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[funky hip-hop beat layers in]

[older Kanan] Previously on Raising Kanan...

[Breeze] You salty 'cause your son

still makin' money without you.

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

That's how this shit work, son.

-[tires screeching] -[Kanan] Raq hit our shit.

I'ma hit hers.

You wanna hit back, you gonna have to get somethin' for it.

I'm not a dummy, Kanan.

I know you into some shit,

and I knew it right when I met you.

This shit ain't for everybody.

Flossie here think you cut out for this work,

but if you not, that's okay too.

Pull yourself together, Jarita.

I'ma be clear with you, Ishaq.

I'm not lookin' to be supplied.

I'm lookin' to be the supply.

You assured me that your demand would meet my supply.

And it will.

I just gotta get my ducks in a row.

What do you know about Raquel Thomas?

[dramatic music playing]

I know everybody always talkin' 'bout her.

Seem like she always up in the mix somehow.

That's because she's a fuckin' plague.

I need you to disrupt her operation.

The same thing will happen to you someday.

And I'm gonna deserve it. Just like you.

-[silenced gunshot] -[squelching]

[bullets ricocheting]

[laughing]

I'm Captain Baptiste,

and this is Agent Preston Tanner

from the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

So they bring in the fed to scare me

so I can cop to some shit I ain't do.

You do this job long enough, you gonna make

a hell of a lot more enemies than friends.

Just 'cause they got me ridin' into the fuckin' sunset

doesn't mean that your work is done, Garcia.

Where's the rest of my fuckin' money?

You gotta give me a minute.

I don't gotta give you shit.

[Juke] You got all your money now.

Tell me what you know about Famous.

One of my CIs is saying maybe cops were involved.

Truth is, no one was even really paying attention

before the fuckin' feds tried to connect Figueroa to Howard.

Lou gone. Ma gone. Pops been gone.

All that's left is you and me.

I wasn't there for Lou. But I'm here for you.

[gunshots]

Yo! What the fuck?!

Kanan killed Lou.

What- what the fuck you just say?

He put down our brother.

[Juke] Stop! No, no, no, no!

Dad, stop! What the fuck are you doin'?

[Pastor Evans] No matter who you are

or what you've done,

God forgives everybody.

[Juke] No, no, no, no.

[Marvin] I ain't everybody, pastor.

[music fades]

♪ I'm a hustla, baby ♪

-♪ I'm a hustla, baby ♪ -♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I know heartbreaks Setbacks ♪

♪ Bitch, if I crap out I'm sure I'ma get back ♪

♪ I been through The ups and downs ♪

♪ You know I get around ♪

♪ So to me, it's all a part Of the game ♪

♪ If I ain't the coke man Or the dope man ♪

♪ I'm almost for sure, man I gotta take it ♪

♪ No need to say shit I'm gon' take it ♪

♪ Robberies turn homicide It's nothin' to play with ♪

♪ Make money Make-make-make money ♪

♪ When shit hit the fan We'll take money, Southside ♪

♪ Beef with the best of 'em Done shot at the rest of 'em ♪

♪ Checks, I'm collectin' 'em Check, boy, I'm finessin' 'em ♪

♪ Big bags of bread ♪

♪ Boy, you fuck around Put a big bag on your head ♪

♪ 'Fore the weather break You're dead ♪

♪ Let's get to it ♪

♪ They don't do it Like we do it ♪

♪ Cop it, whip it Bag it, flip it ♪

♪ Re-up, we up G'd up, what up? ♪

♪ Runnin' 'round this bitch Still not givin' a fuck ♪

♪ When it come to that paper There'll be no complications ♪

♪ Ha-ha, that's right ♪

♪ Put a hole in a nigga Right in front of you ♪

♪ Your heartbeat pacin' ♪

♪ And it's alright ♪

♪ That's how we do it On this side ♪

♪ Niggas get to it On this side ♪

♪ I know heartbreaks Setbacks ♪

♪ Bitch, if I crap out I'm sure I'ma get back ♪

♪ I been through The ups and downs ♪

♪ You know I get around ♪

♪ So to me, it's all a part Of the game ♪

♪ If I ain't the coke man Or the dope man ♪

♪ I'm almost for sure, man I gotta take it ♪

♪ No need to say shit I'm gon' take it ♪

♪ Robberies turn homicide It's nothin' to play with ♪

♪ Ayy, ayy ♪

[Rileyy vocalization]

[grim, ominous music playing]

[older Kanan] Losin' someone close fuck wit' your head.

Not just 'cause they gone.

But 'cause you keep askin' yourself why you still here.

So you try to find somethin' in that loss.

Try to understand what you got left to do here

when your peoples gone.

But that's just tryin' to make sense of somethin'

that don't make no sense at all.

Some niggas die.

Some niggas live.

Ain't nothin' deeper than that.

So was the shit an accident...

or not?

[Raq] He had a gun on me.

And then Lou busted in and Kanan turned the shit on him.

Is that a accident?

[somber music playing]

[sighs]

Shit, I don't know.

[Marvin] Weren't for Juke steppin' in,

I woulda killed that boy back at his crib.

[inhales deeply] Maybe I should have.

If you're askin' me whether he deserved

to die behind that shit, you know I'ma say no.

He's my son.

Why you lie about him?

I don't even know.

You know, I wish I could tell you I had a fuckin' plan,

or a vision, or some shit like that.

I just reacted.

And I been reactin' ever since.

But I just couldn't keep it to myself no more.

I needed you to know what happened.

For you and for me.

[inhales]

[inhales sharply]

I told Lou-Lou I loved him before he passed.

Held his hand.

♪ ♪

He wasn't alone.

[scoffs]

That night...

we was drivin' him up

to that detox...

he thought we was gon' put him down.

He begged us not to leave him out there alone.

Not to drop his body out...

in the fuckin' forest.

And then you just dump him in some empty lot

with the fuckin' trash.

I panicked, Marvin.

-I didn't know what to do. -Nah, you ain't panic.

Your head was clear as hell.

Because you did like you always do.

You protected Kanan.

[dramatic beat]

[music fades]

[Jarita] Okay, I'm gonna try to be as

gentle as I can.

This may sting.

-[groans] -Sorry.

It's nothin'.

I know you got secrets, Kanan.

We all do.

But you need to at least give me an idea of what happened here.

It don't matter, Jarita.

I wanna know that I'm safe when I'm wit' you,

and if you got people knockin' you around like this...

You safe.

It's about me.

I'm out here hustlin',

just like everybody else from around the way.

But the way I do it, I'm just an investor.

I don't get near the work.

Somebody got near you.

[ominous music playing]

I'm not judging you, Kanan.

I just don't want anything to happen to you.

I had a issue wit' your employer.

-I have no idea what that means. -Your new boss.

The lady at the club in the Village

you been talkin' 'bout, Raq.

-Me and her competitors. -Hold up.

You knew Raq from before we met?

What the fuck?

So you just been usin' me this whole time to get to her.

-It's not like that. -It's exactly like that.

I didn't know I was gonna start havin' feelings about you.

That first time we was together, I...

figured I'd just get some information out you

about how shit work over there.

But then I liked you.

And we started kickin' it,

and this shit changed for me.

You been lyin' to me all along, Kanan.

About some shit.

Not everything.

Remember that day on the street when I told you

that this shit wasn't real?

I was right.

This shit isn't real. You not real.

Way I feel about you's real, Jarita.

Way I wanna take care of you is real.

My heart's real.

♪ ♪

[music fades]

Got word just before you got here

that Joaquin been put down.

Without him, we ain't got no yayo.

We're gonna need to find another connect.

[grim, foreboding music playing]

I know your mind all over right now.

I get it.

But we still got a business to run.

Fuck the business.

You fuck the business, you fuck yourself, Marvin.

[music fades]

[loud dance music plays from inside building]

[indistinct crowd chatter]

♪ ♪

Here you go.

[tense music playing]

[music fades]

I need to understand what the fuck

is going on here, Kanan, 'cause...

it feels like you been usin' me, pimpin' me,

and last thing I need in my life is another pimp.

It's like I said...

shit started for me one way...

but it's endin' up different.

I got feelings for you, Jarita. That's the truth.

But I also got a business that's bumping up against

the work you doin'.

So that's also true.

-You sellin' drugs. -Like I said,

I'm more the money guy.

But me and Raq got history

that make her a problem.

What kind of history?

She's my mother.

Oh, fuck.

This shit sound like more than it is, Jarita.

Shit ain't even about her bein' my mother.

We was workin' together.

Shit got twisted.

Now we on other sides.

Ain't nothin' more than that.

I got a family of my own, Kanan,

and a fucked up mother too. I know how it works.

So if you know how it work, then you know

why I didn't tell you this shit up front.

I'm not like Raq.

Or Flossie.

Or none of them.

I'm like you.

Just tryin' to look out for myself

and the people that look out for me.

You one of those people.

[somber music playing]

So you lookin' out for me?

I am.

I'm lookin' out for you too.

But don't ever lie to me again.

[music fades]

I can't say much to you, detective.

Your whole precinct is under federal investigation.

It's- it's a fucking hornets' nest over there.

I'm only interested in a specific case.

Shawn Figueroa.

I just wanna know if you uncovered

anything related to that murder.

I know you sat in on some of those interrogations.

Only because it seemed like the Figueroa kid

might know something that was relevant to the work

the task force was doing at the time.

But that case should be

the least of your concerns right now.

It's personal for me, Agent Tanner.

I'm tight with the kid's mother.

And I owe her some sort of closure,

even if it isn't a conviction.

You worked closely with Malcolm Howard.

"Closely" is a stretch.

We were on some cases together.

But if you're saying you think I'm dirty...

We know you're clean, Detective Garcia.

That's not what I'm saying.

I'm just telling you that I wouldn't even trust

the fucking clocks at the 117th.

I'm trying to give a mother who lost her son peace of mind.

That's all.

Baptiste was involved in the Figueroa case.

[dramatic music playing]

He- he might have been part of some questioning,

but definitely not involved in the day-to-day.

[Tanner] Anything Baptiste touched

is potentially tainted, detective.

Put it this way:

He didn't walk out the door

of his own volition.

I am telling you far, far more than I should.

[music intensifies]

-[music turns ominous] -[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct chatter]

[tapping on window]

You can't park here. Move.

My bad.

[engine starts, revs]

[Kanan] Shit was a mistake.

A fucked up accident.

I didn't even know what I did at first.

You shot Uncle Lou, Kanan.

You killed him.

And then you lied about it to everyone.

That was her.

Raq covered the shit up.

I woulda told y'all,

but she took control of it

and fucked it all up just like she do.

If it wasn't for her bullshit,

I wouldn't have even been over there like that

in the first place.

-She the one-- -Nah, nigga.

You walkin' around like you all grown,

but meanwhile, you still blamin' your moms for your shit.

You can't have it both ways, Kanan.

You can't say you a man,

and then act like a bitch.

I kept my dad from beatin' you to fuckin' death

because I thought...

I thought maybe there was more to this.

I couldn't believe you just did that shit.

But you did.

That was you. All you.

But you tryin' to make it her fault.

Just like you always do.

[Juke scoffs]

[somber, dramatic music playing]

You ain't about shit, Kanan.

And...

I'm thinkin'...

maybe you never were.

[music intensifies]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[music fades]

These are Kanan's things.

Please give them to Raquel.

Olga.

Thought that was you.

Uh, just dropping off some of Kanan's stuff

I found when I was cleaning out the house.

You wanna come in?

I'm goin' to the airport soon.

But I- I guess I have a few minutes.

[tense music playing]

♪ ♪

Hi. Come on in.

Fuck this.

[music fades]

I can't believe Kanan even has clothes left to wear.

I found so many of them at my house. [laughs]

I find Famous' stuff every time I do laundry.

I was so sorry to hear about Lou.

Must be horrible for Kanan.

So much loss for someone so young.

My son's been through it.

[Olga] I'm also sorry for you.

Losing your brother is heartbreaking.

Thank you.

Jessica meant a lot to Lou.

He meant a lot to her too.

Our families will always be connected.

We have to protect the ones we have left.

We do.

Shawn would want Kanan to live a long and happy life.

He'd want that for your whole family.

I want that for you.

And I want the same for you and yours.

[Olga] I've spent so much time

asking myself if I was a bad mother to Shawn.

If what happened to him was my fault.

Shawn stayed with you while we were in the shelter.

He must have said some things about me to you.

Things that weren't so kind. [cries]

[whimpers, cries]

This is exactly why I didn't want to come in.

I knew I'd start crying.

[cries, sighs]

Thank you.

All Famous ever said to me is that he loved you.

[sniffles]

Thank you.

That's nice to hear.

Even if it isn't true, it's nice to hear.

-[sighs] -It's true.

[solemn music playing]

Jessica told me that, uh, Lou idolized you.

Said you were who he wanted to be

and you were the strongest person he knew.

That don't sound like shit my brother'd say.

If there's one thing losing Shawn has taught me,

it's that no one is ever who we think they are.

Even people we love the most.

[sniffles]

[music fades]

Colombian was easy.

Nigga was damn near naked out there.

But this other guy, Habib...

his protection on lock.

I just feel like we need to step the fuck off.

Leave well enough alone and shit.

We already cut Raq off at the knees.

I want her cut off at the fuckin' neck.

Sometimes the smartest shit you can do is nothing.

Is that the smartest shit we can do, Breeze?

I mean, 'cause it means a lot to me,

comin' from a smart guy like you.

I ain't tryin' to tell you

how to live your life or nothin' like that.

I'm just givin' you my opinion.

Eh...

You know what? Forgive my tone.

I appreciate your opinion and I, uh...

And even more than that,

I-I respect your... your caution.

And you're right, by the way.

Maybe there is a...

another way to skin the proverbial cat here, huh?

My prior partners, your predecessors,

they coulda used some of your restraint and care.

The guy's a diplomat, right? [chuckles]

So... let's be diplomatic.

[both laugh]

["The Essence" playing over speakers]

Been servin' up so many niggas... [laughs]

...my arms is tired. Like...

Shit. My dick about to be tired

from all these bitches out here I'ma smash 'cause--

-[explosive shot] -["Bacdafucup" by Onyx playing]

♪ The Onyx is here Bacdafucup ♪

-No. -♪ You better bacdafucup ♪

♪ Move back, motherfuckers ♪

-Please. Please, man. -No.

♪ Bacdafucup, bacdafucup ♪

♪ Bacdafucup, bacdafucup ♪

-♪ Bacdafucup, bacdafucup... ♪ -Fuck!

Fuck am I even doing?

♪ The Onyx is here ♪

♪ Bacdafucup, bacdafucup ♪

♪ Move back, motherfuckers The Onyx is here ♪

[mellow jazz music playing]

[indistinct crowd chatter]

[laughs]

[chatter continues]

[Baptiste] Donaldson got so drunk on a Friday night,

that he forgot he put the perp in his trunk

'til he rolled outta bed Monday morning.

[laughter]

[laughter continues]

[Garcia clears his throat]

-Captain, you got a minute? -Of course.

[splutters] Y'all hear about that time

that, um, Donaldson pulled over Billy Martin?

Don't go anywhere. It's a classic.

-[man 1] Not movin'. -[man 2] All right, captain.

What's goin' on, Garcia?

[music mutes]

I'm retired, Garcia.

All that shit is someone else's problem now.

Yeah, Shawn Figueroa was only talkin' to a few of us

before he died.

There's a rumor out there that dirty cops put him down.

Whatever you tryin' to say, don't dance around that shit.

Say it out loud.

I'm not sayin' anything, captain.

I'm asking.

Well, I don't appreciate what you askin', detective.

Just because I'm a civilian now

doesn't mean I won't put you on your ass, Garcia.

[grim music playing]

[inhales sharply] Tanner told me

that your retirement wasn't voluntary.

That it was forced on you.

I'ma do you a favor

and forget we had this conversation.

I'ma forget it.

And I'ma go back inside

to my retirement party

and celebrate my thirty five years of loyal service

to this fuckin' city and its people.

I'm gon' do that.

You gon' fuck right the hell off.

♪ ♪

[music fades]

[Breeze] Just give me a name...

I can have our people go even up the score.

I'm good, man.

This on me.

Maybe you should lay low for a minute, though.

[groans]

Crew see you like this...

they might think they sniffin' weakness.

Might test you.

I wish a nigga would.

You ain't scared of nobody.

Scared of me.

My man.

'Cause we had to burn your other shit

after the work we put in at the boxing spot.

It's gon' have niggas hearin' you comin'

from five blocks away.

My moms tried to break me off a new ride once.

[dramatic music playing]

Gave that shit back...

'cause ain't nothin' free.

Shit's yours.

I don't need nothin' back for it.

I keep tellin' you we brothers.

That might not mean nothin' to you.

That shit mean everything to me.

Shit's dope as hell.

Thanks, man.

[music intensifies]

[music fades]

Ms. Thomas.

Come on in.

[birds chirping]

Since you...

was on the wagon when you left...

don't feel right to pour out no liquor.

[laughs softly]

But I brought some for you anyway.

Do what you want with it.

Don't know what to say about your nephew.

Can't even wrap my head around that shit.

Never will.

But I'm all fucked up out here, Lou-Lou.

[inhales deeply]

Don't even know what I'm doin'.

Never been like this before.

Don't have no feel for the game.

[inhales deeply]

I keep askin' myself questions...

but I ain't got no answers.

[sighs] I wanna do right by you.

Thing is...

I don't know what that look like.

But I gotta do somethin'.

[somber music playing]

I gotta feel somethin'.

Fuck.

I miss you, Lou.

[exhales softly]

[inhales deeply, sighs]

[music fades]

Appreciate you seein' me.

I was surprised to hear from you.

The last time we met,

when Lou was at the rehabilitation facility,

you seemed skeptical of...

psychiatry, generally, and...

distrustful of me, specifically.

Never said I ain't trust you.

Just wasn't sold on what you was sayin' about Lou.

Hmm.

And what I said about you as well.

If memory serves, I made a remark about your anger

that you didn't appreciate.

You was talkin' about me when I was payin' you

to talk about my brother.

And who are you paying me to talk about today, Ms. Thomas?

I was wondering if Lou said anything about me

you think I should know.

[Dr. Caldwell] I see.

My conversations with your brother were confidential

at the time that we had them and they remain so,

even after his passing.

You shared stuff he said before.

I shared what your brother allowed me to share.

Lou gone.

What harm it gonna do to tell me some of what he said?

What are you hoping to hear, Ms. Thomas?

What is it you'd like Lou to have said about you?

I don't know.

Just tryin' to remember him.

That's all.

It may be that whatever you're hoping

your brother said about you

is less about what he thought about you...

but more so what you think of yourself.

[somber music playing]

You makin' this shit about me just like you did before.

When you're in this office,

on that couch,

it is about you, Ms. Thomas.

It's always about you.

[music fades]

[engine shuts off]

[Baptiste] Garcia!

You fucked up my party last night, you motherfucker.

[ominous music playing]

Now I'ma fuck up yours.

I'm just sayin', shit's ill. That's all.

[music fades]

Can't get caught slippin'.

[groans]

Fuck y'all doin' here?

Y'all need to be out there servin' up this work.

[Krank] Niggas shook about what happened at the crib.

Saw they life flash in front of 'em and shit.

So you stop workin'?

We ain't been seein' you.

And now it look like that 'cause you got a little fucked up.

Sometime a nigga gotta take a minute.

Fuck you just say to me?

I- I- I'm just sayin',

sometime... you gotta take a step back

and reassess.

Get your life in order.

Shit's scary out here.

Whoa.

-Damn! -Oh, fuck!

-Whoa! -What the hell?!

Man, what the fuck?

[Kanan] Anybody else scared?

[dramatic music playing]

'Cause I can't have no scared niggas around me.

You scared, we gon' get you unscared.

You shook, we gon' get you unshook.

Get the fuck back to work!

-Yeah. -Yeah.

[indistinct chatter]

[Baptiste] You know how this shit works, Garcia.

You only as good as your clearance rate.

But shoe leather doesn't always get the job done.

Sometimes we have to wade

into the very shit that we tryin' to clean up.

But that shit can stick to you.

Can't always clean it off.

Who were you talkin' to about Shawn Figueroa?

There's a quid pro quo to this work.

To get information, you have to give information.

And that's the choice you have to make:

"What do I know that feels safe enough to share?"

And that Figueroa kid felt safe.

He dropped a stick-up kid the whole neighborhood hated.

It felt like the safest of the safe shit.

I didn't know...

they were gonna have him killed.

And if they used police...

they weren't from our precinct.

Who made the call?

Oh, some old-time gangsters.

Barely even in the game anymore.

I need a name.

Shoo...

Ishmael and Stephanie Henry.

Snaps and Pop.

[tense, ominous music playing]

[sighs]

Man, you got to believe me,

I had no idea they was gonna do that kid like that.

And even now, I can't be so certain that they did.

They just had such a... hard-on for that Raquel Thomas.

Anything that tracked to her

was something they wanted to know.

And I knew that the Figueroa kid was...

friends with Raquel Thomas' son.

So I threw 'em a bone.

[music intensifies]

I had no idea

it would end up how it did.

[inhales sharply]

The feds are all over this.

-They're all over you. -[Baptiste] I know.

I know.

And it's far bigger than Figueroa.

It's Howard.

It's Burke. It's the whole...

fuckin' ball of wax.

You're about the only...

clean cop in the 117, Garcia.

Take a fucking bow.

[music intensifies]

[music fades]

[Flossie] They say that, over time,

losing someone you love gets easier,

but... that's horseshit.

Time's only made me sadder.

It's made me miss Shira even more.

So, fuck time

and fuck all the people that say it gets easier.

You feel better

after you took out the nigga who killed your daughter?

[sighs]

I didn't.

And I don't regret what I did,

but I don't feel any better.

I don't miss my daughter any less.

But you got even.

-Even's good. -Even's gornisht, Marvin.

Even is worse than losing. It's nothing.

It's nowhere. It's purgatory.

We're not here playing for even. We're playing to win.

Look, what do I know? I'm just some Jewish broad

from the Upper East Side, but if you ask me,

your best and only chance

at winning this thing is your daughter.

Go all in on her, Marvin.

She's your pocket aces and your silver bullet.

Bet the fucking house on her.

[solemn music playing]

I get it.

I know you do.

L'chaim, Marvin.

L'chaim.

[music fades]

No one did more to protect Raq than me.

I mean, fixin' all the shit she broke,

buildin' back the bridges she burned.

But you-you-you can't help someone

that doesn't wanna help themselves.

And when they're drowning, like she is,

you gotta get as far away as you can...

or she'll drag you under with her.

[sighs]

[gentle traditional music playing in shop]

She has not been a reliable partner.

She guaranteed me a specific volume of demand

that she has not met.

Well, my young friend here,

he can meet and surpass those demands, Hafiz.

And you won't get all the bullshit

that comes along with Raq.

We movin' so much work right now we can't keep up.

What about your current supplier?

Well...

We got enough room for everybody.

And we gon' give you a five percent bump

on what Raq has been payin'.

Your friends in Manhattan

won't like that we're abandoning them and their business.

I'll handle Pino.

You don't need to worry about that.

[Hafiz] Why are you extending this offer to us?

Surely you have relationships with other importers.

Unless you are doing this

simply to undermine Raquel Thomas.

You ever hear the expression

"Don't look a gift horse in the mouth"?

'Cause from where I'm standin',

you look like you got a lot of horse

and we're offering you a hell of a gift.

You should take it.

[dramatic music playing]

-We accept. -Ah!

A wise decision.

-Ah-ah. -Mm-hmm.

There you go, huh?

[muttering]

[music transitions into somber music]

[music intensifies]

[music turns ominous]

[music further intensifies]

[gun cocks]

[gunshot]

[dark, dramatic music playing]

[ominous tolling of bell in music]

[music fades]

[Marvin] I wanted you two to meet

because if anything were to happen to me...

What's gonna happen to you?

I'm just saying.

If anything happens, I want you to know each other.

I'm not plannin' on goin' nowhere no time soon,

but...

nobody ever is.

You step off that curb...

[sighs]

...those buses move real fast.

I don't want you to go anywhere, Uncle Marvin.

Don't worry.

He got me,

and I'll always be holdin' his old-ass hand

when he cross the street.

[Marvin laughs] My girls.

All worried about me.

Those police still tryin' to scare you?

They came by again.

They said another neighbor saw a Black guy

coming out of the house when that happened.

[Marvin] They just lyin', though.

You didn't fall for that.

I told them I wasn't sure.

I was so scared, I couldn't really remember for sure.

Uh...

Ah...

Go play on them swings.

Be over in a minute.

[solemn music playing]

What'd you do?

Can't really get into it right now.

But it's on some "no good deed

goes unpunished" type shit.

Guess I'ma need you to get that cop to look into it.

[music intensifies]

[music fades]

We gotta hit the fuck back, man.

That's my mom's shit at my old spot:

my uncle runnin' up like he did.

We need to run up on that club,

start blastin'.

You wanna hit them like you hit Krank.

[Kanan] I made an example out of Krank.

I'ma make a meal out my mom.

You gon' put down Raq?

This ain't about puttin' her down.

It's about showin' her who the fuck we are.

And what the fuck that gon' do for us and this work?

She came at us.

We goin' back at her.

She came at you, nigga.

Not us.

This between y'all.

The rest of us just collateral damage

in y'all bullshit.

Look, there's a time and place for everything.

But we gotta be strategic.

Can't just buck off.

You gotta measure and mark a motherfucker

before you make your move.

[sinister music playing]

You heard?

[music intensifies]

[music fades]

My decision is final.

Well what happened to all of that, "In my country,

it's better to be dead than break a promise" bullshit?

'Cause you made a whole lot of fuckin' noise

about all that, Hafiz.

We have found another partner who offers

increased demand and a better price.

So you fuckin' with somebody else.

Okay.

But why that mean you gotta dead our shit?

I would never get in the way of you gettin' paid.

You can work with the both of us.

We cannot.

[grim music playing]

You fuckin' wit' Stefano and all of them.

He makin' you kick me to the curb.

You must leave now.

[Ishaq] Let's go.

[music intensifies]

You talk about how hard motherfuckers are

where you from, Hafiz?

You don't know shit about where I'm from.

You about to find out.

[Garcia] Snaps and Pop.

[music fades]

They killed Fame?

With some help from the police.

Don't know which cops exactly.

It wasn't Buckley and Roland.

But it was NYPD.

Just like I told you.

Look. Uh...

I don't know what made me think I could do this with you.

I can't.

Here's the money you gave me.

Every dollar.

I'm done.

Hearin' how all these other guys are on the take,

it makes me realize that I'm not them.

Assumin' you keep your nose clean,

I'll leave you alone.

I won't bother you anymore.

I don't want anything to do with you or this.

[laughs softly]

Barely knew what the fuck I was doing

with all this shit anyway.

[laughs]

[inhales sharply] Yeah, that makes two of us.

[inhales deeply]

I do need one more favor from you, Garcia.

One last thing for you to look into.

[dramatic music playing]

[inhales deeply, sighs]

It's not like I was planning on doing this work

for the rest of my life.

This was always gonna be a short stop for me.

I don't know that you were really ever cut out for it.

And a big part of this job is showing up,

and that's clearly not your strong suit.

I appreciate the opportunity.

Best of luck, Jarita.

You too.

[tense music playing]

[music intensifies]

[music builds]

[gun cocks]

You're lucky this rug is new.

[music fades]

[engine rumbling]

[engine shuts off]

[Marvin] This don't feel right.

How many more wars you tryin' to have at the same time?

As many as it take to win.

[dramatic music playing]

[door opens]

[gun cocks]

What is this, you and Jarita thought you could rob me

or something idiotic like that?

That's not what this about.

Then what?

You workin' with Raq.

I got beef wit' her.

And who the fuck are you exactly?

[music intensifies]

Her son.

Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me.

[scoffs]

♪ ♪

Don't have time for this.

Ain't gonna take long.

[older Kanan] When shit go bad, it takes on a life of its own.

Gets its own strength.

-[silenced gunshot] -[groans]

[older Kanan] Its own momentum.

And once that happens, you gon' run outta options

real fast, nigga.

You gon' make hard decisions that's gonna hurt you

and everybody around you.

And once all that bad shit start happenin',

you gon' think you can stop it by doin' your own ill shit.

But all that's gonna do is give it more energy.

[grunting]

-[silenced gunshots] -[groans]

[older Kanan] More power.

[squelching]

[music intensifies]

[older Kanan] And before you know it...

your shit goin' from bad...

to worse.

♪ Now the funeral is over ♪

♪ And all the tears Are dried up ♪

♪ Niggas hangin' deep On the cut, gettin' fired up ♪

♪ Lookin' for the nigga who Pulled his pistol on my homie ♪

♪ An eye for an eye, so now Your life is what you owe me ♪

♪ Look deep into the eyes Of your motherfuckin' killer ♪

♪ I want you to witness your Motherfuckin' murder, nigga ♪

♪ And since you wants to kill Then your ass has gots to fry ♪

♪ But ain't no police ♪

♪ Therefore your ass Has gots to die ♪

♪ We play the game for keeps ♪

♪ And if you slipped I guess you sleep ♪

♪ You sho' nuff fucked and now Your ass is six feet deep ♪

♪ 'Cause where I come from Yo, everybody's got a gat ♪

♪ And niggas try your ass ♪

♪ Just to see Where you got your heart at ♪

♪ And if your shit is flimsy Then your ass is gonna bend ♪

♪ And like I said before ♪

♪ There'll be no tears In the end ♪

♪ I'm rollin' through Your hood ♪

♪ And now my heart Is filled with anger ♪

♪ You at your sister's house ♪

♪ And now your sister's life's In danger ♪

♪ By a total stranger ♪

♪ With a gang of niggas Wantin' to bang you ♪

♪ And hang you, stain you ♪

♪ With one up in the chamber ♪

♪ Let's take a trip Up Holloway ♪

♪ So you can see How many niggas in my hood ♪

♪ Is down to die today ♪

♪ We standin' up For our own shit ♪

♪ And if you outside the clique Then you die, bitch ♪

♪ Quick ♪

♪ It ain't no love In this motherfucker ♪

♪ It ain't no love for yourself Or your other brother ♪

♪ Uh, because we real With this shit ♪

♪ So we stay true ♪

♪ And since we bang Then we do what OG... ♪