mean, I'd be more than

happy to answer that for you.

Oh, you always got answers, don't you?

You're the prime suspect in
the murders of your brother

and Detective Malcolm Howard.

My guess is the three of you
were in business together,

and then there was a double-cross,

and they turned on you...

sent you on "vacation."

And then you came back and killed them.

Mm.

I'm still putting the puzzle together,

but I have no doubt,

that when all is said and done,

I'm going to be charging
you with a capital crime.

Back to your original question...

Yeah, man.

You a fuckin' clown.

No doubt.

You shoulda stayed on
that vacation, Unique.

You ain't never lied, Five-O.
You ain't never lied.

You got a dog, Kanan?

Closest we ever get
to unconditional love

here on God's green Earth.

They don't call 'em man's
best friend for nothin'.

So, any idea who put down Quân?

What? Somebody took out Quân?

Shit. I didn't even know.

Sayin' it was a robbery,

but with all these dramatics
out in Southside Jamaica,

there's talk that Raq was involved.

Like I said, it's the first I heard.

Yeah.

My wife and I are fond of you, Kanan.

You're intelligent, ambitious,
and forward-thinking.

Bright future ahead of you.

The only thing that'll slow your ascent

to the top of the proverbial food chain

is the company you keep.

You only as good as
the heads around you.

You surrounded by suckers,

and you the biggest
sucker out of all of 'em.

I was hopin' you could reach
out to your NYPD connects...

see if they know
anything about my friend,

Famous, being took out.

Who told you we got a line to the NYPD?

I saw y'all talkin'
to the police before.

Figured you was fuckin'
with them on some business.

Word is the police is the ones that
grabbed up Fame and killed him.

If that shit is right,

ain't no way they did that
without a call from the streets.

I just wanna know who made that call.

Who you think made it?

I don't know.

That's why I'm askin' y'all to see
what these police is talkin' about.

We'll reach out to our peoples.

I appreciate that.

In the meantime, let us
know what you hear about Quân.

'Cause this shit could get
stupid for all of us.

Will do.

I'll hit up Pickett and Wiley.

Careless ass motherfuckers.

Business lookin' a'ight.

When Knicks is good, books is good.

It's been a minute
since you come through.

Yo, um, remember that
guy that wasn't payin' you?

The one that said he was all
mobbed up out in Howard Beach?

What happened to him?

You told me to handle that,

so me and Londell did that shit.

Your cousin Londell.

You handled it?

That we did.

So he all paid up
and comin' correct now?

His money ain't really good no more,
if you know what I'm sayin'.

Nah, nigga.

Please tell me you didn't
do what I think you done.

You told me to handle it.

Those were your exact words.

Yo, "Handle that shit, Early."

You said that.

I know what the fuck I said.

The fool you put down is connected

to some heavy fuckin' hitters.

Big dogs.

If they was to find...

Yo, you gave me the green light, Marvin.

Shit's on you just as
much as it's on me.

Londell got a big mouth, man.

The nigga did five years because

he just had to tell everybody
he hit that check cashin' spot.

And he learned his lesson.
Londell ain't even like that no more.

If Londell talk...

He won't.

Fuck.

Call was yours, nigga.

Who you?

I'm lookin' for O-Cee.

I know where he at.

I'ma need you to come inside
'cause I got some shit on the stove.

So why you lookin'
for my little brother?

We friends.

I ain't seen him in a minute,
so I got worried.

So are you and my little brother on some

boyfriend-girlfriend-type shit, or...

'Cause I know O-Cee ain't
pullin' no dime like you.

Like I said, we just friends.

Can I be your friend?

I'm good.

Bet you ain't never have
no friend like me, bitch.

Fuck!

I told you I wasn't friendly, nigga.

But you don't wanna hear me, though.

Where the fuck is O-Cee?

I ain't seen him in over a week.

Coulda saved yourself a lump
on the fuckin' head

if you said that shit at the door.

I told all my friends that
he's too handsome for me,

but they all tell me
I'm no slouch myself.

But I don't believe them
because why would I?

My problem is I have a
primal wound from my mother

that just won't ever heal,

so I never think
I'm good enough for anybody.

It's just a hole in my heart
that I just can't fill,

but I just keep putting
everything into it.

But it's bottomless.

The more I put in, the deeper it goes.

Don't I deserve to be happy?

Don't I deserve to be loved?

I just don't believe I'm lovable.

So I just create this vicious circle

that just goes round,
and round, and round.

Maybe I'm just a drama queen,
and this is all in my head.

But did you ever feel that way?

We about to be back
up in a big way, David.

I need to know that you
can handle this work.

Of course! I love work!

I noticed the crew
around here seem lighter.

Not as many heads around.

Okay, we lost some employees
because of payroll issues,

but they're all replaceable.

It does not take a degree
from Harvard to drive a truck.

You can't fuck this up, David.
I need you.

And I love being needed!

I can't wait for all your
new drugs to come here!

There's talk out here
that the police were in the mix

on the Puerto Rican kid who
was snatched and put down.

We had you handle the
little nigga because we were

concerned that some of the shit
he was sayin' could track back to us.

But now we gotta worry about
your fuckin' sloppiness

when you put his ass down
gonna track back to us.

It's just people speculating.

Nobody knows anything.

An associate of ours, who was
a close friend of the boricua

in question, is asking
around about who would

have given you the order.

You're talking about the Stark kid.

We can find out what he knows.

Or what he thinks he knows.

Y'all are fuckin' up out here.

And when you fuck up, you fuck us up.

And you don't want to do that.

Ever.

I'm not goin' head-to-head with New York

over some gook you think your
old girlfriend might've killed.

Without Quân, we ain't
got no product, man.

Find another connect then.

So we just gonna let
her fuck up our business

and we ain't gonna do shit about it.

If it was her...

and despite your fuckin' assurances,
we don't know that it was...

she's fuckin' up your
business, not mine.

Because I expect my regular payments.
Rain or fuckin' shine.

We lookin' like straight bitches
out here, man.

Again, speak for yourself.

And get me my fuckin' money.

Jambo, my brother.

Kenyatta, right?

As descended from the ancestors,

forbearers, and founders.

I'm Lou Thomas.

I work with B-Rilla.

Yes. Lou Thomas.

Heard tell of you so
many times over the years

but I never had the pleasure of putting

that majestic, melanated, mocha
face of yours to the name.

I need you to leave Rilla alone.

He steered y'all wrong.

Ain't no money in that white man house.

I'll confess I don't know what it is

that you're talking about, Brother Lou.

But I don't appreciate the inference.

Don't give a fuck.

You should.

Especially when everybody knows

you don't have no muscle
behind you no more.

Go sing a song, nigga.

'Cause nobody listenin' to
your bitch ass up in here.

Your blood's been so polluted

and diluted by these crackers,

that you don't even know
who you are anymore.

They castrated you, Brother Lou.

Robbed you of your very manhood.

How tragic.

The band's playin', nigga.

Time to go.

Gonna have to reunite
Brothers Lou and Rilla

with the ancestors real soon.

David all focused
on whether his crazy ass

is "lovable" or some shit.

But I think he was listenin' enough
to hear that we about to move fast.

I need you to press up
on your boy, Stefano,

and let him know we back.

And since you and him all
fast fuckin' friends and shit,

you can lay it up in a way
that'll feel good to him.

Only one thing,

me and Stefano could be

about to go through some shit.

Nah, Marvin.

Don't say that to me. Not now.

Not when we just about to win.

I got Early Tyler
takin' book for Stefano,

and Early had to
get rough with some nigga

because he didn't
want to pay what he owed.

Didn't know at the time,

this fool real tight
with Stefano and his people.

Okay, well, how bad did
Early fuck him up?

Marvin!

S-Stefano don't know
it was Early, though!

And Early ain't tellin' nobody!

But look, thing is, his cousin, Londell,

did the work with him.

Londell who got himself a
bid off his fuckin' mouth?

I'ma handle him.

You gone handle both of 'em.

Early ain't the type to talk.
He keeps shit close.

Nah, he breakin' you off
a piece of that business,

and you don't wanna lose it.

You don't need to sweat this shit.
I got it.

"I got it."

You know, that shit should be engraved

on your fuckin' tombstone, Marvin.

Didn't learn no kinda
lesson the first time

you fucked around with these guineas.

You had to fuck it up all over again.

I'ma fix it, Raq.

Right, because you just so
good at fixin' shit, Marvin.

Hm!

Well, we see more of you
after you've been dead

than when you were alive.

Bein' dead remind a nigga
how much got left unsaid.

Yo, Raq slippin' while I'm
gainin' mad traction out here.

She about to be a fuckin' footnote.

Uh-huh.

So what y'all think about
throwin' in with me?

That's big talk for someone
who just lost they connect.

Quân just a cog in a fuckin' machine.

Y'all know how this shit work.

Somebody drop, there's ten
niggas there to replace him.

So what? We just two of them ten niggas?

Nah, nah, nah. Not at all.

That's why I'm talkin' to you,
because y'all are irreplaceable-

here to stay, like me.

Why we want to put ourselves in
the middle of all that dago drama?

The way I see it,
y'all cool with Stefano, right?

Right.

I'm workin' with Phil Russo
out in Newark.

We get together,
we could broker that peace.

And I'm guessin',

only taste y'all catchin'
right now is off Kanan's work...

and ain't gettin' shit from Raq.

But you fuck with me,

I guarantee you the whole ball of wax.

Let us talk amongst ourselves,
and we'll get back to you.

Look, if we gonna do this shit,
we need to move quick.

He said we'll get back to you, nigga.

Now, head home to your coffin
or your crypt or wherever

an undead motherfucker
like you rest their head.

Okay?

Let the adults talk.

I look forward to hearing from you two.

The plot thickens.

Couldn't tell your grandmother nothin'
when she was wearin' this dress.

Just had to stay the hell out the way.

This what she wore to your
grandfather's funeral.

Shit still feel like it was yesterday.

If this is makin' you too sad,
I can do it myself.

Nah.

I need to.

She would want me to do it.

I think.

Shit, I don't know.

They figure out how she died exactly?

She was sick.

Tired.

Had enough.

So she let go.

What you hearin' about Famous?

Nobody knows nothin'.

What Kanan talkin' about?

Same.

He don't know shit.

I need you to look out for him, Juke.

'Cause he gonna do somethin'
real, real stupid

if he think he know who put down Fame.

I got him.

And no idea at all who took out Quân?

No, sir.

I heard it was a robbery.

Probably some other Viet Cong.

Ah, you know, Jersey wants
to blow this whole thing up, Marvin.

They just need your
sister to light the fuse.

She's lettin' her feelings
for Unique cloud her judgment.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Ain't nobody scorin' on my sister, man.

And ain't nobody goin' to.

This product about to land here,

so we gonna be back
in business real soon.

Wanna make sure your people ready.

You... you just tell me when and where.

My guys at the port'll handle it.

This just the start, though.

Now we got that pipeline,

we gonna grow this shit out
way bigger and better

than just Southside Jamaica.

How about we get things
in order in our own backyard

before we start looking
for greener pastures?

Between the second coming of Unique

and these cocksuckers in Jersey,

we got more than enough
unfinished business

right here at home.

And with the new work
comin' in like it is,

all that about to be settled.

Marvin, we've got to
keep our eye on the ball.

And right now, that ball
is bouncing in Queens.

We gonna knock that shit
right out the park, Stefano.

You.

Thanks very much.

By the way,

I don't suppose you've heard
anything about my friend

who got fished out of the East River.

It feels like a family issue.

But, uh, you know, you always
have your ear to the street.

I was... I was wondering.
Maybe you heard something.

Nah, man.

That's, uh, that's white people work.

Ain't heard nothin' about it at all.

When I find out who's behind that,

somebody's gonna be wearin'
concrete slippers.

I hope them shits don't
never come in my size.

It's one size fits all, Marvin.

What the fuck is that?

You find him?

Nobody's seen him.

Wherever he at, it ain't good.

You gotta go, Krystal.

To your cousin down in Delaware,

your grandma up in Connecticut.

I don't know where, but you need to get

the fuck outta New York.

Fame is dead.

O-Cee's gone.

Unique back out on these corners.

Shit's all fucked up right now.

I don't want you around for none of it.

I don't think your
moms had anything to do

with what happened to Famous.

I really don't.

I-I mean, I know I
don't know her at all,

but I saw her at that club
when we were remembering Fame.

She didn't look like she coulda done it.

She seemed sad.

And she was scared for you.

I think you're at a place

where you don't trust her so much

that you blame anything bad
that happens on her.

I need you to go.

I can't keep you safe.

Who's gonna keep you safe?

Londell got kids all over the place

he don't know nothin' about.

Hell, that's the best kinda kids.

Until they show up at your door

with their fuckin' hands out.

That's when my sweet ass turned fruity.

You must be confused.

I don't fuck with bitches!

It's rainin' mens over here, baby!

What do you mean "kinda fruity," Drew?

Boy, the last time you
got up in some pussy

your mama was pushing you out.

Hey. Fix that toilet yet?

I'm workin' on it, man.

Shit been broke for two months.

You better go out back and
do like the Indians, Londell.

Unless you about to drop
somethin' rain can't wash away.

This nigga in Queens livin'
like Grizzly fuckin' Adams.

Hey, yo, put your money in.

Don't strain too much back there.

Loose lips kill tricks, nigga.

We in business, Hafiz.

So how did it go down?

Nigga got handsy,

so, I put my hands on him.

But not in the way that he wanted.

So he still ain't know
nothin' about where O-Cee at.

He said he hadn't seen him for a minute.

What Bonnie and Clyde talkin' about?

Said they gonna look into it.

Whatever the fuck that mean.

Yo!

The fuck is that?

Primo!

They found O-Cee.

No.

Fuck, man.

Shit, shit.

Them niggas wasn't listenin' to reason

because they ain't reasonable.

You really fucked this all up, Rilla.

Yo, I got mouths to feed, Lou.

And all of a sudden, you
turned soft and sensitive

since your boy got dropped.

And you ain't like my music no more.

I ain't soft.

Never been soft.

From what I heard, back in the day,

that nigga, Kenyatta, woulda
had a real problem on his hands

if Lou Thomas came to the door.

I'm still a problem, Rilla.

For me and everybody else.

But them niggas ain't done with you.

Or me, because I stepped
in on your stupidness.

Fuckin' tell them
niggas to bring that shit.

Don't got to tell 'em.
They gonna be bringin' it.

They could be in there all day.

Then we'll wait.

She said you know her.

Shannon Burke said you
were a solid citizen.

Said you gave her some good information.

Tryin' to get me killed
talkin' up in here like that.

What do you hear about Unique
and what happened to his brother?

I just wanna eat my damn slice, Five-O.

Don't let me stop you.

You just did, motherfucker.

His friends keep dyin',

and I'm worried he's gonna do
something he's gonna regret.

Well, who he thinkin'
doin' all that to his people?

You'd have to ask him.

I'm askin' you.

Look, I gotta go...

I got a bus to catch.

But Kanan needs someone right
now, and you're his mother.

There's only so much a mother can do.

My mother used to say the same thing

when she didn't want to take
responsibility for her own bullshit.

Well, we just with him, bro.

This shit sad as shit, man.

Doesn't make sense.

Heard they found him
in a dumpster or some shit.

I heard the same thing.

They was dropping all
the trash into a truck

when they found him.

But nobody know who did it?

Heads ain't sayin' shit.

Who would ever wanna hurt my boy?

Who wanna do that?

They could be in there all night, yo.

Let's just do this another time.

Patience is the mother
of a beautiful child.

Bantu proverb.

Fuck the fuckin' "bancrew" and all this
bullshit, Kenyatta.

I gotta eat!

I'm not leaving until I
do what I came here to do.

But if you want to go Julius,

I'll be sure to circle
back on you at another time.

Ms. Bradley, we need
you to come with us.

There's some questions you need
to answer about Shawn Figueroa.

Famous?

What the hell I know about
what happened to Famous?

That's what we need to find out.

Ask what you gotta ask
here on the bus then.

Detectives at the precinct
are the ones who have the questions.

We need you to come with us.

This is some bullshit!

How you even know I was on
this bus in the first place?

You following me?

There he goes.

Alright, let's do this.

The other one's not out yet.

What? Who cares?

Let's just do Rilla and we'll
get the other guy later.

He's obviously waiting on Lou Thomas.

We'll wait too.

Jambo, niggas.

People always
saying junkies got a disease.

That all that fiendin'

is just like a nigga who got a sickness

like cancer or some shit.

But what nobody wanna say out loud,

is that hustlas got the
same jones for the game.

This shit make you feel strong.

Powerful.

Like no nigga could touch you.

See, that's that shit you
don't understand

unless you've been out on the corner.

The money, the bitches, the life.

Niggas fiend for that shit
just like a basehead

fiend for that crack rock.

The game feel good.

If it didn't, nobody'd die for it.

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