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Previously on Raising Kanan...

You takin' all of 'Nique's old corners.

Crew the fuck up and get out
on that track, my nigga.

- Far as I heard, 'Nique is gone.
- How you know?

'Cause we takin' all his shit

and he ain't doin' nothin' 'bout it.

That was y'all on 150 last night?

No doubt.

I find out you're still working here,

Queens will be so full of Sicilian hitters.

- We're finished.
- But I still gotta figure out

how to get us paid.

We goin' to Manhattan.

It's gonna be your home base.

You either pickin' up product

or you droppin' off money.

You're here because I've vouched

for your discretion
and trustworthiness, Tiana.

Count me in.

I ain't askin' for no work
from you, Joaquin.

I just want a name.

I know you know other players.

I need the cash and I need it now.

I may have a buyer from overseas.

I want you to know.

I don't like the idea of you
and her working together.

Noted.

Your mother, she's linked up

with Pino Bernardi

and this Jew broad, Flossie Siegel,

who's got a stable of whores

that are now moving your
mother's weight around the city.

We heard Breeze
been playin' you to the left

for some new kid.

Fuck you, Kanan.

I help you out
and you help me out in exchange.

There's no turning back for either of us.

I'll kill you.

Maybe she didn't take out Fame.

- You believe her?
- Raq and me done.

- She dead to me already.
- Roll up,

spray them niggas, and jet.

Yo, look out!

How are you feeling?

I'm sad.

I'm angry.

I wanna work wit' you.

I don't want that for you.

These hos are gonna
come and go all night.

You collect they money.

Riff got another job for you.

Can't. Flossie hit me.

I got a trick across town. New guy.

Can't be late.

What's your name?

Whatever you want it to be.

When shit working right out on the track,

it's like some basketball niggas

on a fast break.

Rock don't even touch the floor.

And nothin' move faster than the money.

On a good day,

that shit roll in like a fuckin' blizzard.

You can't dig yourself out from it

before that shit gonna pile
the fuck up again.

Those are the best days, man.

Those are days make you feel like

you gon' do this shit forever.

The work gonna always move.

The money never gon' stop.

All right.

We gettin' paid.

Paid and paid and paid, nigga.

- Corner don't ever stop.
- What I tell you?

But soon as you start thinkin' like that...

you gonna get checked

'cause good times just like
the first of the month.

Shit over quick.

Nigga think he somebody now.

What's the word, Taz?

Word is you ain't about shit.

Word is that other corner got hit

because you ain't had
the lookouts posted up

where they were supposed to be.

That ain't how it went down.

Don't even matter. This shit ain't nothin'

I need to talk to you about anyway.

You talk when I tell you to talk.

Whatever you say.

You got that right, nigga.

It is whatever I say.

Protect your block, little niggas.

How you know...

if somebody...

gone to Heaven?

You don't know.

My job, if you wanna call it that,

is to try to put people
in the best position possible

so they can gain entry to Heaven.

But we don't ever know if they get there.

I'm not sure what kind
of situation Lou was in

as far as Heaven concerned.

We all struggle.

But all that matters
is the purity of our hearts

when we face God.

And I'm sure Lou's heart was pure.

How is your heart, Marvin?

I can't call it.

Well, you lost your brother.

Profound pain like that
can numb your emotions.

You should come to church this Sunday.

Communion with God
and our congregation

could ease your burden.

At the very least, you'll see
that you're not alone.

So, you can't tell

who go to Heaven and who don't.

That's between each of us and God.

God gon' judge my daughter

for my bullshit?

Your daughter's journey
is hers and hers alone.

She'll get to heaven all on her own.

And so will you.

No matter who you are
or what you've done,

God forgives everybody.

I ain't everybody, pastor.

You always land on your feet.

My feet always on the ground, Joaquin.

Standin' on this work.

Look...

Manhattan not the Southside.

We ain't gotta worry about
Stefano Marchetti in the city.

Shit's wide open.

Manhattan is a much more
competitive marketplace.

Prices are always moving.

I made this clear to you

before I introduced you to Mr. Bernardi.

I'm fuckin' with a clientele
that ain't worried about price.

It's all about the product
and the service provided.

I got my horse covered.

But these white motherfuckers
love them some powder.

I know your product top-shelf,

and we got prior business together,

so this shit should be easy.

But we have
a complicated past, you and me.

I'm here about the future, Joaquin.

Not the past.

I'm tryin' to get you paid.

If you not interested,

there's gotta be at least
fifty Dominicans up the block

that's gonna want to get down.

I'm interested.

I'm always interested.

- Here you go.
- Thanks.

Where's the rest of it?

I'm workin' on gettin' the rest.

I must be a fuckin' idiot
trustin' a goddamn kid.

We don't do this shit
on a fuckin' installment plan.

I'm gonna get you all of it,
I just need a minute.

I think you need to comprehend
the seriousness

of what the fuck this is.

I put my ass on the line

in a way that threatens
everything in my fucking life

and you're showing up here
with a light fuckin' envelope?

This is grown-up business, Laverne.

And when you're grown up

and you don't pay your bills on time,

bad fuckin' things happen.

Get me my money...

or I'ma cut off your fuckin' water.

Your piece.

Looks like business is booming.

We gettin' there.

Lot of room to grow, though.

Raquel...

Where the fuck you been my whole life?

Queens.

Yeah, that's exactly where you've been.

Which is part of the problem.

I need you to do me a favor.

Go talk to Stefano,

see if the two of you can come
to some kind of understanding.

He's making a lot of noise
about our arrangement.

It's become an aggravation.

And I already got enough
aggravation in my life.

Me and him talked already.
Ain't nothin' else to say.

No, no, no, no. He's bent all out of shape

'cause you relocated
just across the East River.

You hurt his precious fuckin' feelings.

Look, Marchetti is bitching
about our thing

to the powers that be.

I can't have this disagreement

get any bigger than it already is.

A little kindness goes a long way, Raquel.

Show him some respect.

He'll settle down.

This nigga want me to kiss
the ring I fuckin' paid for.

Yo.

Doin' this drop-off.

Gonna put it right here.

You hear about Kanan and Taz?

They was beefin'.

Ask me?

Taz was tryin' to get Kanan
to throw the fuck down.

But Kanan maintained.

Shit gonna get heated again, though.

'Cause them niggas ain't got
no love between them.

A'ight then, man. I'ma get at you later.

You tell him it's
no skin off my back either way.

All right? Thanks.

Come on.

I told Pino there was no point
in us talking.

Told him the same thing.

Then why are you here?

Because my new business partner
asked me to do this

and I respect the people I work with.

You don't even know
what the fuck respect means.

Hey, and I got
a new business partner too.

Yeah, he's- and he's got
one of them nicknames

you people love so much.

- Breeze.
- Aha. That's the one.

And he's not giving me problems
like you did.

Well, if you so happy then stop bitching

to Pino Bernardi about me

like some sorry nigga

who can't get past his feelings
after the breakup.

Shit's over between us.
Move the fuck on.

Hey, I don't care if you got.

Pino fuckin' Bernardi's next kid

cookin' in your fuckin' womb,

you don't ever speak to me like that.

I'll put you in the fuckin' ground.

Look, Pino said you wanted to talk to me,

but you tellin' me you ain't got shit to say.

Which is it?

What the fuck do you want
from me, Stefano?

I want a piece of your business
with Pino.

Yeah, consider it a, you know,
a breakup fee.

A tax you gotta pay
for leaving me at the altar.

I ain't leave shit.

You the one who deaded our deal.

I earned for you, Stefano.

I more than held up my fuckin' end.

I ain't breakin' you off nothin'.

Hey, I shoulda taken you
and your brother out

when I had the fuckin' chance.

You shoulda.

Well, Pino can't protect you forever.

Fuck forever.

I'm here right now.

You run your business, I'll run mine.

Taz came up short.

Nigga need to get checked.

Word.

I got this.

I just keep hearing about Breeze.

I ain't seen him yet.

Well...

Stefano talkin' all sorts of shit

about how good that nigga dick taste.

And if Kanan workin' with Breeze,

that mean Kanan
fuckin' with Stefano too.

Me and you in a good
spot right now, Marvin,

and we can't let nothin'
and nobody fuck that up.

Connect's in place,

and I signed the papers on the mall

so we got that cash too.

We flush as hell.

Who the fuck buyin'
that broke-down shit?

Fool from out the country.

Paid cash.

Dumb motherfucker overpaid too.

Shit, let me sell this nigga my crib then.

Stefano gonna make a move on us.

We gotta get in front of that shit.

Who you tellin'? I been sayin' this.

Well, it can't be our people
doin' the work, though.

We gotta protect our self with Pino.

Pino gonna know it was us behind it

no matter who we use.

Well, of course he is.

But we need to give him enough cover

that he can say as far as he know

we ain't have shit to do with it.

I can reach out to Memphis,

see if them crackers want it.

Fuck it.

Make the call.

It's cool to see your apartment.

I just didn't want to fuck
with a hotel again.

They ask too many questions.

And I wanted you to see where I live.

So you can know me better.

You been with other girls?

What?

For real?

You think you the first girl
I done fucked with?

Come on, man.

I'm talkin' about escorts.

Call girls. You ever...
been with another one?

Nah.

Nah.

You the first.

You fine...

you young, seem like you got
a little money.

You not the usual type date I get.

This shit wit' you
just seem easier, I guess.

Most girls want more than I wanna give.

But I still wanna... You know.

Smash.

Yeah. Smash.

Not all girls gon' press on you
like that, though.

Some just want what you want.

How a dime like you wind up
doin' this shit, Tiana?

I got a brother who's special needs,

and a grandmother who's in rehab.

Somebody gotta pay for all that

and a bachelor's in psychology
isn't gonna get it done.

Least you ain't out at Hunts Point

or some bootleg shit like that.

Flossie take care of us.

Flossie?

She your pimp?

Shit. I got work.

Middle of the fuckin' day?

These tricks don't be playin'.

It's not that kind of work.

Me and a few other girls
got a side hustle.

Well, side hustles are good.

Ain't like it's much better than trickin'.

We movin' dope.

Mostly just deliveries.

Flossie, the lady I work for,

she linked up with this drug dealer

who works out of this
old club in the Village,

and...

Why the fuck am I tellin' you all this?

'Cause you like me.

I do like you.

You're not fat,

50 years old, and got four kids,
like most of these tricks,

which makes it less...

fucked up for me somehow.

Blow that other shit off today.

That delivery, whatever the fuck it is,

call in sick.

Kick it wit' me.

I can't.

You can.

- Have a good ride, sir.
- All right. Thank you.

- Hey, John.
- Hi, guys.

They growin' you shitkickers extra ugly

down on the fuckin' farm.

Ain't no farms in Memphis.

This me.

Thank you so much.

Thank you very much for all your help.

Whatever she want,

I'm payin' for.

Make sense?

What you like?

I wanna go.

Nah, whatever you want...

I wanna get the fuck outta here, Kanan.

What the fuck is goin' on, Tiana?

You know exactly what's goin' on.

I don't.

You're fuckin' with my head, Kanan.

You-you thinkin' you can buy me
a couple dresses

and turn this ho into a princess?

And that shit isn't real.

This...

isn't real.

Wanted to do something nice
for you, that's all.

Turns out you just like
all these other guys

I was talkin' about.

Tryin' to make me into somethin' I'm not.

You pay me to fuck you, Kanan.

I'm a ho.

Hos don't wear dresses?

I like you, Tiana.

That's all.

All this other shit you talkin' 'bout,

that's in your head, not mine.

You don't even know my real name.

So tell me then.

Jarita.

Stefano house.

He's got some security.

But nothin' too heavy.

Kanan ain't tell me his mama fine.

Who are you, where the fuck
you come from,

and what you and my son doin'?

Kanan fine mama got questions.

I ain't come here to compare
pedicures, nigga.

I need to understand you

and what the fuck you think you doin'.

I don't answer to you, ma'am.

I'm only meetin' you outta respect

'cause I know you meant
somethin' out here for a minute.

But you must've got it confused

if you think you gon'
interrogate me on some shit.

It's always uncomfortable

when there's a woman in the game.

See, for niggas,

the hustle about two things only:

bitches and money.

That's the understanding
we all got between us men.

I know what that nigga
on that other corner thinkin'

'cause he thinkin' the same as me.

Bitches and money, money and bitches.

That's all.

It's different when there's
a lady on the other side.

'Cause you ain't checkin' for bitches.

That ain't why you in it.

You on some other shit.

That mean I don't know
what you thinkin'.

And that don't feel good.

You won't ever know
what I'm thinkin', nigga.

That's what you need to recognize.

I'm not on these blocks no more,

but I am these blocks.

You understand what I'm sayin'?

I'm known... and I know.

And as long as you fuckin' wit' my son,

I'ma be watching you.

But you right.

I ain't thinkin' 'bout bitches.

All I think about's money.

And ain't nobody get between
me and my money.

He here most days.

This his favorite spot.

Got any questions or anything?

Thoughts?

Is what it is.

Far be it for a humble-ass nigga like me

to tell professionals like yourselves

how to do this shit, but...

you only gonna get
one crack at this work.

Fuck that up...

you ain't gonna make it
back to Tennessee.

That was you that hit us, though,

on 150.

You ain't even got work
out here no more.

Why you fuckin' wit' our corner?

'Cause you're out there
and I'm not, nigga.

You salty 'cause your son still
makin' money without you.

I don't like nobody
makin' money without me.

That's how this shit works, son.

Way I see it,

any dollar y'all niggas stack out here

is a dollar y'all takin' from me.

And that ain't never gon' sit right.

Our money's Stefano Marchetti's money.

But you know that already.

No matter where the fuck I am, I'm here.

I'm here, there, and everywhere, nigga.

You could tell Kanan the same shit.

Get the fuck in!

Please, take everything. I don't care.

We takin' you, bitch.

Please don't hurt me.
I'll do whatever you want.

That's good, baby.

'Cause we gon' need you
to do some shit.

Shirley was waterin' down these bottles.

Tricky-ass broad.

You want somethin' else?

Probably better for me to drink
the weak shit anyway.

Yo.

Been talkin' to that detective.

Garcia.

Fuck you doin' talkin' to police?

He tryin' to find out
who put down Howard, so...

I ain't tell him shit.

Obviously.

But he's still messin' with me

so I'm tryin' to get him
to leave me the fuck alone.

I can hit up the new lawyer.

Get him to make a few calls.

Or send a letter or some shit.

Thing is...

I feel like maybe Garcia could help us.

He know things

and he can find shit out.

Keep us a step ahead.

I started paying him to step the fuck off.

And also...

give me information.

You're a wild girl, Juke.

Hittin' off police.

Here I am, trying to steer you
away from all this shit

and you done turned gangster on me.

I'm short, though.

He want more than I got right now.

So you hittin' off this cop

but you don't got enough
to pay him off proper.

How that playin' out for you?

Not good.

Cop on the take
ain't the nigga you wanna short.

Maybe... you could help me out a little bit

'til I can cover it.

Your deal, your debt.

You gotta figure that shit out
on your own.

I'll pay you back the money.

And maybe he got shit
you wanna know too.

I already got enough going on
with these police.

I don't need no more.

Can't lie, though...

you makin' moves out here.

Chip off the old fuckin' block.

["Escape".

There's my favorite girl.

Gonna make me beg for it?

Gonna do this...

and then I'm gonna do you.

Ho-ho!

Wow.

What the fuck?

What?

What?

God.

No.

You tell Raq it was Kanan.

Got it?

Kanan.

Say that shit out loud, bitch.

Kanan.

Get the fuck outta here.

They switched out the coke
I was bringing to him

with something else.

I don't know what the fuck it was

but he died.

Right in front of me. It was horrible.

It was so fucked up.

And they just grabbed you off the street?

In front of the club.

And then the kid who was in charge,

he told me to tell you something.

He said, "Tell Raq it was Kanan."

He really wanted you to know that.

Nobody else gonna hear about that part.

That stay between us.

Whatever.

I'm never doing this shit again. I'm done.

You tell anybody else, especially Flossie,

about what that boy said,

I'ma have to do somethin' to you
that can't be undone.

Understood?

You did right when you came
to me like you did.

And where I'm from,
righteousness gets rewarded.

This is twice what she was paying you

and you deserve every penny of it.

And the best part?

You don't gotta split it up
three ways anymore.

Thank you kindly, sir.

Now, Giorgio's gonna show you
out to the car

we got waiting for you.

And, safe travels, my friend.

Aw, fu...

Breeze says you was short the other day.

You're so fuckin' stupid, Kanan.

You can't even see that nigga playin' you.

Breeze want us beefin'

so he can see who come out on top.

And I'm good with that.

Real good.

You're here to put me in line, right?

Fuck you gon' do, nigga?

All you good at

is suckin' Breeze dick, bitch-ass nigga.

But when it come down to this real work,

you gotta get somebody else to do it.

Like your mom.

Yeah.

Yeah, I know all about her.

Heard that you can't get off that titty.

You actin' all grown,

but you still need your mama
to wipe your ass.

What you got, Taz?

Fuck!

Fuck you, Kanan.

Nah, nigga.

Fuck you.

He just blew too much at once.

Old-ass white man didn't know his limit

and stopped his own fuckin' heart.

Right?

You and I are just
starting this new business

and we already have a fatality.

That's not what we call
an auspicious beginning.

This shit happen, though.

Just bad timing, that's all.

Doesn't change the fact

that a man is dead.

And he's not just anyone.

Anton Baker was a federal judge.

This is news. There'll be an investigation.

And all that gon' turn up is
this motherfucker was a junkie

who fucked with too much fried food.

And it's good he a judge.

That means they gonna bury as
much of this shit as they can.

Last thing they want is niggas
diggin' into this fool's cases

to see which ones he cooked to get high.

This doesn't happen to me.

Nobody's ever died from a blowjob,

at least not one from my girls.

Guess they need to up they game then.

This isn't a joke, Marvin.

It's a dead white guy.

That shit always gonna be funny to me.

You've checked your product to
make sure there are no problems?

My shit ain't the issue.

And how are you, sweetie?

You've been through a hell of a lot.

You should go home, take a long bath,

and then you're gonna have
some time off.

Couple weeks at least, okay?

Go home, Kirsten.

I'll check on you later.

I'm worried about her.

She definitely shaky.

We can handle her if you want.

You mean kill her.

Just so we're clear,
I have no problem with violence.

My father taught me
that in certain instances

violence can be powerful.

But only when it's used strategically,

otherwise it has no impact.

I'm not afraid to pull the trigger,

but it has to matter.

Gotta find the joint.

That's the soft spot.

It's the easiest shit to cut through.

Like this.

Scared of Flossie's pops.

This nigga schooled
his baby girl on dropping fools,

shit, I'm worried I'm fucking up Juke.

Flossie got a crush
on you or something?

Seem like she get all googly-eyed

and wide open and shit when you talkin'.

I don't even know
what the fuck that means.

Flossie and I are friends.

Associates and shit.

Same as you and her.

Well, just as long as I don't
find out later you two married

and opening up
some bed and fuckin' breakfast

in the Catskills behind my back, nigga.

Don't let me hear you got
side conversations

goin' on with her
like you did with Stefano.

We got one piece of business
with Flossie Siegel.

This work, that's all.

I get it.

But know that I'm gonna talk

to whoever the fuck I wanna talk to.

I'ma say whatever the fuck I wanna say.

I'ma do that 'cause I'm a grown-ass man.

What you need to understand,

shit, what I thought
you been understanding,

is that I'm loyal.

Always have been, always will be.

Stefano had me doin'
that side work for him

just so he could stir up
the shit between us.

So he could tell you I was
movin' behind your back

even when I wasn't.

At least not in some kind of way

where I was lookin' to take your spot.

Stefano fucked us all up.

And now we fuckin' him up.

Nigga might be fucked up
for good already.

Point is...

Lou gone.

Ma gone.

Pops been gone.

All that's left is you and me.

Just us.

And that means somethin'.

So when you say all that
fucked up shit to me,

it hurt.

We gotta be better than that.

I wasn't there for Lou.

Not like I shoulda been.

But I'm here for you.

Big brothers protect their little sisters.

I'm your big fuckin' brother, Raquel.

Yeah, you are.

A'ight then.

Your moms reached out.

We linked.

It was her that hit the corner.

But you knew that already.

I thought it might a been Raq that hit us.

I wasn't a hundred percent.

Ain't like I'm angry or nothin'.

Just want you to know
you can tell me this shit.

Ain't no need to keep secrets.

That shit cut both ways, though.

Taz wasn't short.

That was just you fuckin' wit' me.

Seein' what I'd do.

You not wrong, brother.

That shit was more of a test
than a secret.

I don't need no tests.

I done graduated, nigga.

Fine line between standing out here

and being in there.

Out here better.

You ain't gon' end up in there, Kanan.

That ain't nothin' to worry about.

I ain't worried, nigga.

Just aware.

Taz was your man.

'Til he wasn't no more.

You not Taz.

And he not you.

You ever met your father?

DefCon?

Nah.

Heard a whole lot about him,
but never knew him.

I did.

DefCon was my father too, Kanan.

He was with my moms
before he got wit' yours.

You and me blood, nigga.

Brothers.

At some point,

lies become the truth.

Shit get passed around long enough,

what's real don't even matter no more.

Get to a point where
the nigga that started the lie

start believin' his own bullshit.

And by then, you can't even
call it bullshit no more

because that lie become fact.

History. Some shit you studied in school.

Only thing that's real in this world

is you gon' live

and you gon' die, nigga.

Everything in between all that

is bullshit.

He says he got a delivery
for you and Aunt Raq.

Said he gotta put it
directly in your hands.

Riff already checked him out.

He ain't strapped or nothin'.

You got something for me?

You Marvin Thomas?

Can you sign here?

Who's it from?

I'm just the messenger.

What's that?

Trouble.