All language subtitles for Power.Book.IV.Force.S03E04.720p.WEB.H264-JFF_track3_eng

[funky hip-hop beat layers in]

[D-Mac] Previously on Force...

[dramatic music playing]

I'll fuckin' do it.

Just focus on getting

anything that you can about Stacy.

Her weakness.

[Vic] I did overhear she's gonna be running for mayor.

[Tommy] I always wanted a mayor in my pocket.

You don't happen to know anyone with a million dollars

lying around, do you?

I think I found Stacy's weakness.

We can use it against her.

She needs money.

Jenard? What up, doe?

Where the motherfuckin' stash at?

Okay.

-Chain too. -Can't believe this shit.

[tense music playing]

What you want for the bag?

Yeah, good lookin'.

Blast off, motherfucker.

[Tommy] If we fuck up Miguel's product,

their asses go dry

and they're gonna have to come crawling to CBI.

Ortega and his crew, they gotta learn

that I ain't the motherfucker that you shoot at and miss.

I got your shooter.

You're dead.

One fuckin' hit and this entire section of the city cavin' in?

And Big Smurf tells me

that the Sons of Destruction is thinkin' of bouncing too?

I'll deliver Tommy Egan

and personally guarantee you a foothold here in Chicago.

Sounds like we have an agreement.

We gon' have D-Mac knock over the Nine-Sevens.

Then we put a call in to the Nine-Sevens,

let 'em know the hit is happenin'.

D-Mac tries to hit, he gets bodied.

[coughs]

[D-Mac] Consider them Nine-Seven niggas hit hard.

Your boy did that shit.

Welcome back to CBI.

♪ ♪

[engine starts]

["Power, Powder, Respect" by 50 Cent playing]

♪ Tougher than a Teflon All that dope I stepped on ♪

♪ Re-up, get the rest gone ♪

♪ Been that nigga What else you want? ♪

♪ If you want Power, powder, respect ♪

♪ Mm-mm ♪

♪ I want that money And power and powder ♪

[sultry female vocalizations]

♪ Money and powder and power ♪

♪ Money and powder and power ♪

♪ Money and powder and power ♪

♪ The paper got paper, paper Yeah, I gotta stack that ♪

♪ Them diamonds Keep blinkin', blinkin' ♪

♪ We might have to jack that ♪

♪ Now, boy, when That blicky-blicky come out ♪

♪ You get clapped fast ♪

♪ Draw down With the lil' jawn ♪

♪ I'm at you like pat-pat ♪

♪ Come back When them cameras out ♪

♪ 'Round your block We'll kick that ♪

♪ Come back when your funeral In progress ♪

♪ And hit that ♪

♪ Hit you back-to-back ♪

♪ Your bitch ass Won't even hit back ♪

♪ You'll be splashin' In fashion ♪

♪ Nigga, you can Check the drip ♪

♪ Catch you slippin' We slidin' ♪

♪ You niggas On some different shit ♪

♪ We hit the licks We with the shit ♪

♪ Shh, when you get hit ♪

♪ Quiet down No need for the talkin' ♪

♪ The fuck is that about? ♪

♪ Tougher than a Teflon All that dope I stepped on ♪

♪ Re-up, get the rest gone ♪

♪ Been that nigga What else you want? ♪

♪ If you want Power, powder, respect ♪

♪ Mm-mm ♪

♪ I want that money and power And powder ♪

[sultry female vocalizations]

♪ Money and powder and power ♪

♪ Money and powder and power ♪

♪ Money and powder and power ♪

[song fades]

What the fuck is this all about?

Look, Tommy, you don't understand.

You goddamn right I don't understand.

So why don't you try explaining it to me?

I'm back on with CBI.

-You ain't back on shit. -Diamond just blessed it.

I don't give a fuck what Diamond says.

You answer to me.

[D-Mac] Nah, fuck that!

A'ight? I earned this!

I put work in for this shit!

Man, look. All that cash is from a lick.

D-Mac hit a craps game over on 27.

[Jenard] Little motherfucker hungry.

Stay out of this, Jenard.

Just sayin', you gotta respect it.

[Diamond] Nephew brought it back like a G.

He tryin' to earn his stripes.

He ain't no G!

He did exactly what we woulda done. That's all.

Why is you encouraging him despite my orders?

Orders? We equals. I don't take orders from you.

Grab your shit. Get the fuck outta here.

I'll deal with you later.

Right now, me and Diamond need to talk.

Yeah, a'ight.

On God, Unc, I'm CBI!

You little motherfucker. Fuck outta here!

You too, get the fuck outta here.

I don't need an audience.

[dramatic music playing]

Help me with this, Diamond.

I sat D-Mac down for a reason.

So you need to make this make sense to me.

Otherwise, me and you's gonna have some problems.

Hey, man. Hey, look. Ain't no easy way to say it.

Well, I don't know, try using your words.

So I let D-Mac back into CBI,

but I ain't have a choice.

Because he's about to fuck everything up.

He was gonna fuck everything up?

D-Mac was gonna fuck everything up?

-He's a kid. -Man, D-Mac is a fucking killer.

He knocked down Mad Dog.

King Kilo's nephew.

So you know what the fuck that means.

So I ain't have a choice.

That little mistake threatens everything that we built.

Why would he do that?

'Cause Mad Dog murked Leon.

So D-Mac did it to gain favor with us

to get back into CBI.

He did it to earn favor wit' you!

Why you didn't tell me this, Diamond?

Because King Kilo wants D-Mac dead.

-What? -That's right.

So I let him back in CBI to keep him close

so I could protect him.

So I could try to figure out some shit, man.

And I can't risk telling you

because you act before you think,

despite the cost.

You goddamn right!

That's my family.

Yeah, well, I was buying time

to keep his little reckless ass alive

until I could find out a solution or something, man.

That was my priority.

Buy some more time with King Kilo.

I need to figure out how to fix this.

[cell phone vibrates]

[Diamond] Tommy.

Rashan wants to meet face-to-face tomorrow.

-That's fine. -Yeah, well...

I think he wants the SODs out the coalition.

Another fuckin' problem.

Make it happen.

Ten a.m.

[mutters indistinctly]

I'm on some hot shit this whole year.

You know, they done let your boy back in CBI.

Diamond then made it official.

So... check me out.

I'ma get you somethin' next, shorty.

[Genesis] You know that street shit don't impress me.

The wheels was one thing, but that chain?

That's gon' bring the wrong kind of attention.

It's gon' get you in trouble.

A'ight, so if the chain don't impress you,

then what impresses you?

A diploma. That would really impress me.

-[knocking on door] -You need to go--

You expecting company?

No. That... that gotta be somebody for Marshall.

What time can I come through so--

-[knocking continues] -Get the door, Darnell.

Fuck that door. I'm tryin' to talk to you.

-Shit, it ain't for me. -Mm-hmm. Real sus.

Look, all I'm saying--

[Tommy pounding on door] D-Mac!

You know what? That's the shit I'm talking about.

Bye, D-Mac.

-Bye. -[groans] Come on--

Fuck, bro.

[sighs]

-What's up, Unc? -"What's up, Unc?"

Diamond told me that you killed Mad Dog?

He ain't lie.

What the fuck was you thinkin'?

Did Diamond put you up to that?

No, Diamond didn't put me onto that.

I did that for myself. I did it for CBI.

Well, the only thing that you did was fuck shit up for CBI.

You know Mad Dog is plugged by blood.

Now King Kilo got a fuckin' price on your head.

Fuck King Kilo. I'll smoke his ass too.

You better ask about me, Unc. I'm really him.

I ain't gotta ask about you.

All I gotta do is answer for you.

You still got the gun that you used to do it?

-Yeah. -Amateur!

Go get me that gun.

I can't get you that gun.

You just told me there's a price on my head.

Well, then keep your head down

while I go and fix your fuckin' problem.

[objects clattering]

CBI don't need you for a motherfucking thing.

[dramatic music playing]

You go ahead and kill,

steal, destroy.

I ain't never gonna change my mind.

[door slams]

♪ ♪

There's a goddamn street war between the Marquez cartel

and CBI happening in my city.

Now, I put Roberto Ortega in protective custody,

so how in the hell was he still

running the streets from lockdown?

-Ortega must be using a burner. -Hm.

I'll have the COs shake down his cell.

And we're still combing through the footage

surrounding the murders, but...

most of the cameras in the area are useless,

if they work at all.

Thank you, city council, for the budget cuts.

Stay on this.

And where the hell is Tseng?

Sorry. I'm late.

I was tied up in court on the motion to suppress.

So, how did the judge rule?

Uh, well, she didn't.

She adjourned it to tomorrow and asked for more briefing.

But I have every reason to expect

that she'll rule in our favor.

Good.

Everything is riding on this conviction.

We can't afford any more missteps.

So, get on it.

I got you.

[Stacy] I have a meeting with the AG.

-Thank you. -Yep.

Stacy, hey. You got a minute?

Bobby, can it wait?

It's important.

No, no, no. Stay. This affects you all.

[Stacy] Whoa. What is this?

[Bobby] I caught a dozen bodies at a DuRang frat house,

all fentanyl overdoses.

It's ugly.

I'm here 'cause two of 'em are social influencers,

and one is LGBTQI+.

So the press could be heavy on this.

Why the fuck is fentanyl exploding in Chicago right now?

I don't know.

But we're already out shaking the trees, so...

First Mirkovic dies from carfentanil while in custody,

and according to the IDPH, there's been an uptick

in fentanyl-related deaths on the North Side.

See? And now these students.

-It can't be coincidental. -The timing seems to fit

the Marquez cartel's arrival in town.

Maybe they're the ones bringing this shit in.

If we can demonstrate a definitive timeline,

our case against Marquez just got a lot stronger.

-Hardwick, get on this. -Mm-hmm.

[Stacy] Thank you, Bobby.

But if this surge of deadly fentanyl

is related to the Marquez cartel,

I need to know now,

and I know just who to talk to.

[ominous music playing]

[elevator bell dings]

Um, that's from Beverly and Mount Greenwood, so.

[dramatic music playing]

What the fuck, Tommy?

I've done everything you asked.

Not everything.

[hammer clicks]

I need you to hang on to this for me.

Okay. Why me?

What, is there a fucking body on this gun?

Shut the fuck up!

Tell me what you got on that fed bitch, Stacy Marks.

She been asking you about any of them bodies we dropped?

-Yeah, she's been asking. -What did you tell her?

Nothing!

Okay, well, you ain't on vacation here, Vic.

Tell me everything you got on that fed bitch.

[Vic sighs]

Like I said, she needs the money.

Running a campaign is expensive,

and it survives only with the right optics.

She's desperate for cash, and you got it.

[tense music playing]

So the bitch hungry, huh?

Here's what we're gonna do.

Make a sizable donation to Ms. Marks' campaign.

Just make sure that it can be tied back

to a big, scary drug dealer.

Me.

Let's see if that bitch can resist my money.

[elevator bell dings, doors open]

Diamond and Tommy are beefing.

Ain't no way to survive this bullshit.

They both lyin' to each other. Shit wild.

[Shanti] Pot, kettle, all the same.

Shanti, I ain't lie to you.

Omission is a lie.

Baby...

Diamond pulled the trigger on that D-Mac shit. Okay?

I just had to ride shotgun wit' him

to not risk his ass puttin' distance between us.

You sent D-Mac off to get his moment of silence.

That shit is diametrically opposed to our plan.

I told you to get close to D.

You havin' pillow talk wit' him.

You out here makin' solo moves, J.

No. Come on, babe. Slow the fuck up, a'ight?

I made a judgment call in the heat of the moment.

That's it.

And this shit ain't even cost us nothing.

What's gon' happen the next time

Big D wants something from you?

Come on, relax. A'ight?

Come up off that Jada and Will energy right the fuck now

and trust me. Baby.

The more Diamond trusts me

with his deepest, darkest secrets, instead of Tommy,

that shit benefit us, all right?

Baby, lockin' in Diamond's trust,

that's what's gonna get us that face time with Che.

All right? That's what you want, right?

I want a regime change.

I want their heads removed.

Do you?

Yeah.

Yeah. Yes. That's all I want, baby.

That's all I want.

Besides you.

[Stacy] The time for games is over.

Is the Marquez cartel pushing fentanyl in Chicago?

What are you offering me?

A lifeline.

If the Marquez cartel is pushing this poison

and you don't help me,

that's 20 years to life,

for each body, added to your sentence.

As I said before,

if I divulge, I am dead in here

within 24 hours.

Shall we negotiate?

Otherwise, I can regale you on my plans

to take down Tommy Egan.

What do you have for me on Egan?

In a couple of days, I will have Tommy on tape

confessing to a murder...

and being one of Chicago's major distributors.

That being said,

it would be a hell of a lot easier if I were out of jail,

handling him myself.

Not gonna happen.

[grim, foreboding music playing]

Get Egan...

confessing to moving drugs for the Estrada cartel on tape,

and then we'll talk about reducing your sentence.

But if I get the sense that, uh,

you're dragging your feet,

I'll get a tip to Ortega

that you've been talking to me.

[door buzzes, opens]

Rashan, Malik, what's good? Time is money.

I hope you here to make some more.

Yeah, and as you can see, young'un,

we got a lot of work for you.

[laughs] Sons of Destruction is taking a different path.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Now slow down, man.

Let's just talk about what you need

and we can work together.

You're not listening.

You see, this safety in numbers,

steady as we go shit

ain't for us.

It's for old heads.

[Tommy] Look, I used to be just like you.

Always on the hunt.

Always looking for more prey.

-But you know what I learned? -I don't give a fuck.

And I don't want a history lesson.

We're makin' different moves. We ain't prisoners.

Malik, get 'em they shit.

We out.

[tense music playing]

Yo, what the fuck just happened?

We knew that might go down.

Yeah, but we can't afford no more desertion.

We got a meeting with Che.

We down bodies. We got product piling up.

You know what the next play is.

If they think we weak,

then one of these cats comin' for the top spot.

Tommy, are you listening to me?

Well...

it looks like the Sons of Destruction vote to be out

was not unanimous.

Is that right?

Okay then. Then what's the move?

Well, I think that note mean Malik is up for grabs.

If he want the top spot...

let's give him the top spot.

Right. Okay.

What's that look like?

We give King Kilo Rashan in place of D-Mac.

Kilo want a body, we give him a body.

But first, we make shit right with Che.

Hey, yo. About D-Mac...

Nah. Don't you even worry about that.

I got a special role for you to play to make shit right with me.

♪ ♪

I have to get back to court soon.

Why the champagne?

We are celebrating.

Oh.

I landed the Corday development.

Oh my God. Emma, congratulations.

That's a... that's a huge property.

One of Chan's clients requested me personally.

I closed them, of course.

Of course you did.

Close is what power couples do.

Claudia Flynn may be in play.

Stacy's trying to flip her.

-You cannot let that happen. -Relax.

Claudia is a valuable asset in the right hands.

My hands.

You haven't told Chan?

Jesus. Bill, you know what happens

if the cartel found out you kept this from them.

They'll never know.

I'm lead on this case.

All the paperwork comes to me.

And when Stacy publicly fumbles the Marquez case,

I am going to recover it

and then use Claudia Flynn as a pawn

to take down Tommy Egan.

And then walk in and replace Stacy

as the new U.S. Attorney of Chicago.

[dramatic music playing]

I'll be invaluable to them.

Bro, on God,

when Tommy walked in on us last night with D-Mac...

I thought we was gonna have to bury that nigga, bro.

No.

But we oughta bury someone else soon.

That's why I called you here.

Shit, say less, nigga. It's done.

But I'm telling you, if I do this shit,

I get to meet Che.

Soon. But right now, we got a bigger problem.

I need you to convince King Kilo

that it wasn't D-Mac that killed Mad Dog.

[dramatic music playing]

Wait. Come on, bro. For real?

Nigga, I ain't motherfuckin' Houdini.

How I'm supposed to do that shit?

Me and Tommy got a plan.

So I just need you to be onboard with us.

Listen up and lock in.

Talk to me.

What's going on with you and Jenard?

I've always had a love for boxing

and chess.

It's math. Not emotion.

So what sport are you playing now?

Both. I'm a pugilist and a grand master.

I'm gettin' back on my bad bitch shit.

I placed my crown on Jenard's head prematurely,

but I'm course-correcting now.

And whoever's with me is with me,

and whoever falls short is my enemy.

Where you at?

I always bet on black.

Excellence and beauty.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

You're not trying to sneak out on me, are you?

[Rae giggles] Of course not.

But I do have a ton of work to do before the morning.

We're putting together

some private fundraiser dinners for Stacy Marks.

Jayson, what's this?

That is a show of confidence in your candidate.

You asked if I knew anyone with some money.

This is a substantial donation.

I don't know what to say.

It's an investment. It's nothing, really.

One of my early investments in a DeFi blockchain

is yielding high returns.

I believe Ms. Marks is the best candidate for this city.

She's had some issues with the CPD before,

but I think she can overcome that.

She also promises to be tough on crime,

and there's the DEI too.

Diversity, equity, and inclusion in Chicago.

You've done your homework.

I have. I'm not a caveman.

[tense music playing]

[cell phone vibrates]

Rashan been making moves to get the SODs in with Marquez,

some guys you been beefin' with.

No, this motherfucker isn't.

Yeah, some of the SODs are showing interest,

but I got more guys with me.

Okay. Good.

-When's the meet? -Tomorrow.

Look, if we gon' do somethin', we gon' have to do it now.

Oh, we gon' do somethin'.

You just give me an address, and I'ma handle it.

But you lock down the rest of the SODs.

I'ma handle Rashan.

And I'm gon' make you king.

♪ ♪

I need you to record Tommy.

Get him on video when he delivers the drugs.

If we can get him on tape, then we can--

I don't know if I can do that, Cloudy.

Plus, they erase the videos every night.

Then you need to record him on your phone.

You can do this.

I can't.

What if he catches me?

He won't.

Look, I'm gonna tell you exactly what to do and say.

If we can get him to incriminate himself,

this whole nightmare is finally over.

And together, we will have done what Walter couldn't do.

Destroy Tommy Egan

and reclaim the Flynn legacy.

[dramatic music playing]

Help me.

Then I will raise up the wolf that you fell in love with,

and I'll get out of here and we can be together.

I got bodies dropping all over CBI territories.

As recently as a few days ago.

And you still haven't given me anything.

If you can't help me, I don't need you.

I can't tell you what I don't know, Stacy.

If Tommy murdered someone, trust me,

he didn't call me first for a beer and advice.

No more excuses.

You give me something on Egan now,

or your penthouse becomes a three-by-five jail cell.

Let's go.

Tommy's expanding CBI exponentially.

-Favored nations shit. -Mm-hmm.

He's moving serious weight with the Albanians.

Took my clubs and gave 'em to them.

So, business has never been better for Tommy.

-And that must piss you off. -Sure fucking does.

But I'm just a lowly CI.

My hands are tied for the moment.

But as soon as I can, I promise you,

I will mess his shit up.

The Albanians, give me names.

-I want names. -I'll get you names.

And then we wrap this shit up, right...

Mayor-elect?

I wanna move on with my life.

In case it hasn't sunk in yet...

Victor...

you'll get what you want when I get what I want.

♪ ♪

-[door slams] -[cell phone vibrates]

[motorcycle engine roaring]

["Heat" by Bud'da Quan Native playing]

Hey, let me get a stack on Manny Fresh.

Okay.

I love a woman who can spot a winner.

♪ Spin the block Ain't nothin' left ♪

♪ Look in my eyes ♪

Let's do it.

♪ Fire inside my veins ♪

♪ All this pain Inside my brain ♪

[engine revving]

[engines revving]

♪ Carnage will look Like a plane crash ♪

♪ Bitch nigga killin' season ♪

♪ These real niggas Gettin' even ♪

♪ Pumpin' and squeezin' Hollows leave 'em leakin' ♪

♪ These missiles Are heat-seekin' ♪

♪ Slide ♪

♪ Face to face with death ♪

♪ Spin the block Ain't nothin' left ♪

♪ Look in my eyes ♪

[man] Yeah! Manny Fresh takes the bag!

♪ All this pain Inside my brain ♪

[chatter]

[Manny] So what's up?

[Shanti] I want you to go into business with me.

I see you out here hustlin', grindin'.

But grindin' should be left to the bedroom.

With me, you'll work smarter, not harder.

Grinding's the game, though.

Work twice as hard to get half as far?

To feel like you worthy?

Baby, that's a Discover card.

We got passports and AmEx.

With me, we rise as a whole.

None of that crabs in the barrel shit.

Damn.

You sound like you got this shit all figured out.

Talk numbers.

Let's just say,

with my product and your customers,

you'll be racing Ducatis around a real track.

[man] A'ight, here you go.

Thank you.

Hey, I know you.

You used to box, right?

Yeah. Shanti Showstopper.

Yeah.

You Jenard's bitch.

So you fuckin' with this

fiendin'-ass, thievin'-ass nigga?

Baby, you coulda led with that shit.

Yeah, I fuck with Jenard.

[laughs] This nigga robbed me.

He stole my chain my daddy gave me.

You best believe if I see this nigga,

I'm puttin' his ass to sleep.

[tense music playing]

But you coulda had a bright-ass future

if you weren't fuckin' wit' that clown.

Think about it.

-[chains rattling] -[screaming]

[grunting]

[screaming]

[Che] Ok.

[in Spanish]

[laughs]

♪ ♪

[groaning]

[gunshots]

[in English] Goddamn.

[water splashes]

Che, if this a bad time to talk about business,

we could always come back.

This is business.

-He disobeyed me. -Ah.

Unpleasantries like this

is the cost of being in business with me.

Well, this money here...

that's to pay for our recent indiscretions on the street.

[in Spanish]

[Che in English] Wise decision.

Anyone who costs me money is useless to me.

I meant what I said

when I told you I didn't want a- a war in these Chicago streets.

If this mess interferes with my business,

you'll pay.

We understand, Che.

[in Spanish]

[in English] Che...

Roberto Ortega ain't the big, bad wolf.

According to our peoples,

he light on soldiers and weak on product.

I don't think we're gonna be hearing from him again.

I mean, sure, we took a shot at him--

[shushes] Enough of your words.

I need assurances.

Our business is good.

CBI, tell you the truth,

we ain't never cost you one dollar.

You know what?

Triple our product.

[scoffs]

I'm serious.

Let us flood these Chicago streets

with that Estrada premium.

I'ma drowned out any motherfucker

that don't fuck wit' us.

And if I cost you even one penny...

Hmm?

...you do me like you did that man.

Make it happen.

It's a deal.

That's a shitload of product.

Yeah, but we can handle that much product.

Could you, Miguel?

[in Spanish]

-[in English] I can handle it. -Tommy?

If you interfere with my pipeline again,

I will feed your family to my Cocker Spaniels...

alive.

Understood.

[in Spanish]

[ominous music playing]

♪ If you ain't one of mine My nigga, I'm dumping ♪

♪ That's the way we handle This shit on this side ♪

♪ I done been in Way too much beef ♪

♪ To start runnin'... ♪

Shanti!

["I Run the Block" by Mando Beats playing]

Hey.

I stopped by Nicky's.

Got you that Big Baby burger you like.

Fries too.

I know how you like it.

Oh, shit. Let me hit that.

♪ Bankrolls, rusted stove Nigga, I seen it all ♪

♪ Hood doctor, cutting My coke up with the Tylenol ♪

Mmm.

What's wrong wit' you? Silent treatment and shit?

Babe, I called yo' ass like three times.

I was busy.

I was makin' a ass of myself with Manny Fresh.

I mean, shit, what the fuck you was doing with her anyway?

I mean, that bitch messy as fuck.

Did you steal her chain?

Hell nah.

That bitch told you I did that?

This isn't working out, J.

CBI, me sidelined, cash-strapped.

And now my name, by affiliation, is muddy.

It doesn't work for me.

[Jenard] You need some money?

I got you. Okay?

Fuck Manny.

We don't need her.

Where the fuck you goin'?

Shanti!

Come on, ba-- All right, damn. Fine, fuck it!

I'll fix the shit with Manny.

[pounding on door]

-Hey. -[Miguel] Hey.

[in Spanish]

Miguel.

Tus favoritas.

Gracias.

[in English] What brings you here?

Regret.

I, uh, wanted to invite you and Tommy to dinner.

My Sundays without you and Ama are hard.

[in Spanish]

[in English] I'd like that.

So you, me, and, uh...

Tommy...

we'll go to dinner.

Not my table just yet...

but a restaurant of your choice.

[in Spanish]

[in English] Good.

Then it's done.

You tell me when and where and I'll be there.

[dramatic music playing]

-Tommy. -You got 30 seconds, rich girl.

What?

Listen, we're burning through coke and pills.

So instead of waiting for your guys,

who stand out quite a bit

and who are often not prompt and hang around too much,

I could pick up the drugs from you--

So you suggesting a change for us?

A lower profile.

Just a thought.

Don't think too much.

Sometimes it could have unintended side effects.

Well, the point is, we need more coke on hand.

Can you make that happen?

I can make it rain cocaine.

I'm like the Santy Claus of powder.

You sure you ain't samplin' the product?

-You seem a little jumpy. -Well, I was up all night.

Oh, then maybe a bump or two wouldn't kill you.

Be careful, though.

Gotta take care of yourself.

Remember those unintended side effects I was talking about?

[ominous music playing]

Making careless mistakes is one of 'em.

[shaky breathing]

You could die.

Don't worry.

I ain't got time to kill you right now.

What's your name again?

-Elise. -You got nice legs, Elise.

But if you don't wanna be riding around in a wheelchair

for the rest of your fuckin' life,

you gonna cut this bullshit out right now.

We both drug dealers now.

That's what you wanted.

Remember?

Tell Claudia I said hello.

[cell phone vibrating]

[inhales deeply]

This better be important.

[Miguel in Spanish]

[in English] Indeed I am.

[in Spanish]

[in English] Get your people ready.

[in Spanish]

[dramatic music playing]

-What's up, Tseng? -We have a problem.

Well, handle it. The AG is on my ass

about these fentanyl deaths.

Stacy...

I'm sorry, but the judge granted

the defense's motion to suppress,

and now Ortega's lawyers are filing a motion to dismiss.

How the fuck could you let that happen?

They don't have a reasonable expectation of privacy

in an unoccupied warehouse.

Didn't you argue that?

Yes, of course I argued that.

And everything else I could think of.

But the judge suppressed the drugs anyway.

-It's out of my hands. -Damn it, Tseng.

If you ever hope to first chair another case in this office,

you'll get off of your ass

and figure out a way to keep this goddamn case alive.

[tense music playing]

[sighs]

[chatter]

[brakes squealing]

[train whistle blowing in distance]

Yo, what the fuck is you doing, bro?

It's me. It's me.

Shit.

-That your whip? -What can I say?

I don't shine shoes anymore.

[laughs] Yeah, bro.

What's happening, though, bro?

Shit, man. I'm over here hopin' I run into you.

Yeah? For what?

You still got that chain I sold you?

[Joey] Bro, I been...

rockin' this motherfucker every day.

I see. I see.

Yeah, um...

Let me buy it back from you.

Nah, bro. I can't even do that.

Oh, come on, Joey.

God damn, how much you want? What you need?

Huh? What you need? A G?

Two? What's up?

I told you, bro, I'm straight.

Fuck it, then.

Cool.

Well, shit, I'm about to grab these bags, dawg.

I'll holler at you.

All right, bet.

Wait. Hold up. Hold up. Hold up. Hold up.

You 'bout to go get that weak-ass dope from Yo-Yo?

Bro!

Man, fuck that trash-ass shit, Joey.

Look. I got somethin' for you.

-What? -That motherfuckin' kill.

This the shit that's been puttin' niggas in the dirt.

[dramatic music playing]

That Asian shit.

Hmm.

You know what? Don't worry about it.

You don't want it, man. You know, it's all good.

-Don't even trip. -Ho-ho-hold up!

Man, I'm just trying to help my nigga out!

-What's up? -Hold up!

Let your boy get a motherfuckin' taste.

[music darkens]

My man.

[chuckles]

Come on. Be careful with that shit, Joey.

Careful's my middle name, bro.

♪ ♪

Oh shit, I can already feel this sh...

[music darkens]

[Jenard] Yo, Joey?

Joey? Come on, man.

Fuck. Joey?

Fuck.

Look, I told yo' dumb ass to be careful, nigga!

[music intensifies]

[door closes]

Thanks for seeing me.

The old lady here?

Uh, she went to New York

to take care of a couple of things.

She comin' back?

Are you saying that you care?

No, no, no.

I don't care. It's just that...

she owe me $20 for having me play her numbers.

Hey, I don't got that much time.

Then I'll get to the point.

That'd be good.

If you're in trouble,

I want to help.

What makes you think I'm in trouble?

You said that you caught another body.

Look... I said a lot of things that I didn't mean.

You know, I was just talkin' out my mouth,

but it was all cap.

None of that stuff was true.

[sighs]

Well, that's good to hear.

And I'm sorry for calling you that word.

I didn't mean it.

We all say and do a lot of things we don't mean.

I just want you to know...

that I'm here for you if you need me.

[taps table] All right. Well...

I gotta get going.

I'll hit you later.

You talk to that old lady,

tell her that she still owe me.

Be careful out there.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

[Elise gasps]

Tommy caught me.

I thought he was gonna kill me.

The evil in his eyes.

-I'm sorry, Cloudy. -Slow down.

Tell me everything.

Tommy's a fucking psychopath.

My mom has a friend in the DEA's office.

I think I should talk to him.

I need protection. I'm not strong like you.

-Tommy's gonna kill me. -He's not gonna kill you.

If he wanted you dead, you already would be.

You don't know that.

You have people in here watching your back.

Who do I have?

[solemn music playing]

[sighs]

I'm sorry.

[inhales deeply]

I've been locked in to survival mode since I've been here.

Solely focused on staying alive

and getting out that I...

forgot to protect the woman I love so much.

I'm gonna change that.

[sighs] Thank you.

I tried to be strong.

But I'm alone out here, Cloudy, and I'm scared.

You won't be alone for long.

I promise.

I love you, Elise.

I have one more card to play.

♪ ♪

Tell me you'll wait for me.

[music fades]

Are you serious, nigga?

Come on. I ain't tryin' to slide on y'all.

I ain't even on that, okay? Look.

[dramatic music playing]

I'm naked, G.

This don't make shit right, my nigga.

Comparative advantage.

Count it.

I was low on product, Manny.

It shouldn't have been you.

You treated me like I was a pussy, nigga,

and you should know better.

What you want, Manny?

You wanna hear me say the shit or something?

I apologize.

But don't take my transgression out on Shanti.

A'ight? That deal she gave you, nigga, that shit was solid.

And I'll even sweeten the motherfucker for you.

She ain't fucked up like me.

-I don't deserve her. -Hey, the money is right-right.

[dramatic music playing]

All right, I won't take yo' shit out on your girl.

'Cause she fine.

Might have to take her from you, little nigga.

You always been funnier than a motherfucker, I swear to God.

But look, I don't think that "buy to try" bullshit

gonna work over here, baby.

You know I got my shit together. Real dick.

-A'ight? Goodnight, baby. -Get yo' ass outta here.

[laughs] This nigga stupid.

[engine revving]

[ominous music playing]

[Tommy] Hey, Rashan?

Ohh whoops.

[grunting]

Get his arrogant ass up!

You know what?

You had a lot to say earlier.

Fuck you.

Fuck your mother.

[grunting, groaning]

What you got to say now?

You still wanna walk away from us?

[pained grunting]

[muffled screaming]

Speaking in tongues!

Now he's speaking in tongues!

There you go.

[panting]

[grunting]

What you wanna do wit' him?

Drag him into the back.

No, no, wait.

Put him right under here.

[ominous music playing]

Get your phone out. I want you to record this.

King Kilo...

want a body for the Mad Dog hit?

He gonna get a body with the murder weapon.

Right here.

There you go.

You shoulda played ball, motherfucker.

[tense, grim music playing]

[loud clattering]

Damn.

Let's get the fuck outta here.

♪ ♪

[Vic] What are you thinking about?

[Rae] At some point, I'm gonna have to go back to my own place.

But... I can't get over this view.

Or this penthouse.

[gentle, romantic music playing]

Or you.

[laughs softly] Come on.

I'm sure you've seen places nicer than this.

What makes you say that?

I mean, look at you. The job you have at your age.

You probably went to the Latin School or some shit

that led you straight to the University of Chicago.

All your friends are probably rich

and live in places better than this.

I went to the Lab School.

Yeah, same difference.

Let me guess, Mommy and Daddy paid for it?

My mom cleaned homes.

Like this one.

And the only thing my father ever paid for

was a bus ticket out of town when I was three years old.

I'm...

I don't know who you think I am, Jayson...

but you don't know me.

I wasn't...

I grew up in a trailer in Mokena.

I had to take two buses and a train

to get to school every day.

And the way I paid for that school

was by getting a scholarship that I worked my ass off for.

You're right. I'm sorry.

-I don't know you. -You don't.

I'm gonna go.

Stop.

I don't know you, Rae.

But I want to.

["Temporary Lover" by Tamae playing]

Dance with me.

[Rae laughs softly]

Excuse me?

Seriously.

You don't strike me as a dancer, Jayson.

Well, you don't know everything about me either, then.

♪ ♪

♪ Keep me around ♪

♪ Why do you keep me around? ♪

Something's happening here, isn't it?

Aren't you feeling it?

I am.

♪ Why do you keep me around? ♪

Meeting you has been...

I don't know, it's like...

the first time I've felt alive in a really long time.

♪ 'Cause if you wanted to Then, baby, you would ♪

♪ And if you needed to... ♪

[song fades]

[Jenard] Shanti!

I'm the man, baby.

I'm the motherfuckin' man.

Who the man? Say I'm the goddamn man.

-Why you takin' so long? -Why you yellin' at me?

'Cause... that Manny Fresh shit? I handled it.

We in business wit' her.

Manny hates you. Literally.

Nope. Past tense.

I'm tellin' you. Baby, look.

I told her that unforgiveness is the thief of profit.

What I'ma do next,

I'ma make Diamond introduce us to Che.

-[scoffs] -Yes, ma'am.

Yes, ma'am.

-Okay, J. -Mm-hmm.

-You did good. -Yeah? I did?

-How good? -Yeah, you did real good.

-Mm, real good? Mm. -Mm-hmm.

I like real good. Mmm.

-Come here. -[giggles] You surprise me.

I wasn't expecting to be surprised.

Oh. Okay. Well, let me surprise you again

-when you get up outta this. -[cell phone vibrates]

Oh, shit. Hold on.

Yeah, I gotta go, um, tap in with Diamond, baby.

Can't that wait?

I mean, you want me to keep it funky wit' you?

Always.

All right. Look. Me and Diamond?

We gotta figure out a way to convince King Kilo

that D-Mac didn't kill Mad Dog.

-J, what the fuck? -No, no, no, no, no.

Listen, I ain't got time to argue with you about this shit.

I promise you, if I make it back,

we gon' finish this situation.

And then what we gon' do is

we gonna figure out the next steps.

Okay? And then after that,

girl, I'm 'bout to huh, huh, huh, huh.

Mwah! Love you. Bye.

[tense music playing]

You promised me Egan

and you sent an amateur to work him?

[scoffs]

You Flynns exhaust me.

It's time for me to cut my losses and move on.

The next time I see you will be in a courtroom.

[tense music playing]

I can get you Tommy Egan.

I just can't do it from in here.

You have to trust me.

Unhand me.

Hypothetically, I give you the rope to entice Egan,

how do I know you won't run?

Because as soon as he learns that I'm out on the streets,

he'll try and kill me.

And I'll be trusting you to keep me alive.

I can't get him on moving drugs.

He's too smart for that.

But we can get him on attempted murder.

Use me as bait.

Why are you so sure he'll come after you?

Because I took something from him

he can never have back.

Testify against Roberto Ortega too...

and I'll see what I can do.

♪ ♪

Deal.

[door lock buzzes, door opens]

[Jenard] That's the nigga that killed Mad Dog.

[King Kilo] My people say this is Rashan,

part of the coalition.

Leader of the SODs.

You told me it was a shorty named D-Mac.

You right, Kilo, and-and-and, look, nigga, that's on me.

That's my bad, okay?

Now, D-Mac was, in fact, there the day of the shooting.

Right?

But when we did our due diligence, bro,

I found out that...

Mad Dog was involved in a lot of stickups.

One of those stickups was Rashan.

This nigga robbed him and his lady at gunpoint,

then took off on Rashan's motorcycle.

You know how that nigga is about them bikes.

When I pressed the shorty that witnessed the shooting,

that little motherfucker broke.

A'ight? He said that

the only reason he said it was D-Mac

is 'cause he's scared of this nigga Rashan.

Then I confronted Rashan,

and this motherfucker didn't even deny it.

He said that he had to lay a Mad Dog down.

That's his words.

This arrogant motherfucker still had the gun on him.

The same caliber as the one on the news, nigga.

[sighs]

[grim, ominous music playing]

I'm gonna need confirmation from the SODs

that Rashan was even robbed.

Oh, done.

That's done. That's too easy.

Hey, Kilo, listen.

If you still want me to whack this little motherfucker D-Mac

just for good measure,

nigga, I'll do it.

I'll body this motherfucker.

That shit don't mean nothin' to me.

What up, J? What's the word on Kilo?

[scoffs] Man, bro.

It was scary hours in there

with that institutionalized-ass nigga, but...

I think he's satisfied, so business gonna continue.

Yeah. Damn. Hell yeah, little bro.

You came through big for me, man,

-and I appreciate you. -I got you.

You know we couldn't have done it without you.

That's it?

"Thank you"? [laughs]

Come on, bro. I just pulled off a fuckin' hat trick, nigga.

I got Tommy off our ass, Kilo off our ass,

and I saved the bus--

And you will be rewarded for it.

Man, Tommy and I got plans--

Nigga, fuck Tommy.

I did that shit for us, D.

[dramatic music playing]

You know what, bro? I'm out.

[Stacy] Your sister's gonna walk free from prison today.

Are you out of your mind?

If everything plays out the way that I want it to,

Egan will be history

and I'll get everything I want.

You shouldn't do this.

[Stacy] I'm not asking your opinion.

Get me what I want.

Egan's reaction to this play.

Every move.

This conversation is over.

♪ ♪

Stacy, we need to talk. The judge--

Claudia Flynn is gonna testify against Roberto Ortega.

She's being released from prison as we... speak.

She's playin' us, Stacy.

We can't trust Claudia Flynn.

She's always been in service of her own interests.

None of our careers can afford an embarrassing misstep.

It's done.

And trust me, she will deliver.

She's motivated.

Well, let me help.

I can provide a list of top names for Claudia's detail.

[Stacy] It's a black box from here, Tseng.

But... if I pull this off,

I just may run for governor.

Hm.

Can't believe you guys did it.

Yeah, well, Rashan couldn't believe it neither.

Welcome to the top, G.

What you did will not be forgotten.

I hope so.

Look, what happened to Rashan,

can't nobody else find out about it.

Yeah, vault of trust works both ways.

We put a little something extra in that bag for you.

For your grief and all.

[dramatic music playing]

[Tommy] I took care of your problem.

-I didn't know I had a problem. -[Tommy] You did.

It's handled.

You good to be outside.

Oh, and D-Mac?

You're officially back on with CBI.

You wasn't never gonna stop, was you?

It's time for you to be baptized into this life.

Just like Kanan did for me and Ghost.

Who?

Eh, it's a story for a different time.

But look.

You lock in with me, and only me. You understand?

I got you.

-[cell phone vibrating] -Good.

[ominous music playing]

Hey, Unc, you good?

Yeah. Just something I gotta handle alone.

But when I call, be ready to do work.

You about to earn your street PhD, D-Mac.

There's levels to this game.

And you my family.

All right, come here.

[inhales, sighs]

[door opens]

[door closes]

-[phone line ringing] -Pick up.

-Pick up. Pick up. Pick up. -[voicemail] Your call

has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system.

-Fuck! -[beep]

Hey, it's me. We have a problem.

Claudia Flynn is cooperating with the feds.

She's agreed to testify.

["I'm Back" by Tommy Nova playing]

♪ I'm back In the field for the pennant ♪

♪ 'Bout to drill Like a dentist ♪

♪ When it's real I'm a menace ♪

♪ All facts ♪

♪ Grab your shield And your weapon ♪

♪ Never kneel For you peasants ♪

♪ If you squeal I'ma knock 'em off track ♪

♪ Heed where you steppin' ♪

♪ You can bleed in a second ♪

Let's go. Let's go.

♪ Took a little second To reload up all the weapons ♪

♪ If you didn't get the message I'm back ♪

Time to go terrorize the devil.

♪ Tryna intercept my biz I jump out whips ♪

♪ Wit' Sigs That'll split y'all wig ♪

♪ Big bucks, movin' in Lears And big trucks ♪

♪ Hear the blare of sirens ♪

♪ Try and move With the blick tucked ♪

♪ What you mean? ♪

♪ Kid wishin' for a dollar And a dream ♪

♪ Rarely on the scene Only pull up to get cream ♪

♪ Magazines loaded high And these ain't Eastbay ♪

♪ Shoot up your PJs ♪

♪ Think this shit Is a sweepstakes ♪

♪ Shatter your weak phase ♪

♪ Lost data from leaked face ♪

♪ Bloody from head to feet ♪

♪ Under sheets For Pete's sake ♪

♪ I'm back Yes, I is ♪

♪ Call the coroners so they'll Pick up all the mess I did ♪

♪ Inside gig ♪

♪ Tryna to intercept my biz I jump out whips ♪

♪ Wit' Sigs That'll split y'all wig ♪

♪ Big bucks, movin' in Lears And big trucks ♪

♪ Hear the blare of sirens ♪

♪ Try and move With the blick tucked ♪

♪ What you mean? ♪

♪ Kid wishin' for a dollar And a dream ♪

♪ Rarely on the scene Only pull up to get cream ♪

♪ Magazines loaded high And these ain't Eastbay ♪

♪ Shoot up your PJs ♪

♪ Think this shit Is a sweepstakes ♪

♪ Shatter your weak phase ♪

♪ Lost data from leaked face ♪

♪ Bloody from head to feet ♪

♪ Under sheets For Pete's sake ♪

♪ I'm back In the field for the pennant ♪

♪ 'Bout to drill Like a dentist ♪

♪ When it's real I'm a menace ♪

♪ All facts ♪

♪ Grab your shield And your weapon ♪

♪ Never kneel For you peasants ♪

♪ If you didn't get the message I'm back ♪

♪ ♪