All language subtitles for Nemesis.2026.S01E02.1080p.AV1.10bit-MeGusta

After the first two suspects, a third
man entered and locked the doors, right?

- Yeah.
- What happened next, Mr. Wilson?

He put a fucking gun to my head.

I... I had no choice.

I opened the safe. The store owners
don't pay us enough for this bullshit.

Mariela and Elena will back me up.

Wait. You work with
the other managers?

So all three stores are
owned by the same people.

Lenn and Paulina petri
own all three stores.

And we all have the
same security system.

That man, he hit the alarm,
and he told me to open the safe.

But my hands were shaking.

I-I was trying to go
fast, but I was so scared.

He got close to my ear, and he said…

- "Slow is smooth. Smooth is fast."
- Slow is smooth. Smooth is fast.

Now, who else spoke to
you during the robbery?

The crazy one.

He started yelling, "10,000 I do, cuh."

"On the set. Who wanna bet?"

Crazy-ass wanted us to gamble
on when he blew up that damn wall.

But he knew what he was doing, though.

He had no problem
setting up that bomb shit.

Like he'd done it before.

- I should've rescheduled this.
- You love Candace, right?

Of course I love Candace,
but I also love my job.

I love my job too, and I'm divorced.

Thanks to joint custody, I won't
even see my son for Thanksgiving.

I'm your cautionary tale, bro.
The ghost of Thanksgiving future.

- For real, stiles.
- I gotta go.

Tell Candace I said hi.

Don't brief sealey till I get back. All right?

I'm here. I'm here.

I know. I hit traffic.

What's up, man?

Isaiah, what happened? Candace
says you left Noah on the street?

Nah, I had my radio off. But when we
saw the cruiser zoom past the restaurant,

Noah wanted to know
what was going on.

You're seriously blaming
Noah for what you did?

I'm not blaming anybody,
Candace. I'm stating the facts.

Dad's right. I did ask him.

I wouldn't have heard the call-out
if you hadn't asked. I mean...

what was I supposed to
do? I called him an Uber.

Take him to an active crime scene?

You were supposed to eat lunch
with your son and bring him home, but...

Candace.

Can we ask Noah how he feels?

Yes.

I wanted to hang out with you.

And you just booked it.

Okay, so what can your
father do to make it up to you?

I wanna see my grandfather.

No.

Noah, no. No.

It's not gonna happen.

I see Amos. That's it.

If you want to maintain your
boundary, why not compromise?

Take Noah to see him.

Supervise them.

Fine.

Great.

Noah, could you give me a few
minutes to talk with your parents alone?

Yes, ma'am.

Thank you.

Now that we have
addressed Noah's needs,

Candace, what do you need from Isaiah?

I need to feel like…
he's showing up for me.

Like we're on the same team.

Like we used to be.

And what does that look
like for you? Be specific.

I want Isaiah to attend the
Baldwin hills cares gala with me.

But he needs to leave work at work.

No phone, no interruptions.

My job does not work that
way. I'm always on call, baby.

This gala is really
important to me, Isaiah.

I know it's not police work, but it's
my contribution to our community.

- The gala, it's honoring...
- fine.

I'll go.

No phone.

And, Isaiah,

what do you need
from Candace in return?

I need…

To move back into my house
and sleep in my bed next to my wife.

Candace, I understand your reluctance.

But Isaiah is trying.

And so am I.

And Isaiah's saying
that he'll attend the gala.

It is a step in the right direction,

but he needs to follow
through with his actions.

And then we can talk
about him moving back in.

And ending the separation.

My man.

Good morning, Mr. Wilder.

Hey, sis.

Ella.

Can we keep this short? I have
a class to teach in 30 minutes.

Come into my office, please. Hey.

You know, as much as I
appreciate you paying Kyra's tuition,

you normally just put it in the mail.

I wanted to see you.

Hi.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

So you in trouble? Is that why
you wanted to talk to me in person?

I'm not in trouble. I'm not.

I only, wanted to ask if you and
Kyra are coming to Thanksgiving.

That's a text or a phone call.

- You sure you don't need an alibi?
- Seriously?

I haven't needed an alibi
in years. I've changed, Ella.

In fact, I'm this close to getting out.

That's what daddy always said.
Then he got himself arrested.

Look around, Ella.

I'm not daddy.

This is bullshit, 'trane.

At least he was honest
about being a thief.

You still carry around his journal
like a preacher carries a Bible.

- You still mad he left it to me?
- Please.

I wish I could forget his
sayings, his philosophies.

Nah, that journal is in the right hands.

I fell into a bottle because
of what's written in there,

while you happily drank the kool-aid.

I know how you really make your money.

My part is, I take it anyway.

Look,

there may be a small chance that police
may approach you with questions about me.

And there it is.

- I said a very small...
- don't.

Don't worry about it.

Daddy taught me better
than to say shit to the police.

Now, how does ebony feel
about the cops sniffing around?

She doesn't know. She
doesn't need to know.

Ebony hasn't been the
same person since zahir.

If you'd bother to visit
her after we lost him,

you would already know that.

Here's your money.

Goodbye, Coltrane.

Coltrane says not to worry. He's got it.

He's got it, but they
were all over the news?

He better say they shot those
guards 'cause they had to.

They had to.

Say more.

I'm telling you this as my sister
and because I'm concerned,

but you cannot tell
Coltrane that we talked.

So,

he told you about Deon stealing the
watch from the Halloween job, right?

I wasn't thrilled, to say the least.

Well, 'trane said that Deon got distracted,

and that's what gave the security
guards time to pull their weapons.

At that point, the crew
didn't have a choice.

And what's Coltrane
gonna do about Deon?

I don't know. Whatever he does, it's
gotta keep him safe at home with me.

You're not gonna say
anything to him, right?

Not a word.

I gotta go.

I gotta write up a menu
for my charity gala.

- I'll call you later.
- Okay. Bye.

- Hello?
- Tanya. Yeah, you talk to Bianca?

She make it out of town?

Did you notice anything specific
about the suspects, miss Douglas?

Yeah, I noticed when they shot the
guy with the gun and the security guard.

I almost fucking shat myself.

I told you, I didn't see anything.

They had their faces covered.

They went in the back
with the manager lady,

they shot the security guys, and ran.

How did you know she was a
manager? She said they didn't ask.

They blew up the wall and went to
her. Like they already knew who she was.

I've been to the store before.

When?

Why are you wasting my
time asking these questions?

Obviously, I didn't take anything.

Can I go now?

Sign your statement and go.

- What's up?
- Hey.

How'd it go?

Gotta go to some
fucking adult prom bullshit,

and Noah wants to see my dad.

And then maybe I can
move back into my house,

where I pay the mortgage.

I might have some good news. A lead.

Here, see?

Bianca Douglas is looking at the
officers, not the perp, like everyone else.

I think we should talk to her again.

That guy was running point
with the store managers.

He looks about six feet.

"Slow is smooth. Smooth is fast."

You see that?

That perp was clocking
the TV. Is that sports news?

He set explosives on the wall and
asked if anyone wanted to place bets on it.

You think there's a connection to the TV?

- He got distracted by it.
- Stiles.

Are you listening to me?

Did you see Bianca?

She warned them he had a gun.

- I think she could be a plant.
- Footage alone won't prove that.

Okay. Well, Bianca left her prints
on her statement form, so I ran them.

Meet Anna Kate walachek.

Solicitation.

Possession. Possession
with intent. Solicitation again.

Now, three years ago, she
changed her name to Bianca Douglas,

and miraculously, turned clean overnight.

Bullshit.

- You think she's part of the crew?
- I think we need to find out.

I know, Fred. I know. I'm on top of it.

Goddamn it, stiles!

The deputy chief wants me
to wrap this case up quick,

thanks to that little
press conference of yours.

I can do that, but I need resources.

A task force.

- I want the Halloween case.
- Not this shit again!

Hear me out.

Cruz thinks there was a woman helping
the perps from inside the jewelry stores.

I looked at the footage you
gave me from Halloween.

Did you notice that there's five
full minutes missing? Did viggiano?

The security cameras clicked off
at 11:47 and came back on at 11:52.

But before that, our watch
complainant, Harvey Swanson…

…isn't anywhere on that
footage for a full 45 minutes.

The last time we see him is here.

Where are they going?

At this point in the evening,
Harvey's still wearing his patek.

The one from the police report.

- And this woman, look at her hand.
- Gotta be five carats, easy.

If the robbery happened
while cameras were down,

it happened while Harvey and
his friends were in the room.

And if they took Harvey's watch…

- They took that girl's ring.
- Except we have no police report.

No statement from her. And I
looked through viggiano's notes.

She wasn't even there when
Harvey gave his statement.

You're telling me her engagement ring
was stolen, and she didn't even report it?

- Why would she just disappear like that?
- Because she's a plant too.

I told you. It's not the targets
that's the same, it's the method.

If you're wrong, it's a waste of time.

If I'm right, it gives us a better
shot at closing both investigations.

You get that deputy chief off your
ass, and you get to retire in style.

All right, for the task
force, I want Mitchell.

- Uribe.
- Washington.

I pick the task force.

If you want the Halloween case,
you keep viggiano and Harper…

- Fuck viggiano.
- My squad, my rules.

- Get the fuck out!
- Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

So you had over 100 rich
motherfuckers in this place,

and you're the only
person that got robbed?

I'm not the only person.

You're the only one who filed a
report, but you waited an hour to call us.

- Whoa, how did you know that?
- Time stamps don't lie, Harvey.

You got hit right before midnight
and waited until 1:00 A.M. to call 911.

Maybe there was something in this
room you didn't want us to know about?

Something to clean
up before we got here.

I think you threw a private high-stakes
poker game here, and you got hit hard.

I need to… call my lawyer.

I'm not interested in your loser friends.

I just wanna know about this girl.

Who is she?

That's Julia. She's been a
regular for a couple months now.

Go ahead, tell me what happened.

Look, we're back here playing.

Then four dudes dressed
like 1930s gangsters

bust into the room with guns.

And they take your… your watch.

- Like I said in the report.
- All right, fuck it.

- What about Julia? What does she do?
- They're waving guns in everybody's face.

I go to reach for my
piece, which is licensed.

Then she screams,
"what are you doing?"

Then the big guy puts
his gun to my head.

You think she was warning
him that you had a gun?

- You think she knew them?
- I think she set you up.

Who was in charge?

The smart one. He said,
his intent was malicious.

I don't know any black
people who talk like that.

How many black people
do you know, Harvey?

- - Fair point.
- You want me to introduce you to some?

Well, three of them were
black, and one was, Asian.

Okay, is there anything
else that you remember

that can help us get your watch back?

The one wearing the
black-and-white wing tips,

one of the blacks, he
recognized the patek.

He grabs it, and he says,
"this mine's, cuh. It's my c-day."

Now, what the fuck is a "c-day"?

He said, "cuh" and "c-day"?
You're absolutely sure?

Yeah, why would I make that up?

Yo, yo, ika.

Uce, what up? Need your
help with a suspect in my case.

He's out here calling people
"cuh," talking about his c-day.

You know what I mean. Hit me back.

Yo, your breath is
clouding up the diamond.

- Fuck you.
- Chill, man.

Hey, this nigga on the
news talking about us,

I know I've seen him, but
I don't know from where.

Isaiah stiles.

The weed distro a couple years
back. Don't worry about him.

Soon as we offload the diamonds,
we're good. No diamonds, no stiles.

There's one loose end, though.

Deon keeps putting us on a razor's edge.

Deon got distracted, bro.
It could've been any of us.

But it wasn't. First the watch, and
now this. That's strike two, man.

Look, with stiles and
the LAPD on the hunt,

we can't afford any fuck-ups,
or it's a wrap on all of us.

If you say you got me, you can't
let Deon slide on this one, bro.

All right, look, I'll tax
his cut from the score.

Maybe that'll get through since
bruh is so pressed for paper.

Bet. I'm gonna go get us paid.

What we looking like, choi?

Call these bitches Sydney
sweeney, 'cause they all-natural.

No serial numbers.
Cleaner than Marie kondo.

Shit, we about to be lit.

They didn't take anything at all.

Every diamond, Ruby, emerald,

everything in our
inventory is accounted for.

See for yourself.

You want me to believe three masked,
armed men broke into your stores,

blew up the fucking walls, killed two
men, but left without a damn thing?

Whatever you're hiding, I'm gonna find it.

So I'm asking you, last time
now, what did they steal?

- If we could tell you...
- nothing. They stole nothing at all.

They're lying.

Yeah, I agree. But who the hell are you?

Dave cerullo.

Just transferred here, 16 years'
grand larceny/major case, NYPD.

Captain sealey assigned me
to your robbery crew task force.

Cerullo, why do you think they're lying?

As soon as you applied pressure,
she stopped him from squealing.

She's the one with the cojones.

I think they were afraid. And not of us.

Detective 1, jamel Brinkley.
Nice to meet you, sir.

Nope.

- You wanted a team, I gave you a team.
- No. No.

I am not babysitting that kid, Jimmy.

That "kid" has studied every
case you've ever closed.

He's a fan of yours.

Golden retrievers like everybody.

I know this is the first
time since Manny Shaw

that you've been assigned a trainee.

Sorry to interrupt.

I was gonna tell you
before you left the room

that in my experience,
stores like that, back-to-back,

without consistent inventory,

usually fronts, operated
by organized crime.

I did some checking, made a call.

On paper, the petris own those stores.

But their checks trace back to a
company owned by two persian gangsters,

farid and amin.

Hope it's okay I sent the
uniform out to bring them in.

Goddamn right it's okay.

So what if we're the real owners?

That's not a crime.

The petris earn a
percentage for their trouble.

You call threatening them, their
kids, their lives, a percentage?

Like they said, nothing was stolen, okay?

Maybe you don't wanna cooperate
because you were involved in the robbery.

We can charge you
with conspiracy to murder

for the dead officer and
guard. What is that, cerullo?

25 to life, lieutenant.

He is bullshitting.

- You… you can't.
- Watch me.

Be quiet. They're bluffing.

Amin, if I were you,

I'd be wondering why
your partner over here

is willing to let you go
down for two murders.

Each safe had a velvet burgundy
bag filled with untraceable diamonds.

- Headed to a black market auction.
- Amin!

Shut up!

Admitting to trafficking stolen
diamonds will get us arrested anyway!

But it wouldn't be for murder.
This was your idea in the first place!

I'm not going to jail for you!

I wanna speak to my lawyer.

Amin, three velvet bags of
diamonds. Who else knew about it?

Lenn and Paulina are both sloppy, okay?

Any of the people they hired
could have found what's in there.

Doesn't mean we fucking did it.

Cerullo, take their statements.

Ika, got something for me, uce?

Hey! Shut the fuck up!

Thought you were my best team,
Coltrane. The fuck happened?

The undercover security pulled a
gun. We had no choice but to shoot.

I know it's messy, but
I have it under control.

And?

You gonna tell me about Deon and how
he's the reason that undercover pulled?

How you know about that?

Bianca.

Look, Deon will be heavily
taxed for his mistake.

And that'll get his head in
the game for the next job.

You can't guarantee that
Deon won't fuck up again.

And if he gets caught, you get caught.

You gonna handle him?

Deon is under control.

And he'll be more under
control once we get paid.

As soon as those bodies hit the floor,
those diamonds became radioactive.

You wanna get paid?

You and your crew are gonna do
the exchange with the buyer tomorrow.

We never meet the client.

You're never on the news, either.

Charlie, we still on for tomorrow?

My boys are gonna do the
handoff, but I need a favor.

I need that one dead.

The rest must leave alive and unharmed.

No mistakes, farid.

I'll do it.

For a price.

As long as you get it done.

- Yo.
- Here comes trouble.

Look who came up in the world.

Ika.

My man.

I got that thing you needed, uce.

My nigga. Yeah.

What's up with my perp, though?

Ooh.

- Yeah, that's nice, right?
- I looked at the leads you sent me.

Perp sounds affiliated
with our friends in blue.

And I think you're onto
something with the gambling.

How so?

I'm working on a major gang
injunction against a specific set.

Target's a high-level member
running a major gambling operation.

Baby plus one.

You think that my perp placed
a bet on baby plus one's books?

- Biggest blue bookie out right now.
- Okay.

Took me a long fucking time,

but I flipped his right-hand
man, tyty, as a ci.

So it's possible that this tyty,

he knows my perp
directly, and he can ID him?

Yeah.

Look, I can bring him in.
You can take his statement.

- Should take me a few days, though.
- No, I need to talk to your snitch today.

Tyty's way too important
to my gang injunction.

It's just a few days.

Looks like you got shit
to do in the meantime.

Well, lookie here.

It's the police.

- What's up, grandpa?
- Noah! What's up, boy?

- What's up?
- What's up?

Yeah!

Ain't this a surprise?

He wanted to see you.

Smell like a burnt black & mild.

Been a while, little man. How you doing?

I'm okay, I guess.

Okay. You got a girl or two yet?

Well, it's this one girl. Her name's jenae.

She's in my geometry class.

Okay. Tell me about her.
What does she look like?

She got them wavy baby hair?

She got the wavy baby hair.

She's cute, funny.

Hey, I gotta take this.

Yo.

I got the address for the banger
you wanted me to look into.

Tyrell Reynolds, aka tyty.

He's staying with his girlfriend
portia while he's on parole.

Not sure why they let him out.

He's got multiple felonies, including
possession, grand theft, and…

This one's fun. Assault
with a deadly weapon.

How'd you find tyty again?

Got friends in the gang unit, Cruz.
Text me his mugshot and address.

You got it.

I'll get tyty to play ball.

Dad thinks you tried to
get me high three years ago.

Never told him it was me who
found a clip of your blunt at Christmas.

And you didn't give it to me.

- Why didn't you tell him?
- I don't snitch, little man.

Let alone on my own grandson.

Never.

What's that?

This is… what's left of the old days.

I founded my own set, you know.

Most of 'em are long gone.

Dead or in jail.

My man Rambo sent this to
me the week he got the chair.

"Yo, nightmare."

"Nightmare." that's you?

Noah, work came up.

Gotta drop you back
at home. We gotta go.

Now.

All right.

Bye, grandpa.

Hey, hold up.

When do I get to see
my grandson again?

This was a one-time thing.

Happy Thanksgiving, Amos.

- Fuck, man!
- Whoa.

Sit down, nigga. Give me this shit.

Carrying a firearm violates your parole

and cooperation agreement
with a big Samoan friend of ours.

But I'm feeling generous today.

If you tell me what I need to know.

- Nigga, don't you need a warrant?
- This is my warrant.

Fuck!

Man I'm looking for, he's
affiliated with your set.

Likes playing big money.
I'm talking tens of gs.

Might be flexing a new patek
Philippe or trying to get rid of one.

Put money on baby plus
one's books about a week ago.

Warriors beat the clippers that day.

- We got a little action on the warriors.
- Okay.

Only one fool's stupid enough
to put big money on the clippers.

Deon.

Dumbass nigga.

Cuh needs some help for real.

I ain't know his government.

But I know where he stay.

Okay.

We don't usually do this shit.
Drop off directly to the buyer?

We don't drop unplanned bodies
either. Shit can't happen again.

Facts.

- How do you think he'll take it?
- Don't care.

Hey, d, let me holla at you for a second.

'Cause you slipped on the job, we
taxing your cut on these diamonds.

What? Nah, nephew. Fuck out of here.

You lost focus, d. You
almost got shot, bruh.

You handled it, though.

But this reprimanding
bullshit, this 'trane, ain't it?

Nah, it's all of us. Choi too.

Now, we gonna follow protocol
on this. We owe that to each other.

I don't owe nobody.
Especially not that nigga 'trane.

He weird as fuck. I don't
care if that is your boy.

He don't pay me the
same respect he pay you.

Hey, look, unc.

I'm gonna tell you this shit one
time, so I need you to hear me.

You fuck up again, and you out.

And that's my call. Not 'trane.

Gideon Deon Davis.

Deon joined the neighborhood
set, racking up a long juvie record.

- Then served in the army.
- That explains his demolition expertise.

Enlisted at 18 years old
through a diversion program, but...

he got a big chicken dinner for
gambling three years in. Figures.

- I'm sorry. What does that mean?
- Bad conduct discharge, kid.

Then Deon took a job at a nightclub.

His nephew, Darren stroman,

happened to get arrested for manslaughter
and attempted robbery at that nightclub.

So stroman does a stint at Lancaster.

- Couldn't prove Deon was involved.
- But of course he was.

Probably, but stroman kept his
mouth shut, did the time alone.

Here's Deon's known associates.

I remember Harvey said
there was one man in charge.

Just like on the surveillance
footage from the three stores.

One guy calling the shots.

Now, my gut says
that Deon and stroman,

they're on the board,
but they're just soldiers.

Harvey mentioned there was an Asian
guy. I don't see an Asian guy up there.

Deon's ig shows him hanging
with a Korean guy named Chris choi.

Looks like they grew up together.

Choi's got a juvie record.

They were enlisted
around the same time.

Choi worked reconnaissance.
And he's a sniper.

Nah, hold up. Look, we need
a more concrete connection.

I'MMA holler at sealey. We'll
call up the warden at Lancaster,

find more background on stroman.

Because we have to find these
guys before they sell those diamonds.

So, you're the motherfucker
all over the news?

Would you like your product or no?

First things first.

Pat him down.

Fuck that. We give up
ours. You should too, cuh.

You're the one who fucked up this job.
Think twice before telling us what to do.

Hey, give up your piece, d.

You too, choi.

Good. Now that we have that
out of the way, your payment.

Give it to him.

Yeah. Your diamonds.

Got 'em.

Good.

Fuckers.

- Hey, hold this, cuzzo.
- Thank you.

What the fuck? This motherfucker tried
to merk us and shorted us a mil, bruh.

Cuh, cuh, cuh, if we light on
bread, we should sell the diamonds.

Leave it. Cops will see this and
think it's a deal gone sideways.

All right, y'all, let's go.
Stro, Yung, come on.

Four bodies equals four robbers,
including one suspect, farid,

who had motive, and you
already questioned him with cerullo.

The velvet bags match
amin's description.

We'll bring him in to confirm
the bags and diamonds.

Farid may have double-crossed amin,
but looking at the position of the bodies,

his men double-crossed
him and then each other.

And these thugs had a sniper on payroll?

It's too neat.

These guys don't match Harvey's
perp description from the poker heist.

Perps from the jewelry store were all
wearing masks, and showing no skin.

- Maybe it was a different group.
- It's the same guys.

It's the same crew. I know
how they fucking operate.

You can't just wrap this
up with a neat fucking bow.

Sealey ordered us to close this
case. Look around. It's closed.

Gideon Davis.

- Deon is still a lead.
- So is Anna Kate walachek.

But this case is closed.

You know sealey won't care.

So because this is over,
you stop being a cop?

Motherfucker, you know what?

Come on.

I know I'm new to this, but
I agree with you, lieutenant.

This feels off.

I'd like to hear more
of what you're thinking.

- You got plans for Thanksgiving?
- No.

You do now.

For real?

Farid tried to kill us and
was short a million dollars.

We put farid down, and
his boys are done too.

I left the diamonds and
the guns with the bodies,

all wrapped up in a
nice red bow for LAPD.

No loose ends.

Talk to you later.

What are you doing here? I
thought you were going to St. Bart's.

I thought you understood you
had to leave after the jewelry store.

Imagine my surprise when
I find out you were at LAPD.

They ran your prints, Anna Kate.

Don't think I've seen your
place yet. You mind if I come in?

Smells good in here, gents.

Ha, ha!

Wait a minute. Is that
government cheese?

My secret ingredient.

Ika from gang unit hooked me up.

I always liked ika.

Till now.

Come on, Jimmy. No, get off the stove.

You need to put some
neck bone stock up in there.

Warden knight up in
Lancaster called me back.

He's in town for the holiday, and
he's willing to meet you downtown.

But… you don't need to go now, right?
The jewelry heist was solved last night.

I could ask him a few questions.

Nah, it can wait.

Noah, give me the pan. Come on.

Thanksgiving is not the
holiday to try to go healthy.

Jimmy, you can cook next year.

Ebony put her fucking foot in these, cuh.

I need to find one like her. Fine
as hell and can cook too? Shit.

Bruh, you already got two
women. How many more you need?

- Man... you're right. You're right.
- See, choi ain't even got one.

Man.

It's cool, man. Just playing.

Hey, man. So, when's our next job?

I'm telling y'all we
should flock a superyacht.

That shit ain't never been done.

Bruh, the closest you been
to the ocean is the red lobster

in inglewood off century.

Happy Thanksgiving, 'trane.

- Happy Thanksgiving.
- Hey.

You guys remember
Charlotte? Ebony's sister.

I see looks run in the family.

- What's up?
- What y'all talking about?

- Y'all going on a yacht?
- Just a little boys' trip.

So I guess I'm not invited.

You here with anybody?

Can I talk to you for a second?

Yeah. I'll be back, y'all.

Yeah!

That's what I'm talking about.

Hey.

Dad, remember the cardiologist
told you no more meat.

Yeah, baby, but brisket doesn't count.

You see? You see what I
have to deal with, candy?

Come on, now.

Now, Noah, when your
father played at usc,

he was faster than this sorry
excuse for a running back.

Nah. For real?

- That's what I'm talking about.
- All right.

Put the mashed potatoes with the gravy.

Looks good.

Not the only thing that looks good.

- Yeah?
- Where you going?

I'm just over here.

Right there.

Amos, why are you here?

Little man invited me.

- Grandpa! You made it just in time.
- Yes, sir!

Amos!

Dinner's almost ready, let's
grab a drink on the back porch.

Jimmy.

What's happening, bro?

This motherfucker. Noah
invited him here behind my back.

Okay, okay, okay.

Noah's just missing his grandfather.

Please don't ruin Thanksgiving.

It's time for you to Bury
the hatchet with Amos.

For Noah, for yourself.

Last time we saw each other,
I was putting you in handcuffs.

I remember.

And every day after that,

I've had time to… think about
what I wanna say to you.

Thank you.

Isaiah needed someone
to teach him to be a man.

Better man than me, that's for sure.

Being that boy's father ain't over
yet. You still got things to teach him.

Bullshit. When he put on the
badge, he chose not to be like me.

Isaiah's more like you than you think.

He may not land in jail,

but his decisions will cost
him his family just the same.

- Here comes this corny nigga right now.
- Okay. Stop it. Come on.

There's more in the fridge.
Let me just get the door.

Ella.

I thought you weren't
coming. Where's Kyra?

She's at a friend's, and I'm not staying.

This is my amends for not
showing up after your miscarriage.

I'm sorry.

Honestly, I stayed away
because I didn't trust myself

not to say what was on my mind.

Whatever it was, you
can say it to me now.

Losing the baby might
have been for the best.

Bringing another life

into the type of childhood
my brothers and I had is wrong.

You know what's wrong, Ella?

Is you thinking that after seven
months without so much as a phone call,

you have the right to judge 'trane
and I after losing our son, your nephew.

But since you're so concerned, it
would have been like my childhood.

'Trane is leaving the
life, like my father did.

He tell you that he warned me that
cops might come around asking questions?

Something go wrong recently, ebony?

There's nothing to worry about.

Coltrane already told me.

Sure he did.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Isaiah, this tastes just
like your mom's cooking.

Gail?

You looking fine for your age, girl.

No disrespect, Otis. I
know that's your woman.

She look good, though.
You know who you look like?

Where's this going, candy?

Heather hunter!

- Who is she?
- Ooh.

Give me that. Let's go.

Hey, grandpa, what was la
like when you were younger?

Little man, let me tell you,
it's not like you see here.

The city changed.

Even up here?

No, up here always been bougie.
Even before the white folk left.

I'm talking about the flats where
I raised your pops, little man.

I saw them tear down homes to put
up freeways in our neighborhoods.

Shit's been crazy, little nightmare.

That is not his name. You do
not say that name in my house.

It was a mistake, Isaiah.

But I saw you. You was just
waiting for me to mess up.

Because I know you.

You been fucking up my whole
life. You fucked up our family.

I know.

But I'm man enough to say it.

You keep blaming everybody else,

but now you fucking up
your own family just like me.

Get the fuck out of my house!

You don't have to tell me twice.

Officer.

… hey.

You have the audacity to
lecture me about fatherhood!

Like you know how to
be a dad. Grandpa's right.

You don't know what you're talking
about. You invited this motherfucker?

- Hey, what the fuck are you doing?
- Fuck you!

- Noah!
- You ungrateful little...

- my god.
- Candy, where did you put our coats?

- Mom, wait.
- No, we're going.

- Dad.
- We're leaving.

- Thank you.
- Yeah. All right, Otis.

Sealey, call warden knight,
tell them to meet me downtown.

Brinkley, are you riding or not?

- You better not.
- Candace.

No, you are not leaving me
after that stiles family shit show!

Isaiah.

Isaiah! Do not walk away from me!

You know where they keep the foil?

Yo, stiles, pick up.

I'm headed to Bianca's.
Something doesn't feel right.

Bianca, it's detective Cruz.

Anna Kate.

Your front door's unlocked.

It's detective Cruz!

I've got a few more questions for you.

Shit.

Fuck!

Little man.

- Where's your dad at?
- You think I give a fuck?

Can I come in?

Ella stopped by.

She didn't come inside?

What'd she say?

Why'd you tell her about cops
and not me? It's not our protocol.

You told Charlie what I told you
about Deon. It's not our protocol either.

She's my sister. She's part
of our double life. Ella is not.

You wanted to be out,
ebony. Following your rules.

Yes. I've changed, okay?
But it doesn't make me weak.

I just know what it feels like to lose
the most important thing in my life.

Listen.

So do I.

That's why you have to trust me, okay?
I told Ella 'cause she's not in our lives.

I owe her and Kyra that much,

but I already took care
of the police problem.

There should be no heat on
us from now on. Totally good.

Totally?

100%. You making fun
of the way I say totally?

- No.
- Hey, yo, 'trane.

Nigga, I thought you left.

I gotta show you something, bruh.

This is tyty talking about Deon
to that detective, Isaiah stiles.

- Wait, what'd he say?
- I don't know.

Baby plus one sent me the video.

He said they got tyty hemmed up
at a spot on the east side right now.

They started working that nigga
over. So you know what that means.

Tell them to keep him alive.
We'll make it worth their while.

I got my shit in the car.

I appreciate you on this shit, for real.

You did me a solid back in the day.

I ain't finna let no snitch-ass
nigga tell on me or your baby uncle.

Come on, man.

Bitch-ass nigga.

What you looking at?

Good looking out.

Appreciate that, loc.

This the little homie who shot the video.

Come here, little nigga.

I need you to delete that
video and delete the trash.

Let me see your phone
when you're done.

Hurry up.

Yeah.

Take it.

I'm gonna need the room.

Say less.

Come on.

Pussy.

How old are you, man?

You like 25, 26?

You old enough to know
how the streets work.

All this is just the beginning.

They got a table full of shit they about
to stick in you anywhere and everywhere.

- You don't get it.
- No, man, I do.

I do.

You got a family.

Right? Grandmama, mama,
baby mama. Which is it?

I got a baby boy.

I don't want anything to happen to him.

Listen.

That cop you spoke
to, his name is stiles.

He don't care about your baby boy.

If he did, he wouldn't
have put you in this position.

Stiles fucked you.

You tell me what you told stiles,

and I'll see what I can do. I promise.

I'll protect your baby boy.

Tyty.

Tell me what you told stiles about Deon.

Do it for your son.

I told him Deon bet on the clippers.

He wanted to know when he bet.

I told him after Halloween
and a week ago.

That's all I told him. On my son!

That's too much.

Hold up.

You already know what they
gonna do to me once you leave.

I don't want that.

I don't wanna die like that.

- How's nightmare doing these days?
- I don't wanna talk about him.

- Who's nightmare?
- Amos.

Your dad? The one I just met at dinner.

- Does that make you little nightmare?
- It would.

Good nickname for a cop.

It's my older brother
Josiah's nickname. He's dead.

Darren stroman, goes by
stro. He ran with Tobias lamont.

Stro and Tobias got into a lot of shit.

Tobias has history of
armed robbery, assault.

Got into a few scraps up
in Lancaster. A real brawler.

Based on what captain sealey
told me, I think that's your man.

No. No, this guy doesn't fit the profile.

Stro and my perp, they're
soldiers, man. I need a general.

Someone methodical,
flying beneath the radar.

Well, these are all the men who stroman
associated with when he was inside.

What can you tell me about him?

That one went in for
robbery and kept to himself.

Quiet. Lead-by-example type. Mostly
played chess at the prison library.

Rumor has it he took care of some
bad sons of bitches on the inside.

Just do it.

Come on, man.

Never had proof.

You ask me, he was doing us a favor.

Coltrane Wilder.