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Previously on Force...

We got a problem. Go pick up Vic.

What happened?

The feds are on their way to the spot.

You sure this was the right location?

Fuck! Victor Flynn is dead.

The number one priority for this task force

is to bring down Tommy Egan.

The number one priority should be convictions.

Mirkovic is dead. Claudia Flynn was hit too.

Someone is coming for our case.

Any idea who it was?

Who, the snitch that ratted us out?

- Oh, absolutely. - Who was it?

Tommy thinks the snitch is someone else.

Who's the biggest crew the Serbs were supplying?

Albanians.

I don't think we have any business interests together.

We do a deal with the Insane Princes now.

Just tell me what you want.

You are going to help me take down the Marquez cartel.

If you are lying to us in any way,

you will wind up like Mirkovic.

Then tell Ortega that he needs to kill

Shanti and Tommy Egan.

The shorty that killed my nephew, I need him dead.

We'll show Kilo that Tommy and Diamond

were the ones protecting D-Mac.

You still good with taking out your brother, right?

No, yeah. I mean, the shit gotta happen, right?

- I need you to put me to work. - Now I told you,

I'ma get your spot back with the guys,

it's just gon' take a beat.

The attempt on Tommy and Shanti failed.

You need to get to Ortega and let him know

that everything I have is in with him.

I saw you talking to that fed bitch.

I'm disappointed in you, Victor. Now I own you.

You're gonna be my inside man in the feds.

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You wanna die, motherfucker?

You've had enough?

We can do this all day.

You gonna do it, bitch?

- Tommy, I can't. - Wrong answer, Vic.

Pull him out.

I'll fuckin' do it.

That's what I like to hear.

D, get him in the chair.

So...

Here's how this is gonna work.

You gonna do whatever the fuck I tell you to.

You gonna tell the feds everything I want them to know,

and you gonna get everything from them

that I wanna know. You understand?

Stacy's gonna see right through it.

It's your job to make sure she don't.

Double fucking agent is suicide.

Nah, that would be easier.

And don't even think about trying to play me again,

'cause then I'll pay Beth a visit.

She a nice old lady.

But I will murk that bitch.

You leave Beth out of it. She's innocent!

Ain't no Flynn innocent.

When I call, you answer.

You understand?

Sit yo' ass down. We ain't done.

The first thing I want you to do is go visit your sister.

- What for? - Shut up.

Just tell her that CBI gonna be running the Viagra Triangle now.

What does that look like?

I think you confused, Judas.

You don't ask me shit!

You just do what I say.

Now fuck off.

Keep your eye on that phone because when I call

you better pick up.

Hurry up!

Get yo' snitch ass outta here.

So you really think this plan's gon' work?

No doubt.

We're gonna use him to fuck the feds and his sister,

'cause I know it was the Claudia bitch

that sent the Marquez cartel last night.

So maybe we should let Che know about that.

No! The less Che know about, the better.

I promise you. And Mireya,

she let it slip that Che back in Mexico

so while he's away, we're gonna slip and slide

and set shit straight.

Ortega and his crew, they gotta learn

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

Hold on. Now we need to focus

on locking down the Serbian buyers before Miguel.

You right. Startin' with them Albanian motherfuckers.

Miguel got them Albanian motherfuckers on lock already.

Not if we create a supply and demand problem.

If we fuck up Miguel's product, their asses go dry,

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

Miguel's warehouse,

it got a old-ass sprinkler system.

- We could flood it. - Yeah.

Well, shit, water is good. 'Cause a lot of fucking damage.

That's what I'm talking about.

What about fire? Make that shit look like an accident.

I fucks with fire heavy.

I like the way you think, Diamond.

But let me guess,

that's gonna fuck up things with you and Mireya.

I told you, I promised not to kill Miguel.

I ain't say shit about taking food off of his table.

My plan to take out Miguel has not changed.

What are you doing here, Vic?

Setting me up wasn't enough?

You do remember you tried to kill me, right?

I guess we're even now, huh?

Don't get ahead of yourself.

- Business first. - Business?

What business could we have?

Tommy and CBI are taking over the Viagra Triangle.

You're gonna help make that happen.

The fuck I am.

Those clubs belong to me.

Well, not anymore.

Okay, we both know Tommy isn't stupid enough

to go toe-to-toe with the cartel.

I have Ortega in my corner.

They couldn't get the job done last night,

what makes you think next time's gonna be any different?

Yeah.

Tommy knows you were the one behind that stunt.

If you're trying to piss him off any more,

you deserve a gold fuckin' star.

You would have done the same thing.

But I wouldn't have missed.

Okay.

Your luck's running out, Claudia.

Look at this as your last chance to buy some more time.

Okay.

I'll do it.

Good girl.

So what, you're just Tommy's bitch now?

Watch your back, Claudia.

You'll be someone's bitch in here soon enough.

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Shit.

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Supply and demand, baby.

Now we just wait for the Albanians to call.

I can't believe these CBI niggas, man.

First, this nigga Diamond brushes me off,

then he sends Jenard to make sure I'm sittin' on my ass.

'Cause you been movin' reckless.

And to my knowledge, until we get the word,

we not even 'posed to be seen wit' yo' ass.

Man, look, I can't keep sittin' in these four fuckin' walls, G.

Oh my God.

Man, what the fuck am I supposed to do all day?

Sit the fuck down and read a book.

Who the fuck is that?

Shit, I don't know. Go check.

Hey, mad fuckers been knocking on my shit.

It's Tommy. Get the fuck back there. Go.

- Open this door! - Uh...

Hey, hold on, T. I'm puttin' on my shirt.

- Open the door, Marshall. - A'ight. A'ight.

A'ight. A'ight. A'ight. A'ight. A'ight.

- Yo, what's the word? - Where is he?

Who?

Don't you play cute with me, Marshall.

Hey! Ain't nobody else here but me.

You know, I used to be just like you.

Willing to stand in the line of fire for my brother.

No matter what.

Let me tell you something.

That shit don't usually end too good.

- Ah! Come on. - Come here. Come here.

I'm starting to think that you don't hear too good

'cause this don't look like no fuckin' school to me.

I'm not cuttin' off my fuckin' dreads, Unc!

Do you have any idea how much trouble you could be in

if anybody finds out what you did?

I don't care about that shit, all right?

I'm rockin' my dreads for life,

I'm not goin' back to that fuckin' school...

You don't wanna go to that fuckin' school, that's fine.

But you need to figure out how to be your own man.

Get you a job.

Okay? 'Cause you wasn't built for CBI.

A job?

Fuck a salary, Unc!

I wanna score, a'ight?

I'm gettin' back in CBI!

You ain't gettin' a seat at the fuckin' table, D-Mac.

As long as I'm in...

you out. Do you hear me?

You hear me?

Fuck it! Man, I don't even wanna be in CBI.

Turn around.

Look me in the eyes.

Say it again.

I'm good, Unc. I don't wanna be in CBI.

I'm tired of y'all playin' me.

Man, I'm sorry about that. Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey.

It may not seem like it right now...

but you're gonna thank me for this one day.

I promise.

G, you out?

You for real?

Man, hell no. Fuck Tommy, a'ight?

Diamond gonna set my Uncle Tommy straight,

but until then, I really need to figure out

how to pull off a boss move

that's gonna show these niggas that I deserve to be back in.

Ain't that the same shit that got you in this situation?

Yeah. You know, that shit last time ain't work.

But this time, money talks.

- Yeah. - Matter of fact,

I got a score for us already.

Okay, so, where are we?

The bug in Tommy's apartment is dead.

It went offline this morning.

Fuck. And Vic still hasn't given us shit.

Ortega is also still refusing to cooperate.

And we heard from the ME.

The cause of death for Mirkovic was carfentanil poisoning.

That stuff is like 100 times more potent

than the fentanyl in the streets.

How the hell did he get exposed to carfentanil in federal lockup?

Sorry to interrupt.

- U.S. Attorney Stacy Marks? - Yes. I'm Stacy Marks.

You've been served.

Divorce papers.

Stacy?

Is there anything we can do?

Yes. Your jobs.

Pull the visitor logs, interview the guards,

figure out who the fuck got to Mirkovic.

Yes?

Okay. I'll be right on my way.

Claudia Flynn just requested a meeting.

Shanti! Let me tell you something.

If a motherfucker starts shooting at you, you call me, okay?

I shouldn't have to hear about that shit

on the fucking streets from Raheem.

Relax, J. Help me with this.

Those motherfuckers can't take out a bitch like me.

Or Tommy, clearly.

Facts.

We gotta switch some shit up.

I'm so sick of his plan.

Yeah, me too, shorty.

But we gotta stick with the long game for now.

You get to D-Mac?

I mean, yeah. I did. Talked to the little nigga,

gave him the bullshit big brother speech.

Put a little money in his pocket. He cool for now.

Good.

You gotta figure out when Diamond and Tommy

are meeting with Che again.

'Cause when they do, we gotta be in that room.

Che needs to know who the fuck we are

before Tommy and Diamond are dead.

I hear you, but...

only bosses and top earners

get face time with the connect, babe.

That's why Diamond's gonna be our way in.

You're his baby brother. That's worth more than money.

Matter of fact,

spend some time with D.

Manipulate that fragile nigga.

Mm. This ain't no $2 New York slice, but...

could be worse.

Hell, I'd eat that deep pan stuff

if it meant spending time with you.

Deep dish, silly! And that's for tourists.

Hey, I'm really happy you could meet for lunch today,

but did we really need reinforcements?

Who, them two?

Baby, you can never be too careful.

- Are you okay? - Yeah. I'm okay.

- Aw, shit, I'm hit. I'm hit. - Fuck.

- This shit ain't good, Tommy. - Aw, shit, I'm hit.

- Someone call 911! - No!

- He needs a hospital now! - Gunshot wounds equal cops.

If they see Bones like this, we're fucked.

There's too much heat right now.

Okay, then get him to the car. I'll help.

I got him, T. Come on, B.

- Fuck! - Let's go. Come on.

- Aw, shit! - I got you, my nigga.

Ah, shit!

Ain't gonna , this...

this shit hurt like a motherfucker.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm almost done.

And I'm finished.

Baby, I gotta holla at you.

Where's your head at? How you feeling?

I know that was some scary shit back there.

Tommy, did my brother send those guys?

No, no, no. That was the Marquez cartel.

Look, Mireya,

I'm sorry you got pulled into my business,

but thank you for doing this for Bones.

I didn't just do this for Bones.

I did this for you.

I'm always gonna show up for you.

Thank you.

Shit!

Yo, Smurf. It's them.

Man, what the fuck?

Two hits in 24 hours?

Are you sure it's the cartel and not Miguel's people?

Yeah, well, it coulda been the Yardies, man.

Them niggas been wildin' lately.

Smurf saw the same tattoo on the hitter's hand that I saw last night.

Ortega definitely sent those motherfuckers.

Yeah, well, we gotta hit back, fuckin' fast.

And everybody gotta stay strapped.

And we need extra security at all of our stash houses.

And I want a couple of guys on Mireya too.

And you...

find that shooter.

That's the only job you got.

And look, just because you here at my crib today,

don't take that as an open invite to come back.

Hm!

- You hear this motherfucker? - Do it, J.

Thank you for coming.

I'm not gonna lie, I was surprised to hear from you.

What happened to "fuck the feds"?

I said fuck flipping on the Marquez cartel.

They'd kill me.

But I can still help you with something else.

What's that?

Bringing down Tommy Egan.

That's why you started all this in the first place, right?

He was a large part of my case, yes.

But he's always been about... three steps ahead of you,

so what makes you think you can outsmart him now?

I have an in with him and CBI.

I can work that angle and get you all the information

you need to nail him for good.

Think about what it'll do for your career.

Bringing down the biggest gangster in the city.

My career...

needs cartel convictions.

Come on.

We both know you didn't get to where you are

by being bad at your job.

You'll find a way to convict the Marquez cartel

without my help.

But Tommy Egan...

made us both look like idiots and got away scot-free.

Fine.

But if any of this goes sideways,

I will personally make sure you spend the rest of your life

in a place far worse than this.

- Yo, D. - Yo.

Anything from your brother?

Man, it's crazy. Ain't nobody talkin'.

Man. How hard is it to find

a Oompa-Loompa-looking motherfucker

with a tattoo on his trigger hand?

Man, J's on it. Just give him a little time.

Tell him to sit on the Serb warehouse 'round the clock.

They're the ones that brought the Marquez cartel in.

What if we take out the king?

Chop the fuckin' head off.

What you got in mind?

Yo, Vic.

I need you to tap in with our favorite fed.

So, here is our shortlist of campaign managers.

Time's ticking, so we need to engage one soon.

Should also start prepping for appearances...

fundraisers, dinners, church visits.

You're gonna be doing them all.

I also want to warn you that our office

is beginning the vetting process. So...

any secret love children, or drug scandals,

now is the time to be honest.

Nothing like that.

What about Bobby?

I know the boys in blue can play rough sometimes.

So, is there anything that can fuck us later?

Bobby's good. He would never.

All right.

Well, let's reconvene in a few days.

Here you go. We are all so excited

that you have decided to run for mayor, Stacy.

- The city needs you. - Thank you, Donna.

All right, Rae, let's schedule this press conference

so that we can formally announce.

Yes, ma'am.

Who's that girl? Rae?

Don't shit where you eat, Vic.

And my office is not The Dating Game.

And when I reach out to you, it should not take you all day

to come to my office.

You know, I can't just disappear anytime you call.

Tommy's not an idiot.

Well, while you were taking your time,

the bug that you planted in his apartment went dead.

What the hell happened?

He found it.

And he's blaming Shanti for it.

Why hasn't he taken her out yet if he's so convinced she's the snitch?

That day will come.

But right now he's got bigger enemies.

Like who?

The Marquez cartel.

He took out some of their guys last night,

they came back at him again today,

with his girl there.

There's no way Tommy lets that go.

You know, I...

I mean, I-I'd bet everything I got,

uh, he's gonna go for Ortega next.

Not if I make Ortega impossible to get to.

Yo, you good, bro?

Yeah. Yeah. I'm good.

But I'll be even better when that little motherfucker D-Mac is dead.

What happened?

Look, I-I had the little nigga ready to go.

But then his homies popped up and fucked it all up.

I couldn't murk him in front of them, right?

You-you said you didn't want the kill to come back to us.

That kill has got to happen.

Yeah, it will. But you know what else got to happen

is you need to set this motherfucker Tommy straight.

Man, come on, bro. Not with that shit again.

No, I'm serious, D. I can't keep havin'

this motherfucker disrespectin' me like that.

Burnin' Miguel's shit down?

That's CBI business.

How the fuck am I not a part of CBI business?

You are, but it makes more sense for you to get intel on Marquez.

- Divide and conquer. - Oh, come on, nigga.

That's a job for a motherfuckin' shorty, nigga, and you know it.

Man, let it go. That shit is burnt to a crisp already.

So let's just sit back and wait for the Albanians to call,

and hope that Che don't pin this shit on us.

When y'all meetin' with Che again?

Man, I think next week.

- Tommy got a direct line on him. - Oh, this white motherfucker

just do whatever the fuck he wanna do!

- This is crazy! - It's called a partnership.

Okay. A partnership, nigga.

Was he thinkin' 'bout that shit when he started fuckin' Mireya?

Trust me. I know Tommy ain't easy to deal with.

A'ight?

But he helped get CBI back on top.

So did I, D.

A'ight, nigga? For 15 fuckin' years, nigga!

I understand that, bro.

And I promise you, I got you.

But I'm working on building my own relationship with Che.

Mm-hm. A future without Tommy?

'Cause he gon' burn all this shit to the ground, nigga, if you let him.

I'm telling you, you need

to tranquilize this motherfucker. Now!

J, now is not the time for infighting.

- We on a short fuckin' leash. - Whatever, nigga.

Just don't hang yourself with the motherfucker, a'ight?

Well, how 'bout we get back to the immediate issues, huh?

- What's that? - When you gonna handle D-Mac?

Let's get back to that.

Bro, look.

I know you got feelings about all this shit, right?

Losing Leon. Gianna left you.

Then you got D-Mac out here fucking up left and right.

Bro, I get it. But what I'm telling you

is I really think we should dial it back

just a little bit on this one.

Why would we do that?

Well, nigga, for one, he only did that Mad Dog shit

'cause of you, nigga! For Leon!

He did that shit for himself!

And you know that.

Bro, all I'm saying is...

we go after that kid right now...

and Tommy gon' blow all this shit up.

Nigga, the CBI, the cartel, the coalition.

All this shit gon' turn into dust, D.

Dust.

And you just said that can't happen.

Right?

We gon' handle him, eventually.

And we gonna do it in a way that doesn't get back to Tommy.

'Cause King Kilo ain't gonna let this shit go

until he has a body.

So if we don't move soon, guess what?

That's gonna be one of us.

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Egan!

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I know it was you!

I'm starting to think you're a little obsessed with me, Miguel.

Seems unhealthy.

Hey, fuck you, Egan. You torched my warehouse.

My bricks are fuckin' ash now!

You don't got no fire insurance?

I know that shit costs a little bit extra,

but it's worth every penny.

You think this is fuckin' funny, Egan?

No, I think this is a waste of my time.

Yeah, how 'bout I tell Mireya what you been up to?

How 'bout I tell Che that you lost

an entire re-up's worth of product?

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- You're gonna pay for this. - Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey, don't walk away from me, motherfucker.

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Chale.

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All right, new shooter, new shooter.

- Place your bets. - You in?

Put your money down. All bets in.

What the fuck?

This ain't a trap house. Cash only.

That's 20K on the fuckin' table right there.

Cut me in.

Everybody on the fuckin' ground! Now!

Don't move. Unless you want a bullet in your kneecap,

I wouldn't do that.

Get on your fuckin' knees.

Everybody just be cool.

Nah, I ain't got nothin' to do with that shit.

You say one more thing, I'ma blow your fuckin' head off.

Bag that up!

Everything! Cash, wallets, all of it!

And that. Don't forget that.

You're makin' a big mistake.

Shut up, or I'll fuckin' kill you.

Takin' too fuckin' long.

- Hurry up! - All right, man!

Here, man.

You, let's go. Outside. Now! Move!

Move! Move! Move!

Fuck that. They set you up.

I'm not moving anything with CBI.

I know. I know. But it's not forever.

Just until I'm out of here.

I need your help with this.

How does doing business with Tommy and Shanti help you?

I have a plan.

You just have to trust me.

It's not you I'm worried about, Cloudy.

Pills in clubs? No huge red flags.

Coke is another story.

Not to mention they'll be taking their cut.

We lose either way.

That's why I need you running it.

Look, Tommy and Shanti will try and force us out,

but with you working it with them,

we won't lose control.

Baby, as soon as I am out of here,

we are on a PJ to Telluride.

I thought you wanted this.

I want you.

If you don't help me,

they will kill me.

There will be no us.

You have to do this, Elise.

I'm sorry.

I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe

and get you back home.

Stacy made the call right in front of me.

Ortega's in solitary.

Good work.

With that motherfucker off the map,

he can't make no moves I don't want his ass to make.

It's only gonna hold her off for so long though. I mean...

I might have to give her more on you.

Don't you worry about that.

I'll give you what you need when you need it.

For now, just focus on

getting anything that you can about Stacy.

Find out what she wants, you know?

Her weakness.

Something I can use.

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

Why the fuck didn't you say so?

Mayor? I always wanted a mayor in my pocket.

Anybody with that much ambition? Easy to manipulate.

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Okay. Get the fuck outta here.

I gotta bounce.

- "Give me your fucking money!" - I'm just saying, D,

you didn't have to hit me that fuckin' hard, nigga.

Man, pain is temporary.

- You a gangsta. - Man, fuck that!

Let me hit you, then we'll see how temporary that shit is.

A'ight, a'ight. Relax, gang. Relax.

Man, look at all this fuckin' money that we got, man.

First thing I'ma do is cop me a set of wheels.

Watch how I roll up on my girl.

First off, nigga, Genesis is not your girl.

Yet. She ain't my girl yet.

Bro, shorty don't even text yo' ass back.

Man, too many motherfuckers got my address now that you here!

Fuck.

What's the word, J?

What up?

God damn.

I ain't know layin' low meant hittin' a lick.

Man, look. I got the drop on these Chinatown motherfuckers, man.

They be throwin' crap games every month.

There's a lot of money in that room.

Drugs too.

Yeah?

That come from them Asians too?

Hell yeah. They got that fentanyl on lock.

They be bettin' with this shit. This ain't shit to them.

Say, man...

I keep bringin' y'all money like this,

Diamond definitely gonna put me back in play, right?

Look, I'ma be real with you. A'ight?

We got a lot of shit going on right now,

and you just ain't at the top of our list, bro.

Okay?

We got some territory shit going on,

so we got bigger problems than you,

a'ight?

Lay low, nigga, and just have some patience, G.

And pressin' D...

that ain't gon' get you nowhere.

Trust me, bro.

Please.

- Mm. God damn. - A'ight.

I hear you.

But, hey, CBI thank you for your services.

What's up?

All right, shorty.

Y'all little niggas clean this shit up or something.

Light a candle in this motherfucker, nigga.

As you might have heard...

our circumstances have changed.

Oh, really? Why is that?

Come in the back.

The Insane Princes don't have any fuckin' weight.

So I'd like to take you up on your offer,

if it's still on the table.

Product, and the Irish bars up north.

I mean, the offer's still on the table

but you gotta understand, with inflation and all that,

yesterday's price ain't today's.

Yeah, you know how that is.

I-I'm sure we can make it work.

Hey... Miguel is not gonna be a problem, right?

No, he gonna be a problem.

But I'm sure we can work something out

'cause we a bigger problem.

Good.

I wasn't expecting to see you ever again.

Yeah, me either.

How bad is it?

The trouble you're in.

It's pretty bad.

I-I tried to get out, but...

there was a slight problem.

Someone's got their foot on your neck, don't they?

Yeah, that's one way to put it.

This life hasn't been easy on me,

but it has taught me a few things.

Like what?

Like how to survive.

I don't know.

I think it might be too late for me.

I'm between two devils.

Don't give up so easily, Victor.

Flynns always find a way.

If you have two people with boots on your neck,

who is the easier one to take out?

The one who's easier to leverage.

The one who is weaker.

- Each of these goes for 150. - I know.

At the top of the shift, split 'em up between the girls.

No cash, no score.

Same as the Molly. I know.

I told Tommy we didn't need you.

Okay.

That's it? That's all you got to say?

Bullying me is not gonna break me, Shanti.

You get that off a goddamn PBS special?

The fact is, there's no Viagra Triangle without me.

They're my mom's clubs.

It's my family's money.

And the manager knows to kill the deal

if anything happens to me. Face it.

CBI needs me,

whether you like it or not.

Mm. Claudia really gassed you up.

Don't let that bitch get you hurt.

'Cause you ain't her.

I can handle this.

As a matter of fact, I don't need you there tonight.

- I got it. - Hm.

When you fuck it up,

and you will,

you know where to find me.

Good luck, Becky.

Hey, yo! Genesis!

Hey, Genesis!

Hold on.

Yo, let me holla at you, ma. Where you been at?

Hello, Darnell.

Damn, my government?

Hold on, wait. Look.

My bad, all right? I know shit been fucked up.

I had to leave town for a minute, but I'm back now for good.

They ain't had phones where you were?

Not really.

All right, wait. Hold on. Look.

Come here, ma. Look, I'm sorry, all right?

I just gotta figure my own shit out, you know?

Look, you can't just disappear and then pop up like it's nothin'.

You ain't the only nigga on my line.

Yeah, I know, but... them other niggas ain't me.

They don't know how to put a smile on your face.

I got somethin' for you.

And this is for when you go to Spelman.

When you the big author or some shit one day,

I want you to dedicate your first book to me.

It's beautiful.

I don't know what to say.

You could say you forgive me for being a idiot.

You know?

I forgive you.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

A'ight. Show me love, ma. Come here.

I see you got a new set of wheels.

You wanna go for a ride?

- Yes. - Yeah?

Put this on. A'ight.

Check me out.

Got your goofy ass.

- What up, J? - Yo, bro.

I got him, D. I got him. I'm on his ass right now.

Do you think I'm dumb? Like, you're trying to play me.

I don't know what you're talking about.

That's bullshit! I want my money back.

Hey! Get the fuck off me, asshole.

Hey! Hey, what's going on? What's the problem?

This bitch charged me more than my buddy.

I don't like being hustled.

- He is lying. - How much did you pay?

250 a gram.

Roxy charged my buddy 150. What the fuck is the price?

You wouldn't know your dick from a pencil.

I charged him the right amount.

I am sure it was just a mistake.

Go see the manager at the bar.

He'll give you your money back.

Fuck off.

Destiny, did you overcharge him?

You can tell me the truth.

You really believe that coked-out Brooks Brothers bro

with his daddy's wallet?

He is playing you.

Okay.

- Thank you. - Can I go?

Yeah.

Fuck you going?

Um... my shift's over.

Empty your bag.

What the fuck do you mean?

St... Stop!

Please stop!

I... I didn't mean to.

Didn't mean to what? Skim off the top?

Bitch, you're done. Get the fuck out of here.

Took care of your fucking problem.

Think she got the memo.

- Thanks for your help. - I told you this would happen.

- I thought I could handle it. - And here we are.

You know, you're more like Claudia than I thought.

Y'all are both inexperienced and entitled little rich girls,

pretending to be something you're not in a world you don't belong in.

Because if you knew what you were doing,

this shit wouldn't have fucking happened.

Keep it up, though.

At this pace, you'll both be in the morgue soon.

What the fuck?

You took shots at the wrong motherfucker.

Turn around.

Call your boss.

He's in solitary, you dumb fuck.

They took his burner.

You don't think I got people inside too?

They got his burner.

They gonna make sure that he get this call.

If I do this, I'm a dead man.

You 100% dead if you don't.

Make the call.

Mateo.

Hope you got some good news for me.

Yo, Ortega! How you likin' solitary?

I know it ain't really your style,

but they was all out of presidential suites.

Look, I got your shooter.

Egan!

You're dead.

You and everyone in that fucking coalition.

I think he wanna apologize for missing his mark.

Wait.

- Egan! - You next.

I'm gonna fuckin' kill you.

You hear me? I'll slit your throat

and kill you with my bare fucking hands, I swear...

Sure that was the right move?

Oh, yeah.

Absolutely.

I'll fucking kill you.

We needed our message to be loud.

Thank you for this food we are about to receive.

Let it be nourishment for our bodies.

In Jesus' name, we pray.

I could listen to yo' ass sing all day, baby.

Love, king.

How'd it go with D?

Man. This nigga Tommy ass is still blockin' me,

and Diamond's ass still ain't doin' shit to help.

Blood is thicker than water, always.

Make him hear you.

Stop givin' him a choice.

Well, you right, shorty. You right.

You ain't gonna back out

on takin' out your brother, are you?

If you are, you need to let me know.

Because...

you and me rulin' the world is important...

but so is this.

Me and you.

I don't want anything to fuck that up.

I don't want anything to come between us, J.

It ain't no change in my game, baby. I promise you.

I got some good news for you, though.

I found out about that Che meeting.

It's next week.

We good.

What's that look for?

Maybe I did bet on the right brother.

Oh, you damn right. Mm-hm.

Let me get your panties a little more wet, then.

This little nigga D-Mac? Psh.

This nigga got his hands on some fentanyl from some Asian crew.

I'm telling you.

What?

You fuckin' with that shit again?

- Girl, hell no. - I meant what I said, J.

It's me or the needle.

I'm not on the shit.

Okay?

I'm talkin' 'bout money.

CBI, we need in on this fentanyl shit, okay?

All the other crews is cuttin' everything with it.

If we have too many dead bodies,

we don't have customers.

I wanna build, not destroy.

I feel... Look, come here. Look at me.

Look at me.

I'm good. Okay?

Baby... I'm good. We good.

A'ight?

Damn, come here.

- Hey. - Hey.

I tried callin' a few times.

I know.

Did you think that maybe we should talk first?

Sure.

Let's talk.

I know you still love me.

We can't flush all of these years of marriage

down the toilet just because of one case.

I do love you, Stac.

And there's nothing that can change that.

But my love's never been in question.

I can't say the same about yours.

Of course I love you.

You're my partner, my...

my constant, my steady.

I can't do any of this without you.

You see? This is why I didn't wanna talk.

Because I-I knew you were gonna say something

that was gonna make me reconsider.

Bobby, you say that like it's a bad thing.

You can't just quit on a marriage.

No fight. No nothing?

Swear to me this isn't about a campaign.

And then we'll work on it. We'll go to couples therapy.

We'll... we'll do those meditations you like,

or-or church, whatever. Whatever you want.

But if it is...

about a perfect candidate image...

I think we both know the truth.

You... you don't love me enough.

Not like you love this journey to the top.

Bobby...

I'm done.

We're done.

French fries and wine?

Bold choice.

Dinner of champions.

Or workaholics.

You usually insult the women you're tryin' to pick up?

Oh, I'm not insulting you. Game recognizes game.

So you are trying to pick me up?

If I said yes, would you join me for a real dinner?

No strings attached. Just some good company.

Why not?

You're cute enough, I guess.

I'm Rae Thompson.

It's nice to meet you, Rae.

I'm Jayson. Booker.

Whiskey neat, please.

Follow me.

Have a seat.

I never thought I'd be summoned

by the most powerful Mexican in the city.

I was told you're the best hitter this side of the lake.

You heard right.

Yeah, I hope that's true, Mohit.

You see, I have an enemy that I need put in the hat.

But the Insane Princes' fingerprints

can't be anywhere near this shit.

- I'm not cheap. - Guap's not an issue.

Cool. Who's the target?

Tommy fuckin' Egan.

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That hit from Marquez?

White boy's got a head in his hands.

Tommy's standing on business, straight up.

- White boy's crazy. - Man!

Has been motherfuckin' handled.

You see what they get?

He did what needed to be done.

You see what they get when they fuck with us?

Tommy showed 'em we ain't to be fucked with.

They ain't nothin'.

Damn, Tommy.

And don't nobody know about this shit

except for the people in this room.

'Cause if this get back to Che,

the product stop, for all of us.

So let's keep our motherfuckin' mouths shut.

You think that's gonna be it, white boy?

They're gonna come after all of us.

They're the fucking cartel.

And we the fucking coalition.

Lookit, Chavo. Look around.

You think they really wanna go to war

with all the major gangs in Chicago?

After we made this shit look so easy?

Chavo.

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Look, man. It was a problem.

It was dealt with.

No money loss. We good.

I don't know about this, D.

- No, listen, bro... - Hold it.

Let him talk.

Let him talk.

- Hm. - Oh, shit. Okay.

Talk, J.

A'ight, y'all. Look.

We ain't in Detroit, y'all.

Okay? Or fuckin' Atlanta.

And we for damn sure ain't New York.

- Got that right, bro. - That's right.

Look, this Chicago, nigga. This our fuckin' city.

Here, we don't let nobody come up in this motherfucker

and just do whatever the fuck they want to do.

- Tell 'em, J. - These our streets.

Our blocks.

And I swear to y'all, as long as you in this motherfuckin' coalition,

the only thing you gotta worry about

is how to spend all the motherfuckin' money we makin'.

- All right! - That's it.

Preach, motherfucker.

Let's get back to business, y'all.

- Let's do this. - Yeah, man.

Chavo.

Yo, I appreciate your enthusiasm, Jenard,

but next time, leave it to the professionals.

Bro, you know what, motherfucker?

The only reason we even in this shit

is because of you.

This whole shit is your fault.

Everything you do

brings danger to our doorstep, Tommy.

Take that bass out your voice, J.

This motherfucker.

J right, Tommy.

You were supposed to get rid of Mateo's body,

not stroll up in here with his fuckin' head.

We needed to make a statement to this coalition.

It's like we playin' Hot Potato with fuckin' hand grenades.

Which means we gettin' dangerously close

to Che findin' the fuck out.

He won't find out.

He better not.

'Cause I for damn sure am not gonna lose what we built

for no-damn-body.

I left something for you over there.

Oh yeah?

What's that?

Pain killers, for Bones.

- And you got them from...? - Mm-hm.

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Fuck.

Chavo! Watch out! Watch out!

- No! - Chavo, cuidado!

He's dead.

That's for Mateo, motherfucker.

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