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(gentle music) (singer vocalizing)

* Steady ascendin', mindin' my business *

* My intuition led me to vision *

* Mission to leave a legacy for my decisions *

* No breaks in my

(bag rustles)

(somber music)

(suspenseful music)

* If I'ma risk it all, might as well go crazy in here *

* There is no rose without thorns *

* Through rose colored glasses I see the future *

* This is the "Wild Rose"

* I've been tryin' to rewind time but, baby, it's too late *

* If I'ma risk it all, might as well go crazy in here *

* Since I'm all the way deep inside *

* I might as well go crazy

* About to go crazy in here

- [Reporter] A shooting overnight at the home studio

of popular engineer Equalizer, also known as EQ,

has left a music community in shock.

- Somaya, I told you - While details remain limited - to keep the latch on the door,

- multiple sources confirm - even if I'm gone

- that internationally - for 15 minutes.

- acclaimed singer Somaya (Somaya crying)

- was present when - He's dead because of me. - the incident occurred.

- Because I was selfish and I, - Authorities have not released information regarding

any suspects or the motive - I dragged him into my mess with Bingo.

- And we left him there, Rose.

And we fucking left him there!

- [Reporter] Speculation and heightened concern among her-

(switch clicks)

- We had to.

There was nothin' else we could have done.

(Somaya crying)

It was too late.

(Somaya crying)

(bag rustles)

I did get you a bacon, egg, and cheese biscuit.

Hash browns.

- I said no bacon.

- I thought you said mo' bacon.

(Somaya sighs)

- I've been getting calls from a Detective Brose.

- I told you to keep your phone off.

- I didn't answer it.

You think they're tracking us?

- Can't be too careful. Did you talk to anyone?

- No, just, just Carmen.

When she called to make sure I was okay.

- Do you think that she's the one that told Bingo

that you was at the studio?

- Hell no! No, she hates Bingo.

She wouldn't do that.

Damn.

I can tell you don't have a lotta close friends.

Maybe someone was watching Q?

We have to go down to the station.

- No, I can't let you do that.

The best thing for us to do is to not talk to the police.

- What do you mean? We can't do that?

My friend is dead!

And they tried to kill me, multiple times.

He's behind all this shit.

Those guys last night, they had orders.

They knew exactly what they were going there to do.

(notification chimes)

(soft tense music)

I thought you said no phones.

- Did you see anything?

Did you get a look at their face?

- No, they had masks.

But one of them did have a scorpion tattoo on his left hand.

(soft tense music continues)

(Somaya screams) (gun fires)

(soft tense music continues)

(both sigh)

(soft tense music continues)

- I need to tell you something, Somaya.

Those people that came to the studio are professionals,

and they're very dangerous.

And I'm one of them.

- What do you mean?

- The people that came after you

at your album release party,

we work for the same organization.

- (chuckles) If you were one of those people, I'd be dead.

- You should be if I actually did my job.

- Your job?

No, I'm the one that hired you after I fired Big Head.

That's your job.

- You're not the only person that hired me.

- Hired you to do what?

- To kill you.

(soft ominous music)

- Rose?

Hey, you're scaring me, okay?

I can't tell if you're joking or not.

- Somebody's paying good money.

I was supposed to do it when I was first assigned to you,

but somethin' didn't feel right.

That hesitation turned into doubt,

and doubt turned into my search for the truth.

Same people who killed EQ

are the same people that I work for.

They came after you because I wouldn't follow through.

(suspenseful music)

(Somaya breathing raggedly)

(gun cocks)

You don't wanna do that.

- I'm doin' it!

And you taught me how to use it, remember?

Give me one good reason why I shouldn't

blow your head off right here, right now.

It would be self-defense.

- I'm the only one that could save your life.

- You lied to me, Rose!

You've always been secretive about who you are

and what you do, and now I know it's 'cause,

it's 'cause you're a fuckin' murderer!

- If I was gonna go through with it,

you would already be dead, Somaya.

- And you'd be in jail.

Remember? I'm fuckin' famous, world famous!

- It's not about what they know.

It's about what they can prove.

And I'm very good at covering my tracks.

I assume you've never killed anyone before?

- You don't know what I've done.

- First thing you wanna do is take the gun off of safety.

You forgot about that?

(tense music)

(Somaya breathing heavily)

There you go.

Next, you wanna put your finger on the actual trigger.

(Somaya breathing heavily) (tense music continues)

Now I gotta warn you, aim? That's hard.

That gun got a lotta recoil on it.

You need a tight grip.

Don't drop it.

Let's just say you get a good headshot.

Brain matter will splatter everywhere.

Can you handle that much blood?

- Good thing there's a maid service here.

(fist pounding)

- [Officer] Police, open up.

- Look at that. (chuckles) Right on time.

- Did you call?

- I should have.

(fist pounding)

- Police! Open up.

- This is when you have to make a decision, Somaya.

Either pull the trigger,

or put the gun away and trust that I'm on your team.

- I have another option.

I could report you for being a killer.

(fist pounding)

- Open up!

(suspenseful music)

What's going on in here?

I yelled, "Police," several times.

- We thought you had the wrong room.

- I'll be damned. Somaya, is that you?

- How can we help you?

- We had a noise complaint, Mr. Roosevelt.

Is everything okay, ma'am?

(tense music)

Ma'am, is everything okay?

- Everything is fine.

- Are you sure?

- I said I'm fine.

- Okay, sir, I'm gonna need to see your ID,

and I'm gonna search you for weapons.

- Hey man, I didn't do anything wrong.

- I didn't say you did anything wrong.

This is procedure, and I gotta add your name to the report.

So now if you would please turn around

and put your hands behind your head.

Put your hands behind your head. Now!

(tense music)

(handcuffs rattling)

(both grunting)

What the fuck?

(handcuffs click)

Fuck. (grumbling)

What do you think you're doing?

- What the fuck was that?

Isn't that assault?

- I didn't hit him.

- Oh shit. Shit, shit.

(officer grunts)

- You have a choice to make.

* Go, go, go, let's go

* Let's go

* Go, go, go, let's go

* Let's go, go * Let's go

* Go, go

- Where we going?

* Sayin' you with it, let's go * Yeah

* Standin' on business

* Let's go * Oh yeah

* Go, let's go, go, let's go

- I didn't even get a chance to eat my breakfast.

* Let's go, let's go, go, go, let's go *

* Sayin' you with it, let's go

* Standin' on business, let's go *

* Look, what up, though

* Racks for shows, that right there ain't new to me *

* We both know that she's a pro *

* She eat up slow, no chewin' me *

* I eat yours and leave some dough *

* That for sure gratuity

* So I say no and keep my dough *

* 'Cause that little throat ain't new to me *

* What up, bro, hope you know

* I keep a zoe or two with me

* If it's war I hit them bros

* And they're gon' roll, don't fool with me *

* We was poor, was on the floor, and now we rose *

* Could you believe

* 'Cause now it shows when they impose about the dough *

* It's true indeed

* Niggas be steppin' on business *

* They do

* Watch how you steppin' to niggas *

* Watch, watch

* They get the check and it's finished *

* True * They ain't no regular niggas

* They pop

* They see on the check and they know what I'm reppin' *

* So niggas expectin' on winnin' *

* Sheesh * They're not guessin'

* They know what I'm nettin'

* They see on my neck is a tennis *

* Baby, the rules apply

(engine rumbling) (phone beeping)

(bass-heavy mellow music)

(tires crunching)

(doors thudding)

- Surprised you didn't make me wear a blindfold.

- Oh, I would've if I had one.

(Somaya sighs)

(door thuds)

- Exactly how I pictured it.

- What do you mean?

- Bland. Bare.

Straight to the point.

You know, I could hook you up

with a really great interior designer?

- No thank you.

I don't need a Mario Bellini couch

or a Alexander McQueen rug.

I'm good.

- Where's the rest of your family?

- We don't really take photos like that.

(Somaya sighs)

- Well, I feel special. (chuckles)

So, what makes us safe here?

- Excuse me?

- You said that the people

that you work for are professionals.

Can't they track you here?

- I just moved here five months ago.

I installed signal jammers in all the walls

so cell phones don't work here.

Only way to dial out is the house phone.

- Cell phones are jammed. Got it.

- Yeah, I know this is a lot for you to process, earlier?

But I do appreciate you looking out for me. For us.

That was the right thing to do.

- Don't let me down.

- Yeah, so upstairs to the right, that's the bathroom.

I do have hot water, unlike the motel.

So, make yourself comfortable.

But not too comfortable. (chuckles)

(door clicks)

- Okay.

(water pattering) (gentle music)

* Say you do the things you want *

* You move the way you wanna

* You thought we didn't know

* Baby, you're the problem

- Rose?

* Just meet me in the middle

- Rose?

* Don't make me act a little like you *

* Ginger my, Ginger my

* Ginger, my baby

- Rose?

* Oh, why

* Ginger, my baby

* Wonderin' how

* Oh, why

* Ginger, my baby

* Oh, why

* Calling me your lover ain't the same *

* I can see your picture in the frame *

* Makes me wonder why you even came *

* Yeah

(waves lapping)

(gentle music)

* Into the unknown

* The abyss carries my soul

* Sunken by this touch

* My body yearns for his presence *

* A chemistry so cosmic

* It burns but we gotta let it

* Yeah, I said it

* Said it, yeah

* Overdosin' on your kiss, trippin' off your touch *

* Faded off the time we spent

* Talkin' silly, layin' up, yeah *

* If this is high as it gets

* I'm not ever coming down

* I'm not ever coming down, yeah *

* The buzz is movin' in

* Need you to drown it out

* Be my sweet escape

* You'll be my way out

* Our gravity's collidin'

* Our axis alignin', yeah

* You take me higher

* Higher

* You take me higher * Yeah, yeah, yeah

* Higher

* I wanna go higher * Yeah, yeah

* Higher

* Keep takin' me higher * Yeah, yeah, yeah

* Higher, oh

* A passion is ignited

* Surrounded by the flames

* Surrounded by the flames

* We're soaring with the fire

* Our sparks remain untamed

* Untamed

* Overdosin' on your kiss

* Trippin' off your touch

* Faded off the time we've spent *

* Talkin' silly, layin' up

* If this is high as it gets

* I'm not ever coming down

* Yeah * Never coming down, yeah

* You take me higher

* High * Higher

(Somaya breathing heavily) * You take me higher

* High

* Higher (Somaya groaning)

* I wanna go higher

* High * Higher

* Keep takin' me higher

* Higher, oh

- How did this happen?

- Right place, wrong time.

It's a part of the job.

- How many people have you killed?

- I'd rather not say.

- That many?

Do you wake up in the middle of the night

with cold sweats like they do in the movies?

- Somaya. (Somaya chuckles)

This is real life, okay? (both chuckle)

- So you have an icebox where your heart used to be?

(both chuckle)

- I've convinced myself that I do it for a good cause,

so I don't question it.

- Until now?

'Cause of me?

- It's evident that you didn't deserve it.

- How do you know? Huh?

How do you know I'm not some crazed criminal

who sliced up my neighbor and put them in the freezer?

(both chuckle)

- Nah, I seen that fridge and I know you haven't touched it,

or the pots and pans, and you ain't (indistinct).

(Somaya laughs)

These things I know. I know these things.

- That would be accurate, okay? (chuckles)

When we first met, you told me not to ask about your family.

Is now a good time?

So, you are married.

(somber music)

- My wife left me, took my daughter.

It's been five months and 23 days.

- Why did she leave?

- For the same reason you wanted to shoot me.

She found out who I really was.

When I got shot, I was at my lowest.

She wanted me to quit.

I guess I didn't quit fast enough.

(somber music continues)

- I'm really sorry.

That must be very hard for you.

(somber music continues)

- I'm still lookin' for 'em every day,

and I won't stop until I find my daughter.

(somber music continues)

- I scheduled an interview for tomorrow.

Off the record, no one knows about it,

but I need you to take me.

- I don't think that's a good idea.

- Well, it's not a bad one either.

Look, if anything happens to me,

I want people to know my side of the story.

Okay? My truth.

Before they start believing all the rumors

on Beyonce's internet.

Rose, people think I'm dead.

Okay, I, I owe it to EQ.

Please?

(water lapping)

(traffic whirring)

- What's up, roommates?

It's your girl Timbe, and today we got somebody

I've been trying to get in here for a minute.

Miss Somaya in the building! (Somaya chuckles)

Hey, girl! - Hey, girl.

- How are you?

- I'm doin' okay.

But a long-time friend of mine was killed,

and I just wanna send my condolences to his family.

- Well, I have seen the news.

It is a terrible situation.

But I did hear that you might've been there.

Did you see anything?

Do you know who mighta done it?

- I just want that, I just want his killers to be found

and for justice to be served.

That's all I'm gonna say about it for now.

- Okay, I hear you, and rest in peace to EQ,

but on a lighter note,

everyone is focused on this new album.

People are loving it.

- I'm happy people like it.

- What's your favorite song from the album?

- I don't have one.

- Come on, girl, you gotta have one.

- I just record the music,

release the music, and then move on.

- Okay. And what is Somaya moving on to?

- I'm here to say that this will be my last album.

- What are you talking about, Somaya?

Does this have anything to do with the news

that broke the other day with Big Bingo?

At your label, selling all of Platinum Prime's catalog?

Including yours?

- When you work your whole life for something

and someone snatches it from you,

doesn't give you much motivation to keep going.

- But you and Bingo are seen as a power couple in LA.

You two seemed like you are so in love.

- When you love someone,

you want them to get what they deserve.

I've made that man very, very rich.

I've toured all over the world,

I've poured my heart and my soul into every song.

Only for Bingo to sell them like hot cakes

on the dollar menu.

(somber music)

I just want for the artists that come after me

to be treated fairly.

- Shut that shit down.

- Nobody deserves to be taken advantage of.

- I get what you're saying, but I'm just...

Oh, oh, really?

Oh, oh, okay. I'm not gonna argue with that.

So, it looks like we have to end the interview.

- Wait, what?

- I just got word to wrap it up, like, now.

I don't know why, but Somaya,

it was so great having you on today.

- Yeah, yeah. Thank you.

- Yeah, girl.

- Somaya, it's time to go.

(tense music)

(phone buzzing) (tense music continues)

- Oh, okay.

- Kevin. Yeah, I see it.

Look, I'll show you everything's gonna be just fine.

(tense music)

(gun cocks) (glass breaking)

(keys clacking)

(glass breaking)

(tense music)

- Fuck. Don't, fuck.

(keys clacking) (tense music continues)

- Yari. - Did you really

have to break my fucking window?

- [Intruder] Don't make this harder than it needs to be.

(tense music continues)

- The paperwork's right, right?

- Definitely. All good.

- Okay.

Kevin. Kevin.

Listen, it's Bingo.

I'm at the restaurant right now

waiting your arrival room with my attorney.

We are ready to sign the contract, okay?

As far as Somaya, she's an artist.

Okay, she's fucking emotional.

And I know the interview went viral, okay?

But trust me, in a few days it'll die down.

People tend to move on to the next thing

that they're fake mad about, if that makes sense.

And I give you my word, Somaya won't say anything else.

Okay. I'm here.

(sighs) Fuck!

I swear to God, man, if I lose a $40 million windfall

due to this bitch doin' an interview

on "The Shade Room," I don't know what the fuck I'ma do.

- Excuse me, sir. Your party has arrived.

- [Bingo] Oh, he's here.

(tense music)

- So you all started without me.

(chuckles) Dang.

- Rose, I don't recall seeing you on the reservation.

How the fuck did you know I was here?

- I told you when we first met that I could get to you,

anytime I want.

- So you got me. Now what?

- I just wanted to congratulate you on the deal.

You're about to be filthy fuckin' rich.

Mind if I order some Sauvignon Blanc?

My man, Sauvignon Blanc.

(wine sloshing)

Ah. Thank you.

On Somaya's dime, of course.

Your biggest asset, the one you put a hit out on.

(Bingo scoffs)

- How dare you walk your Lenny Kravitz lookin' ass in here

and disturb my business meeting?

Accusin' me of puttin' a hit on my own artist.

The blasphemy. (chuckles)

(paper rustling)

The fuck is this?

It's your job. Read this shit.

- You knew Somaya wanted out,

but she became someone you could no longer control,

too opinionated.

So what do you do? Sell her masters.

(Bingo scoffs)

And as a added bonus,

you take out a $10 million life insurance policy on her.

Now, you tellin' me that's just a coincidence?

- Rose, you're talkin' about shit

you have no idea what you're talkin' about.

Lemme tell you somethin'.

My very first artist,

I gave him a million-dollar signing bonus.

And you know what happened, Rose?

He got shot and killed before releasing one fucking record.

You think I got my money back?

Nope. Gone.

It was spent on cars, jewelry, and his hos.

Never again.

I take an insurance policy out on all of my artists.

- That doesn't change the fact

that artists are worth more dead than alive.

You know that.

- Jerry.

We don't take these accusations kindly, Rose.

- Oh, these accusations aren't meant to be taken kindly.

I'ma warn you, Bingo.

Leave Somaya alone.

(Bingo clears throat and snaps)

- He doesn't wanna talk anymore. Let's go.

- Hey, I remember you, man. (chuckles)

It didn't end too well for you the last time.

- This isn't the last time.

- (chuckles) Hey, come on, man. Look, let me just finish my wine, okay?

Oh, y'all gettin' excited, huh?

Yeah, a'ight. Just have a sip.

Mm.

(tense music)

Good shit.

(kick thuds) - Watch it.

(glass breaking) (woman shrieks)

(dramatic music)

(Rose grunting) (punches thudding)

(fighters grunting) (punches thudding)

(body thuds)

(dramatic music continues)

(kick thuds) (Rose grunts)

(dramatic music)

- Come on, boy. (punches thudding)

(both grunting) (punches thudding)

(dramatic music continues)

- My God. - Oh shit.

(gunfire popping)

- You know what?

My mama told me to never trust a nigga

that look like he exfoliates anyway.

- Come on, Bingo.

Let's start all over, man.

- You're too late, Rose.

(gun clicks)

(tense music)

(gun fires)

- Next time I won't miss.

(tense music continues)

Tell me about your deal with Civil.

- Who the fuck is Civil?

(gun cocks)

- I don't have fuckin' time to play today.

- Oh, the staffing agency.

Only paid Civil to hire you for somebody's bodyguard.

Contrary to what you or the public eye may think,

I love Somaya.

I helped that girl when the world wouldn't.

I gave her a car, I gave her a place to live,

I even gave her family money.

I had the hottest producers out to work with a unknown.

Hundreds and thousands of dollars outta my pocket.

I even had to put my house up to take a loan out

to cover some of those costs.

Yeah. Somaya didn't tell you that, did she?

Complained about everything she didn't get.

Somaya's worth millions, and she's still not satisfied.

That's not my problem.

All I want what's in my contract. That's it.

Nothin' more and nothin' less.

- And what about EQ?

- I hate to hear about a Black man bein' slain,

but fuck him.

Once I found out he was helping Somaya

rerecord her debut album to undercut me,

I filed a cease and desist.

I went the legal route.

I had nothing to do with that boy's murder. Nothing.

(tense music)

- If not you, then who?

- I'm not a fuckin' detective.

I make records. Hit records.

(tense music continues)

(wind whooshes)

- I tried, Yari.

I really tried.

But you were sloppy.

You put your own self in this situation.

I can't help you anymore, baby girl.

- You lied, Yari.

You stole, almost 30 grand wired to an account

with the name Mariana Rivers

to an address in Rancho Cucamonga.

Problem is we checked.

There's no one with that name at that address.

Please tell me you didn't send money to Summer.

- I saw the order.

You were going to kill her because he wanted to quit

for a simple life with his family.

I did it for Rose.

- You were always too nosy for your own good.

Even as a little girl.

You think I'm heartless and cruel,

but I did it for Rose also.

- What are you talking about?

- Summer is no innocent housewife.

There are things above your pay grade,

things you do not know.

- Well, I know that you kill at will.

And I know that Summer and Aurora are all that Rose has got.

- No, you're wrong. He's got us.

We're his first family.

But sometimes family requires some tough love.

- Tough love. - Mm-hmm.

- What, by being willing to kill your son's wife?

Torturing me.

- I do what I have to do to protect what we've built.

(tense music)

- [Somaya] (chuckles) No way.

No. - Yeah.

(Somaya laughs)

- No. (both laughing)

No, I don't believe you.

- [Visitor] No, it happened. Really.

- That is crazy. - Yeah.

- [Somaya] I'm gonna tell him.

- [Visitor] Please do.

- [Somaya] I'm gonna tell him you told me.

- [Visitor] Yeah, please. Please, tell him I told you.

- No way. Oh my...

Hey, Rose. You have a visitor.

Said he was an old friend.

(gun cocks)

- I wouldn't do that if I were you, Rose.

It won't end well.

- How the hell you know my name, Bolden?

- I think it's only fair that I know the name of the man

that has tried to kill me twice.

- And both times you magically escaped.

- I escaped to spare your life not to save mine.

Besides, my knees are startin' to hurt.

Tired of runnin'.

Somaya, can you give us a little privacy, please?

We got some things to discuss.

- Somaya, go in the room and lock the door.

(Somaya breathing raggedly)

(footsteps thudding)

What do you want?

- I just wanna talk, Rose.

I come in peace.

- With a .45 caliber aimed at me?

- Oh this?

That's the peacekeeper.

- Who the fuck are you?

And how did you find out where I live?

- You have questions. I have answers.

But first, is that an Opus One red blend?

- So I assume you want me to pour you some?

- No. If you don't mind, I'd like to pour it myself.

Till we develop a little more

(cork pops) trust for one another.

(tense music) (wine sloshing)

(tense music continues)

- You see, this is bigger than everybody here,

even you, little girl.

Now where are they?

(electricity zaps) (Yari cries out)

Where are they?

(Yari gasping)

- I don't know.

- You do know. You know.

Where are they, Yari?

(electricity zaps) (Yari groaning)

(Yari whimpering)

- I cannot help you with this.

- You can and you will.

(electricity zaps) - Stop!

Stop it now.

That's enough.

- Excuse me?

- I said stop it.

There's got to be another way to handle this.

- Oh, what, it was okay when it was Rose?

But now it's your little Yari and you,

you step into daddy protection mode?

- Yeah, she broke the rules.

She deserves to be punished, but just not like this.

- Listen, the sooner we get to Aurora and Summer,

the sooner we gain control back over Rose.

Rose is a problem, Franklin.

Chase can't seem to get his together to handle it,

and now Yari.

Fix it, Franklin. Fix it.

(soft ominous music)

(cattle prod thuds)

- Darling.

Baby.

Your daddy loves you.

You always marched to the beat of your own drum.

Hey, now's not the time.

I need you to think about yourself, babe.

Save yourself. Hmm?

Tell Joyce everything. Please.

(Yari whimpers softly)

- This is, uh, it's a nice place you got here.

Not cheap.

You must get paid pretty well to do what you do.

- This isn't about me.

- Oh, it's all about you.

You, Joyce, Franklin, and Civil.

- How do you know about Civil?

- I am Civil. I'm the first assassin.

- What?

- Yeah. Way back when.

You lookin' at the original, the OG.

The first assassin they recruited.

- How?

- I was a five star sniper in the Marine Corps. Oorah.

You know what that means?

I took a lotta lives.

Only an injury took me out.

But I guess my work didn't go unnoticed

'cause soon I was approached by some very powerful people

with a mission for me

to knock off a congressman in the Valley.

(scoffs) That guy was a piece of shit.

But I was a machine back then.

A shell, I guess based on all the lives

I had taken in the military.

Eventually, I got to recruit.

I recruited other people from my unit,

including Joyce and Franklin.

That's when things changed.

Power corrupts.

Then the hits became more about money

than they became about the mission.

I didn't agree. I wanted out.

They didn't like that.

So it wasn't like the military. I knew too much.

So the hunter became the hunted.

- You escaped Civil?

- The only way I knew how.

I faked my death, disappeared,

never to be heard from again until now.

Somehow Civil got wind that I was still alive.

They put me in the guillotine.

I don't even know if they still call it that,

but they know that I know everything,

where all the bodies are buried

and who funds the organization.

But what's fucked up is that she sent you to do the hit.

- Why? I'm one of the best.

- If you say so.

Joyce is selfish. Trust me.

She's got her own motives for wanting to silence me.

- I don't understand.

- Before my indefinite sabbatical from Civil,

I was in love with that woman.

She was in love with me.

We were in a relationship, a forbidden relationship

'cause she was already in a relationship.

Franklin didn't know anything about any of this.

But her second born is a product of that relationship.

Born in '89, raised thinking Franklin was his father,

raised to become an assassin and hired to kill me,

his real father.

- Yo, man, what are you sayin'?

- I'm singin' it. I already said it.

- Why should I believe you?

- You already do.

(tense music)

I've had this since you were a baby.

You are my only living relative.

I never wanted you to be a part of this life.

She raised you in this shit!

But here we are.

You're your own man. I can't tell you what to do.

So I guess the point of me telling you this is this.

Now I am Civil's biggest problem

and I don't want you getting in the way.

So no more attempts on my life,

because even though you are my own flesh and blood...

You understand?

Can I have that back?

It's the only one I have.

- [Rose] Civil Code number 10, never reveal your identity.

Why would he break it?

* I've been inside so long

* How do I get out

* How do I get out

* I've been in my mind so long

* How do I get out

* How do I get out

* Yeah

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