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(dramatic music)

(people chattering) (ball bouncing)

- [Smuggler] I'm free to go?

You shouldn't be out here harassing the good guys.

I don't know nothing about no crime scene,

no suspects from Memphis.

But uh,

I hope you find who you looking for.

Have a good day.

- [Jay] Don't stress.

Shit.

I mean if they knew something we both be in handcuffs.

Just stay silent.

The less you say, the less they know.

(papers lightly rustling)

(Judge Parchman sighing)

(papers lightly rustling)

- District Attorney Frank Tiller.

We've had several hearings

on the matter pertaining to Mr. Wright,

and I've been waiting,

patiently I might add,

for you to explain why we continue to hold him in custody,

unconstitutionally.

What charges are we moving forward with?

- Well, Your Honor, we've discussed having ample time

to have enough evidence to bring forth our official charges.

Now I've been working hand in hand with Det.

- Counsel.

Counsel, please. - He's the lead Det.--

- No one is guilty until proven innocent.

You've far exceeded your time

to detain him without an official charge.

You've presented some strong accusations,

but a motive and compelling evidence, sir, you have not.

I have no reason to move this case forward.

- Your Honor, I understand.

We know exactly who we have in custody here.

Mr. Wright, oh,

Mr. King JBoi,

we've been begging for your understanding in this,

Your Honor.

I'm.

(Frank sighs)

It's just the situation just got a little bit more

complicated than we all anticipated.

We need just-- - Complicated?

Listen, Counsel, the law is complicated.

Quiet as kept, you sound more like a fan

than the district attorney doing your job.

There are constitutional rights

that I have sworn to protect, for all citizens,

including Mr. Wright,

who I understand has been under surveillance

for several years

due to suspicions for

potential connections with drug cartels.

But you have presented zero evidence

to support those claims.

And the murders?

There is no direct evidence connecting him to those.

I have to be honest, Counsel,

I can't continue to support this act of tyranny.

It's unconstitutional.

- Your Honor.

We can prove that there's a history between Mr. Wright

and suspected shooters, Tae and G.

We just need sufficient time in order to find them

to make the official connections.

- Fairytales and unicorns, Counsel.

Until you have the evidence submitted to this court,

there is no case.

But make no mistake Mr. Wright,

I make no claims to your innocence.

However,

I commit to you this,

you will have a fair and just trial.

We'll reconvene in a few days after the district attorney

has been able to prepare a more compelling case,

or I'm gonna grant Mr. Wright his freedom

until we have an actual case.

Until then, this court's in recess.

(gavel thuds) (upbeat music)

* Aye *

* Talkin' 'bout *

* Aye count what you got there huh *

* Switch up the grind *

* Run at the nose lil hood baby *

* Lil hood baby *

* Moved out the hood *

* Like fuck all that drama lil hood baby *

* Lil hood baby *

* Pulled up in front *

* I spent that lil check lil hood baby *

* Lil hood baby *

* Stay grippin' the Glock *

* Like what you expect lil hood baby *

* Lil hood baby, lil hood baby *

* Lil hood baby, lil hood baby *

* Lil hood baby *

* Straight out the block I ran up a chick, lil hood baby *

* Lil hood baby, lil hood baby *

* Lil hood baby, lil hood baby *

* Lil hood baby *

* Straight out the block I ran up a chick, lil hood baby *

* Lil hood baby *

* I count up what come straight out the block, I earned it *

* Block, I earned it *

* All of this stressing, roll up the pack and burn it *

* Pack and burn it *

* Focus and grinding and waiting my turn *

* It's time now, it's time now *

* Still fucking with shooters *

* They load all Glocks *

* Say hi now, say hi now *

* Talking about money I'm sounding familiar *

* I know I'm repeating it, I know that you *

(gas pump beeps)

- [Passion] I thought that was you.

- Passion?

- [Passion] Yeah bitch, it's me.

- Hey, what's up?

What are you doing in Atlanta?

(Passion laughing)

- That's a long story.

I'm assuming you haven't heard about your boo, ex boo,

fighting a case.

- Jay?

- Yeah, my homeboy.

I'm always there for him.

- Homeboy, huh?

- It ain't even nothing like that.

But what's ironic is

I'm here with him and I'm running into you.

It's cool.

I'm just speaking facts.

But you should go see him.

I mean, I understand y'all's situation and what y'all had,

but go see him.

He really needs to get back in his space, so.

Or not.

Oh, and always, loyalty is everything.

Remember that.

(turn signal ticking) (engine purring)

(lighter lightly clicking)

(car revving)

(birds chirping) (cars revving)

- What the fuck is so important?

- It don't fucking matter.

The problem is that you don't answer your fucking phone.

You avoiding me, motherfucker?

- Avoiding?

Do you not remember the little gangster stroll

you took me through the park nigga?

Huh?

- You must forget who you work for.

Wait, you thought that wasn't planned?

Know your role, okay?

You a cop.

We can't trust you without blood on your hands.

- My hands?

- Ain't that what I said?

As far as I'm concerned,

you killed Lake to prove yourself to Jay.

I just so happen to be there.

I'm pretty sure the judge will be more concerned of the fact

that you didn't arrest me.

- Man, fuck you.

- Yeah, I'm not the one in a fucked up position.

You see, Jay's in jail.

And to the public it looks like

you've made a career making arrests.

Problem with that is,

you arrested the motherfucker you work for.

But we all know you ain't set that up.

You see, HeavyHand just made bond

and he hasn't talked to Jay in a couple of months

since he got home from jail.

You just came in the picture a couple of weeks ago.

So in my eyes, you still a cop.

- And, what the fuck is you saying?

- Look bro.

I'm saying when he's finds out,

he's gonna try to tie up all ends to get Jay hung.

And if I were you,

I would try to make friends with him before he finds out.

Or not.

It's your choice.

But I think I know him a little better than you do.

- So when he supposed to be getting out?

- Yeah, tomorrow.

But look, we still have a chance to catch up with him

before somebody else try to give him

a different side of the story.

I don't have a loving relationship with him either,

so this affects both of us.

(Officer Hart sighs)

(car purring) (people faintly chattering)

(people faintly chattering)

(floor and chair creaking)

- Hey Jay.

I, I know you're probably surprised to see me,

but I just wanted to make sure you were okay, myself.

(people faintly chattering)

They tell me they're holding you here with no charges.

And they're probably listening

so I don't expect you to say much.

Or anything at all.

Look, I don't need to know why you're here.

But I know you're a good person

and you don't deserve to be in this situation.

Look, I have some people that I can speak to

who can help guys

like you.

I just wanna be there for you like you were there for me.

(people faintly chattering)

(lighter clicking)

(people faintly chattering)

(basketball bouncing)

- Hey man, don't I know you, man?

- You don't know, ol' G.

(upbeat music)

(pen clicking) (upbeat music continues)

(Lailah knocking)

(upbeat music fades)

- Come in.

Hi.

- [Lailah] Hi.

- Attorney Ashley Tillman.

What brings you in today?

- I've never actually had to attain a lawyer before.

So, this is all new for me.

- I get it.

Well, you can start by telling me what you need me to fix.

- Well, I have this childhood friend.

- [Ashley] Mm hmm.

- Actually, boyfriend, actually, childhood boyfriend.

And he-- - Oh, okay.

I got you.

So bae got into a little trouble.

- Bae?

Excuse me.

- I mean, am I right or am I right?

- Listen, this is somebody that I really truly care about,

but not somebody that I've been dealing with.

Look, I just wanna make sure he has somebody

who's in his corner and has his best interest at heart.

That's all.

- All right.

Well, here are my intake forms for retainment.

My fees are at the bottom.

You can show yourself out.

Thanks for coming in.

- Listen,

I know you probably get a bunch of baby mamas in here

trying to get some petty drug dealer outta jail.

But let's be clear.

This is not that.

- Well have a seat.

(upbeat rap music)

* Aye count what you got there huh *

* Kink you did it again *

* She love the way I talk *

* Say the game gone miss me, miss me *

* Made it break a lot *

(loud rap music)

- [Driver] Heavy Fingers!

(Diego speaking Spanish)

- Fuck your police ass want nigga?

Huh?

I's free now, massa.

You can get the fuck out my motherfucking fade nigga.

I'm tryna catch me up vibe.

Nigga unless you got a motherfucking fire

you trying to put in my pocket again.

Old bitch ass nigga.

- What?

What you want a cookie nigga?

- Huh? - Heavy Fingers,

look, we need to talk man.

- Man, what the fuck you doing

with this motherfucking nigga here, man?

You a motherfucking rat or something nigga?

- Look bro, it ain't even like that.

We just need to talk to you before Johnson does.

- Man, look,

fuck you,

fuck a motherfucking Johnson

and fuck your motherfucking ass too nigga.

We shoulda left your bitch ass

on the table with marking nigga.

- I don't know about all that shit.

But I do know if your ass don't get right,

you gonna be right back in prison sitting next to Jay

nigga.

- Man, fuck your bitch ass nigga.

- Oh man. - Fuck you talking about?

(car purring)

- Good afternoon.

(Ashley sighs)

(purse thuds)

(paper rustles)

- Hey, how you doing?

- Well I see that you're busy, so I'll make this quick.

I'll be representing Jeremy Wright.

I believe that you all refer to his alias, King JBoi.

- Wright?

When did this happen?

- I was recently retained.

This is a developing client relationship.

- Well, that explains your lack of knowledge about the case.

There is no case.

So I don't see why he needs any legal representation.

- Exactly.

Why would he need any representation?

Especially if there aren't any official legal actions

taken against him.

However, Mr. Wright is still being detained

while you all conduct your investigation.

And Counselor, you and I both know that that is illegal,

in so many ways.

So, maybe you could provide me with some information

so I could get a better understanding

of what's really going on here.

- Well, Judge Parchman seems to agree with you.

- As he should.

(Frank sarcastically chuckling)

- So I'm still wondering

why your representation is necessary,

but hey, that's none of my business.

Um,

now he hasn't said a word to anybody

since he's been detained, even his cellmates.

So who was it that paid for your retention again?

- Now, Frank,

you know information like that

falls under attorney client privilege,

and some things I just prefer not to say.

- Well, Tillman,

you're very protective over a known, a well known criminal.

I got nothing for you.

- Well see now, that's interesting

because it seems like now I need to be questioning

the integrity of the court,

if he's really being held without charges.

- Damn man, your girl be tripping.

- Man, don't mind her man.

- Well, what's up with you man?

What you been working on?

- Shit, really man, just stressed out man.

That judge finally set the boy free, man.

- Yeah, sound about right.

You heard about HeavyHand getting out?

- Man, yeah, I heard that little fat fucker got out man.

He knows to stay clear of me.

- Yeah, me too.

- We really need to find something

to stick to that boy Jay.

Get his ass next.

- Man, that do make sense.

(cell phone dings)

- For real.

Hold up.

Who dis?

Ah shit.

James say he might got something for us.

- For real?

- Mm hmm.

- What'd he say he got?

- Shit.

He say he still working on it.

Huh, but as soon as he get back to me, I'll let you know.

- Okay, bet, that's a bet.

Well shit, I'm gonna get up outta here bro.

- All right bro.

Show you later.

See your ass in court man.

- Aight, next time I see you better have a suit on.

- [Detective Johnson] Aight.

(Detective Johnson and Officer Hart laughing)

- [Officer Hart] Ol' fat motherfucker.

(Officer Hart lightly knocking)

- Hope it that bitch.

- Oh hell, y'all niggas.

Thought y'all were that bitch.

Got me with Frick and motherfucking Frack.

- Why didn't you tell me y'all was getting a lawyer?

They haven't even pressed charges yet.

And all they gonna do is keep digging deeper and deeper.

- Fuck is you talking about?

Ain't paid no motherfucking lawyer, fool.

- Well somebody did.

I was at court earlier today for another case

and decided to stick around

to see what was happening with the DA office.

Come to find out a attorney is representing them.

- Like I motherfucking said,

I don't know nothing about nobody paying no lawyer.

- Well somebody did.

And let's say you didn't.

But if he hasn't talked to you or anybody else,

somebody is speaking on his behalf

and me and you is unaware of the shit.

(Officer Hart sighs)

Look man,

unlike you, I like my motherfucking freedom

and not knowing who on the wall,

that sound very fucking dangerous to me.

(Officer Hart chuckling)

I thought you was his right hand man,

mister second in command.

- Look nigga,

I'm gonna show you what motherfucking danger.

You standing in my motherfucking fade

and you done sent me to the can.

I don't give a about your freedom nigga.

- Whatever.

- Whatever?

What?

Sheriff Andy Griffith.

Now who is the fucking lawyer anyway?

- I heard her name was Ashley Tillman.

But your ass don't even need to say too much

and she don't even need to know who the fuck you is.

So just chill.

Look man, I gotta get back to the court.

Aight?

- Listen, I'm gonna straighten out who paid that lawyer.

And you, you high yellow motherfucker.

You go see that lawyer

and you let that bitch know

we ain't taking no motherfucking deal.

Now y'all get the fuck out my fade nigga.

- [Officer Hart] Whatever bro.

- The fuck out my fade.

(footsteps stepping away)

(light dramatic music)

(heavy bass music)

(cell phone ringing)

(birds chirping) - Hello?

- [Diego] Lailah?

Or Mrs. King Jboi.

Or whichever you prefer.

- Who is this?

- I'm a friend.

I just want thank you for helping our friend.

I want to reimburse you.

- Wha?

- [Diego] The money is already under the sink.

(birds chirping)

- How did you get in my house?

- I wanna send a message to him.

I mean, no harm.

- Hello ma'am.

That's your coffee.

- Thank you.

(Miss B speaking in foreign language)

- There's someone at the door.

I just see.

- [Miss B] Excuse me, sir.

How can I help you?

- [Shame] Man, I wanna hear

none of this shit. - Excuse me.

Excuse me, sir.

- [Shame] Get your damn hands off me.

- [Miss B] You just cannot get inside like this

without permission. - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

You just cannot burst into my office like this.

- [Shame] No, I'm sorry.

I just need a moment of your time, okay?

That's it.

(Ashley sighs)

- It's okay, B.

- Are you sure?

I couldn't go.

He cannot just get inside like this without permission.

- All right B, okay, it's fine.

I got it from here, thank you.

- You gonna stretch my jacket out

I still, I gotta take this back to the store.

Get your damn hands off of me

before I have to set your ass straight.

Look, I need to know what your connection is

on this case you took on.

Mr. Wright?

Yeah, I know all about that.

- And who are you?

- I'm everything but a co-defendant.

But listen, I ain't really come here to play with you.

Just know it's your job to keep them from digging.

Yeah, I don't give a fuck who paid you.

All I need you to do is do your job

and get him out, okay?

No deals.

- Judge Parchman.

- Yes, Counsel.

- Listen, I understand your commitment to justice for all

and I share that oath with you

and I just want to keep in mind public safety first.

- Frank, public safety is always the priority,

but we're not gonna start sending innocent men

to jail on assumptions.

- [Frank] But Detective Johnson has actual evidence

that can confirm all of our suspicions.

- Yes, yes, that's true, Your Honor.

I have a CI working a murder case of Jay's ex-drug dealer.

We can potentially get enough evidence to place him

or someone close to him at one of the scene of the crimes.

- Like I said, gentlemen, when you have real evidence,

I'll reconsider.

Until then, I plan to dismiss this case tomorrow

and order the immediate release

of Mr. Wright when we reconvene.

- [Frank] We'll have more than enough evidence by then,

Your Honor.

- We shall see.

No reason to discuss further.

(cars purring)

(Officer Hart spits)

- Hey! Mr. Police!

You too scared to be out here without a fire.

- Man, why the fuck y'all strolling at nighttime

looking like y'all kidnapping kids nigga?

- Hear this fuck nigga man? (HeavyHand laughing)

Don't you know we like to kidnap kid.

Fuck 'em in the ass.

Throw 'em over the bridge.

That how it is nigga.

And I don't mind putting that fire

on a motherfucking 12 either.

- You better watch your motherfucking mouth nigga.

- Yeah.

Or what?

Nigga.

The only reason I'm dealing with your motherfucking ass

'cause bro say you

got blood on your motherfucking hands nigga.

- [Officer Hart] Okay.

- [HeavyHand] Yeah.

- [Officer Hart] So you still

ain't answer my question though.

- Yeah. - What the fuck we doing here?

- Look, I already done sent bro to see the lawyer.

She know her motherfucking role.

You better know your motherfucking position

or you'll be the first motherfucker to get

that fire put on their ass nigga.

(Officer Hart laughing)

- He-he.

- You sound real confident nigga.

But your ass don't need to be so arrogant motherfucker.

You heard what the fuck I said nigga.

(cell phone dings)

- Oh shit.

(cell phone dings)

(Detective Johnson grunting)

- Is that Officer Hart?

The fuck.

Hart.

What you done got your ass into?

The fuck is you doing?

Yeah, that's his dumb ass.

- Counsel.

As I stated in the initial hearing,

I'm prepared to dismiss this case and release Mr. Wright

unless your department is prepared

to present anything that can support the allegations

and his continued detainment.

- Your Honor, we have some things in the works

right now as we speak.

If you just grab me a little latitude as far as time.

- Counsel,

the court will not be detaining Mr. Wright unlawfully

any longer without some sort of evidence

to support your accusations presented by your office.

Attorney Tillman?

- Uh yes, Your Honor.

- I assume your client will continue to exercise

his Fifth Amendment rights

and he will not be testifying in his own defense.

Is that correct?

- Yes, Your Honor.

- Well then, seeing that the defendant

nor the state has anything else to add to this matter,

this case will be dismissed

and all charges illegitimately imposed by the state

will be dropped.

Mr. Wright shall be released in the morning

pending no further developments between now and then.

- Your Honor, I would strongly stand in opposition to this.

Our case just needs a little bit more time to be prepared

for a case of this magnitude. - Unfortunately Counsel,

you had your time.

Case dismissed.

(gavel bangs)

- So what's up man?

Where, where's my evidence?

- First off, lower your voice.

Secondly, I might got something.

No, I, I definitely got something,

but gimme, gimme, gimme a minute.

I'ma need some time to work out some details, my guy.

I have enough evidence.

He won't even see freedom tomorrow.

You gotta trust me, aight?

- Your nonchalant ass has not been dependable at all.

- Fair enough.

But this right here. - Look man, look, look.

Just make it happen.

- [Detective Johnson] Say less.

(upbeat music)

* I'on fuck with rappers *

* I'on, I'on *

* I'on fuck with rappers *

* I'on fuck with rappers *

* I'on fuck with rappers *

* You were never in the street, never on the block *

* You aint never hit a lick, never told a Glock *

* I'on fuck with rappers *

* I'on fuck with rappers *

* I'on fuck with rappers *

* I'on fuck with rappers *

(people faintly chatting)

- [Guard] Nice to meet you champ.

(people faintly chatting)

(cell phone ringing)

- [Automation] This is a prepaid call from.

Now.

(cell phone button clicks)

- Hey Jay.

You haven't called me in forever.

Look, I know you can't talk,

but one of your friends called me

and wants me to relay a message.

Some Hispanic guy,

he left money under my sink.

Like I, I don't know what this means but

I'm sure this is the message that he wanted me to tell you.

I don't know.

What?

(people faintly chatting)

(papers rustling)

- Hart.

We have to do better at collecting evidence.

- What'd I do?

- What'd I do?

What happened to the evidence that you

and your partner were supposed to be bringing me?

- To be honest, I have no idea what you talking about.

And I actually really only came in

because I missed a hearing this morning.

What?

We supposed to be giving you evidence?

- Yes.

Johnson said you guys had evidence

that's gonna help me tie this new murder case to Jay.

What, you haven't talked to him?

- No.

I've been pretty busy all morning

and I'm pretty sure I'll talk to him sometime today.

- Well, I hope so.

Listen, I need you guys to do your job

so I can do my job.

- Did he mention

which murder case could be connected to Jay?

- It was some guy named Lake that was killed

and his cousin Bobby used to work for Jay.

Now Johnson believes that Jay is cleaning house.

Now the cousin Bobby is on a run just like Tae and G.

And we have no murder weapons, we have no witnesses,

we have no shooters in custody.

But there's supposed to be footage of the actual shooting.

- He ain't mention no footage to me.

But hey, stop worrying.

We doing all we can to help get this case sealed.

Aight?

Stop tripping man. You good.

(Frank sighs)

(Frank sharply exhales)

(paper lightly rustling)

- Yo, what's up?

- [Officer Hart] You dumb ass!

You didn't check to see if there was any fucking cameras?

- The fuck is you talking about nigga?

- The fucking ride-along you insisted I take with you.

- Ride-along?

Nigga don't put my name in this shit.

- Nigga it sound like you talking too much

on that motherfucking phone.

Who the fuck you got listening in?

- Listening in?

Motherfuckers I'm just as deep as you two dumb fucks!

You sloppy motherfuckers!

- Nigga you don't know who the fuck you talking to nigga.

Huh?

You better know where you fall

on that motherfucking food chain.

- Man. Listen.

Johnson got footage from the fucking shooting

and now he wants to meet.

- Nah, you meet up first. - Me, where?

- Fuck that nigga. - What he say?

- Man, fuck that pig.

You know what, you know what the motion is.

Fuck 12.

(fingernails clicking)

- Hey.

- Hey, Miss?

- Lailah.

- Lailah.

Yes.

I'm surprised to see you here today.

Is something wrong?

Did someone reach out to you?

- No.

- [Ashley] Okay.

- No one reached out,

from the courts.

- Okay.

Are you sure you're okay?

Because I thought you would be way more surprised

to hear about his release.

- Release?

- Oh, you weren't at the hearing?

Yes, the DA's office couldn't find any supporting evidence

so the judge has to let him go

and he'll be released by morning time.

- Oh no, I didn't know.

Well, I'm happy you were able to represent him

and ensure his just treatment.

- Yes, I'm just happy I could help out.

- Right. - Okay?

- Yeah.

- Hmm.

- Look, I know we don't have much history together,

but I feel like we share a common feeling

about this situation.

At the end of the day, bro,

you know like I know he on the other side.

- Right. - That man,

he can switch up on us whenever he feel like it.

- Man, listen.

That motherfucker play if he want to.

I don't mind putting a cop in a motherfucking blunt.

You heard me?

- But man, shit.

I feel you but,

at the same time, bro,

you know he can play this shit to the point

we can't even make a move, bro.

Nigga did you just get out

'cause they tried to put the squeeze up on you?

- Yeah.

But fuck 'em.

But listen.

Say Shame,

what the fuck you saying man?

- It don't look like you mind

taking up disciplinary actions to me.

Man, what?

What you think we should do, bro?

- You know what?

I really don't mind.

But this shit here look different man.

Know what I mean? - Yeah,

is does look different.

- Listen, we gonna have to put the squeeze on him.

Put the pressure down on him.

Have his bitch ass doing a shoe.

Yeah.

- Yeah, I like how you think, bro.

- You know what?

I'm glad we kept your ass around nigga.

Yeah.

- Yeah, y'all some smart motherfuckers.

(faint rhythmic music)

(lighter clicks)

(people faintly chattering)

(faint rhythmic music continues)

(train whistle blowing)

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

(cars purring)

(Shame and HeavyHand faintly chattering)

- [HeavyHand] Glad you know how to take instructions,

fuck nigga.

- Yeah, whatever.

What the fuck I'm meeting you for?

I need to be getting to him before he gets suspicious dude.

- I don't want him doing that.

But you gonna call me

and keep me on the phone.

I'm gonna be listening in

and the first time I hear that fuck shit

I'm gonna kill both of y'all to damn night.

- What if he find out?

Like, all this.

- That's for me to worry about.

You just do what the fuck I told you to do.

Fuck I look like putting my life in your hand?

Come nigga.

Get that.

This nigga.

Handle your motherfucking business.

(Officer Hart sighs)

- [Officer Hart] Can you hear me, man?

- Yeah, I can hear you.

Just go ahead and handle that business.

We'll be right here.

(ominous music)

(Detective Johnson heavily breathing)

(Officer Hart grunts)

- What up Brody?

- What's good man?

- Chillin'.

Damn boy, you a busy man ain't you?

(Officer Hart chuckles)

I been calling you all day.

- Yeah, my bad man.

I been in and out of court.

You know how that shit go.

- Man, no.

Ain't that much court in the world, bro.

- Well what's going on?

I heard James has some leads for us.

- Hmm.

Yeah.

He definitely got some leads.

That's what the fuck we need to talk about.

Hm.

(ominous music)

He seen your surveillance of that shooting.

Fuck going on man?

I mean, you can talk to me.

I mean,

we gotta drop this badge out to go handle that shit man,

just let me know.

- What, what, what, what you, what you mean?

- Please tell me,

they got a drop on your family or something.

That you ain't choose to be on the wrong side of the law

and go on with that motherfucking weirdo.

What's going on man?

Hey.

Is it money?

Hey.

Promotion at the department?

- Man fuck you nigga!

- Fuck me?

Nigga I'm trying to, I'm trying to hold you down nigga.

- Look bro, this shit deeper than you.

And it's deeper than the motherfucking department nigga.

Some people just built different.

(Officer Hart chuckles)

(gun clicks)

(ominous music)

(Detective Johnson sucks teeth)

- So this is what it come down to, Brody?

- Mm hmm.

- Okay.

(lighter clicks)

(cell phone buzzing)

That's James calling right now.

You know he know everything, right?

Think about this shit man.

(Officer Hart sighs)

You willing to risk your whole life,

everything you worked for, for what?

Get that motherfucker's do boy?

- Why you just ain't let this shit go man?

Huh?

Shoulda just let this shit go nigga.

(gun blasts) (ominous music continues)

(upbeat music)

* Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah *

* Aye count what you got there huh *

* Know what I'm talkin' 'bout *

* He-heh-He *

* Kink you did it again *

* Straight up out the hood *

* Bitch my name ring bells *

* Fuck that nigga bitch *

* Never kiss, never tell, yeah *

* I built an empire *

* I did the shit with no help *

* Applied pressure, I done gave a fuck nigga hell *

- [Jay] Later.

- Yo, Jay.

(muffled rap music continues)

I got this out evidence room for you.

It's your time, right?

They told me take you wherever you need to go.

(muffled rap music continues)

- Fuck.

James calling.

- Answer the damn phone nigga.

(Officer Hart sighs)

- [Officer Hart] Yo.

- [James] Hart.

Yo bro,

I've been reaching out to Johnson all day

and ain't got no answer.

We were supposed to deliver this evidence to the court.

Have you talked to him today?

- Nah, no I haven't.

I missed court myself this morning.

I mean, it been a long week so he probably felt it too.

- [James] Nah bro.

Nah, I hear you bro.

I'm just, I'm just checking bro.

I guess we could take another crack at it in the morning.

Oh yeah,

they let Jay out bro.

Watch your back.

- Aight.

Fuck.

- Amigos.

Eh, take it easy.

Calm down.

And now I gonna need a favor from you.

Okay?

You, you know or all free Ego?

I need push out of my territory.

(Diego speaking in Spanish)

Okay?

(Jay knocking)

- [Jay] What's up?

- Hey.

(Lailah and Jay chuckle)

- Got a nice place.

- Thank you.

You know I been working hard.

- I see.

(Jay clears throat)

So, tell me,

how did you know about what was going on

and what made you bring me here?

- Actually I spoke with Passion

and she made a good point

about me coming to see you.

So, you know,

I have to come check on you myself.

- Hmm.

Well, I hear you.

So, now what?

- I, I didn't really think that far.

I guess I was just dealing with what was in front of me.

Like back in the day.

It's one of my biggest fears, getting a call from a lawyer

or worse,

somebody calling me and telling me you were dead.

- Hmm.

Yeah.

That's why you left.

So, what really brought you back?

- No, that's not why I left.

I left because of your fan club.

- Fan club?

- Yeah, fan club.

Every week there was a new girl trying to fight me over you.

It got so tiring.

- Yeah, I don't remember it that way.

I guess our experiences were just a little different.

- What's your experience right now?

Do you feel what I feel?

(slow rap music)

* Yeah, yeah *

* Yeah, yeah *

* I know you miss it girl *

* Aye count what you got there huh *

* Tell me how you feel, speak your mind for me *

* Slow your thought, baby take your time for me *

* Let me in your mind, what you hiding from me *

* I been on her mind, she said she down for me *

* Say she miss this fire, she been through, oh dawg *

* She need to kiss this fire, she can't help, oh dawg *

* Rollin' up these papers, takin' clothes off *

(woman moaning)

(chair squeaking)

(cell phone ringing)

- [Passion] Hey, what's up?

- You know Jay out, right?

I know you said the judge wasn't gonna keep him long

but I'm still surprised he was able to shake that.

- Well, I'm glad he's out right now.

You know I heard Lailah tryna step in.

- As she should, right?

- [Passion] I guess.

Mmm.

- Mmm, you sound bothered.

You plan to reach out to him?

I know he seent you in court.

- Mmm, I don't know.

I'm gonna let him get his thoughts together.

You know, I don't wanna complicate things right now,

but you right, he did see me.

- Yeah, I feel you.

But you know he still want to hear from you.

- Mm, I'll think about it.

But sis, I'ma talk to you later.

I gotta finna to handle some business.

- Okay, just hit me up if you need me.

- Hey Jay, I know that you're out.

Slide through, maybe?

It'll be good to see your face.

(fingernails clicking)

If that's okay.

- What's up Frank?

- Hey, I was, I was trying to see

if you had heard anything from Johnson.

I was looking for him.

- I haven't talked to Johnson in a few days.

I mean, we kind of been on bad terms.

- Oh man.

I just been trying to get in touch with him

for the past few days myself.

Um, I was just hoping that, you know,

you could gimme some good news.

Ease my mind up a little bit, you know what I mean?

(Frank chuckles)

- I mean, I wish I could, but I'm sure he's good.

He probably laid up some new female per usual.

- Oh no, I mean, I hope not, I mean I, I'm hoping he's okay.

I mean,

well I, I'm hoping he's not just laid up some random female.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Look, just lemme know when you do talk to him.

(Johnson's Old Lady sighs)

(cars purring)

- Hey.

- Hey.

It's been a minute.

How you been?

- It has been a minute and I've been good.

I'm glad to see that you're finally out.

- Yeah, I'm glad to be out.

I seen you in court.

I was glad to see a familiar face.

- We got history.

I'm not going anywhere.

I'm gonna always ride for you and you know that.

- Yeah.

It's always good to see when you in that kind of position,

you know?

People always say they with you but,

you know, it's a different thing

when you see it in real time.

- Mm.

Speaking of,

I see your girl, she came through.

(Jay chuckles)

Uh huh.

- Yeah she did, huh?

Sounded like you put her up to it.

- I did not.

I definitely didn't put her up to it,

but I did see her around

so I thought she should come support you.

You need to see a familiar face.

- Definitely needed that.

- Guess I sure of myself, huh?

- Hmm.

(car purring) (ominous music)

- [Bystander] Hello, 9-1-1?

This nigga got shot.

(ominous music)

- What?!

Your Honor?

- Yes, Counsel.

- Have you heard anything?

- Heard what, Counsel?

- Johnson.

Johnson was found shot and killed.

- Shot?

Killed?

Where's this information coming from?

- I, I have people on the ground that keep me informed and.

Oh this is not good man.

Did we make a mistake?

- Protecting people's constitutional rights

is never a mistake, Counsel.

What people do with the privilege

determines whether they keep 'em or not.

When was this discovered?

- They found him today.

They said that he's been out there for over 12 hours.

- Well, Mr. Wright wasn't released until this morning

and he didn't speak with anybody

the whole time he was detained.

What makes you think that he's been involved?

- Well I don't,

but at least we can agree

that this all seems a little bit too convenient.

- Maybe.

But that's why the police will do the police work

and we'll proceed with what's presented.

(paper lightly rustling)

(paper lightly rustling)

- It's the man himself.

JBoi, what's happening?

- The fuck going on?

- Hold up, hold up, JBoi listen.

You remember Ego driver, Diego.

Man, you know Diego.

- Like I told you lady,

I am a friend.

- The fuck?

- Hold on, hold on, hold on.

We started the organization

way before Ego was in the picture.

Soon as Ego got in the picture, shit went left field.

- Ego is a selfish (speaking Spanish).

And I am not just his driver.

I was sent here for the family to watch him.

They don't trust him either.

And since I've been here

everything he's done was fuck up.

And now

I'm ready to take over

(Diego sniffs)

and I need your help.

- You need my help?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Shit, it might be good for the all of us, for real.

- You think this will be good for us or good for you?

I just, I, I don't think that's for you to say.

I mean this is who we all work for, right?

Why don't we let him decide what's the move or not?

- Hmm, sound like you making a move against the family.

- No.

It's model time.

But

if I can break up

his operation,

hit him his import,

I can easily have it reroute to me.

And then

you can work directly to me

and make more money than you ever made in your life.

- Hmm.

Nah see it sound like you recruiting soldiers.

I'm on my way out anyway so that don't work for me.

- So are you done?

Well, if you help make this happen,

I make sure you work as a friend of the family.

See?

I have the power.

You see the guard?

He work for me.

You'll forever be protected.

(Jay sniffs)

- So what's the plan?

- Well, I've been watching his perros.

They are sloppy, stupidos.

We will catch them.

- Hmm.

And you don't expect Ego to retaliate?

(Diego slowly chuckling)

- Ego?

I will take care Ego by myself.

I will kill this motherfucker with my own hands.

- Okay.

- Yes!

For a lifetime partnership.

- Listen James, I'm not gonna be long.

I just wanted to say,

I know Johnson really trusted you

and I'm not sure what's going on,

but I need you, man.

They found Johnson shot dead today.

Listen, I trust you.

I worked with Johnson for years in the courtroom

making sure justice was served

and we were able to protect the public from criminals

such as the animal we're trying to keep caged up now.

You do what you got to do.

If we can tie him to this murder,

no judge in the country is gonna protect him.

(muffled rap music)

- Ohh, I like this look on you.

It's elegant

and dangerous.

- You funny.

- My little hood baby.

Quiet as kept.

- Hm.

You been holding it down?

- Well, like I always say,

some shit just don't never change.

- Some shit gotta change.

- What do you mean?

- I just mean that maybe it's time for

some things to change.

I had just started my business just before all that

and um,

I feel that it just brought me closer to my purpose.

You know what?

I think you what I've been missing.

- That's how you feel?

* You know I got the vision baby *

* Grindin' I made a way *

* I did it with precision baby *

* Grindin' I made a way *

* You been what I'm missing baby *

* Grindin' I made a way *

* You know I got the vision baby *

- Where's Jay?

- Be patient.

He's on his way.

- Where, where's the little cop?

- I sent him home.

This grown folk business.

We don't fuck with 12.

Mm-mm, we don't fuck with 12, bro.

(Jay lightly nocking)

- Yeah. - Oh there it is.

- We good to go?

- Of course.

- Hold up, hold up.

I feel like this some shit I need to take care of alone.

I feel like this my debt to pay.

- Yeah, bro.

You know we rock with you.

- Come on bro.

You know what the fuck going on bro.

We got you.

Shit, for life nigga.

- Plus me,

I'ma have to show them how I get down

if I'ma be working with him.

For real.

- I feel you,

but uh,

I want out.

And shit,

I feel like this some shit I gotta do myself.

- You think you the only one want out, bro?

Shit nigga, I want out too.

- Y'all niggas a trip.

Look,

y'all feel like y'all gonna just walk free?

See I still run around out here.

Nigga we just had Johnson hit.

Know what I mean?

But look,

but I tell you what though.

You go ahead and handle that dude.

We can handle that CI situation

(ominous music)

- Bet.

(upbeat rap music)

* Aye count what you got there huh *

* I'm a real power in these streets *

* Kink, you did it again *

* I had dope in the floor *

* Money stacked to the ceiling *

* Gave the game all my heart *

* It had me lost in my feelings *

* When I showed them my pain *

* They just painted a villain *

* But I come from the bottom *

* So I'm standing on business *

- Hey Jay.

I know it's late

and no, I'm not tryna complicate things

(fingernails clicking)

but,

I think you should slide through.

Is that okay?

(muffled rap music continues)

(Passion lightly moans)

(fingernails lightly tapping)

(Passion lightly moans)

* On the block in the post *

* Tryna get 'em to face up *

* I'm the man, I'm the GOAT *

* They gotta get a debate up *

* Yeah I did it alone, yeah I did it no favors *

* I had dope in the floor *

(louder rap music)

* Money stacked to the ceiling *

* Gave the game all my heart *

* It had me lost in my feelings *

* When I showed them my pain *

* They just painted a villain *

* But I come from the bottom *

* So I'm standing on business *

* Gotta put in the work *

* Yeah my dues have been paid off *

- Hey.

Ain't that bro right there?

Goddamn, bro.

Man let me get my hands dirty one time.

Damn nigga, you tryna get all the kills, huh?

(upbeat rap music)

* I did the impossible *

* So I couldn't stay modest *

* I don't need your support *

* I'ma get it regardless *

* Made a way out the trenches *

* I was destined for power *

* Yeah I put in the time *

* They know I put in my hours *

* It all started the same *

* I know they feel a lil sour *

(muffled rap music)

- Should have just stayed your ass out the way.

(gun shot blasts)

* Skippin' class, sellin' dope in the park *

* I had a dream, I had a vision *

* So I gave it my heart *

* I had dope in the floor *

* Money stacked to the ceiling *

* Gave the game all my heart *

* Had me lost in my feelings *

* When I showed them my pain *

* They just painted a villain *

* But I come from the bottom *

* So I'm standing on business *

(ominous music)

(Diego speaking Spanish)

(ominous music)

(ominous music fades)

(ominous music)

(Diego speaking Spanish)

(Diego grunting)

(ominous music)

(cell phone ringing)

- Hey.

- [Jay] I'm on the way home now.

- Okay.

Good.

- It's all good, I took care of it.

Uh-huh.

Okay.

Okay.

Alright.

- I already took care of that nigga James.

That should buy you some more time

so you can figure out what your next move is.

- Shit, that nigga Hart got to go.

- Nah shit, Hart gotta go.

- Can't sleep til that nigga dead, huh?

I feel you.

- As a matter of fact, leave that gun there too.

That should solve they little mystery.

They ain't been trusting Hart no way.

- Right.

- And the dead man can't talk.

- Huh.

I'm gone kill that nigga tonight.

Yeah.

- This nigga crazy, boy.

- Man.

Quiet as kept,

bro, you really got a story to tell for real.

Need to drop a mix tape or something.

Or write this shit in a movie or something.

Shit, I know a photographer.

He gone fuck with you on the price

just off the strength of me.

Let me text him.

- Hey man.

This shit too real for movies man.

(Jay chuckling)

- If they don't do the mix tape, bro, or the movie,

shit, what's next?

- Shit.

I guess we'll see.

Shit.

Lil hood baby finally out the hood.

(Jay chuckling)

- I see you got the hoodie on and shit.

- [Jay] Yeah.

- Need to get me one made.

I'm gonna hit you bro.

- [Jay] Aight.

(metal gate thuds)

(slow rap music)

* Aye count what you got there huh *

* Know what I'm talkin' 'bout *

* Kink, you did it again *

* Yeah I made it places dare a mo won't go *

* I made a lil money just want a lil mo' *

* I remember the days I had to sleep on the floor *

* I was stuck in the trap *

* Took a trip to the store *

(muffled rap music)

(Jay chuckles)

- [Passion] Hey.

- Hey.

Hmm.

So what's on your mind?

- Look, I'm not trying to intrude

but you know where I stand.

I was there.

Ain't nothing changed.

- Yeah I know.

I feel the same.

- Look, I know I wasn't like you and Lailah, being official.

I mean we was official.

Unofficial.

Eh, a lil bit.

(Jay chuckles)

- Yeah I know.

- You do?

* I remember them days I had to sleep on the floor *

* I was stuck in the trap *

* Took a trip to the coast *

* In the whip with the doors open *

* In the crib with the doors open *

* I pray for these doors open *

* I pray for these doors open *

(HeavyHand knocking)

(Officer Hart sighs)

- Who is it?

- [HeavyHand] It's your boss, boy.

- Man, I thought you was that little informant

that be with the arresting unit, boy.

- Yeah that nigga ended up dead.

(Officer Hart chuckles)

(ominous music) - Come on man.

- Yo.

(gun blasts)

Fuck nigga.

(ominous music)

(cell phone ringing)

- [Jay] Yo, Tae, what up?

- Bro, what's up bro?

Been meanin', nigga glad you out this motherfucker.

- Shit, yeah, I'm here.

- I just wanna let you know man,

you know I'm forever loyal.

Nigga loyalty is everything.

This shit just get fucked up sometimes

but you know we rocking 'til the wheel fall off.

Shit'll never change.

Shit just crazy though, bro, 'cause

I was at the park the other day

watchin' these lil niggas hoop.

Man I could see us in these young niggas, bro.

Like the shit really fucked me up, cuz.

Like the next generation, they need motherfuckers like us

to show 'em the way.

- Yeah, shit.

Bro, I made my move.

It's time for me to focus on the next phase of my life.

- Shit, you know I'm with you nigga.

Just get with me, let me know.

- For sure.

Get with me, bro.

Aight.

(Shame sharply exhales)

- Yo, Bobby.

This Shame.

I know I'm probably the last motherfucker

you wanted to hear from.

But listen bro,

I was there.

Saw the whole thing.

Watched that motherfucking cop kill Lake.

And I finally got to him.

Look I,

I don't expect us to

be friends again but

just felt like you should know.

(Jay's footsteps slowly tapping)

(Jay sighs)

- You had to change for your business meeting?

- Um.

Yeah, I had to tie up some loose ends

and had to leave some stuff behind me, you know?

- Is everything okay?

(Jay chuckles)

- Yeah.

Beyond it.

(cell phone buzzing)

(cell phone buzzing)

(upbeat rap music)

* Yeah, yeah *

* Aye count what you got there huh *

* I'm in this bitch with a Drake nigga, yeah *

* Street niggas *

* Fuck you talkin' 'bout *

* Kink, you did it again *

* I been the man out the block *

* I told them keep the faith *

* I'm lil hood baby *

* See the grind I made a way *

* I ran it up, I did a number *

* Shit they really impressed now *

* Give a fuck nigga and that hoe doubt it *

* Just gettin' it off my chest now *

* Fuck them niggas, I don't fuck with them niggas *

* Cold hearted, like fuck they feelings *

* Huddled around, I don't trust them niggas *

* They play with me, that's a cold heart killin' *

* Street nigga I been the man *

* Gold boy I made a hundred bands *

* Ten toes, I double stand *

* Stay hatin' on me, they really fans *

* Been that nigga, gotta let them know *

* Heart real cold, gotta leave you froze *

* Hit my phone, gotta talk in code *

* In the trap, gotta catch the low *

* Too focused, in a different mode *

* Ran it up, I was flippin' dough *

* Talkin' on me, I swear they pro *

* Hatin' on me, feel it in my soul *

* Made it out and I made it happen *

* In the streets and I made it trappin' *

* Talkin' on me, need closed caption *

* Big ma, bitch, I'm the captain *

* Now niggas 'bout all that action *

* Shoulda moved when I'm callin' cash in *

* Shooters with me never lackin' *

* Ran it up, count it back in *

* Know that I'm the man, put it on my soul *

* Got it out the mud, bitch I made a bankroll *

* Still doin' numbers, screaming fuck my foes *

* Still a trap nigga, bet I'll never go broke, nah *

* I been the man off the block, I told 'em keep the faith *

* I'm lil hood baby, see the grind I made a way *

* I ran it up, I did a number *

* Shit, they really impressed now *

* Give a fuck nigga and that hoe doubted *

* Just gettin' it off my chest now *

* Fuck them niggas, I don't fuck with them niggas *

* Cold heart, like fuck they feelings *

* Huddled 'round, I don't trust them niggas *

* They play with me, that's a cold heart killin' *

* Street nigga, I been the man *

* Gold boy, made a hundred bands *

* Ten toes, I double stand *

* Stay hatin' on me, they really fans *

* Doubted me, they shoulda hold *

* Know they hurt, gotta let it soak *

* Know they sleep, gotta get 'em woke *

* Kept it real, gotta let 'em quote *

* Got a pretty lil bitch, she open doors *

* Double up, I cracked the code *

* They spiff, they gettin' bold *

* Energy gotta let them know *

* Plan it up, go 'head relax *

* Couple band, blew it all in Saks. *

* I paid the dues, you pay the tax *

* Speakin' truth, can't leave the facts *

* You see the money up in my closet *

* Honestly been sellin' dope *

* Yeah nigga had it on the low *

* Out the mud I gave my whole *

* Know that I'm the man, put it on my soul *

* Got it out the mud, bitch I made a bankroll *

* Still doin' numbers, screamin' fuck my foes *

* Still a trap nigga, bet I never go broke *

* I been the man, out the block I told 'em keep the faith *

* I'm lil hood baby, see the grind I made a way *

* I ran it up, I did a number *

* Shit, they really impressed now *

* Give a fuck nigga and that hoe doubted *

* Just gettin' it off my chest now *

* Fuck them niggas, I don't fuck with them niggas *

* Cold heart, like fuck they feelings *

* Huddled 'round, I don't trust them niggas *

* They play with me, that's a cold heart killin' *

* Street nigga, I been the man *

* Gold boy, made a hundred bands *

* Ten toes, I double stand *

* Stay hatin' on me, they really fans *

* Ha, ha, ha, ha *

(upbeat rap music fades)